Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 *** *** *** *** ***

   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.

   Otherwise...  enjoy!

   Love and kisses,

   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

   *** *** *** *** ***

   "Did You Ever Consider?"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) 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.



   *** *** *** *** ***

   Read more from Jenny about this story at:
   /~BetweenHerLegs/spoilers.html