Sydney pulled up to the beach house, watched the sun set, took
a deep sigh and tried one last time to talk herself out of this.
She really didn’t want to do this. It had been bad enough seeing
Kimberly when she was with Michael. The fact that the woman was a
nutcase didn’t help. Oh sure, she may be out of the hospital, she
may be cured, but Sydney knew that part of the psycho still
remained.
So why had she agreed to meet the third Mrs. Michael Mancini?
Or second, depending on how you looked at it? She didn’t know
really. When Kimberly had called her, her first response was to
hang up. Her second was to tell Kimberly to go to hell. But
something in Kimberly’s voice intrigued her. There was something
there that Sydney had never heard from Kimberly before.
Regret.
As she waited for Kimberly to answer the buzzer, Sydney sighed
and hoped Jane would still be kind enough to throw her a nice
funeral when they found her body floating upside down under the
Santa Monica pier.
Before she could imagine her eulogy, Sydney saw the door open
and Kimberly standing before her. For a moment, the two women
stared at one another. As much as they’d hate to admit it, there
were definite similarities between the two. Physically, they were
both beautiful, each with fiery red hair and eyes and tempers to
match. Characterwise, they were both ruthless, cunning, cagy and
more than slightly off-balance mentally. Kimberly was wearing a red
dress while Sydney was wearing a black vest over an orange shirt
with orange pants.
“Come on in before people think you’re begging,” Kimberly said
as she turned and walked into the house.
“Well, nice to see the electro-shocks have helped your
temper,” Sydney remarked as she followed. The two went into the
kitchen, Kimberly taking two cans of beer from the refrigerator.
She tossed one to Sydney, who caught it reflexively. “Uh, since
when do you drink beer?”
“Since that bastard Michael began sucking back up to Jane,”
Kimberly replied. She walked over to the living room, slumping onto
the sofa and taking a huge sip of her beer. Sydney followed and sat
in a chair across from her. “You sure?”
Kimberly sniffed. “He’s been sending her flowers, following
her, calling her and I’m convinced he’s sleeping with her again.”
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way, Kim, but haven’t you and
Michael been separated since the big ka-boom?”
“Oh, like *that’s* an excuse.”
“Well, Kimberly, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. I mean,
feeling sorry for you isn’t high on my list of options. After all
the shit you’ve pulled, you belong in prison or back in the loony
bin. I mean, you come back from the dead, steal Michael from Jane,
tried to run him over, tried to frame me and Jane for it, stole
Jo’s baby and blew up the whole damn apartment building not to
mention all your petty little blackmail schemes.”
“Oh and you’re the paragon of virtue? You stole Michael from
me after the accident, got into a pool brawl with Jane on your
wedding day, became a stripper and a call girl and you’ve got your
own little blackmail operation going. Don’t be the pot calling the
kettle black, Sydney dear.”
Sydney stood up, throwing up her hands. “You know, I don’t
even know why I came.”
“You came because as much as neither of us would admit it,
we’re a lot alike,” Kimberly said getting up and crossing over to
Sydney.
Sydney rolled her eyes. “Kimberly, please. There’s no need to
be insulting.”
Kimberly held Sydney by the shoulders, facing her. “Sydney,
Michael Mancini is a lying, cheating, manipulative son-of-a-bitch.
He used you and me as long as he could and now he’s throwing us
aside for Jane. Odds are, as soon as he sees something better,
he’ll dump her and go there. Now, a year ago, I would have said the
hell with it. But my time in the hospital has changed my thinking.
I want to get him, Sydney. I want to keep him from Jane and me. And
I want you to help.”
Sydney stared at her for a long moment before bursting into
laughter. “Kimberly, I wouldn’t help you if you were up to your
neck in quicksand. In fact, I’d give you the final shove down.
Michael’s your snake, now, Kim. Lie down with him.”
Sydney turned to go, only to be stopped when Kimberly grabbed
her arm. “Listen, Sydney, I am trying to help both of us,” Kimberly
hissed. “Can’t you see that?”
“Let go.”
“Make me.”
Sydney shoved her, knocking her back onto the couch. Kimberly
shot up, her arms reaching for Sydney’s throat. Sydney held them as
the two struggled. They moved down the hallway, each slamming the
other into the walls. They continued until they reached the
bedroom. They slammed together onto the closet door and fell on the
bed. They rolled around, Kimberly coming on top, pinning Sydney’s
arms down. Heaving with breath, the two stared daggers at one
another. Then Kimberly shocked both of them by reaching down and
kissing Sydney on the lips.
Sydney’s first instinct was revulsion. But as the kiss
continued, she felt an arousal sweep through her body. She returned
the kiss, entwining her tongue around Kimberly’s.
For her part, Kimberly was equally surprised. Kissing Sydney
was a sudden impulse, one for which she was now grateful. The two
broke the kiss off and stared at one another for a long moment. For
the first time they saw each other not as rivals or enemies but as
kindred spirits.
Kimberly moved up and pulled off her dress. A pair of lacy
undergarments were underneath. Sydney moved to remove her vest, but
Kimberly stopped her. “I’ll do it,” she said in a husky voice. She
undid the buttons on Sydney’s best, slowly but deliberate. Sydney
kicked off her shoes and helped slip Kimberly’s off as she
continued to be disrobed. Getting off the vest, Kimberly helped
Sydney slip out of her shirt. Sydney had no bra. “I love the
natural look,” Kimberly said as she placed her mouth on one of the
hardened nipples.
