My Perverted Life - Chapter Four

by Jen L. Lee © 2012

A few days ago, I was telling one of the lovely ladies with whom I correspond that I had decided to have a "girl's day". It had been a long time since I'd done that. Working mostly at home these days, it simply makes more sense to dress for comfort. In the summer, I wear little or nothing at all because it can get very hot in Ontario. In the winter, I wear warm clothes and sweaters and the like because it can get very cold. It's getting cold here now but I didn't know that on Tuesday. I felt that I wanted the "old" Jen to come out and play. I put on a fairly short black dress, did my makeup, put on stockings and heels. I noticed some attractive men looking at me and one very cute girl. She was hot as hell, even with her streaked orange hair. She gave me the eye and I know if she had been alone, I would have gone over there and flirted with her. Her dress was shorter than mine and her heels were sexy as hell and she had legs that reached all the way down to the floor. Unfortunately, she was with a group of friends that appeared to be idiots. We tend to get a lot of idiots around here at this time of the year.

It wasn't a good day to be a girly-girl and I'm sure she must have been freezing, because this little Korean bitch sure as hell was. Even with a coat on, I was cold and thank goodness I was wearing a bra because my nipples were forecasting the weather. I spent most of the day writing in the coffee shop that I like and wishing I was home in bed and not alone. There is nothing like rolling around in bed with a pretty girl to get the blood flowing, as I am sure most of you know.

Wouldn't you know it, the following day I went back to casual and when I went outside, it was a gorgeous day, sunny and mild. Life is just as much a bitch as some of my ex's are. I really shouldn't say that – don't all of us women have a little bitch inside?

Which brings me to my little tale of sex and seduction, okay loves?

I was remembering another time that I was dressed in a dress like this one, only it was much shorter and left little to the imagination. I spend time on my body and on looking good when I go out. I want to look good good because Jen likes to be noticed. That particular night, I was on the prowl.

I was at Club Renaissance with my newest girlfriend, a lovely blonde who I am calling Meche. We had met there a few years earlier and I was smitten and that's rare for me. I'm a good-looking girl and can generally attract attention wherever I go, even now. Back then, I was in my 30's and I would say I was at the peak of my allure. I met this stunning lady at the bar and what can I say? Meche just happened to push all the right buttons with me.

Meche is blonde and wears her hair long, a turn-on for me. Her blue eyes have this intense look and when she's talking to you, it is nearly impossible to look away. She has these beautiful high cheekbones and strong features. There is a nearly ethereal beauty to her and her skin is perpetually tanned, although she isn't an avid sun worshiper. Meche spends about half of the money she earns buying clothes and she wears them well. To this day, I haven't seen her in jeans. She's ultra-feminine and she shares my addiction to shoes and I remember on the night we met, she was wearing a very short dress with her suede "fuck me" boots.

I am not going to tell the lie that "I've never had sex on the first date" because we all know that's bullshit. I've done it and most have at least once. Meche looked at me and she spoke first. "Oh my," she said in a whisky-soaked voice. "If you aren't the most sensual woman I've ever seen, I don't know who is. Please tell me that you're not here with anyone. Please tell me that you'll let me buy you a drink."

I had just come with a friend but she had to work in the morning. I didn't and so I joined Meche at her table. In a bit under 10 minutes, she had her hand on my knee. In about 15, she was running that soft hand up my leg and under my skirt. I had to do something, so damned if we didn't sneak off to the ladies room where Meche ate my pussy to an incredible orgasm. What a tongue! She sure knew what buttons to push and if I wasn't terrified of getting caught, I would have done her too! We straightened our clothes and went back out to the Club. We danced together and laughed and Meche told me that she wanted me that night, no game playing. I nodded because I felt the same way. Why bullshit if the two of you are on the same page?

We went outside to the parking lot and Meche and I got in her Audi. She had one hand on the wheel and one hand on my knee. Her condo was huge and beautifully decorated, she had studied interior design and was even acquainted with some other "friends" of mine. I let her show me around and everything about this capable, intellectual, artsy 25-year old got me hot. I'd had enough. It was time for me to show Meche that Jen could still take charge, even though I was and am, more than ten years her senior. I pulled her to me and we kissed. I sucked her gorgeous tongue into my mouth and even bit her bottom lip playfully. Meche giggled a bit before sighing gently and pressing herself against me. We just made out like there was no tomorrow. I didn't want for it to end. My hands ran through her long, wavy hair and I kept touching her beautiful face. Meche had me captivated and both of us knew it. I am thrilled to say that the attraction was mutual. She later told me that she often thought about Asian women when she masturbated. Score one for our side!

