Sheila and Her Friends Pt. 06

"In you?" Sheila almost giggles, it's so preposterous.

"Like a cock!" and rearranges herself under Sheila so the she is caught in the hot center between Tigers legs.

"You're so hot" Sheila whispers.

"Just like you, cowboy!" Tiger says and puts her hands on both mounds of Sheila's hips, tugging down her britches. "If someone opens the door, you move your bottom up and down like this." And pushes Sheila up and down, her hips flush against hers, riding her like a horse, up and down, again and again. Sheila feels her wetness spreading.

Panting, she tells Tiger, barely whispering, "Yes! Yes, I'll do it!'

Outside they hear Tricksie talking to the cowboy, "This way, big boy! We got a room just for you!"

Outside their door they hear the cowboy stop and say, "Sounds like fun inside" and pushes on the door. It doesn't open because Clare is leaning against it, but when she realizes he won't stop pushing, she jumps back onto the bed, blocking his view.

Meanwhile, Tricksie is pulling his arm, telling him it's dangerous to interrupt a man a work. He laughs at this and goes along with Tricksie's tug, her fingers insinuating themselves between his belt and torso, wiggling as they tug him farther down the hall.

Meanwhile, Tiger is pumping away pushing her hips again and again into Sheila's virgin core. Suddenly, Sheila trembles and moans, her whole body quivering, her eyes glassy, confused, her panting face pressed against Tiger's cheek. Clare strokes Sheila's heaving back. She leans in until her face is close to their sweaty faces, and says, "Satisfied Tiger, you made your cowboy cum."

"Come?" Sheila whispers, suddenly reaching out to kiss Clare feverishly on her nose, her cheek, her eyes, her chin, her lips, wherever she can touch, all she feels is gratitude for this new unruly thing that bubbled up inside her. All because of the attention of these girls, of these angels!

Clare looks at Tiger and strokes her sweaty face, "Proud of yourself?"

Tiger smiles sweetly, and kisses Clare following the trail of Sheila's kisses, "Next time it's your turn."

They flip Sheila gently back onto her back and cover her under the thin sheet. Clare slips her fingers down the loosened front of Sheila's pants until her fingers are buried in hot wet slipperiness, first one and with some coaxing two, thin black pokes of pleasure. Oh! Then moving, moving, moving. "This is what it means to come, what some call an orgasm." She whispers, her fingers shifting a bit, becoming almost circular, driving poor lost Sheila wild.

Sheila, her father two doors down the hall and long forgotten, feels Clare's fingers at play, full and frisky inside her secret spot. She feels like the center of the world is between her legs, that heaven is in the wonder of the warm bodies pressed against her, her lovely, lovely distracting friends. She closes her eyes and smiles and smiles, softly moaning as Clare finds her stroke just so and works her way inside again and again, until she moans and moans, the unruly sounds she now gleefully recognizes muffled by the hot wet open mouth of Tiger whose nibble fingers twirl her little buttons into hard knots, amplifying her every pleasure.

Again! Again! Oh by golly again! That welling sensation, that shuddered, suppressed moan pleasured by the press of Tiger's lips!

As Sheila's breathing settles, she hears a door close as her father leaves, but not before he pauses at their door and says, "Give 'em hell cowboy, got your little filly to the races!"

His footsteps fade and Clare and Tiger begin to console Sheila on the wayward ways of men in heat..."like goddam tomcats, everyone" and "ain't no trusting a hard one pointed to the sky." They undress her and get a wet cloth from the basin. In the dim light her flushed chest is still heaving. She watches like a person beside herself as gentle hands strip her naked, now and then fondling, as they wash away the sweet sweat of their labors. They want to present her to the other girls, naked and rosy full of love, but they know not to risk it. Tiger puts a finger to her lips and whispers, "Wait." Out she tiptoes to peak into the big room. When she sees the man is gone, she motions to the others. They squeeze into the stall and surround the naked angel, their sweet virgin. They smile and laugh and playfully fondle. Sheila, still shy, is delighted. Her eyes dart like the butterfly Clare was reminded of earlier to settle, wide-eyed, on the welcoming smiles of friends and sisters, of lovers. When Jilly takes her hand on puts it fast upon her own wet redheaded pussy, she realizes with an exquisite wonder the temptation of future lovers--a whole house full of them. Blackie smiles at her. She feels a hot tongue wet against her ear, "We all share."

"Miss Tricksie saved your virgin ass," Jilly tells her. "She kicked your shoes under the couch and seduced your father right quick"

"He looked a little funny at your boots." Blackie says approvingly, "Our little Tricksie's a quick study."

"Just 'cause a man visits us don't mean nothing: hot pussy and cold beer, is all" Helen observes, taking Sheila's hand and stroking it like she might an injured child.

