Lesbian Convertion
Kathy stepped out of the shower, her straw colored pubic hair matted
between her legs by the water streaming down across her stomach, little
droplets forming on the pale, pink tips of her breasts before they fell to the
floor, her dainty hands removing the plastic cap which protected her frosted
hair from the moisture in the shower stall. Looking at herself in the full
length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, she felt a brief, vicious
satisfaction with the sight of her naked body reflected in the glass. The
slight paunch of her belly was normal for a woman of 38, her milky-white
breasts still firm mounds, the muscles in her thighs tight from her daily
jogging exercises, her buttocks a smooth plain of taut flesh below her spine.
As she applied makeup to her face, she thought back to the sex she’d
just had with Charlie. Charlie wasn’t the greatest lover in the world, his
idea of erotic enticement being her sucking him until he was just about ready
to come, and then quickly driving his poker in and out of her until he reached
his orgasm. Of course, she’d fake her orgasms so he’d think he’d really
turned her on, but in reality, she wished he’d take the time to get her
excited first too. She’d tried to talk with him about that a few times, but
each time he’d just gotten mad and told her that if he wasn’t enough of a man,
she should try and find someone who was; provided they’d be willing to pay the
bills and help her manage the money she made working as a bartender. Charlie
may not have been the greatest, but she had known far worse men in her
lifetime.
Charlie was laying on his back on the queen-sized bed when Kathy
strolled into the bedroom, her nakedness causing him to grab his limp pecker
and shake it in her direction.
“How’d you like to clean this off for me with your freshly rubied lips?”
There was a subtle mocking inflection in his voice.
“You know I have to open the bar at 6, Charlie.” Kathy replied, giving
Charlie a look that should have been in a scabbard.
“Well shit, it wasn’t that good of a fuck this afternoon anyway!”
Charlie’s words caused Kathy to look as though a glob of Jello had just
fallen off her spoon and down her cleavage. She turned to the closet and
reached for the hanger containing her shorts and tank-top, there was no mercy
in her face. Turning, she gave Charlie a slightly deprecating smile as she
carried her clothes back into the bathroom.
Charlie had stayed on the bed fondling himself while she dressed in the
bathroom. Noting that she had forgotten to get her bra while she was in the
bedroom, she decided to go braless that night, rather than going back and
enduring anymore of Charlie’s barbs. Kathy departed the apartment without any
further incidents, Charlie’s moans echoing through the house as he shot his
wad onto his hairy stomach.
“Oh my, you look good enough to eat.” Stephanie’s voice boomed across
the empty room as Kathy crossed from the entryway to the main bar along the
far wall.
Kathy looked at her co-worker and friend enviously. She had always been
in awe of Stephanie’s five-foot-ten height and long slender legs. She
marvelled at the deep bronze of Stephanie’s tan, even though Stephanie’s
flaming red hair was indicative of a paler complexion. Coming around behind
the bar, Kathy quickly noted the huge spikes poking through the loose mesh of
the flimsy pullover covering Stephanie’s chest; the crimson red nipples simple
evidence that Stephanie wasn’t wearing a bra that evening either. Stephanie
gave Kathy’s buttocks a seductive pat as she bent over to put her purse on the
shelf under the cash register, the gesture typical of her unusual personality.
“You don’t exactly look like fast food yourself.” Kathy’s words were
spoken in tones hoarse and strained with pain.
“Bullshit from Charlie again?” Stephanie asked, her voice making a
guttural sound.
Kathy had to fight to keep her voice steady as she gave Stephanie an
edited rendition of the half hour she’d spent with Charlie, before she had to
get ready for work. Stephanie oozed conciliation as she tried to help Kathy
clear her muddled thoughts, her ideas regarding Charlie spoken in sarcastic,
biting tones. Eventually Stephanie poured them both short drinks, and both
women stood behind the bar ruminating over how nice it would be if Charlie met
with a variety of terminal disasters. Stephanie spoke a trifle petulantly as
she tried to close the conversation on a happy note, her words a promise to
Kathy that there was always hope for a happier ending to the evening tonight.
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Old Bisexual Friend
Five years ago, I was carrying my groceries to the car in the parkinglot when
I crashed into another woman loaded down with the same. We both started to
apologize, then shrieked with delight and embraced.
Connie had been my best friend. We grew up together and had known each other
for nearly twenty years, even though we’d sort of lost touch a couple of years
back. We went to high school together and even lost our cherries to the same
guy! Boy, those were the days.
She and her husband had moved just a few blocks from where my husband, Eddie,
and I lived, so I followed her back to their place. She got out a bottle of
Harvey’s Bristol Cream to celebrate, and soon we were sitting on the settee,
drinking and giggling, carrying on just like it used to be. (more…)
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