by Mia Moore
Don sat back in his chair, still watching me, lips slack. He was silent for a few moments and there was kind of a glazed look in his eyes. “That’s sort of,” His eyes widened. “Hot.”
I leaned into him, head tilted. “What?” For a moment, my eyes closed and I shook my head from side to side. “Some guy ogles me on the dance floor and you’re ready to punch his lights out. Got it. The waitress, who’s not bad looking I might add, gives me the once over and it’s….HOT?”
“Yeah? Jeez Sara, the porn movies always have girl on girl action. Ask any guy and he’ll tell you how sexy that is, watching it.” His gaze wandered to my chest and his finger rose to stroke the curve of my breast. “Holy cow. Just today we were worried about this…and now…”
“Now they’re on display attracting ALL kinds of attention.” I started to laugh. My fingers rose, stroking through my hair, holding my head and still the laughter would not stop. What a crazy life.
“C’mon. Finish that drink and then let’s get out of here.” Don was chuckling too.
I took two big swallows and set the glass down. “I’d better hit the ladies room.”
On my way to the washroom, skirting the dance floor, I noticed the pretty, blonde waitress serving another table. As I passed by, she looked up and our eyes met. I gulped and held my breath, unable to look away.
Once more she checked me out, from the low neckline to the curve of my calf. When her gaze once more locked with mine, the smile that spread on her lips left absolutely no doubt in my mind.
I entered the hallway and saw the ‘Ladies’ room on the right. As I sat in the stall, relieving myself, her face was etched in my brain, the set of her lips, wide and full, high cheekbones and blush of her cheek. But it was the piercing blue eyes, speaking volumes, appraising and enticing me.
When I returned to the table Don rose and held my coat for me. I glanced around the bar as I slid my arms into the sleeves. The good looking guy who’d given me the eye on the dance floor was nowhere to be seen. He must have left. Where was the waitress? I hated to admit it, even to myself, but it was really her that I was searching for.
We were a few feet from the door when she appeared, standing almost directly in front of me, forcing me to halt. My eyes opened almost as wide as my mouth.
“I’m working tomorrow night until ten. My name’s Ginny, by the way. I hope you’ll be here.” Her lower lip was sucked in, and she bit down gently, on it as she watched me. Me, not Don.
The silence seemed to hang as I struggled for words.
“Hi Ginny. I’m Don and this is Sara. We’ll try to be here, won’t we Sara?” Don grabbed her hand and shook it, glancing from her to me and back again.
“Yes.” My answer was automatic, hardly aware that I’d even spoken as I watched her.
They say that a journey begins with a single step. That yes was my first step.
Chapter 6: Close Your Eyes
We left the bar and my gaze ping-ponged from the sidewalk, the streetlight and the storefronts as we walked. Inside my head, I was as disjointed as my vision, trying to assess what had just happened and more importantly, now that the wheels were in motion—how did I really feel about this?
I gulped and held my breath. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement—I was scared silly, but… it was also exciting. I sneaked a glance up at Don, walking beside me, holding my arm.
He was unusually quiet. Was he already picturing this, some sort of sexual rendezvous with the waitress, with Ginny?
I didn’t have to ponder this very long, when he smiled down at me and started speaking. “You find her attractive, don’t you?” It was definitely a question, not a statement.
“Yeah. Who wouldn’t? She’s got gorgeous eyes, a nice smile, and in that outfit, the short tartan skirt and tailored blouse—she’s got a body to die for.” I squeezed his arm. “I caught you checking her out.”
My eyebrows drew together. Why didn’t that make me jealous? I sure as hell hadn’t like Laurie flirting with him in the grocery store. Ginny was younger, probably in her mid thirties, totally hot. He was probably picturing her naked, on a bed. But, I’d also be on that bed...with her. He wasn’t interested in her per se ; it was the excitement of a sex and what’s more, the bi part.
“Guilty. But, only because she was coming on to you. I mean, I have more experience checking out women than you do.” He grinned down at me.
