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BetweenHerLegs says --

This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration of sexual fantasy.  
It it not intended to describe actual persons or events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  
Likewise, this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or to minors,
nor by or to anyone for whom these materials are illegal, immoral, or ill-advised.

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Love and kisses,

Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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"Did You Ever Consider?"

by BetweenHerLegs

© Jenny Clark, 2008

Marissa looked across the kitchen table at Denise and smiled.  They were both married.  Marissa was in her late forties, Denise in her late twenties.  Marrisa was a lushly curved brunette with blue eyes and a fake tan.  Denise was a thin, rosy-cheeked blonde with an undeveloped, almost boyish figure, but the face of a model. They were neighbors, and that was about all the context they had, but over the past couple of years it had been enough, and they had grown accustomed to having tea together one morning a week.  Marissa didn't need to work because her husband was quite well-off, and Denise ran a small internet business from home.  Their morning together was a break from routine for each of them, even if it was from different sorts of routine.

"God, Marissa," the young blonde was complaining, "It's been like three weeks since Cody and I have had sex."

Marissa smiled warmly.  "It's not fun," she admitted, "but it is part of marriage.  Not to say he's lost interest in you, but with the impulse of mystery losing its attraction, it's easier for other things to push a husband's attention aside."

"Cody's not having an affair," the girl protested.

The older woman actually laughed.  "No, no.  I just mean the pressures of everyday."

"Does Rick do that?"

"Unfortunately, every man does that, yes, including Rick."  She smiled.  "Don't take it personally if you can help it."

"I'm finding myself reading romance novels of all things."

Marissa definitely laughed at that.  "Romance novels or sex books?"

Denise blushed bright crimson.  "Well, sex books, I guess."

The older of the two wives looked at the other's hands.  Denise's fingers were long, delicate, exceptionally elegant.  "Your hands don't look too sore."

And the blonde blushed so hotly she seemed on the verge of tears.  "Marissa!" she said, pulling her hands onto her lap, than deciding that wasn't the best place for them under the present circumstance, and putting them back on the table.

Marissa smiled again and winked.  "I've been there, hon, it's okay."  And she noticed that now her own hands were under examination.  Suddenly it was her turn for her face to warm.  "Are you doing okay with that?"

"What do you mean?" Denise asked, suddenly rising and rushing over to the counter to pour some more tea for herself.  She wore low-riding jeans and a small t-shirt, allowing accidental exposure of the curve of her back and line of her waist, giving some sense of definition to her slim-lined figure.  Her hair was long, hanging down well below her shoulder-blades, very straight, and remarkably shiny.

"I mean," Marissa clarified, "are you satisfied with your substitute husband?"  She wiggled her fingers for emphasis.

Denise, whose face seemed to have turned permanently red, leaned against the counter, and after a moment, apparently decided that frankness was better than trying to avoid embarrassment and failing.  "I think dildos are kind of creepy."

The older woman couldn't help a burst of real laughter at that.  She herself had grown so accustomed to self-satisfaction at one point while Rick was gone for three months, that she literally slept with a dildo under her pillow, the hard plastic lump and traces of her own scent both reassuring and exhilarating to her.  "I'm sorry," she apologized.  "I shouldn't laugh -- but that wasn't what I meant."

"What did you mean then?"

"Have you thought about the personal touch?"

"It would be hard to get more personal than how I'm touching," Denise said with her own laugh that suggested she was easing into a more comfortable place with this conversation.

The brunette rolled her eyes and crossed her legs.  She was wearing a yellow cotton dress that probably clung more closely to her curves than it needed to in the summer heat. "I mean another person's touch."

At this, the young blonde shook her head firmly.  "No, I won't cheat on Cody."

Marissa's smile became indulgent.  "I'm not talking about an affair either."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"Generically speaking, what's a husband?"

"The man I'm married to."

"Exactly," the older woman agreed.  "The man you're married to.  The man you're committed to.  The only man in your life.  The man to whom you've granted exclusive sexual access."

Denise cocked an eyebrow.  "A bit detached, but, yes."

"You're not married to a woman."

"Huh?"

"You don't have any commitment to an 'only woman in your bed.'"

"Wait -- what?"

Marissa's smile transformed from indulgent to very nearly sultry.  She un-crossed and re-crossed her legs.  "You can't allow another man into your bed," she agreed.  "But there's nothing that says you can't allow another woman into your bed."

"Whoa," Denise uttered, suddenly pulling her legs very tightly together and crossing her arms across her chest, shielding her little titties.  "What the hell are you suggesting?"

Now the brunette was almost exasperated.  "If you're not getting it from your man, have you ever thought about trying to get it from a woman, Denise?"

"No!" the young, thin blonde protested.  "I'm married, Marissa.  I'm not a lesbian."

"You don't have to be a lesbian to go to bed with a woman."

Her cheeks still bright red, Denise asked, "Have you gone to bed with a woman before?"

Marissa nodded.  "On many occasions."

Denise looked very uncomfortable.  "You don't look like a dyke."