After much giggling and more playful touches, they finish dressing their cowboy and bring him back to the big room. Sheila would like to talk to her aunt, but Miss Betty's door is still closed. Clare tells her that Miss Betty sometimes sleeps late especially after a little too much of the fruit of the vine. "Didn't she know I was coming?" Clare avoids the question and tells Sheila to get ready, its close to three. Sheila stares at the closed bedroom door and stands, walking to it, leaving the girls to watch her, not sure what to do. At the door, she pauses, glances back at them and opens the door quietly. Into the darkened room she goes straight to the big bed where she can see Miss Betty's awake, her eyes glinting up at her, shiny with tears.

Sheila lays down beside her, careful to keep her feet off the pink flowery bedspread. Silk, Sheila thinks, pretty silk for my sad lost auntie.

"Don't be sad, Miss Betty." Your girls were so nice to me. They protected me from being discovered by my father!

"I should've thrown him out when I first heard his voice, but I was afraid. He's been here before. I always hide. Let bygones be bygones. He could go elsewhere. God knows this isn't the only whorehouse in Bisbee! He likes Tricksie though you'd never know it by the way he treats her.

"Please forgive me for not protecting you better. I knew you'd be here today, but I still drank too much, even when Clare reminded me. She told me something I hope is true, she said, 'I shouldn't be afraid--that you wouldn't judge me.'"

"I like Claire. And Tiger. I like them all. I would love to live here, to be close to you and to have fun with them!"

"Fun is good, but don't you ever work here.--Hear me!" A frowning Miss Betty says, wondering again at the wisdom of allowing her niece to visit so wild a place.

"They teased me like I was one of their customers. They're great actresses, especially Tricksie when my father came to the porch. We hid in the first stall!" Sheila giggles.

"The first stall?"

"The one with the red door!"

"Oh!" Miss Betty says, sniffing Sheila's hair, smelling sweat and something else.

With a start, she sits up, "Let's wash your hair!"

Sheila is about to say, they washed me like their virgin girl, but keeps her mouth shut. Intuitively, she knows not to tell, although she wants to have someone to talk to, to tell all to, to help her understand--what wonder this.

"Clare!" Miss Betty calls from the open door.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Help me wash this girl before she goes home.--This cowboy outfit's maybe too real for a dainty nose!"

"Yes, Ma'am" Sheila and Claire say together, giggling at their harmony. Miss Betty rolls her eyes. "Take her to my bathroom and be quick about. No dallying!"

Sheila again looks down at Claire's bent head as she undresses her, the cinnamon shine of her sweaty hair oddly tempting her as her fingers itch to pinch Claire's slender shoulders. She whispers, "Haven't we been here before?"

"Shush little temptress!"

"Me?"

"You."

"Please hurry I want to hold you again in the dark tunnel!"

"Ladies!" they hear from outside the bathroom door.

Finally, after second bath done quick in cold water, they present themselves to Miss Betty who hugs Sheila with a satisfied sniff. "Miss Hardiman at the millinery store will let you know when its safe to visit again. Be very careful what you say around your father!"

As they make their way back through the tunnels to the hat shop, as Sheila calls it, Claire stops her. "I have a special friend, she's a white woman, respectable--but she understands women and me. I want you to talk to her."

"Why?"

"Someone you can ask what you want...and say anything. God knows the girls can be a little..." Clare struggles to find the word, "...strong. Wasn't too long ago I didn't know about girls kissing and...you know."

"This white woman offered to buy my contract at the spa--her name's Isabel, likes to be called Izzy.--She's a good listener, a good woman. You need someone like her, so's you won't get fuzzy. Your aunt, your father, Tiger and me--God, all the girls--it can be confusing. Izzy's a little sickly, but I take care of her. Sometimes, she's like Tiger--my lover," Clare sighs. "Anyway, she understands. Can I tell her you'll visit?"

Sheila watches Clare's face as she goes on about this "white woman," watches her blush and pause checking for Sheila's reaction.--This is love Sheila concludes--what other word is there?--when someone goes out of their way to reach out, to help, even if the help she offers seems a little strange. As Sheila thinks about this, she realizes suddenly that it's not strange at all, that Clare is looking inside, giving her something to hold onto if something breaks or goes bad.

Sheila kisses Clare's cheek and caresses her worried face, "You're such a good mother, worrying about me. I wish my own mother were like you--except for, ah, the kisses..." and giggles. "Will you come with me to introduce me to your friend."

She wants to ask Clare all sorts of questions about Tiger and the other woman and whether they get along or are they jealous, but stops herself. They stop at the foot of the stairs that go up to the hat shop.

Clare smiles, "Yes'm little girl, mother will take you! 'Cept I'll be a few steps behind watching your pretty butt sway under all those skirts."

"You miss my chaps!" laughs Sheila.

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Julie's older character is the confident Sheila needs...

Sheila's discovery of her father's pastime eventually leads to her being disowned after she confronts her father and asserts herself. All alone she seeks refuge at Miss Betty's where she remains a favorite with the girls who each in their own way come to seduce and love her. The story of her unending seduction fills the last of the narrative until that fateful night when she is turned by the mysterious stranger none of the other girls will serve.

Should Jasmine be that stranger? Will Sheila's imprinted love affairs with the girls soften her savage vampire heart and give her the solace that we find today in the Janie and Rachel series?