We managed to stumble back to her bedroom and to my delight, she had one of those huge canopy beds! I'd always wanted to fuck in one of those. Meche stood before me and did a strip tease. She actually practiced pole dancing and could this girl move. I know that everything Meche did got to me. I might have even let out a little whimper, I was that far gone.

"Could I have the pleasure of undressing you?" She asked. I nodded and was almost afraid that I would explode the instant she touched me. I was so glad that I didn't have to work in the morning because I sensed we were going to exhaust each other.

I had gone with gold and black that evening. My jewelry and blouse were all gold and I had a black jacket and matching skirt. I'd worn stockings because I wanted to show my legs. She left those on. "I like sexy legs, yours are lovely," Meche told me in her sensual voice.

"Yours are exquisite," I told her, reaching out to touch her. She got on top of me and we – it's hard to put into words – it was as if we just melted into one person for a minute, our bodies blended. She held my hands while on top of me and we were kissing gently. I was so enamored of this beautiful, younger woman that I didn't want to stop. I lost track of time.

We tumbled around her bed and had sex and made love. Our bodies became our playgrounds and Meche's was almost a temple. I worshiped at her altar. The sweetness between her legs made me come alive and I sought as much of her as she was willing to give me. My beautiful Meche touched my body the way that I liked. Instinctively, she took me to heights of pleasure and with her teasing ways, she would guide me back down again. Meche was a tease, yet I didn't mind. I could have stayed in her bed all night and nearly did. I left her place at 5 AM after kissing her goodbye and telling her that I loved her. I meant it too. She had really gotten to me and I knew I wanted to see her as often as she would allow it.

I don't mean to say that I was in love with Meche though. I am not sure if that was ever the case. I just loved how she made me feel and was touched by her kindness and spirit. The way our bodies and minds meshed, I had to experience that again.

I did experience it again and each time with my blonde darling was a new, wonderful experience. Let me tell you, just because Meche could be gentle and loving, don't think for one minute that hot young thing couldn't tear up the sheets. She could fuck with the best of them. My favorite experience involved a bottle of baby oil and two very horny ladies. Neither of us had enjoyed sex for over a week and we were tearing at each other with lust as we ran for my bedroom. She massaged me all over and I know my cunt was dripping when she went down on me. That's when we got out the oil and really got nasty. What a great fuck! Her on top of me, her pussy rubbing against me, hissing how I was her little Korean slut and she was going to make me her bitch! Damn, I loved that!

Meche was one of those women I use the term "fucky" to describe. I cannot recall her ever not being in the mood, although I am sure there must have been times. She was, and is, always affectionate. At the lowest point, Meche is warm. At the zenith, Meche is an inferno of beautiful, sexy womanhood waiting to be unleashed.

I could have fallen head over heels for Meche, it would have been so easy. I needed someone at that point and Meche certainly fit the bill. Here is something I am sure every woman can understand, we've all had this. It wasn't our time and likely, never will be. When I wanted to take it up a step, Meche wasn't ready. When she was ready, I was hesitant and unsure. We adored each other but we couldn't connect the way we should have.

Meche and I couldn't bear not to be lovers and so we agreed we would stay that – lovers. Two people with mutual respect and adoration who came together sexually and emotionally when we needed to. She's a dear friend and companion and I don't see nearly enough of her. When we do get together, the heat hasn't abated one whit. She is still gorgeous and I think she's going to be like Catherine Deneuve, one of those women who is still stunning later in life. Meche has that kind of carriage and style and believe me, she can still pull off sexy as hell whenever she wants. I get full-on Meche whenever we connect.

The night at the Club, Meche and I were looking for some fun. We had both gone out to tease the crowd. Meche had on a rather scandalous dress and a thong that was equally naughty. Boots with a high heel and I still don't know how she danced in them. We teased the crowd, scanning around for someone – anyone – to play with. The two of us were looking for an adventure when I spotted her.

Her name is Quinn and she was – is – a friend of my girls'. She's a slender black girl of medium height with short-cropped black hair and delicate features. I have always found Quinn very desirable, but because she knew the girls, I kept my distance. To further complications, we were in a bar. The drinking age in Ontario is 19 and Quinn was just a little over 16 at the time. Not only that, we were in a rather notorious bar for women who like women. I didn't know that about Quinn. I felt desire surging through me and I had to tell Meche about this.

I had discovered by that time that I could tell Meche anything and she would not judge me. She knew of my peccadilloes and my interest in beautiful young girls. She was getting us drinks and as she came back to the table, I pointed Quinn out to her. I told her about Quinn and the little crush I had on the younger girl. "I can see why," Meche breathed as she squeezed my hand. "My God Jen, just look at her. How old did you say she is?"

