Disclaimer: Please do not read unless you are 18 years of age. This story is pure fantasy and is not meant to insinuate that the characters, who are real people, are gay. I repeat: this story is pure fantasy.
Sigourney and Winona Part III
by
Danny Ocean
Winona sat in her spacious, well-lit living room and read her script. It was early in the evening. The sun had set. It was warm and balmy, but a cool breeze blew in through the screen door. Night birds were singing. She came upon a rather lengthy speech and decided to memorize it. When she felt she had it down, she got up and walked over to her video camera that was set up on a tripod. She turned it on, started the tape and walked in front of the camera. She could also see herself in a large mirror on the wall. During her recitation, she treated the camera as if it were her leading man in the film that was to begin shooting next week. Her gaze would alternately shift between the video lens and the mirror.
"Very well. I'll tell you about my illustrious husband. He's a famous artist, but you already know that. In private, he was as passionate about his love making as he was about his painting. A great many women commissioned portraits from him. I knew he was having relations with them whenever I left the house. You could smell it. He also had the revolting habit of gazing at his paintings while he loved me. In public, he was an absolute villain. I never knew how he would behave and it terrified me. Once while we were living in Paris, he was invited to an important government function. There were many guests of honor. They were all renowned artists." She paused as she effortlessly started to cry. "Do you know, he didn't introduce me to one person the entire night. At one point during the evening, we became surrounded by at least twenty strangers who were fans of his. They fawned over him asking him questions. And he pontificated like some fat sixteenth century lord. I stood beside him like a fool, praying that he would acknowledge me. My face turned red from embarrassment. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. Finally, someone said, When are you going to introduce us to your lady friend?' And do you know what he said? He said, I have absolutely no idea who she is.' I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHO SHE IS!!!"
Winona ran from the room. After a few seconds, she calmly walked back in. She turned the camera off still sniffing. Her eye caught a dark shape standing outside under the porch light. She gasped in fright, but quickly regained her composure. "Sigourney? Is that you?"
Sigourney stood motionless on the porch. "I didn't call."
Winona held the door for her as she walked in. Sigourney looked sweaty and tousled. Her make-up was smeared. She had difficulty smiling. "Hi, sweety. I didn't call."
"Oh, that's OK," said Winona, gawking at her like a nervous schoolgirl.
Sigourney looked down. "I wanted to see you."
Winona leaned towards her and kissed her cheek. "What's that smell?" she asked. She drew back, appalled with an open mouthed stare. "You were just with a man, weren't you?"
"Winona, I-"
"And you've come here to make love to me?" she said with a loathsome expression. "I want you to leave. Right now."
"Please, baby. Let me explain. It was David."
"David St. Clair? That guy from the party? You slept with HIM?"
"I HAD TO!" Sigourney dropped her head and cried. "I went to his house early this evening to talk about the film we're working on. Everything started out so innocent and businesslike. We laughed and talked. We made omelets. We even had fun with casting ideas. Suddenly, he changed the subject to the wrap party. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He talked about how he found us alone together in the bedroom."
"And?"
"And he made an insinuation."
"Concerning what?"
"I'll give you three guesses," Sigourney said sarcastically.
Winona's expression changed from hostility to apprehension.
"He said he wasn't blind. He saw how you stared at me all night. He saw the tears in your eyes. Of course, I denied everything. Then he said very slowly, "There`s only one sure fire way to prove you're not a lesbian." Sigourney completely broke down crying.
"Oh you poor dear," said Winona as she embraced her. She lightly rubbed her back. "There, there."
"He wasn't gentle at all."
Winona let her cry some more before taking her hand. "Come with me." She led her to the bathroom, sat her down on the toilet and began to run a bath. "Take your clothes off and get in the tub. You must purge yourself of him. Every atom from his body must be destroyed."
Sigourney obeyed her young lover. After she slid into the hot comfortable water, Winona placed a plastic bottle on the edge of the tub.
"Here. I also want you to douche."
Sigourney looked up at her with tearful gratitude.
