It was 9 pm on a Thursday. The bar was sparsely occupied. That wasn’t unusual for a weeknight. With a 90% heterosexual male patronage in attendance, the odds of ‘getting lucky’ with a female appeared to be pretty low. The sole lady drinking at the counter was quite attractive but had politely refused all offers of personal attention. Her unspoken vibe conveyed that she wasn’t interested in any of the ‘hungry sharks circling the water’. The message was clearly received. Respectfully, they gave her space.
The only other female present, sat alone in a dimly-lit booth in the back. None of the would-be Romeos present bothered with her either. Sitting that far away from the bartender was an even stronger indication she wanted to be left alone. It just wasn’t anyone’s night, by the looks of things. Then an unexpected thing happened. The lady from the booth rose up, walked over to the solitary woman at the bar and sat down beside her on the next stool. More than a couple of the hopeful guys snorted or rolled their eyes in mock disgust. They hadn’t counted on ‘that’.
At first the woman at the bar paid no attention to her newest audience. The guys grinned. “Better luck next time!”; one of them muttered snuggly under his breath; but to nearly everyone else’s surprise, the two ladies began talking. First it was awkward small talk but soon it rapidly progressed to comfortable conversation. In just a few minutes it would’ve appeared the two were long lost friends. The slack jawed losers observing the rapidly-evolving situation marveled at how smooth the booth lady was. She possessed something intangible which they didn’t. Begrudgingly, the more honest and forthright among them had to acknowledge that advantage without jealousy.
It wasn’t long before the two ladies left together to go ‘talk’. The strategic idea was suggested by the ‘sharkette’, to the apathetic woman drinking at the counter; but it could’ve just as easily occurred the opposite way. They were both bored by the stagnant surroundings and ready to leave. The bartender grinned at the hilarious irony of what had transpired, as they walked together out the door. It was going to be another ‘all dude sausage party’ for his remaining patrons.
Back at Sherry’s house, the two gals sat down on the sofa and continued their engaging conversation about all things, and nothing in particular. It was the sort of non-confrontational, light banter Janice had been looking for. All the horny guys chatting her up at ‘The Waterin’ Hole’ wanted to do was fuck her, and it was painfully obvious. Their insincerity was a huge turn off. Unlike them, Sherry wasn’t sexually threatening or aggressive. That made the simple act of getting to know a person easy. That’s what she was actually looking for; a real HUMAN connection. Janice craved the warm excitement and personal reward of bonding on a deeper level with another human being.
Her host was so easy to talk to, that it seemed like they could become lifelong friends and confidants. That really resonated with her on an emotional, visceral level. There was only one real problem, but it was a significant one. She was straight. Based on the circumstances of how they met, she worried Sherry might want desire than just a platonic friendship. It was going to be awkward to express or explain that concern. Especially since the two of them left the bar together to socialize, just a few moments after meeting. The optics looked bad.
The alcohol had gone a little bit to her head. Sherry was being such a great host and she didn’t want to spoil the vibe but she also didn’t want there to be any sour misunderstandings about her intentions. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t find the right moment. More specifically, the right words. As time went on, Janice felt the urgency for transparency to increase. Finally she just blurted out: “Sherry, I uh… I’m enjoying getting to know you as a person but I’m not into women, ‘that way’. Do you know what I mean? This is so awkward. I hope you aren’t too disappointed. Maybe I’ve imagined the whole thing.
”Immediately she felt both better for getting it out, but also worse. What if she totally misread the signs? What if Sherry had no interest in her sexually whatsoever? She’d made no direct overtures; and she was wearing a wedding band after all but it felt like there was something there. Suddenly Janice was deeply embarrassed. For all she knew, Sherry wasn’t even attracted to her, even if she was bi or a lesbian. It seemed boisterous and vain to think their little get together was anything more than what it seemed on the surface.
Sherry smiled politely and lightly touched her arm in reassurance. At first the gesture appeared to imply her worries were unfounded but then she offered some sobering transparency herself.
“I DO find you attractive Janice. Very much so. You are stunningly beautiful and a genuine joy to be around. I mean that sincerely. I hope we can form a lasting friendship. That’s first and foremost on my mind and I hope you believe me about that. I’m really enjoying getting to know you this evening and if you aren’t into other women, I totally understand. It’s ok. It doesn’t matter. I’m just happy to have made a new friend. I’m married but my husband Jake knows I’m bisexual. I want to be clear. I didn’t approach you tonight with underlying intentions. Well, other than saving you from the pacing wolves.
”They both laughed at the sadly accurate visual. She immediately felt better that things between them had been fully clarified. Her lingering suspicions were somewhat correct, but it seemed like they could possibly still work out a comfortable platonic friendship despite the different level of feelings.