“Yeah, you’re a real Yoda. Thanks.” I smiled up at him to let him know it was okay.
We arrived at the truck and he opened the door for me, holding my elbow as I stepped up onto the rocker panel. When he got in and started the engine, the radio started playing.
Katy Perry? ‘I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It’? My jaw dropped open and my head spun to look at him. We both started laughing at the same time.
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We decided to have a nightcap, taking our drinks into the bedroom with us. It had been quite a week and then tonight…there was no way either of us was going to sleep right away. And work tomorrow, a Friday? Forget that.
I sat on the bed, still in my stockings and bra, sipping my drink as I watched Don get undressed. He stepped to his highboy and took the beer sitting there and climbed onto the soft down comforter beside me.
“I’m glad you said yes to going to that bar tomorrow. I mean it’s all well and good to THINK about this, but it takes nerve to actually DO it.” When he looked at me, there was almost a smug look in his eyes.
“I meant it when I said, things are going to be different.” My mouth pulled to the side and my fingers toyed with the rim of the glass. “But, it’s still kind of scary. I mean, I’ve never been with a woman.”
“Trust me, it’s fun.”
I punched his arm and scowled before returning his grin.
“Seriously, did you ever…you know…experiment when you were a teenager with a girlfriend. Even just a kiss to see what it was like?” His eyes were soft looking at me.
“Once. Just once and I was only twelve. My girlfriend and I had never had a boyfriend. We weren’t allowed. One night, on a sleep-over we were talking about having a boyfriend, what it would be like. Well, one thing led to another and we tried kissing.” I glanced at him and saw the look of wonder in his eye. “NOT French kissing. Just simple lips on lips--that was all.”
He set the beer on his night table and then shifted down on the bed so that he lay on his side, arm supporting his head. His hand drifted to my thigh, stroked it softly. “So you never wondered what it would be like…later?”
I shook my head but then stopped. “Well, in the porn flicks, there’s a lot of lesbian stuff.” I paused for a beat while he continued rubbing my leg. “I’ve always found that--”
“Close your eyes.”
My eyebrows pulled together but the look on his face was serious and…playful all at the same time. I closed my eyes and waited.
His touch on my thigh became silken, edging higher and higher. “Imagine it’s Ginny laying here. She strokes your thigh, softly, just like this. Her fingers rise to touch your bare skin, slide to the warmth on the inside of your leg.”
His fingers drifted higher and higher until they rested in the hollow, just below my pussy. His hand nudged my thigh, pushed my legs apart.
The small smile Ginny wore, her eyes devouring my cleavage while she bent forward, revealing the swell of her own breasts in the pink lace bra, filled my mind. My legs spread wider and I shifted, tilting my pelvis up.
His finger brushed the line of my furrow, sending shivers up my spine and a pleasant warmth to my clit. When the finger pushed into my opening, slid up through the folds of my pussy and stroked my little nub of pleasure I gasped at the jolt of lust that shot through me. The touch was gentle, slowly rolling over the surface.
My hand slipped inside the cup of my bra, fingers pinched the firm nipple there. Another wave of pleasure filled my pussy. If this was Ginny’s boob, what would that be like? My fingers spread to take in all of the flesh,
pulling and kneading it in my palm.
Oh fuck. Hot, smooth sensation was now on my clit—a tongue licking the underside, flicking the sensitive nerves to the summit, rolling over and down again and again and again. Oh sweet Jesus, the tongue…HER tongue was good. My pelvis arched up seeking more, rolling against it, moaning in my ecstasy.
It was sooooo good, really intense but I needed more.
“I need your cock. Fuck me.” It was a plea and a command. Still my eyes remained closed and now the tall dark haired guy who’d given me the eye on the dance floor entered my mind.
The mouth left my cunt and after a few movements on the bed, there was pressure on my opening.
“What about Ginny? Her pussy needs attention.” Don’s voice was a whisper before his forefingers, spread slightly open pressed on my lips. Oh fuck, he was creating pussy lips, Ginny’s pussy on my mouth.