Winona bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "Please be strong, my darling. I'll go make us something to eat. Take all the time you need." Winona then left her to her chore.
They sat facing each other at the table in Winona's well-lit kitchen. They ate tuna casserole and drank white wine. They wore matching white terry cloth robes.
"How do you like the casserole. It was made by real peasants."
Sigourney laughed. "It's OK."
They did the dishes together. Winona washed and Sigourney dried. While the sudsy water was going down the drain, Winona reached into Sigourney's robe and caressed her breasts with wet slippery hands. Sigourney showed her affection by pulling Winona's heart-shaped face to hers. Their tongues stroked each other like lazy snakes. They soon bared their torsos and embraced.
They whispered into each other's ear. "Making love to David was the height of unpleasantness."
"Did you pretend to enjoy it?"
"I had to. It was arduous, but I had a little help."
"From who?"
"You. I lay there thinking about your tenderness, your perfect body, your feathery hair, your probing eyes. Your extraordinary tongue. And the expression on your face when you're having an orgasm."
Winona purred. "Why don't you say it?"
"What?"
"That you love me."
Sigourney pulled away slowly. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't." Winona buried her face in Sigourney's chest. Sigourney said, "Oh, my darling poppet."
Winona asked cautiously, "Do you want to make love?"
"Oh, God, yes," said Sigourney squeezing her tight. "I am so hot for you."
"I will exhaust your desires."
And exhaust them she did. First they turned on every light in the bedroom. Winona even dragged in three very powerful heat lamps. She placed a small thin mattress in the middle of the floor. They took off their bathrobes and immediately arranged themselves in a sixty-nine position with Winona on top. They languorously undulated under the intense heat, the sweat rolling down their limbs. Their bodies glowed a bright orange. Their faces crushed against each others genitals, their glistening arms and legs trembling with pleasure, their sweat-soaked hair matted to their heads. Soft fingers messaged erect clitorises. Other fingers probed anuses. The undulating gradually turned to animalistic humping. Their muffled screams filled the room. Giving and receiving, receiving and giving. Over and over and over again.. Their only regret is that they couldn't verbally signal their orgasms. They could only bellow into their lovers holes and hang on as tight as they could when their climaxes hit.
Sigourney's orgasm drenched her lover's face. She unglued her mouth from Winona's pussy with a loud smack. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh God, oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Winona lifted her head from Sigourney's vagina, her mouth and chin dripping. "Oh, fuck, that was so good," she said, her eyelids fluttering. "Your pussy is really wet. I'm gonna have to put down newspapers next time." She slid around 180 degrees, held Sigourney's head firmly and attacked her mouth with an uncontrollable tongue.
Winona broke the kiss and said, "Let's do something REALLY nasty." And like a little girl with a naughty idea, she whispered into Sigourney's ear.
Sigourney bulged her eyes in surprise. "Do you think we can come that way?"
"We gotta try it."
They stood about four feet apart on either end of the small mattress. They dropped to their knees. Gazing into each other's eyes they began masturbating very slowly. Being the little jokester that she was, Winona mimicked Sigourney's movements: tongue licking lips, open-mouthed sigh, head thrown back in ecstasy.
Winona said, "Do it slower."
Sigourney wordlessly complied. They soon realized that looking at each other's eyes wasn't enough. Their gaze scorched each other's body like a blow torch.
Sigourney stoked her pussy with her entire hand. Winona teasingly inserted a finger into her mouth, pulled it out and rubbed her clit. Sigourney realized that Winona was acting like a little girl to excite her. She saw how she tickled her clit with one finger like an experimenting adolescent.
Winona said, "It feel so good when I do this, mommy."
"Mommy likes to do it, too, sweetheart."
Sigourney played with her nipples and stroked herself faster.
"You're going too fast."
"I can't help it. You're really turning me on."
"Are you gonna come?"