"I'm not a dyke," Marrisa agreed.  "But when Rick's not delivering, I'm not shy about where I find what I need."

The blonde shook her head tightly. "I could never do that."

"Why not?"

She barely shrugged.  "A woman?  It's . . . wrong, it's . . . I don't know."

"You've never even thought about it before?"

"No."

"Not even curious?"

"No!"

"Well," Marrisa said, rising slowly. "You're missing out."

Cheeks burning red, Denise took her leave and went home.  She was utterly appalled and very confused.  And yet, that evening, when her husband Cody slept, and she sat on the living room couch with her cotton pajama pants down around her ankles, she found her usual fantasies intruded upon.  As she rubbed her wet, warm pussy, juices splattering over the couch cushions, Denise asked herself what another woman's fingers would feel like doing the same thing.  The same? Better?  Just strange, she convinced herself, and not right.  But even as she convinced herself of this, she found her sexual pleasure heightened just by the asking, and she came quickly, and thoroughly.

The next day as the skinny blonde went about her daily business, she was plagued by continuing curiosity.  Unbidden and unwelcome, she found herself looking at women, asking herself what a lesbian would think of them.  What Marissa would think of them.  There was one girl, maybe 17 or 18, in a flimsy blouse, and a light mini skirt decorated with red and blue polka dots.  The girl's ass was shapely, her thighs broad but strong, her legs smooth and lightly tanned.  Denise supposed that Marissa or another lesbian would find the girl extremely appealing.  Marissa would probably envision the girl's pretty legs spread, astride her face, the skirt flowing, Marissa's hands clutching the strong, well-shaped backside.

Then there was the girl at the credit union.  Early twenties probably.  Petite, lightly reddish brown hair.  Brown eyes.  Peaches-and-cream complexion.  And a look in her eyes that told everyone who stepped up to her counter that she'd like to throw them down on the counter and perform unspeakable acts on their person until they were both satisfied.  Denise had no doubt that Marissa would envision allowing that very thing to happen, possibly even while other customers looked on.

A bit later another girl in her early twenties.  A redhead.  Average height, trim, but with ample, athletically toned curves.  She wore tight blue jeans and a baby-doll t-shirt that exaggerated her shape.  Marrisa, Denise supposed, would envision thrusting the girl against a wall, kissing her hard and deep while her hands aggressively palpated every curve of her lithe body.

Then, towards the end of the day, another redhead.  A tall woman in her late twenties or early thirties.  She had a pale complexion, sparking hazel eyes, and a full smile.  She was in good shape with womanly curves.  She wore a tight black dress that set her bright red hair aflame.  They were waiting by an elevator together.  Denise needed no persuasion to think that Marissa would have thought of a slow, romantic interlude in that very elevator.

And as they rode down in the elevator together, Denise was embarrassed to realize that she was casting furtive glances at the woman's thighs, where they met just below the hem of her black dress.  And wondering what such an interlude would be like.

When the elevator stopped, the redhead touched Denise's shoulder lightly and said, "You'll never know what missed."  With a light laugh, she left.

And the thin blonde watched her, realizing in shock and embarrassment that she had just been flirted with by another woman.  A woman whose thighs she had just been examining with some interest.  She blushed deeply, tried to breathe evenly to calm her butterflies, and gasped out loud when she felt a trickle of wetness easing down her thigh.

That night, Denise was overcome by curiosity.  When Cody was asleep, her mind wandered back over the girls she'd seen in the day, and the various things she'd considered, and she found herself wanting to know what it was really like for two women to be together.  She crept into the office, logged onto the computer, and started to look for lesbian porn.  It wasn't hard to find.  She knew that a lot of men were extremely turned on by lesbians.  Curious that they would find sexual arousal in their own obsolescence.

While all porn is staged and directed, of course, it didn't take long for Denise to discern differences in pictures and video clips of girls kissing and touching one another in which the girls actually enjoyed what they were doing, and clips where their activities were simply forced.  Despite what she still maintained was her disinterest in sex with women, she couldn't deny that there was something arousing in the sight of two pretty women being intimate with one another.  Certain things like extended tongue-play outside their mouths were somewhat erotic, but probably more so for the men in the audience.  She found her own, heterosexual pussy twinging at other things, like deep kisses accompanied by gentle touching, and she supposed that lesbians were even more aroused by such scenes.

So entranced was Denise but one set of video clips that she actually used her husband's credit card to download the full-length video.  At first, she tried to convince herself that it was idle curiosity.  The video was of a busty little, bleached-blonde babysitter seducing the mother of the children she'd been watching.  The babysitter, made up to evoke thoughts of sixteen year-olds, was clearly at least twenty, and the brown-haired mother probably only ten or so years older.  The story was cheesy, and the acting worse.