She was flattered at the compliment and wondered if Sherry often picked up other ladies at ‘The waterin’ hole’, or if she was truly an exception. While curious, she didn’t dare ask. It was irrelevant since she wasn’t really interested in anything beyond friendship.
“Would you like a little more wine?”; Sherry asked. Janice’s immediate reaction was to wave her off but she changed her mind and decided she’d have a little bit more, after all. They were having fun chatting, and the novel idea that another attractive and charming woman was romantically interested in her, made her giddy all over. It wasn’t much of a challenge to attract a man for her; especially at a dive bar but this was honestly very flattering.
Catching the wanton eye of another female was an infinitely greater accomplishment. Her ego soared from the unusual ego boost, and it made the nerve endings on her skin tingle. She’d never even considered a same sex encounter, but the idea wasn’t repulsive to her. The simple truth was, it had never came up.
In mid-sentence Janice interrupted. “I’ve never even kissed another woman romantically, but I am a little bit curious.
”Sherry smiled again. Obviously some conflicted thoughts had awakened in her delightful company. She leaned over to initiate a connection. There was a brief hesitation between them to insure Janice was comfortable with the affectionate gesture. Then their lips met. Janice actually emitted a soft moan of subconscious delight. Sparks flew. Technically Sherry might have been the ‘aggressor’ in the act but it was clearly consensual from the genuine enthusiasm displayed. At the beginning only their lips touched in a feather soft smooch, but soon Janice felt Sherry’s adventurous tongue caress hers in erotic exploration.
Her whole body tingled from the highly powerful taboo stimulation. It was arousal in its purest form. Sherry patiently waited to see if Janice was comfortable with things progressing any further. They kissed and lightly touched each other for several more minutes. There was no rush. There was no implied pressure. They intimately searched each other’s eyes. Her mind was flooded with conflicting emotions over what it all meant.
The kisses themselves were buttery soft, incredibly passionate, even ‘delicious’. The newness and intensity made her insatiable for more, but that eagerness was also offset by a looming fear of the unknown. What did it mean for her, ‘sexuality’? She dreaded the potential or negative stigma which might come from being in a ‘different orientation’ checkbox. It was uncharted territory.
As if sensing the questions troubling her thoughts, Sherry endeavored to reassured her. “Sweetheart, it’s only skin. Mine and yours. We are touching and kissing each other with sincerity and genuine passion, right? How can that be ‘wrong’? Our flesh knows what it likes. Let me treat your senses. Allow me to show you an incredible warmth and pleasure you’ve never experienced before.
”They locked eyes deeply again in the soft glow of the living room. Janice’s sense of lingering nervousness made her hesitant but she needed to know more. Her body felt vibrant and alive. She wanted to explore a different side of her budding sexuality with this vivacious person caressing her cheek with her warm, gentle fingertips.
“Come with me, sweetheart. I’m going to show you some ‘things’.
”Janice accepted Sherry’s hand and they walked together toward the bedroom as eager new lovers on a quest. Suddenly Janice was startled to witness it was distinctly decorated like a couple’s bedroom, and not that of a single woman living alone. While she knew the uncomfortable truth, It was a stark reminder that Sherry was definitely married. She froze in her tracks and her mood instantly cooled. Her partner realized the reason for the sudden hesitation.
“Kitten? Look at me. Please relax. It’s just the two of us. You and I. Only you decides what happens in here. If you aren’t comfortable with anything, then we stop, ok? I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. There’s no pressure.”
Janice scanned her eyes around the room. They were alone. She felt safe to explore again. She turned toward Sherry and smiled nervously. Being called ‘Kitten’ made her heart melt. It was her very first pet name! Sherry kissed her again as they stood beside the bed. It was so passionate and powerful that it radiated through her bones like an X ray. Her knees shook until it felt like they might actually fold underneath her. She was completely drenched but the experience was so utterly different from anything she’d ever experienced before that she was a bundle of nerves. Being with a man sexually had become second nature when it occurred. She knew exactly what to do with them. This was completely different.
Sherry broke their lingering kiss long enough to unfasten the buttons on Janice’s blouse. She maintained full eye contact the whole time. Janice blushed and looked downward in uncomfortable embarrassment. Sherry unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Janice raised her eyes to view her cleavage. As a previously 100% heterosexual woman, she’d admired other women’s breasts before, but now she gazed upon them with lust and arousal.
Sherry moved in again, resuming their smoldering kiss. Their hungry tongues intertwined in undeniable passion. She put her hand possessively behind ‘Kitten’s’ exposed neck and pulled her closer. Then she reached around and unfastened her bra with expert grace. Instinctually, Janice returned the intimate gesture. They didn’t break their embrace again for several minutes as it grew exponentially in intensity. She felt Sherry’s warm body heat pressed against her. The feeling was both contagious and all consuming.
