It was a new pair of shoes that got me into all this, well not just any pair of shoes; but a stunning black pair of Italian high heels which cost three times as much as any shoes I'd previously purchased. Oh how I tried to resist, how over two weeks I tried to avoid that shop, but it drew me back like a magnet. I even tried them on convincing myself that they wouldn't fit and that I was wasting my time. But they fitted like old gloves and made my slim ankles and calves look like a movie star's. After retrieving my now heavily burdened credit card from the shop assistant, I headed across the road for an ice cream to camouflage my guilt. After all, it was nearly Christmas and every girl deserves a treat, or two. While walking back towards my office with my shoe bag in one hand and a half eaten ice cream in the other, I heard my name called from a small café.
It had been a while since I'd caught up Christina, and I was pleased to see her smiling face beckoning me from a small sidewalk table. We used to work and socialise together a few years back but had drifted apart when she found a new job in finance and then a man who was most pleasing between the sheets. Christina was sitting with a woman whom I didn't know, but I was invited to join them. I was introduced to Annie who politely listened as Christina and I caught up with all the gossip. We eventually settled down and encouraged Annie into our conversation.
My first impressions of Annie were, older but very attractive, beautifully attired in a grey business suit, and both confident and sophisticated. She was tall and lean with fair hair cut stylishly in a bob. During the conversation I learnt that she managed investments for a major bank. Bitch, brains and good looks I thought to myself, but she kind of grew on me when she admired my new shoes which I just had to show off. After ten minutes, I left then to return to work, but only after arranging to meet Christina for a drink later in the week.
I met Christina at one of our old watering holes as arranged and after a few drinks left to find something to eat. We had lots of laughs and eventually Annie came up in conversation.
"Wanna watch out for her." Christina muttered between mouthfuls of a delicious prawn fried rice.
"Why's that?" I offered between mouthfuls of my own.
"Cause she's a carpet muncher, and I reckon she had the hots for you the other day. Kept on asking about you."
"What are you talking about, what the fucks a carpet muncher?"
"Jesus, are you thick or something?" she replied with great sarcasm. "She bats for the other side, a dyke, a bloody lesbian for Christ's sake."
"Oh really?" I replied casually while trying to hide my surprise. "I didn't know you moved in those circles."
"I don't, but I have to work with her. Anyway, I reckon she fancies you, give her half a chance and she'll have her tongue in your knickers before you can blink."
I nearly choked, "Don't be so disgusting while I'm eating. You want me to be sick?"
Christina grinned mischievously over the table at me, "Told her you swing both ways."
"Bitch." I replied. "Suppose she's already had her tongue in your knickers. Always reckoned you were a little strange that way."
She looked around the busy restaurant to see who might be within earshot of our conversation "Nope, me I'm an all cock girl, love licking and sucking them." she commented trying to shock me. "Aint nothing better than a pussy full of warm cum at the end of it. Did I tell you that my man wants to fuck me in the butt. Might let him too."
I cringed, "I'm not surprised he wants to stick it up there, your pussy must be slack as an old potato bag by now with all the cocks you've had up there. Be a change for him to have something nice and tight to screw. " I replied trying to match her sarcasm. "Even your mouth would be too big with all the exercise it gets."
Christina giggled as she threatened me with her fork, "You just wait, I'll get you for that."
The rest of the evening carried on in the same vein, lots of laughs mingled with more than a few too many drinks. It was a great night, but oh how I suffered the next day. I received a text from Christina a few days later suggesting intimating that she'd told Annie that I quite fancied her. I didn't give her the satisfaction by replying.
So, the question is whether I was completely repulsed by the thought of being with another woman. Outwardly, I would take the line that I would be. But I should share a little situation with you that I got into a few years back when in my early twenties. I ended up in bed with a couple of friends Simon and Jackie when on a ski trip, the weather turned bad on the mountain and we were stranded with limited overnight accommodation. It just seemed natural that I would bunk in with the two of them who at the time were in a steady relationship. At first it was quite embarrassing when they started to get amorous between the sheets, but a little too much alcohol lowered all of our inhibitions. Soon the sheets were thrown back and for the first time in my life I watched two people make love. It was an amazing experience and I unashamedly fingered my sopping pussy as I watched them make passionate love. It was a pleasant surprise when Jackie offered Simon's services. It was something I'll never forget when Jackie guided her man's rigid cock between my widespread thighs and into my waiting pussy. And through our love making I was vaguely aware of Jackie's hands and lips moving over my body. Later I watched in fascination as Simon rode Jackie to his orgasm as I held her hand and caressed both their bodies with my free hand.
Looking back, I think there was a little interest and temptation on both Jackie's and my part to explore each other's bodies. In some ways, I was a little disappointed that it didn't happen, and another opportunity had never presented itself. Sometimes I fantasised about it, but then felt a little guilty about it. So, was I completely repulsed about Annie being a carpet munching lesbian? Not really, but I wasn't going initiate anything. Anyway, I had a boyfriend, although not a very good one. What I didn't count on amongst all this was Annie's predatory instincts.
I was quite pleased to receive Christina's invitation to an impromptu New Years Eve party as I was at loose end. I should explain that my present boyfriend is one of those hunter gatherer men who think that women should be at their beckon call. Well, not this woman. He's kind of good looking with a nice body and not bad between the sheets, but the novelty was wearing a bit thin. I wasn't exactly disappointed when he decided to spend Christmas with his family who lived out of town. From my point of view, it was a good a time as any for us to part company, although he didn't know it.
I dressed well for Christina's party, my attire designed around my new shoes. A tight low cut top above a way too short mini skirt displayed my ample cleavage and shapely legs. I confess I was open to getting laid if there was a spare man at the party, but little did I know what was waiting for me.
I arrived at Christina's place stylishly late and armed with a few gin and tonics which was my favourite tipple. The place was packed with people and the party in full swing, the music was good and loud. The only people missing were noise control, and they would no doubt arrive eventually. There were a few familiar faces and I was soon at home socialising and dancing. So packed was the lounge that no one was dancing with anyone in particular, it was just a mass of swaying bodies. Eventually, the heat drove me outside to the balcony where I could sip my chilled gin and tonic in safety.
"Nice shoes." purred a voice behind me.
I turned and found Annie walking up the stairs from the lawn towards me. I almost didn't recognise her, gone was the business suit to be replaced with a black top and tight blue jeans showing off her lean physique. My heart gave a little lurch at her appearance, for I knew full well what her intentions might be.
