Erotic Fiction by Medea

Kate

	The great thing about being a bi female is that it's easy to find 
opportunities to look at women you find attractive, without making it seem as 
though you're weirdly obsessed with sex.  Even if you really are sex-obsessed. 
The downside is that often other women, even ones who might potentially be 
attracted to you, assume that you don't do girls because you once had a 
boyfriend.  I'm sure this leads to all sorts of missed opportunities, but 
sometimes near-misses pan out after all.  Like Kate.
	Kate worked at a coffee shop I'd occasionally stop by on my way to 
work.  I didn't pay all that much attention to her at first, but she surprised 
me by learning both my name (Julia) and my usual order (a double tall mocha) 
relatively quickly.  After that, I started watching her.  She was actually 
quite pretty, but a little shy, and I got the impression that most people 
ignored her in favor of the bubbly co-eds she worked with.  She seemed a 
little older than most of the other employees, which made me curious about why 
she was working a job like this.  It didn't appear to be a matter of 
intelligence.
	I started chatting with her a little more when I came in, just 
innocuous little things like the weather and the strange people one sees in 
our part of town.  Her sense of humor was a bit snarky, but I liked it.  After 
a while she started to offer all sorts of amusing commentary on local politics 
and events.  I really enjoyed talking to her.  I found myself buying coffee 
more often than I used to.
	It was summer, and a few days before the Fourth of July.  As she rang 
up my mocha, I asked if she had any plans for the holiday.
	"Oh, not really.  My boyfriend wants to go down to the waterfront to 
see the fireworks, but I think I'd rather stay in this year."
	"Yeah, I usually try to avoid the drunken crowds," I said.
	I wasn't thinking about it at the time, but here's where I made the 
big mistake, the same one I complained about just a bit ago.  After that, 
every time I noticed that she was wearing something particularly cute, or she 
said something that made me grin, I thought `too bad she's straight'.
	Sometime around August, I noticed she wasn't there anymore when I came 
in.  I asked some of the other employees if she'd switched to another shift, 
but a lot of them were new, university students who had come back from summer 
break and realized they needed money if they were going to eat this semester, 
and the ones who had worked there longer just shrugged and said they thought 
maybe she quit.  I was disappointed to hear that.  The news was good for my 
caffeine habit, though.
	I had mostly forgotten about the whole thing until a full six months 
later, when I happened to be looking through the local literary events 
calendar and discovered that she was doing a book reading at the downtown 
Barnes and Noble.  I had to go, of course, even if it was in the middle of the 
week.
	It turned out that the book she was reading from was a novel and it 
took place in a coffee shop.  Well, that explained why she was working there.  
The date came around, and I went, getting there a little too late to find a 
seat.  After listening to her read a completely hilarious passage from the 
book, I decided to buy a copy and have it signed.  I made sure I was the last 
one in line, so I could actually have a chance to talk to her.  The reading 
was well attended.  It seemed that her book was getting a lot of attention, 
especially considering that she wasn't a well-known author.
	After about forty minutes of waiting, it was my turn.  When she saw me,
 she grinned.
	"Julia!  It's great to see you.  I'm so glad you came."  She signed my 
book in large, graceful letters, and then asked, "Hey, do you have to be 
anywhere after this?  Can I buy you a drink?"
	How could I say no to that?
	We wandered over to a brewpub/restaurant a few blocks away, and 
started chatting about the coffee shop while waiting for the beer to arrive.
	"It's just too funny, that you stayed there all those months as 
research," I laughed.
	"Hey, I've had worse jobs.  Besides, working with the public is great 
for a writer.  You meet characters too weird to dream up on your own."
	"I don't think I could have done it, all the same.  I bussed tables 
during high school, and that was plenty for me."
	"Yeah, I had one of those jobs, too.  Restaurant customers aren't half 
as interesting, though.  I think coffee houses draw weirder people because 
it's a cheap place to hang out."  She paused.  "You know, you were one of my 
favorite customers."
	"I didn't think I was that... odd."
	"No, not that sort of thing.  You're a nice person to deal with.  
Customers who treat you like a fellow human are rare some days."
	"Oh.  Um, thanks."  I think I might have blushed a little at this 
point, but our drinks arrived and saved me.  After that we started talking 
about Kate's writing projects.  She was still trying to figure out what to do 
next, after the book promotion stuff was over.  She said she had a few ideas, 
but was trying to avoid anything about trendy Gen Xers.  I just sort of nodded 
and smiled.  I like to read, but she seemed to have a much better grasp of 
modern literature than I do, so the discussion was a little over my head.