I told Meche and she shook her head in disbelief. "A kid like that, she was born sexy. LOOK at her, the way she's dressed. That is the kind of girl who has know for a while she's gorgeous and isn't afraid to use it. Look at that dress, those shoes and the way she's dancing. Did you know she was into girls?" Meche asked me.

I shook my head. I truly had no idea, I had only recently discovered my daughters' leanings. Now I wondered about whether or not they and Quinn were closer. Quinn's dress was skin-tight and had laces down the front that almost went to her navel. It was silver and shiny, I believe Lycra. It was the kind of dress that if you wore panties with it, you would ruin the effect, so she was either wearing a thong or nothing at all underneath. Quinn's body is slender and her breasts are petite to match her frame, I had seen her in a swim suit. I wanted to touch her and now I wondered if I could summon up the courage to approach Quinn and let her be the one to join Meche and I. We were looking for an adventure and I thought Quinn might be the one to provide it. Meche and I had now found our comfortable place. We both thought rocking things up a bit might be fun. I just didn't know if I could approach Quinn. I certainly didn't want to blow her cover, all she was doing was dancing with some pretty girls and having fun. I saw no harm in that, she didn't appear to be drunk or doing anything else I hadn't done myself.

My gorgeous Meche took the decision right out of my hands. She walked over to Quinn and smiled. Engaging Quinn in conversation, she brought the lovely black girl back to our table. "Ms. Lee," Quinn smiled. She had those perfect white teeth some black women have and a face that was all at once angelic and full of mischief. "I didn't know that you came here," she smiled again.

Before I go any further, I have actually said I have never had sex with a black girl and that's true – technically. Quinn's mother is from Jamaica and many Jamaicans do NOT consider themselves black. Quinn's father is French, if memory serves and she has a unique look. Her skin is very dark but her face has unusual, delicate features. A bit like Halle Berry although much darker in her skin tone. The kind of girl that you meet once and you never forget her face, that is Quinn.

"I come here occasionally Quinn, yes," I smiled and patted her hand. "You know that I am bi-sexual, I'm open about that," I told her. She nodded. "Are you a lesbian, Quinn?"

"I'm bi, like you, Ms. Lee," Quinn said. She and Meche were staring at each other and the desire was so thick that you could have cut it with a knife. "Please, you're not going to tell my mom, are you? I know that I shouldn't be here because I'm underage, but I wanted to have some fun and it isn't a school night. All of the girls here are so HOT, but of course, you know that. You're hot, Ms. Lee – I've always thought so. Your friend is too, you're gorgeous, miss ..."

"My name is Meche, hello." Meche held out her hand and took Quinn's. For a second, it almost looked like they were going to make a run for the ladies room the way that Meche and I had done some years before.

"I won't tell your mother, you're just having a little fun, experimenting a little," I smiled. Haven't we all done things we shouldn't? Besides, I wasn't too sure that Quinn's mom wouldn't understand. She was long divorced from Quinn's father and a bit of a social butterfly.

Meche got us all drinks and as she did, Quinn's hand flew to her face. "Oh no, where's my head? I'm here with my friend and I've left her all alone. I'll be right back, don't go away!"

As if we would have gone anywhere. Meche intended to bed Quinn and I knew I was free to come along for the ride if I wanted. We had come tonight looking for a threesome and if Quinn could be trusted to not say anything to my girls, I knew we had our playmate.

Meche came back with three drinks, white wine for us and a Singapore Sling for Quinn, if I recall correctly. "Where's our gorgeous little friend?" She asked me. "I hope she didn't leave," she said to me, the disappointment sounding in her voice.

"Don't worry, she came with a friend and she's just gone to fetch her. Ah, here they are now." When the two young women neared our table, it was almost impossible for me not to drool. If Quinn was dark and tantalizing, her friend was like a little sex doll come to life. A petite strawberry blonde with soft, full lips, sexy blue eyes and a lovely little derriere. She was in a leather skirt that was a reddish-brown and almost looked painted on. She wore a jacket to match and I could see sexy white lingerie underneath. I no longer knew who I found more desirable, Quinn or her friend, Missy, as I learned her name to be.

"This is Ms. Lee and her friend, Meche," Quinn bubbled. "Did I lie Missy, aren't they gorgeous?"

"Uh-huh," the sweet young thing said. Her voice was soft and low and sexy. "I know your daughters, we all go to the same school." I wondered why the girls hadn't mentioned her before, they usually mentioned a new student, especially a pretty one. Now that I knew both of my girls liked girls, they were freer in telling me about their mini-crushes.