"I have no doubt," said Sigourney as she picked up the speed. She set her jaw and focused totally on the erotic vision before her. What an absolute angel, she thought. "Ohhhh, shit. This is so good. It's so decadent. I never masturbate. Who'd have thought I'd be jerking off in front of anyone, let alone another woman?"
Winona reached behind herself, threw back her head and groaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck. I'm playing with my asshole. Do you want to see?"
"No! Don't you dare turn your back on me. Ohhhhhhhh," Sigourney moaned. She leaned forward out of fatigue. "Ohhhhhh, I'm gonna come soon. Oh, this is too fucking much."
Winona with bulging eyes and open mouth cried, "Ohhhhh, my asshole is squeezing my finger, mommy. Oh, it feels so good." She decided to stop play acting. She also leaned forward and jerked herself furiously. "Ohhh, shit, this is too good. My orgasm is on the horizon and approaching fast."
They both leaned forward. Their heads were two feet apart. Their bodies shook with the force of their frantic masturbation.
"Oh, shit," Sigourney cried. "It's almost here. Oh, here it comes."
"Oh, me, too. I'm gonna come. Quick! Let's touch tongues!"
They both leaned perilously forward, their bodies as taught and rigid as tree branches. Their tongues met and the bombs exploded. Sigourney and Winona grunted very loudly as their orgasms turned them into mindless masturbating animals. The intensity of their climaxes surprised them and they couldn't remain apart. They lunged for each other and fell in a heap. Sweaty and spent, they just lay there looking at each other, mystified.
After their shower, they put their bathrobes on and made coffee. Winona sat at the kitchen table reading the Los Angeles Times. Sigourney walked casually into the living room with her cup and saucer. Then she walked to the front door and peered into the night. The yellow glow from the porch light made it hard to see, so she turned it off.
"Oh, no!" Sigourney cried.
Winona was on her feet and at her side within seconds. "What's the matter?"
"It's David's car. It's parked right out front."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure. He drives a '99 White Lambourgini. It's sitting right there."
Sigourney and Winona were suddenly shocked when they heard a man's voice from the kitchen. "Good evening, ladies."
They whipped around to see David walking into the living room with a 35mm camera up to his face. He began taking flash photos of them as quickly as the strobe would recycle.
"David, you lousy bastard. Stop it!" Sigourney shouted, holding her hands in front of her face.
Winona also tried to hide her face. "Get out of my house!"
David laughed and lowered the camera. "It's no big deal. Besides, these pictures aren't as juicy as the ones I took earlier."
"What are you mean?" Sigourney demanded.
"I'm saying that it's a shame how easy it is to gain access to one's backyard in this neighborhood. I'm also saying that what I saw through your bedroom window almost make me come in my pants."
Winona felt sick to her stomach. "Oh, no. Oh, God, no. Nobody could be that deplorable."
"All right," said Sigourney. "Let's all just settle down. Into the kitchen, everyone."
Sigourney, Winona, and David sat at the kitchen table with the camera in front of them. He sported a very vainglorious smile. Sigourney and Winona just stared at their trembling hands.
"You intend to expose us?" Sigourney finally said.
"Yes, indeed. To the highest bidding tabloid."
"Oh, God," sighed Winona.
"Bullshit," said Sigourney. "You don't need the money. It's something else. Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Give me that fucking thing," Winona growled as she grabbed the camera and ran to the kitchen sink. Sigourney wondered why David made no move to stop her. Winona's delicate, shaking fingers opened the back of the camera. It was empty. David laughed so hard he couldn't remain seated. He stomped around the kitchen floor. His bellowing shook the house.
Sigourney was quite beside herself with anger and frustration. "Why are you DOING THIS!!!"
David snapped. "Because you humiliated me! At the cast party! You were my date and you left with HER!!! Then, I had to explain to everyone about your disappearance. It was like nails driven into my brain every time someone came up to me and said, `What happened to Sigourney? Where did she go? Didn't you arrive with her? Is she all right? Please tell us what happened?' You made me feel like a fucking asshole. Standing by myself, suddenly with no escort. And you made it quite plain that you weren't coming back. Why, I said to myself. She'd rather suck another girls pussy than be with me." He lurched at Sigourney. "And this is my revenge! To expose the kind of woman you are. And you, too." He sat down.