But nevertheless, as the babysitter on the screen gently rubbed the mother's breasts and showed a little of her pierced tongue, Denise was intrigued by the earnest desire expressed in the two women's eyes and movements.  As the action progressed, and the two were kissing in a half-naked embrace on the kitchen table, Denise couldn't help rubbing herself.  Just the thrill of something new and exotic, she told herself.  By the point of the movie in which the two were completely naked, the mother on all fours on the table while the babysitter's pierced tongue flicked at her clit, Denise could not deny that her introduction to what it was that lesbians did together was having a tremendous impact on her.  She was rubbing her pussy ceaselessly, and sweating up her fleece pajamas.

"Screw it," she swore, pausing the video.  She scrambled out of her jammies and panties and sat back down naked.  The skinny blonde proceeded to rub up her own small breasts as she looked at the still image on the computer screen.  She spat on her chest to lube up her hand work.  Soon her small tits were swelling with pleasure, her nipples rock hard.  She resumed the video.

As she watched the two women pleasure one another, she continued to work over her chest with one hand while the other went directly to her clit.  In no time, she had a world shattering orgasm that caused her to lunge forward against the desk and hold on for balance.

As soon as it had passed, Denise quickly got back into her pajamas, deleted the video, removed all tracks from her browser, and joined her husband in bad, still panting, still flushed, and feeling guilty for allowing herself to be so easily overcome by the novelty of forbidden, taboo sex.

Denise slept fitfully, for every time she dropped off into sleep, she began to dream about Marissa.  Denise was a babysitter, and had been watching Marissa's kids.  And, just as in the video, Denise was the instigator, seducing the older woman into wild, lesbian sex on the kitchen table.  Every time she started to dream, she woke up, her cunt pulsing with sexual energy, her mind conflicted by guilt and frustration, her heart aching for her infidelity to her husband, and her stomach in knots for some unknown reason.

Finally, at about 4:30 in the morning, she decided to go and relieve some of her stress.  She crawled under the blankets and started to kiss Cody's cock through his boxers. He wasn't offering, but she was taking.  She got him hard in his sleep, soaking his boxers' fly with her wet mouth, and then she pulled his shaft through and went down on him hard, fast, and deep.  The noisy blow job woke him up, and he grunted and groaned with pleasure, his hands encouraging her head to take him ever deeper.  She gagged at the deepest point, but was an expert at using her soft palate to massage him, and when she slid back upward, she did so with excessive slurping noises that drove him wild.  She was still entirely underneath the blanket, her head bobbing up and down, no words exchanged between them only animalistic sounds of passion.  When he came, she took it all in her mouth, and then crawled up his length, making a show of letting him see her playing with his cum between her lips and around her tongue, before swallowing.

Denise gave her husband a wicked smile of pleasure as if it was he who needed reassurance that she was straight and a faithful wife.  He smiled back at her contentedly, and drifted back to sleep.  Satisfied with herself, Denise curled back up beside him and finally slept soundly.

The next several days proceeded much like that one.  Despite all her best intentions, Denise kept eyeing women and considering what lesbians might fantasize about them.  Then, at night, overcome by her day's preoccupation, she snuck off to the computer in the office, downloaded porn, and got herself off, naked on her husband's desk chair.  Then, later in the middle of the night, she would suck Cody off or give him a hand job.  One night, she discovered a new form of lesbian porn, though.  Cam girls.

Curious, she was browsing the site and was unsurprised to find that most of the so-called lesbians were barely attractive and about as interested in sex as she was in doing the dishes.  But then she stumbled on another couple.  A strawberry blonde and an a brunette, both tall and thin, chesty with very nice legs.  Tiffany, the strawberry blonde, wore red panties and a matching bra.  Leslie, the brunette, wore a lace camisole which did nothing to hide her breasts, and seemed to have a black thong on.  Leslie also wore black high-heels.  Despite their names, both girls had thick Russian accents, and a sometimes fleeting command of English.  They sat on a bedroll, idly caressing one another while visitors, mostly men, text-chatted lewd comments to them and expected them to give up the goods for free.

Denise, curious what they did in their so-called private shows, used Cody's card to buy forty-five minutes of time on the site, and entered a private session with them.

>> what u want, bb?  anal oral fists toys 69 doggy style kiss breasts

Denise considered.

> What do you actually enjoy?
>> hot lesbian sex bb we so hot what you want to see

It was Tiffany who was typing.  Her dark-haired companion was pulling her cami off over her head, exposing her bare breasts.  She spread her legs right in front of the camera and slid her fingers inside her thong. 

> Kiss for me.

There was no typed response, but the girls went into action.  They embraced, their arms and legs entwined so that it was hard to distinguish the two women.  Their kiss was unlike any that Denise had yet witnessed.  It started gentle, and slow, but grew deeper by the moment.  As their mouths increased intensity, their gentle caresses grew more pressing, more demanding.  Before Denise  could get a handle on what was going on, each girl had her hand inside the other's panties, and then Leslie was  lifting Tiffany's backside and pulling her panties off.  She then further lifted the strawberry blonde's cunt toward her mouth, like a desert to be plunged into.  Tiffany screamed obscenities in Russian, her face screwed up in pleasure.  Leslie's face reddened.

This was no act.  Or at least much less of one. They weren't especially made up.  They weren't being given directions.  They were actually making love.  Once girl on her knees holding the other girl's most intimate area up to her face.