"Missy just transferred here last month," Quinn said by way of explanation. She leaned over and whispered in my ear "She isn't 16 yet, so please, please don't tell anyone. She has a fake ID and no one bothered to ask me." I was a bit surprised that someone could get away with a fake ID in this day and age, but looking at yummy little Missy, I would have bet no one had bothered to ask her either. She was just so delicious and she wasn't drinking alcohol, just Pepsi.

Meche decided she needed to take the bull by the horns. I'm usually a bit more forceful myself, but I wasn't sure if I should take the risk in a place where I'm known. Meche didn't give a damn about any of it. "Listen here girls, are you two here just to dance or to have some fun?"

Quinn looked at her delectable little morsel of a friend (I cannot emphasize enough how yummy Missy was that night) and they nodded at each other and looked at us. "We're here to have fun!" Missy spoke.

"You DO know what we mean by fun, right?" Meche asked them. This time, it was Quinn who piped up. "You're talking about sex, sex with other girls, well, other women in your case. Yes, that's why we came here. To have a good time and hopefully, not get caught by our parents."

Meche nodded and took Quinn's hand. "That's about the size of it, girls. Okay, if you're looking for fun, you've found it. Why don't we all finish our drinks and go back to my place? I think we've danced enough for tonight, I have other activities in mind."

It was easy for even a casual observer to see how fascinated Quinn was by Meche, but to my surprise, she leaned over and told me "I've fantasized about you before, Ms. Lee. I hope you and I can be together tonight, I think you're hot." The little bitch practically had me creaming, not that Missy was any less seductive. Quinn was more overt but Missy wore hers in a way that pleased the eye as well.

We finished our drinks and piled in Meche's car. The short distance to Meche's condominium seemed like an eternity because these little sweeties had me so hot! Meche felt the same way, I could see it in her eyes. Quinn sat in the front with her and I noticed her reaching and touching Meche's knee while she drove. I have absolutely no idea how my blonde lover concentrated on driving with the little tease beside her. Missy was beside me and I just had to, had to, satisfy my curiosity. I asked for a kiss and no fifteen year old girl I'd ever met knew how to kiss like that, even when I was one myself. An agile little tongue proved to me what I had suspected, there was a very dirty little girl hidden under that pretty façade.

Once we were inside Meche's home, the kid gloves came off. Quinn was highly aggressive and her heels gave her added height so that she and Meche were really able to go at each other. They stood in the foyer and made out passionately. I didn't have any patience at this point. I grabbed adorable little Missy and hauled ass to the bedroom. I wanted to feel that sexy little body beside mine, naked and delicious. We made it to the bedroom and were panting because we'd run so fast to get there. I got her out of her skirt and jacket fast and was almost cooing when I saw that the white lingerie was more like a teddy than a cami. It held the delicious little package that was her body and she even had on stockings and suspenders. Either Missy was more aware of her sexual potential than it seemed or Quinn had helped her out. I pulled her close and she sighed. "Yes, this is exactly what I hoped it would be like," Missy purred.

Something in the way she said that gave me pause. I looked into those beautiful eyes and asked her "Missy, is this your first time with a woman?"

She nodded and said "Uh-huh, it's my first time ever! Me and Quinn kiss all the time, but she told me that we should find older, sexy girls to teach us. Please don't push me away, Ms. Lee, because I am sooo into you and I think this will be amazing. You're exactly the kind of person Quinn said we should find, fun and sexy and exciting."

Okay, despite any misgivings I might have had about seducing a younger girl, they vanished right there. Missy had said exactly what I needed to hear and I didn't go after her, the girls came on to us. I smiled and pushed her on her back on the bed. As if in a dream, I removed the pretty top, although I was tempted to leave it on her. It was so white and feminine and lacy. But it was an impediment to those delicious breasts and I wanted those so much. They turned out to be as sweet as I had hoped and my tongue tasted each firm little cone before trailing down her skin. She lifted her slender hips to allow me to remove her thong panties and I licked at her pussy. It had only wisps of reddish-blonde hair and was a bit puffy. Pink and wet, she had a prominent little mons and I could easily make out her clit. I wanted to show her a wonderful time and let her see how good sex with a woman truly was. The line had been crossed and there would be no turning back for Missy. Selfishly, I intended to "turn" her into "one of us". I know that's silly – you are or you aren't – but logic didn't play into it at the time. I wanted her to enjoy it so much that she'd never get it or me out of her system.

