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a bit scared that she’d want to do me right in the restroom. “God, you’re
so beautiful.” she whispered. My knees were weak and I finally told her that
we needed to get back, half afraid that she’d ignore me, half afraid she
wouldn’t. She took a deep breath, and said “You’re right.” We straightened
ourselves up and headed for the door. Debbie stopped and said “If we can get
rid of David, would you like to come over to our place tonight?” I stopped,
stunned at her boldness, and heard myself answer “Yes, and maybe your fantasy
will come true.” Did I really say that? What had come over me? Maybe it
was the wine; or was it? Debbie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and
we rejoined the guys at the table.
Before I go on, let me explain that while I’d been to bed with my boy-
friend and my best girlfriend, I’d never made love to another woman. My best
friend and I shared my boyfriend, not each other. I wondered afterwards about
it, because everytime our bodies had touched or brushed each other, I felt so
incredibly sexy. I’ve seen porno movies and girls doing girls, and it doesn’t
turn me off, but it does excite men with the “nastiness” of it. But then, I
was raised by very religious parents too, and at 25, I’d finally gotten over
feeling guilty about enjoying sex. I’d also found that I enjoyed teasing my
boyfriend by dressing and exposing my tits or pussy, like a tank top pulled
down so my tits were exposed. But I’d never been with another woman and I
wondered about Debbie’s bold squeeze of my breast. Sitting at the table,
every time I saw her cleaveage I could feel my pussy throb.
Anyway, we left the restaurant, and Debbie asked David if it was alright
if I went with them, as Debbie wanted to show me her art work (Debbie was an
artist for a big company, but she loved to paint at home too). David said he
didn’t mind, and I thanked him for introducing me to Debbie and John, and
John said that he and Debbie would take me home. David left and I got into
the car with John and Debbie, sitting in the middle at Debbie’s insistance.
While we drove through the darkness to their house, Debbie’s dress had slid
up on her legs, and her left thigh was very exposed by the slit of her dress.
John was looking left as he turned and Debbie took my right hand and placed
it on her thigh. I could feel her warm skin through her pantyhose and I felt
a sort of electric shock. I looked at her, and she was watching my face too.
John was distracted, talking about how well Debbie painted and trying to
merge onto the freeway at the same time. The wine had loosened my inhibitions
and I slid my hand under Debbie’s dress and touched her pussy. I felt her
hips rise against my hand, and I found that she was so wet she’d almost soaked
her pantyhose! I looked at John just in time. He looked at me and asked me
if I liked hot tubs. “Sure.” I said. He didn’t see my hand under Debbie’s
dress in the darkness and he paid more attention to his driving. I removed
my hand, and looked at Debbie. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing very
deeply. Her slick moistness was on my fingers and I told her I’d love to look
at her paintings before we hit the hot tubs. While she answered I raised my
fingers to my mouth and licked her honey from my fingers. Her eyes were
riveted on my lips and I smiled. John of course wasn’t watching so he didn’t
know what we were doing.
They had a lovely two story house in a new area just outside of town.
John said he’d pour some more wine and went to the kitchen and Debbie led me
by the hand upstairs to her “studio”. Once there, with John making noises
downstairs, Debbie pulled me to her and kissed me passionately on the mouth.
…End of the part2. To be continued..