Denise exited the private session, suddenly overcome by a feeling of intrusiveness.  She knew they were doing their job, but it was still too intimate for her to feel comfortable witnessing.  When she exited she was taken the main page, and that's when she had a sudden realization.  Through all of this exploring and wondering, she had begun to actually look at women as not pretty, not beautiful, but attractive.  And when she saw the thumbnail for a tan, curvy blonde, she decided to click on the solo show and see how it felt to not be watching sex but just ogling a female form.

It was a rush.  The girl was very tan with honey blonde curls to her shoulders, a full chest, round hips, and excellent thighs. She wore a swimsuit, and Denise wanted to see her naked, so she spent some more of her minutes on another private show.

>> hi, bb
> Do you mind dancing for a girl?
>> no, bb, you wanna see me dance?
> Can you take your clothes off for me, too?
>> i can do whatvr u want, bb
> I've never seen another girl strip before, but I'd like to see you do it.
>> very hot, bb

And the girl, whose performer name was simply HotBabe4U, proceeded to gyrate slowly for the camera, inching out of her swimsuit.  Not only was the body she revealed gorgeous, but her movements were alluring and seductive.  Denise couldn't help gushing.

> Oh, honey, you're so beautiful and so sexy.
>> thx bb u r sweet
>> u want me 2 play w my pussy 4 u?
> Yes!
>> i do cam2cam ???
> Cam2Cam?
>> turn on your own cam and we can watch and hear each other
>> do u have cam?
> Yes, I think so.
> Let me see if I can start it.

And without even thinking about what she was doing, she managed to get the camera going and set up through the flash interface the website used.  It didn't really register what she was doing until she sat back in her chair, and the girl on the other side spoke out loud in halting English, "You are very pretty."

Oh God, Denise thought.  What the hell am I doing? 

As if the situation itself weren't enough, she realized she was totally naked. 

>> zoom out cam
> OK

Denise turned the zoom dial on the cam.

>> age???
> 27
>> ok
> why?
>> your body looks young

Denise supposed that her undeveloped breasts, slight hips, and naturally hairless pussy probably did look younger than her age.  She had very low levels of hormones, and even though her beautiful face looked her age, her body didn't.

>> makes me hot

The professional on the screen started playing with herself, and it aroused Denise to know that this woman was masturbating while looked at her naked body, and she couldn't help playing with her pussy.  She'd never let anyone watch before, let alone a stranger, let alone a woman, but their mutual arousal and self-pleasuring was an escalating cycle.  Each one grew wetter, moved master, and moaned more loudly as they went on.

"What name?" the cam girl asked, panting as she stared at the bald pussy on her own screen.

"Denise.  Yours?"

"Anechka."

"Anechka, you're very sexy."

"Denise --" the girl gasped.  "I going to cum soon baby.  Pussy so wet.  So hot.  Oh.  Oh.  Denise.  Denise.  Fuck my pussy Denise."

"Oh, Anechka," Denise quivered, sliding almost off the desk chair as she stroked her clit rapidly.  "Yes, yes, oh god, yes, Anechka."

And so it went for a few more minutes until finally they each began exploding inside, climaxing repeatedly while calling out the other woman's name.

It was amidst that cacophony that Denise's minutes finally ran out, and a red curtain fell over the screen before she was returned to the main page of the site.  Trembling from her orgasms, burning from exertion and embarrassment, the skinny blonde shut down the computer, gathered up her pajamas, and crawled naked into bed.  She didn't try to pleasure Cody that night.  She had too much thinking to do.

The next day was difficult, because her body and mind were both racked by sexual tension. Her arousal and confusion were equally mixed and inseparable; yet she felt a drive to try and distinguish them.  She had been experiencing a lot of sexual fascination with the unknown, and it was exciting and pleasurable, but it was just the thrill of the taboo.  She wasn't a lesbian, just a wife with a dirty mind and an unresponsive husband.

But when she was at the credit union, and the girl with the reddish brown hair gave her the usual, "come fuck me," look, Denise was struck by a burning desire to know what it actually felt like to kiss another female mouth.  She'd seen at last now how sexy it was to watch, but what would it actually feel like?  So she slipped fifty dollars across the counter.

"Can you take a five minute break?" she asked.

"Sure!" the girl agreed, pocketing the cash.  She followed Denise out of the credit union, and to Denise's car. 

"Don't scream," Denise pleased, passing her a twenty, and pinning her against the side of the car.  Their bodies pressed and she leaned in to taste the girl's mouth.  She kissed her lips softly, at an angle, then slid her tongue along them, opening them just enough to suck a bit of the girl's lower lip into her mouth.  It tasted so good, and it felt like nothing else.  Denise moaned, and went in for a deeper kiss.  The girl returned the kiss aggressively.  Her tongue was pierced, and Denise found that the clacking of the jewelry against her teeth was as erotic as the mouth itself was sweet.

When the kiss was broken the girl was panting.  "I might scream from pleasure, but that's it," she said.

