Friday afternoon...
"Want to grab a drink before you head home to hubby?" Vic asked as she and her co-worker, Meg, walked out into the late afternoon heat.
"No hubby this weekend," Meg replied, "he's on a 'guys-only' fishing weekend up in the mountains and, yes, I'd love a drink."
"Good. I feel like a drink...shit, I feel like getting drunk," Vic declared.
"Well, yeah, you can do that and still walk home," Meg remarked, "I can't get drunk, I've got to drive."
Vic lived downtown, in a loft, a few blocks from the law firm at which she and Meg were but two of a seemingly endless chain of lawyers in a huge firm.
But, the pay was good, the overtime rare, so they suffered the ignominy of being two of many for a very nice six-figure income.
"Hubby's gone, no kids at home...spend the night at my place, get drunk and drive home tomorrow when you've sobered up," Vic offered in argument for spending the night.
"You know I'm straight, right?" Meg probed.
"Yep. Straight. Married. Yep. Know all that," Vic replied with a smile.
Vic was not straight. Vic was a pussy-loving, pussy-eating lez. Been that ever since her best friend's older sister taught her about eating pussy when she was a freshman.
Vic hasn't look back since.
Of course, Meg knew that Vic was gay. The whole office knew. Wasn't no big thing anymore.
"Don't mean you can't try," Meg teased as they turned to walk to Vic's loft, decisions obviously having been made.
"Don't mean I won't," Vic replied in a teasing tone but, in her head? Vic wouldn't mind seeing what Ms. Meg had 'under the hood...
"Here, throw these on," Vic said as she tossed a pair of shorts and a couple of tees for Meg to change into, "I'm going for comfort, so should you."
"Works for me," Meg replied, catching the tossed garb, "be out in a minute," closing the door of the spare bedroom so that she could change.
Good thing Vic and I are of similar build, Meg thought as she slid the borrowed shorts over her butt, then snapping them shut, the fit very comfortable thought Meg in the moment. Leaving her bra on, she then slipped a tee over her head, thought twice, then reached around her back, unsnapping, then removing, her bra.
Aaah, that felt better she immediately thought. Checking herself out in the dresser mirror, she was pleased. Her 'girls' were only a C-cup but they sat high, hardly any sag. All in all, not bad for an office-bound thirty-two year-old, not bad at all.
"Looking good, Meg," Vic offered in comment as she gave Meg a slow up and down appraisal, liking what she saw, indeed she did, a lot.
Meg smiled her acceptance of Vic's compliment, saying, "Not so bad yourself, Vic," and feeling a bit of a stomach-twinge when saying it.
What the hell was that? Meg quickly wondered, feeling it again when Vic smiled at her, asking, "What would the lady like to drink?"
"Whatever you're having, I'll have that too, I'm easy."
"Oh really," Vic commented drily, her right eyebrow lifted in question, "If only it were so," laughing as she handed Meg a tall Whiskey and soda.
Meg laughed, then facing Vic, added in a more serious tone, "You know, don't know why I never went down that road...probably could have now that I look back on my high school and college years."
"Oh? How's that?" Vic asked, joining Meg at the counter on an adjoining stool.
"Well, you know how after you've gotten some age and experience behind you? You look back at events in your life and see it from a different perspective, that sort of thing?" Meg explained.
"Yeeaah?" Vic probed, eyebrow arched.
"Oh, looking back, I think there were a couple of girls I hung with that might have been sending me those signals but I was too obtuse to catch on to them," Meg laughed in reply, "What about you? When did you know? You know, really 'know."
Smiling, Vic answered.
"Freshman in high school. Spent the weekend at my bff's house. We were being 'watched' by her older sister, a senior, while our parents were off playing golf at some sort of tournament," Vic said, sort of wistfully, Meg thought at the time.
"We got drunk on her parents' booze,our 'watcher' making the drinks for us all. By ten o'clock, my friend was passed out upstairs in her bed and her sister and I were still drinking."
"Annnd?" Meg urged.
"One thing led to another and we wound up sitting close to each other on the couch, you know? And we just sort of starting kissing, quick little pecks to the cheek or ear."