“Actually, I can’t afford a bra,” Sydney sighed as she felt a
wave of pleasure grow in her chest. She moaned as Kimberly began
sucking the nipple like a new-born baby. As soon as she was
finished with one, she moved to the other. It had been a long time
since Sydney had felt such pleasure. It felt wonderful. She held
Kimberly’s head to her breast and urged her to continue. She didn’t
have to look down to know that her panties were beginning to stain
through her pants.
Kimberly finally finished her breast-sucking and stood up. She
removed her bra and panties, which came off with a slipping sound.
For the first time, Sydney didn’t hate Michael for having Kimberly.
She envied him. Kimberly reached down, undid the button on her
pants, hooked her fingers into pants and panties and in one fluid
motion, pulled them off, resulting in an involuntary giggle from
Sydney.
The two women moved up onto the bed, on their knees, facing
one another. “Have you ever done this?” Kimberly asked.
“Yeah,” Sydney replied. “But not for a while.”
“Let’s make up for lost time,” Kimberly said as she pulled
Sydney close. The two kissed, this time taking their time with it.
They embraced each other, feeling their breasts rub against one
another. Sydney broke away and moved down Kimberly’s body. She came
to her mound and turned onto her back. Kimberly turned and
straddled her, her pussy over Sydney’s mouth. Sydney reached up and
began massaging Kimberly’s breasts as her tongue went to work.
Kimberly threw her head back, a wild smile on her face, her tongue
licking her lips. If she had known lesbian sex was this good, she
would have tried it before. She gasped as she came, both from the
orgasm and from the tightening of her breasts as Sydney’s hands
closed.
Moving off, Kimberly allowed Sydney to get up. They kissed
again, Kimberly licking her own cum off Sydney’s lips. They lay
down, Sydney on the bottom. As they continued to kiss, Sydney took
one of Kimberly’s hands in her own and moved them down her body
until they reached Sydney’s cunt. Methodically, Sydney placed
Kimberly’s fingers inside her lips and began rubbing them. Kimberly
grasped the idea immediately and began massaging Sydney’s cunt.
Moaning, Sydney drew Kimberly into another kiss. They held it as
Kimberly’s fingers continued their work. Sydney felt Kimberly’s
teeth bite down on her lips as she came. She didn’t even feel the
pain, her pleasure was so complete. Exhausted, the two women
slumped onto the bed, drawing breath.
“That was incredible,” Kimberly whispered.
“Yeah,” was all Sydney could say.
Kimberly suddenly laughed. Sydney stared at her. “What’s so
funny?”
“Oh, I was just imagining the look on Michael’s face if he saw
us here.”
Sydney thought for a moment then burst into laughter. “Oh,
god, I’d give anything for a camera for that!”
Kimberly looked at her. “This is going to change things, you
know. Between us.”
“How do you think we should handle this?”
“I say in public we continue the hating each other. In
private, we fuck like minxes.”
“You got a deal,” Sydney said, sealing the pact with a kiss.
“So, you did this before, huh?” Kimberly asked. “Anyone I
know?”
Sydney paused, uncertain if she wanted to continue. Taking a
deep breath, she answered. “Jane.”
Kimberly couldn’t have been more shocked if Sydney
spontaneously combusted. “JANE?!” she shrieked. “Your sister? Ms.
Goody-Two-Shoes Righteous herself? How the hell did that happen?
How’d you talk her into it?”
“Well, I didn’t exactly talk her into it,” Sydney sighed. “I
hypnotized her.”
Kimberly was positive she hadn’t heard correctly. “What?”
Sydney lay back. Consciously or not, she began caressing one
breast as she explained. “I was fifteen and my hormones were in
overdrive. I’d heard about how good a woman was and I wanted to
test the theory myself. Jane was available.”
“But how?”
“Oh, I read a couple of books. I’d been interested in it for
a while. I did it when our parents were out one Friday. I had this
portable strobe light and I told Jane I wanted to test it. I had
her look at it while I fired it up. Once I had her attention, I led
her through an induction. She went under faster and deeper than I
expected. I ate her out and then woke her up.”
Kimberly was amazed. “And she didn’t know?”
Sydney shook her head. “Didn’t remember a thing. I left myself
a post-hypnotic trigger to send her back in when I wanted to. I did
it a couple more times before she left for college.”
Kimberly shook her head. “Sydney, I think you just left me in
the dust as far as conniving schemes go.”
“Thanks. I think.”
A look of concentration came over Kimberly’s face. “Syd, is
this trigger still in effect?”
Sydney shrugged. “Far as I know.” She peered at Kimberly.
“Wait a minute, what are you thinking?”
Kimberly lay back on the bed. “I’m thinking of a way to get
Michael to forget Jane once and for all. And drive him crazy doing
it.”
“I’m all ears.”
Kimberly told her her plan. It was Sydney’s turn to look
incredulous. “Jesus, you think that’ll work?”
“You’re the hypnotist. You tell me.”
Sydney paused and thought. A wicked smile came to her face.
“It might,” she said. “It just might.” She looked back at Kimberly.
“Well, if I’m going to hell, it might as well be whole-hog.”