Denise smiled and kissed her again, softly.  "Thanks, honey."

The girl took a card out of her pocket, scribbled something on it, and handed it over.  "Call me," she said, "if you'd ever like a little more of that."

The married woman's stomach was doing flips, but she nodded.  "I will."

Denise rushed home, and changed clothes before going over to Marissa's house.  She had made up her mind.  Marissa had been right.  It was foolishness not to take advantage of what was available.  She wore a denim skirt and a white blouse, hoping it helped her look girly.  She didn't want to look like a boy.  If she was going to take this plunge, she wanted a woman to make love to her as a woman, not because her image evoked anything masculine.

Marissa opened the door and welcomed her in with a smile.  The tan brunette's blue eyes sparkled.  She was wearing a black leather skirt and a white blouse.  "Come on in and I'll get some tea."

"I'm not here for tea," Denise admitted, taking the older woman's hand in hers.  "I'm here for a little comfort and to express a little gratitude."  And with that she pulled Marissa toward her and kissed her full on and deeply, her hands cupping the brunette's breasts through her blouse.    "You were so right, honey."

Marissa moaned, and was shaking so hard with pleasure, that the two collapsed to the couch.  Denise only kissed her more deeply, lips keeping lips pried apart, tongue searching for new depths of the other's tongue. Her left hand stayed on breast duty, but her right flew down to caress the older wife's legs.

"You're so beautiful," she gushed.  "I can't believe it took me so long to see that."

The younger blonde's fingers tickled the inside of Marissa's thighs and the older woman literally screamed with pleasure.  "Oh god, Denise, take me!"

Denise suddenly understood why men longed to hear words like that from their women, because a rush of sexual power coursed through her body.  She felt the thrill of being desired, being needed.  She also felt the thrill of being in control.  She could take whatever she wanted, because it was being offered to her, but she could do so on her own terms, because it wasn't going anywhere.  She also understood the true thrill of prolonged foreplay, because she wanted to hear it again.  She wanted Marissa to beg and plead for it.

Smiling mischievously, Denise pulled her mouth back a little, allowing saliva to drain into  Marissa's mouth as their tongues lapped one another like some perverted porn for men.  Except this time it was for women.  It was to give her lover delicious torture.  Her finger's continued to dance lightly along the smooth, silky flesh inside Marissa's thighs, and the other hand massaged a breast, its thumb rubbing a nipple harder than a diamond through blouse and bra.

Slowly, teasingly, she reached a finger up towards Marissa's crotch.  Her insides trembled with anticipation.  She had no idea what it would feel like to touch another woman's pussy, but she was aching to find out.  And she was craving what she anticipating as the beautiful married woman's response of pleasure.

When finger tip touched moist panties, pressing lightly into the warmth of the brunette's slit, electricity happened.  Denise gasped, thrilling with even this small, filtered intimacy, and collapsed onto Marissa, her kisses now hungry and sloppy.  Marissa cried out and hunched up, nearly reaching an early orgasm.

Denise giggled, as pleased with herself as she was enjoying the physical experience itself.  She placed the flat of her hand against Marissa's cunt, feeling its dampness and heat through her panties.

But suddenly everything changed.  The tanned body underneath her tensed, and Marissa was no longer kissing her back.  Denise pulled back just a little and spoke, her mouth just inches from the married woman's.  "What's wrong?" she asked.

Marissa shook her head.  "I can't."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... I can't."

Denise raised herself more and withdrew her hand.  "What do you mean you can't?" she pressed.

"I lied," the pretty older woman said, her blue eyes dim and lifeless.  "I've never been with a woman before.  I just thought . . . I wanted to seduce you . . . I thought it would be wonderful, and it is, and you are, and . . . and I just can't go through with it. I'm afraid.  I'm too old to change."

Denise rose entirely from on top of the woman and stood, straightening her outfit.  She didn't know what she felt.  She felt stranded, turned on and left to hang.  She felt angry at being falsely led on.  She felt shame for the attempted and incomplete infidelity. She felt fury at being led into this wild new fantasy life because of curiosity.  She felt pity for this pretty, beautiful woman who was now lying on her own floor, tense and crying.

Without saying a word, Denise left the house, and went home to change.  She didn't know what she was going to do, but as confused and flustered as she was, she was still burning inside. She knew of a bar and grille that was supposed to be frequented by lesbians, and she thought maybe her answers would lie there, whatever her answers turned out to be.  Rather than try to look like something she wasn't, the skinny blonde decided to play up her boyish figure and glamorously pretty face.

Her eyes were naturally green, but she put in green contacts to bring a new emerald shine out.  She put on quite a lot of makeup, but she went for the clean, young look.  Dark eye liner, long lash mascara, bright pink lipstick, and very subtle complexion toner.  She applied shine-enhancing spray to her hair, and brushed it into a ponytail which she bound with a pale lavender scrunchy.  She wore a baby-doll t-shirt and a pair of boy-cut jeans.  These did not necessarily give her curves much definition, but they exposed a lot of midriff and the tops of her purple-and-white striped bikini panties.  She touched off the look with some cheap jewelry and hit the bar and grille.

