Making Her Boyfriend Jealous [ff]

The bar was filled, and Ann was just about to leave. She’d gotten tired of sitting there, and besides, everybody was getting loud. She’d never really been one to get drunk, and she didn’t see the appeal. Just as she was going to wave to the bartender and ask for the bill, someone tapped on her shoulder.

“Hey, this may sound weird, but will you kiss me?”

“I’m just leaving,” Ann replied.

“No worries, I don’t want anything to last. I just need to make my boyfriend jealous.” Ann turned on her barstool and saw a cute woman standing behind her. She was a brunette in her mid\\\-20s, Ann thought.

“I’m straight,” Ann replied.

“Damn it,” the woman replied. “Here, at least let me buy you a drink?” She took a seat next to Ann. “I’m Mary, by the way.”

“Ann,” Ann said, shaking her hand.

“Yo!” Mary called out. “A beer for the lady.”

“I don’t want to get drunk.”

“Don’t worry,” Mary said. “I don’t, either. I like to remember my good times.”

“We’re not gonna have any good times,” Ann said.

“That’s what you think,” Mary replied. “You see, I have this theory about straight people. I think they’re either not actually that straight, or they’re at least curious enough to try some gay shit at some point.”

Ann laughed. “Well, I’m here to prove you wrong.” Ann had never before thought about women in a sexual way. Now that Mary mentioned it, though, Ann did think Mary had cute boobs.

“You’re not helping your case,” Mary said. The bartender set a beer down on the bar.

“Why do you want to kiss me?” Ann asked.

“I told you. I want to make my boyfriend jealous. He’s the guy over there at that table.” Mary pointed.

“Hmm. Looks like a real dick,” Ann said.

“He was. I didn’t know he was going to be here, but he is now, so I may as well get something out of it, right?”

“Right,” Ann agreed. “Wait, not if that something is kissing me.”

“Come on,” Mary said. “One kiss won’t matter. It doesn’t even feel that different to kiss a girl. The \\\*sex\\\* is what feels different.”

Ann took a drink of her beer and looked at Mary. “One kiss and you’ll leave me alone?”

Mary nodded. “Though I get the feeling \\\*you\\\* won’t leave \\\*me\\\* alone after one kiss,” she said.

“Fine,” Ann said, setting her beer down on the bar. “C’mere.”

Ann and Mary leaned together, and, all of a sudden, Ann was acutely aware of everything that was going on. She felt Mary’s slight exhale, she smelled the scent of her perfume, and, most of all, she felt herself grow excited. Their lips met and Ann kissed her just as she had any of her boyfriends, but Mary was a better kisser than anyone before. Ann brought a hand to her head and ran her hand through her hair. Mary pulled back but Ann pulled her closer and kissed her again, slipping her tongue into Mary’s mouth. She felt herself moan but didn’t think much about it. The kiss ended and Ann pulled herself back onto the center of her barstool.

“That was…wow,” Ann said.

Mary winked. “Told ya.” She glanced over at her boyfriend, who was scowling. “Mission accomplished,” Mary said, and stood up.

“Wait,” Ann said. “Stay for awhile?”

“Knew you wouldn’t leave me alone,” Mary said. “You ain’t the first ‘straight’ girl I kissed. They always want more.”

“Here, let me get you a drink.

“I just got you one,” Mary said. “‘Sides, I never was one for slow goin’. C’mon, I’ll take you back to my apartment.”

Mary grabbed Ann’s hand, threw two twenties down on the bar, and left, pulling Ann behind her. She waved at her boyfriend, whose scowl had deepened. He was just looking over at them, completely unfocused on his friends.

—

“This it,” Mary said when they walked into the apartment.

“It’s beautiful,” Ann said. The place was decorated as though it had come out of a magazine.

“\\\*You’re\\\* beautiful,” Mary said, and then she stepped towards Ann and embraced her kissing her, wrapping a leg around her. They slowly hobbled their way towards the bedroom, and by the time they were there, their hair was disheveled and Mary had managed to wrap both legs around Ann, who was carrying her. They fell down the bed, both of them emitting a small “oof,” and then immediately got back to kissing.

Ann had never felt this type of sensuality in herself before, not even when she’d thought she was in love with her boyfriend. She’d had unprotected sex numerous times, but \\\*this\\\* was even better, and their clothes weren’t even off yet.

Mary reached behind Ann and lifted her shirt off, then unhooked her bra. When Mary’s fingers touched her skin, Ann gasped. They were cold and soft and wonderful, and she felt herself growing even more wet as Mary ran her fingers around her nipples in circles.

Off came Mary’s shirt, and then her bra. Both women wore only pants. Mary pulled Ann’s pants down and then shoved her hand down her panties, feeling her wet pussy. Ann gasped and began to moan as Mary massaged her.

“Oh, Mary,” Ann said. She felt herself coming to a climax quicker than she ever had before, but Mary stopped. Ann looked quizzically at Mary, who said,

“Now you gotta get me goin’.” Ann reached down and unbuttoned Mary’s pants quick, her fingers shaking. She was more nervous than she had ever been in her life. She began to slowly massage Mary’s pussy in the way she had done, and Mary nodded her approval. “Faster,” Mary said. “Harder.” Ann followed her instructions, and soon, Mary was gasping. Ann stopped right as it seemed Mary might get off and turned around, placing her pussy in Mary’s face.

“Eat me out,” she said. Mary began to lick Ann’s pussy, and Ann did the same. Soon, they were both gasping and licking and then they climaxed, Ann first, then Mary. They lay there, a heap of limbs, until Mary untangled herself and looked over at Ann.

“Straight, huh?” Mary said, grinning.

Ann grinned back. “Let’s go again.”

“I like the way you think.”

**The End**

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