Samantha Kinsey is alone in her 'Mystery Woman' book store when DA Cassie Hillman drops by unexpectedly. Samantha's a bit down after being dumped by her latest beau. Upon hearing the bad news, Cassie rushes right over thinking she has the perfect cure for cheering up her dearest, closest female friend. It's affectionately called Girl On Girl Sex. In the past, the straight Sam would never ever consent to having sex with the bisexual blonde, or any other woman for that matter. Cassie, however, thinks the current situation might just cause a change of heart for the shapely brunette.
"You know Sam, maybe it's time for a change of pace. Who knows? Perhaps something different in your life might just do you some good," Cassies whispers softly while sliding her well-built body considerably closer to Sam's also nice body, her wet lips already touching her friend's face cheek. The friend, on the other hand, isn't quite ready to play the girlie game. Sam is very straight and wants to stay that way.
"No Cassie! I like you as a friend, and I'm just not ready for us to be lovers with you. I know you like that way of life, but I'm just not ready to go both ways like you."
With that settled, it's later that night and Samantha is sitting around the closed store having a glass of wine or two with Philby, her older partner in business. So, after consuming her third glass of Merlot, Sam opens up to Philby and tells the big black man what happened earlier in the day with mutual friend Cassie. "It was real weird, Philby! I love Cassie as a close friend, but I'm just not ready for the two of us to be lovers," she tells the older man, fully expecting him to agree, but he doesn't.
"Honestly, Sam! I think you should go for it. Hey! If you can't be intimate with your real close friends, maybe they're not as close to you think," he says and as she listens, Samantha pours them each another glass of wine, all the while staring incredulously at the big black man, still not believing he disagreed with her.
"You're not serious, Philby? You think Cassie and I should make love?" she asks and sips, her head beginning to whirl and whirl as she ponders what the man is saying. "Even though we're old friends and women, you think it's perfectly okay for the two of us to have heated lesbian sex together?"
Philby sips slowly on his own wine glass, his head also spinning, but in a much clearer rotation than his ultra-sexy partner in crime solving. As it were, the big horny man is seeing beyond the two women having sex. In his mind, the two very close lady friends aren't alone in their extremely heated sex. The fact is, he's not only with them in this erotic vision, The big man is actually fucking both women in an extremely hot interracial threesome. "Sure, I do! It's no different from you and I having sex."
Sam almost laughs at this, but she doesn't. She knows it would be an insult tp her old friend. "You and I? You're kidding, right?" she asks before finishing her wine, while at the same time watching as Philby moves over to where she's sitting on the couch.
"No, Sam! I'm not kidding! The two of us having sex together isn't outside the realm of reality. Face it! If it's something we both wanted, I'm sure it could happen quite easily. It's just a matter of admitting it first, and then letting go of your feelings, and that's something you could easily do that with Cassie Hillman if you wanted."
"I could?"
"Yes, Sam! You could! But first, I'd much rather you did it with me," he says and this has her thinking. They've never sat this close together on the couch. Nor has Philby ever had his arm around her shoulder while sitting so close with the petite woman. These first things are clearly leading up to the biggest first of all. But before this can happen, Ms. Kinsey has to admit to herself that Philby's role as her father figure is about to come to a crashing end, and she learns this the instant his lips touch hers and they linger on her mouth much longer than they should.
The kiss is a long time coming, one he's wanted for a very long time, yet one that never once entered Sam's mind. After all, why would it? The man is sixty-seven years old while she's a mere thirty-two. You do the math. In some townships, Philby could be her grandfather. On this day, no one's thinking age difference or someone's grandfather. Samantha's thinking about making love with a dear old friend. Philby is thinking about fucking a woman he has absolutely no business fucking. Yet, here he is, his tongue chewing on Samantha's meaty tongue while his hand is moving under her short skirt, and along the smoothness of Sam's super smooth inner thighs. While she tastes the man's tongue, she happily parts her nice tanned legs for a man she once saw as her father, but is now seeing someone who's a far cry from that paternal role. Of course she does. Sam isn't naive or that drunk. She's well aware of what's going on between her and the older black man. Philby's fingers rubbing her dampened panties only confirms what she already knows.
She likes what she's doing with this much older man. She likes his kisses and she likes what his rubbing fingers are doing to her turned on pussy. Where does it say she can't fuck for a man who's making her feel this good and one she likes kissing? So, with that thought, Sam stops the kissing she likes and reaches down between Philby's long legs to take hold of his big hard erection.
"I want this, Philby! Can you please give it to me?" she pleads to Philby, a man who would like nothing better than giving his cock to his very dear friend.
The only thing is, he wants to be sure the much younger woman and daughter-like girl, won't regret their sex come the next morning. Then, there's his own guilt. "I want to Sam! I really do! I'm just not sure!"
At this point in time, Sam is very sure about having sex with not only Philby, but with Cassie too. Having let go of her feelings with the older black man, she now knows how she feels for the shapely blonde who loves both men and women.