She didn't know what she was looking for.  Was she wanting pick someone up?  Wanting to be picked up?  Or just looking for someone to talk to?  She really didn't know.  And so she sat at the bar silently for about three mid-afternoon G&T's before she knew what she was here for.  Walking past the bar was a young woman, about her age and just as skinny, but with an explosion of womanly curves.  She wore her dyed-blonde hair in two pig-tails.  She had on olive-green cargo pants that emphasized the surprisingly curvy hips and ass which swooped out from her very thin waist-line, and a long-sleeve t-shirt which was  cut off as a midriff, showing her flat stomach, incredibly swooping lumbar curve, and making even more dramatic the cut of her bust-line.  And it also showed a big black lambda tattooed in the small of her back.  When Denise drew closer, she discovered that the other blonde smelled of lilac-scented lotion.  The scent was thick and tangibly sweet.  Ordinarily it's a scent that made Denise ill.  But in this sex-heavy atmosphere and in her sex-heavy mood, she found it intoxicating.

Then the girl turned around, eyed her up and down.  "Sorry," she said without any greeting.  "I don't do first-time bicurious wonder girls."  And she left.

Such a quick rejection only further fueled both Denise's anger and her drive.  The obstacles to her first girl-on-girl action were not dissuading her but were making her more resolute.  She scanned the bar.  There.  There she was.  Another first-time bicurious wonder girl, she was sure of it.  The other girl was the same age as her, roughly.  She was pretty in the ordinary way of  any thin blonde with a figure, clothes a little too tight, just a little makeup, and way too much attention to her hair.  She was a little taller than Denise, not quite as thin, and the attractiveness of her face a little more girl-next-door. 

Their eyes met, and Denise made a gesture with her head towards the door.  The girl nodded, and they left.

"Sorry, that place was getting a little pretentious for me," Denise said as they left together, walking out into the parking lot.  "My name's Denise."

"I'm Lee Ann," the other blonde said in a voice that was soft and sweet.

"Would you like to go some place a little less stuffy for some coffee or a drink?"

"Coffee would be great," Lee Ann said with a smile.  "Shall we drive separately?"

"I think I'd rather just drive," Denise said.

"I'd rather that you just drive, too," Lee Ann agreed with a flicker of a smile.

As they drove, Denise found her stomach swirling with nervous butterflies.  "I've never done this before," she admitted.

"You drive very well for someone who's never done it before."

"I didn't mean driving a car," Denise laughed.

"Me either," Lee Ann said, looking shyly out her window but letting her left hand fall on top of the other woman's.

Denise swallowed and found her nerve.  "And, I hope you're not offended, but I'm really not interested in coffee or small talk."

"That can come later," Lee Ann agreed, now holding Denise's hand. She looked over.  "I've never been with a woman before," she said, "so today I'm a cheap lay."

Denise just nodded.  "Me too, hon."

"So what coffee shop are you driving to?"

"This little hotel outside town."

"I like it."

When they arrived at the hotel, Denise paid for a room at her own insistence, and the two entered and sat next to each other on the end of the bed.  Lee Ann spoke first.  "I've never even kissed another woman."

"I have only once."

"Was it good?" Lee Ann was almost breathless.

"Not as good as this is going to be," the smaller blonde said, leaning in and gently kissing Lee Ann on the lips, then on the cheek, then on the lips again, this time running her tongue along the other girl's bottom lip.

Lee Ann sighed and lay back.  "Kiss me again, Denise."

Denise straddled the other woman's waist and kissed her again, deeply this time, soft enough to allow their tongues and saliva to play between mouths.  As they kissed, her hands rested on Lee Ann's chest, gently massaging her breasts through her blouse.  

"I've never picked someone up for sex with a simple nod of my head before," Denise admitted as she rolled off the woman so they could both catch their breath.

"Oh, honey, you could do it anytime you wanted to."  Lee Ann rolled over and now it was her turn to straddle.  She kissed the smaller blonde's neck and face all over, slipped her hands up underneath Denise’s babydoll t-shirt and started to rub her palms around the other girl's nipples in circles.  "You were the hottest girl in the bar."

Denise ran her hand's along the other woman's back and then down inside her pants and panties' waist band to caress the smooth skin of her ass.  "I was only the hottest girl in the bar once you stepped out into the parking lot, honey."

Lee Ann moaned and bit at Denise's lips.  "I want you so bad, baby, I've never wanted sex this bad in my life."

"I'm all yours."

The taller of the two slid to the side so she could tuck her hand inside the front of the other girl's pants.  Her fingers were nice and gentle on Denise's hairless pussy.  She used two of them to spread Denise’s labia and then dipped a third inside.  "You're so wet, baby."

"All for you," Denise groaned, squirming underneath her hand.

Leann kissed her mouth.  "What do you want, lover?" 

"Everything."

"Two-fifty."

"Huh?"

Lee Ann pulled her hand out and made a show of licking the other girl's juices.  "Two-hundred and fifty bucks."