I wasn't oblivious to the goings-on beside me either. Watching someone I had known for a while making love to my girlfriend was highly erotic. Quinn's ebony beauty was something I intended to experience for myself before the evening turned into morning. I just had to concentrate on one thing for now. I had been bestowed the honor of being Missy's first real lover. That was not something I should take for granted, nor did I. I held her petite, beautiful body in my arms and provided her with sensual, intimate touches. I tried to convey to her the beauty I saw through my eyes while my girlfriend and her girlfriend got naughty beside us. Missy might have been a novice but it was quite evident the same could not be said of Quinn. She was an erotic little package of dark beauty who was driving Meche insane with her tongue. The two of them were going at it with a lot more ferocity than Missy or myself. Quinn was all over my girlfriend and her hands seemed to be going a mile a minute. Not that I was hearing any objections from Meche, she loved everything the dark lovely was doing to her and with her.

My goal was achieved in relatively short order. I was able to use my lips and fingers to make beautiful Missy achieve orgasm. I didn't know if it was her first orgasm ever or just the first at the hands of someone else, but given the loud shrieks, I'd say her best. She clung tightly to me as if letting me go was a terrifying prospect to her. Gradually, she released me and wore the largest smile of gratitude. She seemed almost unable to speak and what she said was not for Meche's ears or Quinn's. To this day, neither of them knows what it was she said to me on that magical evening.

She went over to hug Quinn and then, Meche. They had finished ahead of us which left Quinn prepared for me. Even I had to admit, the two of us looked really hot together. I loved the sylph-like body as she slithered against me. Quinn was indeed the kind of young woman who was confident in herself from an early age. She didn't hesitate as she touched my naked body and she kissed me with a lot of soft tongue and skill that momentarily surprised me. I decided to get over it. If these two sweethearts wanted to play in the big leagues with Meche and me, I'd make sure this game went into extra innings!

Quinn sat on my face and I ate her gorgeous, perfect box while she played with my tits. I watched as Meche took on Missy, my blonde girlfriend was much more aggressive with Missy than I was. It was unusual to see how fast Missy was adapting and she was really letting Meche fuck her with her slender fingers. I was doing my best not to ignore Quinn, but after a bit, that didn't really matter. I could feel weight shifting on the bed and saw beautiful Missy moving between my legs. She looked at me for approval and without speaking, I gave it. Behind Quinn was Meche, her hands fondling the girl's delicate breasts as they kissed. We were now all joined as one erotic puddle, the moans and sighs of all of us blending like an erotic chorus.

Missy was wonderful as she made love to me orally. She said that she and Quinn had only kissed but it was hard to believe as she pleased me with such wonderful skill. I saw Meche urging Quinn forward and I wallowed in the sweet taste of Quinn's spend. It wouldn't be much longer for any of us, I knew that and was proven right in a matter of minutes. Like a bunch of sexy dominoes, we had our climaxes. Quinn first, then me, Missy after and Meche, the last of us. Because she had had the least chance for fun this round, we sexy little bees swarmed around her and licked up her honey.

It was a night of sensual fun that went on for hours. The girls made it home safely and few questions were asked. I kept mum about Quinn and Missy when my daughters and I ran into them at the mall a few weeks later. The two girls almost gave it away from the giggles and smiles that were headed in my direction. I let them all go off shopping on their own and naughty little Quinn lifted her skirt and flashed me when they walked away. The little bitch hadn't even bothered wearing a thong. I called Meche and was over at her place in about 20 minutes. My mind was thinking of all the delicious possibilities the next time we four got together. I knew there would be a next time after encountering the two teens that afternoon. I was right about that.

It's still a lovely memory these years later. Quinn is still a friend of my girls and by now, they know that I've slept with her. Missy is at university in Toronto but when she's home, we manage a nice, sensual visit. She has a few girls in Toronto she's intimate with and last time I was down there, we all went to Hooters and hung out. The girls were captivated when they found out I was Missy's first and pelted me with questions. I answered those I could while keeping a few things to myself. I also was keeping a careful eye on the waitresses. I did manage to get the phone number of one particularly gorgeous redhead I planned to call a few weekends later.

Meche has led an unusual journey. She got married a little while back and seems very happy. Her husband's a nice guy and he knows all about us. For the longest time, Meche played the faithful wife role, but she isn't suited to a monogamous relationship. We got together a few months after her marriage and the spark was still there. A few more encounters cemented that belief in the both of us, so we agreed to remain friends and more, when necessary.

Speaking of which, remembering all of this has brought back some warm feelings. I think Meche is long overdue for a phone call and a naughty visit from me.