He thrust deep into me and my hand shot to my clit. It was so good and I was almost there.
“Lick her.” Another deep thrust, filling me to my throat it seemed.
The tip of my tongue, snaked between my lips, licking and flicking as my finger rubbed furiously on my clit. I could almost feel her thighs on the side of my head, my nose pressed into her mons, tongue vibrating her bud with a whir.
“Oh fuck, that’s it…keep doing that…” Don grunted, his hand now harder on my mouth, becoming lost in his own lust, grunting each time he pounded into me.
“Seeuch anuther cook” I tried to get the words out, thrashing my head away from his hand for a second. “Need another cock. To hold it, suck it.”
His forefingers curled and entered my mouth. I licked and sucked them like they were his cock- any cock, the guy in the bar…
“Oh Jesus…oh yeah…fuck,suck…AHHHHHH!” The final thrust held for a few seconds …cock pulsing as he strained forward…
Oh my God…I was lost on the wave of carnal, decadent lust…drowning in all consuming pleasure in my clit-cunt-cock. Sooo gooood.
Exhaling through pursed lips, I collapsed back onto the bed. “Oh fuck….”
Don’s eyes were mere slits above the gape of his mouth. He blinked a couple of times and grinned. “Yeah, I’ll second that. Oh fuck.”
He lowered his chest onto mine and kissed the tip of my nose. I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled his mouth onto mine. I could taste myself on his lips, smell the musk of our passion. It was wonderful.
He rolled off and hugged my body into his, stroked my arm softly. “You really got me going saying those things…like we were in some kind of group sex thing…”
I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his eyes. “Me? You started it, talking about a woman, Ginny making out with me and then the hand over my mouth…”
“Yeah. I guess you can tell it’s a turn on for me.” He gave me that lopsided smile that I could never resist. “But if you don’t want to actually DO it…I mean it’s a hot fantasy here, between us and—“
My gaze lowered to his chest, and I laid my head down again. My lips pulled to the side as I considered what he’d said. Here was my out if I had second thoughts about going to the bar the next night and seeing where this took us. The thought of not going was worse than the nerves in my gut at the prospect of actually going through with it.
I shook my head and looked up at him. “No. I want to go to the bar, see what it’s like. If I chicken out at the last minute…well, that’ll be that. But I’ll never know unless I actually show up.”
Chapter 7: Final Results, Now Or Never
The next day, I actually DID accomplish some Christmas shopping. Don went to work mid morning, just to check in and give the guys who worked for him their paychecks—well actually paystubs, since their money was already deposited into their account. He was like that, conscientious, one of the things I admired about him.
The shopping was easy, for now, just the gift certificates at the Mall as Elaine had suggested for her boys. What I really wanted to do was visit the women’s clothing stores, beef up my sexy wardrobe—dresses, tight pants and of course a colorful assortment of lingerie.
Late in the afternoon, I pulled into the driveway beside Don’s truck. He must have been watching for me because came right out and opened my car door.
“Hi.” When I looked at his face my heart almost stopped. He was pissed.
“Do you have your cell phone turned off?” The words were clipped and loud.
My mouth fell open and I scrambled in my purse for it. Oh my God. It was and there was a message.
“The doctor’s office called and left a message that they were trying to reach you.”
My stomach fell and my arms felt heavy holding the small phone. I punched in my number and held the phone to ear waiting for the message. When the low melodic voice of my Doctor came on, I held my breath.
‘…arrived this morning. The test results were negative for cancer. I would still like to see you next—“
I puffed air from deep inside and held the phone out to Don. “I’m good! No cancer, they got the results!”
He grabbed the phone from my hand and hit the button to replay it as I sat watching. Thank you God. Just that confirmation, a message was everything I needed to hear. We’d thought it would be okay from the radiologist yesterday, but hearing my OWN doctor confirm it…oh my God.
Don slipped the phone into the pocket of his shirt and took my hand, literally pulled me up and into his arms, holding me aloft and doing a semi circle swirl, holding me tight.