"What?"

Lee Ann laughed and started to undress.  "If you want what any more than you've gotten, it'll be two-hundred and fifty bucks.  Or I can do a quick oral for one-twenty-five, or a hand job for fifty."

"You're a hooker?"

Again, Lee Ann laughed, as she took off her pants.  "You went to the bar looking for sex and a thrill, I went to the bar looking for sex and a paycheck.  Two-fifty and we both get what we want."  Her bra was off now, and she was stepping out of her panties.  Denise wanted her, wanted any woman, but especially at this moment wanted her.

"What does two-fifty get me?" she asked, grabbing her purse.

Lee Ann smiled smugly, knowing she was going to get paid.  She lay on her side, naked.  Denise couldn't stop staring at her.  Her breasts were larger than Denise’s.  Probably 34 C.  She was unshaven, but she had a light blonde bush that was naturally light and trim.   "Two-fifty gets you an hour of all the hand, mouth, and toy action your pussy can handle, hon."

Denise pursed her lips.  She wasn't rich.  But she did have a fair amount of spending money available right now.  Her husband wouldn't even ask what she spent it on.  "What could I get for an extra fifty?"

"Three-hundred?" Lee Ann looked thoughtful, and  drew one leg upward to better display her bush. She could feel the hunger in Denise's eyes.  "For three-hundred, I'll throw in a few minutes of anal."

Denise shuddered with anticipation.  "Here's three hundred in cash," she said, taking it out and handing it over.

"You're lucky I'm a nice girl," Lee Ann said, taking the money and walking over to her clothes so she could put it in her pants.  "A lot of girls would take the money and run.  Next girl you hire, just show her the money up front.  Pay half if requested.  Never pay it all up front."  She crawled back onto the back, on all fours.  "You're lucky I really do want you, babe."

Denise hurriedly took off her own clothes.  "So I assume I'm not really your first woman after all," she said, pulling off her undergarments.

"Not even close, hon, but it makes for great foreplay talk."

"Teach me," Denise asked softly.  "Show me how to make you feel good."

"It'll come to you quicker than you think, baby.  Slide under me."

Denise slid under the taller blonde, and kissed her mouth, fondling her breasts.

"That's nice," Lee Ann said, "but I meant the other way."

Denise blushed and slide out and then back under.  The other woman's bush was hanging over her face.  Its smell was strong, but not bad.  It wasn't exactly a pretty smell, but it was overwhelming and it got its hooks into her.  She breathed in deeply, and then gasped as she felt Lee Ann's mouth move down onto her pussy.  The hooker kissed around her naked mound for a while, then gently licked the smooth sides of her labia.  Then she sucked softly on Denise's lower lips, rolling them around in her mouth.  Denise felt herself growing ever wetter, and could see and smell that it was having a similar effect on the pussy which was over her face.

Lee Ann  finally pressed her face into the other girl's cunt, nose and mouth spreading her open with no help from her fingers or hands.  At that moment, overwhelmed by the soft wet sensation inside her own pussy, Denise moved by instinct, lunging upward.  Her cheeks slid up along the other woman's thighs, her hands clutched at the ass overhead, and her mouth nibbled its way through glistening pussy hair, straight for the hooker's clit.  The taste was tart, sweet, and bitter all at once.  It was addictive.  The clit itself was extra tangy and little salty.  Denise sucked on it like a baby nursing a nipple.

The 69 grew more heated and more impassioned, and before long, the two women were rolling on the bed, switching who was on top and who was on bottom, and then rolling back, and convulsing in a series of pre-orgasmic tremors.  After a while, Lee Ann took charge and pushed her client into a sitting position against the headboard, legs spread wide.  With full access the other woman's bald pussy, she plunged three fingers inside and began her own mouth work on Denise's clit.  The thinner blonde came quickly after that, banging her head into the headboard as she cried out in ecstasy.

"Now you!" Denise panted, scramling around behind the hooker, who was on all fours again at this point.  She knew her hands were small, so she balled one up into a fist and began to fuck Lee Ann with her fist, her own face reddening from the exertion.  The blonde hooker reached up underneath herself to rub at her clit, and moments later came with an explosion of love's liquid which gushed down her legs.

Panting, out of breath, but on fire like never before, Denise looked at the clock.  "Forty-five minutes left still," she said with a grin, as Lee Ann rolled onto her back.

"Maybe a little more if you keep being so nice to me," Lee Ann said in her soft, sweet voice, grabbing Denise by the hair and pulling her face to her pussy.

"Likewise," Denise managed to groan as she opened her mouth wide and covered the hooker's pussy as much as she could, tasting with lips and probing with tongue.  While she had first been turned on by thinking Lee Ann another first-timer, there was a curious rush knowing that her own was far from the first face to be pressed into this pussy, that woman after woman and probably man after man tasted this cunt every day. Lee Ann clawed at her back and encouraged her that she was doing well, and this pleased her.  She had assumed that it would be difficult to this her first time, either technically or emotionally.  It was neither.  It felt like something she was born to do. 