She trembled as powerful emotions coursing through her mind. Sherry eased her down to the bed gently. Only her legs hung over the edge. Sherry reached down and lightly touched the snap at the top of her jeans. She maintained visual contact the whole time as she delicately disrobed her. Janice nodded her unspoken agreement to continue. She was definitely a willing participant in her own seduction. Sherry opened the button, then slowly eased down the zipper, all the way to the bottom.
Sherry bent down to her knees and removed her high heels. She set them aside and then raised up until she was leaning over Kitten seductively. Janice raised her bottom off the bed to allow for her pants to be pulled all the way down, and then fully off. Sherry was careful to leave Janice’s panties on. Next she removed her own shoes and form fitting skirt. Both ladies were topless, and sans all clothing except for their panties. They embraced again, with Sherry lying on top.
“Are you ready to go a little further?”; She whispered teasingly. Highly uncharacteristic for her to take the lead, Janice surprised herself by placing her hands on either side of Sherry’s waistline and used her thumbs to inch down her panties in unspoken response. It was a surprising, provocative ‘answer’ to come from the one who was being ‘nudged’. She was incredibly aroused and hungry to be ‘taught’. Sherry grinned. Her ‘little lamb’ had found some courage to be a partner after all. She raised up slightly and pulled off Janice’s soaked thong. Then she finished removing her own.
Now both completely naked, Sherry raised her upper body slightly off of her inexperienced lover, in an elevated stance. She put her hands on either side of Janice, enough to look deeply into her bashful doe eyes one last time. “Do you want ‘this’? I want to make sure you are…”Janice cut her off. “Yes, yes, yessss! Teach me! Please. I’m a puddle of bubbling goo here! I admit I’m nervous because all of this is completely new for me but I’m so turned on I can’t stand it. I’m more that ready. Just show me what to do.”
“Ok. This might feel a little forward but I want you to get used to the idea of seeing my pussy up close and taking in the aroma. You’ve probably never spent any time looking at how beautiful female genitalia are. My soft little rose pedals and erect little bud are swollen from your sweet kisses. I want to bury my face in your passion fruit but I’m forcing myself to take things slowly. I want to build up your arousal until you are simply ready to burst. I’m sure you know what you like when someone goes down on you but you’ve probably never itemized those things. You’ve never had a reason to since you’ve never reciprocated with another woman but today that all changes. I expect pleasure from your lips, tongue, and fingers too. I want you to do exactly what I do, ok?”
Without further hesitation, Sherry rotated her body and straddled her innocent Kitten’s pretty little face. Janice’s once-meticulously-applied makeup was now smeared and messed up from the passionate foreplay. Their individual lipstick colors had merged from the heat of dozens of kisses and the fiery make-out session. Sherry placed her face just a few inches from Janice’s pussy and inhaled her aroused scent. It was puffy and swollen in unquenched lust. Her throbbing clit protruded the hood in attention and was begging to be nibbled and tasted. It would all happen when the time was right.
Sherry could feel her new partner’s eyes examining her intimate treasure. She leaned down until she was only an inch from Janice’s pouty lips. She lowered her hips down until she was roughly the same distance from her face. “Now, I want you to do exactly what I do. Each time I lick, you lick me. When I nibble, you nibble me in the same place. If I circle your sweet little bud clockwise, you do mine too, ok? If my finger teases or explores your aching pussy, you do the same. Be gentle. Caress my folds. Make love to me with your mouth and tongue just as you’d want to be. Think what you like and do that. I’m going to teach you to give and receive the most intense, explosive orgasms you could ever imagine! I want to see your pretty face glazed with my sweet juices. That will make our kisses afterward even more amazing!”
With only the softness another woman could provide, Sherry slowly licked a light circle around Janice’s twitching clit. She actually gasped from the pleasure but failed to follow suit. Sherry reminded her they were doing a mirroring imitation exercise. In the most titillating moment thus far of the evening, Janice took her first ever taste of another woman. Her ‘teacher’ was clearly a master of finesse and impressive cunnilingus techniques. She quickly taught her eager protégé how to build up and enhance climaxes through the erotic art of give and take.
They took turns shamelessly grinding their aroused mons and labia into the other’s face until they were both heaving in raw, breathless lust. Fingers explored. Tongues probed and lapped up each other’s orgasmic juices. Lips nibbled nether lips until they were completely lost in each other’s bliss. They 69’ed sideways for a while, and then took turns going down on each other, one-at-a-time.
It was then when Sherry felt the highly rewarding sensation of Janice’s palm firmly gripping behind her neck. The greedy insistence to demand Sherry finish giving her another explosive climax verified how much she enjoyed being with her. Her once innocent little lamb was definitely ‘hooked’ on pussy and woman-on-woman sex. Giving and receiving.
“Kitten has a little bit of cream on her dirty face!”; She teased when it was over.“Come and get some!”; Janice pouted.