“Oh Sara. Thank God.” His lips pressed into my neck and he kissed me when he set me down.
We just looked at each other silently for a few moments, eyes filled with tears, but this time they were relief.
He shook his head to clear it and looked into the back seat of my compact. “What the hell? Did you buy out all the stores or just…” He flipped the lever and the front seat popped forward. “Wow. New lingerie…” He scooped up a few of the bags and leaned into me. “I expect a fashion show.”
I couldn’t stop the grin on my face or the warm feeling that flooded through my stomach. “I got some things for you too.” I reached into the car for the final things and followed him into the house.
He turned and wiggled his eyebrows. “They’re ALL for me Baby.” Inside the warm kitchen, he set the bags on the table and helped me out of my coat. “Seriously, you didn’t buy me anything, did you?”
I smiled at him and rifled through the bags until I found it. With a sly grin, I held up a pair of leopard skin, bikini underwear for men.
His head eased back, lips drawn back baring his clenched teeth, pulling a face at the sight. “I’m more the boxer short type, Sara.”
I scooped up the bags and gave him a wink. “We’ll see about that.” I walked down the hall to the bedroom, exaggerating, just a little, the sway of my hips.
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It was an ‘afternoon delight’ type day. The naughty fashion show and the thought of going to the bar later, a special invitation that Ginny had extended, spiked our hormones to a teenage boy level. It was a wonder that either of us had the energy to walk into the bar at nine o’clock that night.
We lucked out in getting the same table we’d had the night before. As I walked past the long gleaming oak bar, I scanned through the people sitting on high barstools, to find Ginny. A beefy, red haired guy, florid smiling face, hands moving at hyperspeed serving up mixed drinks and beers stood next to a haughty looking, black waitress. But no Ginny.
I slipped the long wool coat from my shoulders and shivered as the cooler air drifted along my bare arms. It was a new dress, a little black number with a low, scooped neckline, revealing the swell of ample boobs and risqué desire. Don’s finger touched my wrist and his head nodded, signaling for me to check to the far right.
There she was, bending at the waist, leaning across a table to set a beer in front of a bearded customer. She wore the same short, pleated skirt that had risen in her movement, flashing a tanned shapely thigh, wit
h just a hint of the crease under the swell of a round butt cheek. A mass of golden curls, gathered in at the nape of her neck, trailed in a mane across the white blouse.
When she straightened her head turned and blue eyes ensnared me, sending a thrill straight to my pussy. Her smile was immediate, full pink lips framing, gleaning white teeth, even a dimple in the blush of her cheek. In the low light shining down near the table, she seemed to glow; the small pendant caught in the hollow of her throat twinkled.
She scooped the bill handed to her, into the small dark apron hanging over her tummy and started coming our way. My breath hitched in my throat. She was every bit as beautiful as she’d been last night. Should I tell her that? I had no clue what to do or say and I sure as hell didn’t want to do the wrong thing.
Don’s hand slid into mine and he squeezed. “Relax. Remember, SHE made eyes at you last night.” Oh God, he’d picked up on how nervous I was, would she?
She stood next to our table, holding the black plastic tray on her fingertips. “Hi Sara.” Her eyes were friendly holding my gaze. For a second, she glanced at Don. “Hey Don. Can I get you guys a drink?”
“Gin and tonic and a domestic beer for me. You’re off soon, aren’t you?” Don managed to fill the silence and place our order.
I was still smiling up at her, trying hard not to get past the open V of her blouse and lower, where it hugged the curve of her waist, my mind scrambling to find words to speak.
She looked over at me when she answered Don’s question. “Not soon enough. Just another hour and my relief starts.” Her chin dropped to her chest and she looked through long thick lashes when she spoke. “Can I join you then, for a drink or…?”
My eyes became wide, while my heart skipped a beat. “Sure. That’s why we’re here. We were hoping you would…you know…have a drink with us.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I knew what happened.
Her smile became a bright beacon, eyes locked with mine. “Perfect. I was hoping you’d be here as well. I’d like you get to know you.”