Sigourney was afraid. She tried to reason. She said to him, "But you and I are not lovers. We're business partners. You're taking this all too personal. Please don't do this."
"There's nothing you can do to change my mind!"
Winona came back and sat at the table. She put the camera in front of David.
David laughed at Winona. "If you could have seen the expression on your face when you realized the camera was empty."
For a split second, Sigourney thought it was all a joke, that there was no film.
David said, "I have the roll safely locked in my car. I'll begin peddling it tomorrow and both of you will be through in this town. No producer will hire you. No actor will want to be seen with you. Your agents will drop you. You'll be lucky to work summer stock in the Catskills."
Sigourney looked down at her hands on the white table. "Isn't there anything we can say or do to persuade you not to do this?"
Winona looked at David with genuine concern. "You've never loved anyone. Have you?"
He was caught off guard, but kept his same cool expression. "You're absolutely right, Missy. I haven't loved anyone. But that doesn't mean no one hasn't loved me. Would you like to see the list of girl's phone numbers in my little black book? Would you like to know how many have foreign area codes?"
"David," said Winona softly. "You're a very handsome man. And you're wealthy. You live in a town that harbors the most beautiful women on the planet. You can have any one you want. You could have them all. Why are you wasting so much time and energy on us?"
"It's not a waste. As I've said before, it's revenge. Pure and simple."
Winona gave up. Silence. David turned to Sigourney. "Well, is that it? Nothing more to say? No more pleading? Are you giving up that easily?"
Sigourney took a deep breath and said. "I will not debase myself any longer. You're a mad dog who can't be reasoned with. Do what you want. But I'll tell you once and for all I am not a lesbian." She took Winona's hand and drank in her beauty. "I'm a woman in love." The smile she received from Winona almost made her heart burst.
David felt utter defeat and fury at Sigourney's declaration. The two women gazed into each other's eyes as he raged. "Well, that completely wonderful! You both have my blessing. You can swap spit and bodily fluids with each other while you're standing in the unemployment line. You'll have plenty of time to suck each other's pussy because you'll never work in the this fucking town ever again. So, get used to it, you fucking freaks!!!"
David grabbed his camera off the table and strode out the door.
Sigourney kissed the top of Winona's hand. "Can you ever forgive me? I've ruined everything. Our careers are dashed. It's over. And it's all my fault."
"Your fault? Who stared at you at the wrap party all night? Who followed you to the bathroom? Who broke down crying like a love sick teenager? Even though your beauty drove me to it, I handled it in a very immature manner."
They heard David shriek from the street. "MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
"Now, what?" said Sigourney. They both rose from the table in time to see David rush through the door.
"MY FUCKING CAR IS GONE!!! WHAT THE HELL KIND OF NEIGHBORHOOD IS THIS????!!!"
Laughter exploded from the women like a broken pinata. If they had bothered to look, they would have seen a red angry vein twitching in David's head.
"I have to use your phone," he said heading for the living room.
Winona snapped. "Like hell you will. You'll do an about-face and take it on the arches, Mister. NOW!!!"
Sigourney was still laughing.
"Your joking. I have to call the police. I can't waste any time."
Winona ran to the phone and ripped the cord out of the wall. Then she ran to the sink, turned on the garbage disposal and fed it in.
David muttered, "Fucking whore" as he marched out again.
Sigourney's laughter finally tapered off. Winona turned off the disposal and locked all the doors in the house. She rejoined her lover in the kitchen. "Are you staying the night? Please say yes."
"Of course, I am."
"So, what do we do now?"
"Well, there's not much TO do. The roll of film may show up. It may not. We could hire a detective to track down the car before David recovers it."
"No. I mean." Winona drew Sigourney close, reached under her robe and placed her hand on the inside of her thigh. ".now."
April 1999