Suddenly the hooker began trembling, and then her body jerked as she hit successive climaxes while the smaller blonde refused to let up.  Finally, seeking relief, Lee Ann again grabbed Denise's hair, this time to pull her mouth off.  Denise took this as an opportunity to crawl on top of the hooker and spend a little more time kissing her breasts.  As she did, she felt the taller woman reach behind her and start to finger her pussy from behind with two fingers at a steady rate. 

While she enjoyed rubbing the flat of her tongue along the hardness of the other woman's nipples, Denise found the greatest pleasure in the soft flesh of the breasts themselves, and she left countless love-marks on them with her aggressive kissing.  She noticed that were not the first on this well-used prostitute, and this perversely fired her up even more.  The harder and wetter her kisses became, the harder and quicker the fingering of her pussy became. 

"Would you like to fuck me?" Lee Ann asked, pulling her up to kiss her mouth.

"Aren't I?" Denise asked with a slight laugh, sucking the other woman's tongue into her own throat and then pouring a mouthful of saliva into the hooker's mouth.

"Hang on, baby," Lee Ann said, drooling a mix of both their salvias down her face.  She rose, looked around the room, and then walked towards a dresser.  "Lay on your back, hon."

She pulled open a drawer and removed an unburned candle, about 3/4 of an inch in diameter and ten inches tall.  "Not great, but it will do," she said.

The hooker returned to the bed with the candle and then maneuvered herself between Denise's legs, raising herself up like a man would.  She then took the candle and, closing her eyes with pleasure, slid it a few inches inside herself.  Then, as if it were her cock, she moved with one hand on it until it was over Denise's cunt, and then slowly lowered herself, achieving penetration.

Denise cried out in ecstasy, and threw her legs over the other woman's back.  It wasn't big enough to fill either of them entirely, but as they fucked each other, the shared wax cock provided an intimate link between them.  They made love as a man and woman might, except that Lee Ann was undeniably prettier, better smelling, and softer than any man.  Working in perfect rhythm, the two women brought one another to simultaneous climax, which was followed by Lee Ann's dismounting, and casting the candle to the side. 

"You really are hot stuff," she said to Denise, who thought she was probably a sweaty mess right now.  The hooker licked her lips.  "Your body looks so young.  Like you shouldn't even be legal.  And your face is perfect.  And, my god, you're fast a learner."

"I have a good teacher."

Lee Ann smiled and then lay on her back between Denise's legs. She lifted the bottom half of the girl up.  She was stronger than she looked. She then slowly lowered the girls ass down onto her face, inserting her tongue inside like a strong, wet, dart, squirming around with muscular force.  Denise had never felt anything like it, and she began two-handing her pussy while the hooker tongued her ass, and in no time she had come again.

As soon as she had come, she scrambled to find the candle, and then got the hooker to roll onto her belly and arch her back.  "I always wondered why men were so obsessed with this," Denise said, inserting one end of the candle into her pussy.  "Now I'll find out."  She straddled the hooker and drooled heavily into her asshole before inserting the candle cock and slowly fucking her ass.

Lee Ann whimpered and bit her pillow.

"Oh yeah," Denise grunted.  "This is incredible.  You look so pretty like that.  So vulnerable.  Your ass feels so soft under me."  She shuddered.  "God, this is fantastic."  She pounded harder, faster.

Lee Ann whimpered more loudly.  "Yes, yes, yes, oh..."

When the hooker reached her orgasm, it was a quieter than before.  Denise decided to let up, and she pulled out, and rolled Lee Ann over onto her back.  There were tears on her face.  "Make love to me," the hooker begged.  "Make love to your little girl."

Without a word, Denise rolled the other woman onto her side, and crawled between her scissored legs.  Her tongue flicked rapidly at the spot between Lee Ann's pussy and her ass.  She'd never realized how sensitive the spot was, and the smaller woman's tongue there was enough to bring her off again.

Then, as if sensing that some limit had been hit, Denise crawled up behind her, and spooned, gently kissing the back of her neck with one leg thrown between her legs, and one hand draped over her breasts.  "Thank you," Denise whispered into her ear.

"Thank me?  You paid me three hundred bucks for this."

Denise caressed her.  "And now I know who I really am.  That's a fair trade, isn't?"

Lee Ann turned over, so they were cuddling face to face.  There were more gentle touches and caresses and then Lee Ann said, "You were my first."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't really know."  Lee Ann kissed the other blonde a little more deeply, then continued.  "I've turned tricks, men and women, for a few years now and I'd had a few boyfriends before that, but something about you... you were my first."

"First what?"

The hooker reached down between the young married woman's legs and inserted a single finger, which she crooked to feel as deeply as possible around one of the bony curves inside her.  "I can squirt on command," she said, wiggling her finger around slowly but firmly.  "But I've never had an orgasm until you were in my ass and then again right after."

Denise smiled and closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the pleasure of the other woman's finger inside her.

Lee Ann smiled, knowing that she had just sealed the deal for return business.

 

 
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