	After a while, the conversation drifted off, and we sat and watched 
the other patrons as we finished our beer.  Then, out of the blue, she turned 
back towards me, and said something I completely hadn't expected.
	"You know, there's another reason you were my favorite.  You have that 
incredibly thick dark hair, strong, lean hands, and you smile like you're 
always having a good time.  All my favorite things in a girl."
	I blinked.
	"And I'm wondering if I can talk you into coming home with me tonight."
	I stared dumbly for a moment.  "I... ah, I thought you had a 
boyfriend?"
	"We broke up ages ago."  She grinned.  "I wanted to ask you out last 
summer, but I was involved with someone, and I didn't think there was a chance 
you'd be interested, except then you showed up tonight..."
	"Oh, wow.  Yes, of course.  I would love to."
	I laughed and shook my head in disbelief as she paid our bill, and 
then we wandered outside to hail a cab.
	She lived in one of the neighborhoods that border the downtown core, 
not far from my house and the coffee shop where we met.  Her apartment was a 
little small, but the high ceilings and right balance of furniture kept it 
from feeling cramped.  She tossed her coat and shoulder bag onto the couch, 
and then disappeared for a moment, while I set my things down beside hers.  
When she came back into the room, she smiled and took me by the hand.  She led 
me into her bedroom, filled with flickering candlelight, and then sat down on 
the bed, taking her shoes off.  I sat beside her and stroked her hair, gazing 
into her eyes.  She kissed me hungrily, and as soon as we stopped for air I 
started unbuttoning her shirt.
	Her smooth, pale skin was utterly enticing.  I eagerly began to kiss 
and nibble at her neck.  She started to tug my shirt upwards, and I adjusted 
my position to let her remove it.  I decided this might be a good time to take 
my bra off as well, and she did the same with hers.  Her nipples were soft and 
flat, calling me to suck them into hardness.  Kate moaned and started to fall 
backwards on the bed.  I fell with her, continuing to caress and kiss her 
breasts.
	As she squirmed beside me, my hands moved along her body to where her 
jeans concealed her pink slit.  I unbuttoned her pants, then sat up so I could 
remove them completely, along with her underwear.  I tossed her clothes to the 
floor, and returned to lie next to her, fingers delving into the increasing 
wetness between her legs.
	The way she sighed and writhed had me so turned on, and it was all the 
encouragement I needed to keep going.  Slowly, I rubbed her clit, teasing her 
with my fingertips.  When I thought she was wet enough, I slid a finger into 
her cunt, then a second one, thrusting into her more quickly.
	"Oh god yes," she groaned.  "Fuck me with those beautiful fingers."
	"I bet you could take them all, my whole hand," I said, pounding her 
harder.  "Do you want that, want me to stretch you wide open?"
	"Yes, yes!  Give me all of it."
	I added a third finger to the two already inside her, twisting them 
back and forth.  I love the way it feels inside a woman, reaching deep inside 
her most private parts.  Reveling in the slick warmness pressing against my 
fingers, I carefully added my pinky, and slowly pushed my hand deeper.  The 
angle was starting to get a bit awkward, so I rearranged myself to kneel on 
the floor between her legs, which were hanging over the side of the bed.
	Moving also allowed me to bring my face closer, and lick her as I 
worked with my hand.  She was so slippery by this point, I didn't need to 
worry about extra lube at all.  I had my hand in all the way to the knuckles, 
now.  If I could get my thumb in there too, it was just a little push and ...
	"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, fuck me," she cried, as the rest of my hand 
entered her and I curled my fingers into a fist.  Her moans started to turn 
to squeaks and whimpers, and then she said, "Harder."  I sat back on my heels 
and fist-fucked her as hard as I could.  I could feel her cunt gripping me, 
stretched to its limit.  She reached down to feel my wrist where it entered 
her, and then began to rub her clit.  In a few short strokes she was coming, 
screaming, crushing my hand inside her.  Finally she relaxed enough to let me 
pull out of her, and I climbed back onto the bed to hold her as she continued 
to gasp and shiver.
	"That was incredible," she said, finally catching her breath.  "It's 
been so long since I've been with anyone who could do that for me.  Most guys' 
hands are a little bigger than I can handle."
	"Glad to be of service," I smiled.  "It's incredibly hot to watch, 
too."
	"Well, then you're probably wondering how I'm going to repay you."
	I eyed her with curiosity.
	"You're still wearing pants.  I think you need to take them off," she 
said with a smirk.
	She stood up, pulling me along with her, and helped me remove the last 
of my clothes.  Then she pushed me back down on the bed and showed me what her 
tongue could do.