Claire felt lost. She had found herself wondering around shops and streets aimlessly of late. She couldn't stop thinking about the events of a fortnight ago, and what they meant.
She was single, so she didn't have to worry about hurting anyone, so that wasn't an issue. She really needed to get things off her chest, but she knew her friends wouldn't understand.
She had started writing texts to Erica and Stacy about a million times but couldn't finish them off. And besides, she didn't want to bother those two super confident ladies with her troubles.
One morning however, when she was feeling particularly confused with herself, she bit the bullet and messaged Stacy.
"Hey there, I hope you are well. Thanks so much for the awesome night. I was wondering if we could catch up for a coffee or something."
Stacy answered almost immediately.
"Hi, that's my absolute pleasure. I enjoyed the night with you immensely. I'd love to grab a coffee. Are you free this morning, say eleven? I'll be in the city to meet Leigh. Do you know the little red café near the library?"
"Great, Thanks. I'll see you there."
*
Stacy moved quickly and confidently through the people on the busy footpath. She had all the reasons in the world to be confident. Breathtakingly beautiful, she worked at a fantastic job and had a hunky husband whom she loved immensely and who loved her just as much.
Entering the small café, she looked around and caught sight of Claire sitting in the corner. 'Hmmm' she thought to herself, she didn't look so happy.
Moving across the café, past the tables, she touched Claire on the shoulder. The young blonde almost jumped out of her skin; she was so deep in thought. "Oh, sorry if I scared you," Stacy apologised. "Uh, hi," said Claire, also apologetically. "I didn't notice you. I've had a lot on my mind." Stacy smiled as she sat down and clasped the young girls' hands in hers. "I can tell."
When you live the life that she did, both work and personal, you become an excellent judge of people's emotional state. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I don't know where to start," said Claire, with a flat note to her voice and a slightly sad look in her pretty eyes. "The other night was one of the best nights of my life. I've never felt pleasure like that.....So why do I feel so weird?"
Stacy knew exactly what she was feeling. In the not-so-distant past, when she had first started experimenting sexually with different things, she had fallen into the same rut. It had taken her first ever meeting with Leigh at the sex club for her to regain her focus. Of course, the rest was history.
"This sort of thing is a massive upheaval of your life, no question," started Stacy, "I went through exactly the same thing. I'm going to help you find the answers to your questions. Let's get our coffees to takeaway and we'll go and meet Leigh. He has a knack for this kind of thing."
Claire looked relieved. "Thank you." She looked at the confident, stunning woman and wondered how she could have possibly ever felt like this.
They got their coffees and one for Leigh and left the café, walking down the hill towards the CBD. Located in a tall building, his office was large and very private. Perfect for important conversations.
As they entered the foyer, Stacy offered a friendly smile to the security guard. "Hi, Mark. How are you?" "Fine, thanks, Stace. Head on up, I'll let them know you are on the way." Stacy had an extremely genuine air about her that put everyone she associated with at ease. Stacy thanked him warmly as she left the security desk. "Say hi to Emma for me," she said as they walked to the lifts and took the express up twenty floors to Leighs level.
He met them at his door, kissing his wife in greeting. Turning to his secretary, who was a tall African man, he said, "Francis, please hold my calls, this might take a while."
They stepped inside the office and closed the door. "Honey, this is Claire. Claire, this is Leigh."
"Ah ha....so this is the famous Claire" he said in a smooth welcoming tone. "I've heard all about you." Claire blushed as he took her hand and raised it up to his mouth, kissing it gently, while meeting her gaze with his piercing grey eyes. He was a devastatingly attractive man, and it took Claire a moment to collect herself. "Oh, I hope it's been good," she said. "More than good" he repatriated.
"I've brought Claire to see you because she's been feeling a bit unsure after our night together," explained Stacy. "Hmmm, Ok." Leigh looked at the girl, offering her a compassionate expression. "Let's have a little sit down and get to know each other." The three of them took their coffees and sat on the expensive leather couch that sat off to the side of Leighs large desk, both of which, the spouses had fucked on many times.
Even though Claire had just met him mere minutes ago, she felt completely at ease around him, having no qualms in telling him her innermost feelings and thoughts. He had the same confident air that Stacy exuded, it helped people feel comfortable. Indeed, his company paid him a large amount of money to do exactly that. Keep important clients relaxed and happy and instil confidence in new ones.
Claire confided in him how she had never been with a woman before the night when Stacy and Erica had fucked her, and how she wasn't sure what it meant, to feel so consumed by it, and whether it meant she was gay or bi or whatever.
Stacy sat back quietly, watching, and listening as Leigh displayed his many communicative talents. Helping people relax, open up and then aiding them through their problems was definitely in his wheelhouse. Claire was becoming very comfortable with him, giggling, smiling and generally looking a lot better than she did when they had met up an hour ago.
Leigh concluded, "It's entirely up to you to do whatever you want. You don't have to label yourself or fit a mould. If you want to sleep with women, do it. If you want to have both, do it. Do whatever makes you happy, and to hell with anyone who says otherwise."
They finished their deep conversation, and they looked around at Stacy, sitting demurely. Every time she witnessed her husband in this vein, she fell in love with him all over again.
She slid her hand over and squeezed Claires, "Feel better, Treasure?" she asked. Claire turned and looked into her eyes. The amazing spark was back. "Lots, thank you so much for bringing me here. Thanks so much both of you." She stood up, making to leave the married couple alone.
Stacy caught her hand. "You know, he's good at deep and meaningful conversation, but he's also very good at other...., ah hem, things.' She smiled her sexy smile. Claire paused, her head spinning at a million miles an hour.
Was Stacy really extending an invite to fuck her husband; right here in the office, right in front of her?? As if Stacy could read her mind, she stood up and moved in close to Claire, tilting her head to kiss the pretty lips. "Go ahead, he's all yours" she said to the young blonde.
Leigh was standing now, leaning casually against his desk. He had the chiselled physique of an athlete and the rugged jawline of a bushman, all wrapped up into a package that would put a male model to shame.
Claire looked at him. Her outlook changed from a casual encounter with a friend's helpful husband, to scoping for a hot physical session. Her skin prickled with goose bumps as she stood there. Dressed in a light floral sundress with no bra and a slender G string, she felt her nipples hardening against the smooth material.
She looked at Stacy again, "You're sure I can do this?" she asked. "Be my guest, I can't wait to see you take him," she told Claire as the blonde assessed him thoughtfully.
In that minute, any thoughts or doubts she had about her sexuality and being gay were washed away. Replaced by a deep burning desire to be pleasured by this absolute hunk of a man. To take him inside all her holes and to feel him pumping inside her, until they both climaxed.
She moved in front of Leigh. He stood up as she approached, seeing the steaming look of need on her face. She stepped in close, closing her eyes and kissing him deeply on the lips. Their tongues snaking together in a passionate French kiss. She pulled back, "Would you eat my pussy for me?" she breathed, in her low husky tone. "I would absolutely love to," was his obvious response.
He reached out and brushed a pretty blonde ringlet back behind her ear, and then slid his hands gently and slowly down over her shoulders, past her ribcage to her hips. He gathered a pinch of material on each side of her sun dress and lifted the garment up as she raised her arms over her head, allowing him to strip her.