"Annnd?" Meg urged, feeling a little bit of warmth between her legs as her mind played snippets of visualizations of what she was hearing.
"Next thing I knew, her hand was between my legs, her fingers under my panties playing with my clit and her tongue almost into my throat. I was sucking on her tongue like it was a dill pickle...I realized that while I didn't know for sure what I was doing, I did know for sure that I was really liking the feelings it was giving me."
Vic paused, took a big swig of her drink, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue afterwards.
Meg saw this and felt an odd sensation in her pussy, the same sensation she felt when she was about to give her husband a blow-job.
Didn't have to be her husband though.
About once a month or so, she and her husband would go out trolling for good-looking guys for Meg to give blow-jobs to.
The first time it was because Meg had lost some stupid Super Bowl bet to her husband. The loser had to do whatever the winner said, no matter what it was. And what he wanted was to watch her suck some strange dude's dick.
Surprisingly, they found that her husband liked watching her suck cock and Meg found out that she liked being watched as she sucked some stranger's dick and swallowed their cum.
Continuing, Vic said, "So, when she took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her room, I went willingly."
"She had me naked and her head between my legs almost as soon as she closed her bedroom door...man, I can almost get off just by remembering that first orgasm with her," Vic's voice, now soft, tender.
"But, you know something Meg? As much as I enjoyed her eating me, it was nothing compared to how much I loved it when she led my head between her legs and talked me through my first time eating pussy."
Meg was definitely wet between her legs now she realized, sort of squirming when she did.
Vic caught the squirm out of the corner of her eye as she drained her drink, realizing that little ol' Meg was getting all hot and bothered with Vic's tale.
Well, well, well, thought Vic.
"We ought to figure out something to eat," Vic said suddenly, breaking the awkward silence but taking control of the situation in truth.
"Um, yeah, we ought to do that," Meg agreed, taken out of, well, out of what, Meg wasn't sure. But, she was definitely wet down there.
"Want to go out or order in?" Vic asked.
"Let's order in, I'm too comfortable to re-dress in my work outfit," Meg opined, Vic nodding in agreement.
"Fix us another drink and I'll order...pizza okay?" Vic queried her guest.
"That'd be great...want your drink stronger or weaker?" Meg asked as she was about to pour.
"Stronger. Remember? We're going to get shit-faced, blind-ass drunk tonight."
"No regrets in the morning, right?" Meg averred with a strong nod of her head.
"Oh, I hope not," Vic said, her tone, somewhat mysterious...
Vic answered the door when the pizza arrived, dumb-struck at the vision before her, the girl holding the pizza.
She was late-teens, black-haired cut super-short, and a really cute face with dark blue eyes. She was short in stature, maybe five-two, Vic quickly guessed. Her breasts were on the smallish side, her nipples erect in the cool hallway of Vic's building. Her arms, bare in her tee shirt, were all roped with detailed arm-art, flowery, trailing vines, the colors bright and eye-catching.
Vic was still ogling when the silence was broken by the delivery-girl clearing her throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry...I was just so caught up in your art-work...I'm so, so sorry, how rude of me," Vic said, trying to recover her social gaffe.
"You should see my back, the arm-art connects to a huge oak tree on my back," the smiling girl said.
"I'd love to, drop by sometime when you're not working, I'd really love to see all of your art," Vic replied with a smile that was really more of a leer. You'd have to be both deaf and blind to have missed the innuendo.
The delivery-girl was silent for a moment, sort of sizing up Vic and paying attention to whatever vibes she was receiving from the tall, attractive woman holding a pizza in one hand and a wad of cash in the other.
Quickly settling up the bill, Vic was very generous with her ten-dollar tip to the girl. Turning to leave, the girl stopped and turned back to face Vic.
"What you said, about wanting to see my body art, were you serious?"
"Very."
"I'm Maddie," the girl said in way of introduction of herself, "I'm off tomorrow night."
Smiling, Vic replied, "You know where I live...seven'ish?" the smile now lustful.
"That'd work," Maddie replied, her eyes now locked with Vic's, "and, in case you were wondering, I'm old enough to drink. I just turned twenty-one."
