I met Lynne for a drink after work. She said she wanted to talk to me about something which means that she more than likely has a match for me. Lynne runs a lesbian match making service. As long as both parties pay the fee for the match it is not legally prostitution. I pay a very small fee and my matches almost always pay a very hefty fee which Lynne and I split 50—50. That comes really close to prostitution and when you factor in the tips that I get, well . . . .
After my glass of wine came and I took a few sips, I asked "Okay so what have you got for me?"
She paused for a long moment and said, "This is going to be a difficult one."
"Now Lynne, you agreed; only attractive women," I interrupted.
"I met with her yesterday," she went on. "I can assure you, she is very attractive. Late 30s I would say, natural blond, short hair, tall, slender, and kind of small it the tit department, but over all quite attractive. Her name is Vicky."
"Does she want to dominate or be dominated?" I pressed wondering if that is why she thought it might be difficult. I have served two matches that were quite dominate with me which is fine since I am a switch and have come to love both roles. I was secretly hoping the woman wants to be dominated because I have not had a match like that yet.
"No nothing like that," she replied.
"So what's the difficulty?"
"She's a virgin."
"What do you mean she's a virgin?" I asked in surprise.
"Well she is married with a couple of kids, but she has never been with a woman before," she explained.
"How the hell did you run across her?" I asked knowing that Lynne gets her matches in the gay and lesbian bars in Lincoln and Omaha.
"Well I have this web site," she explained. "Its been up for a couple of weeks and I am starting to get matches off of it. I put your picture up on the site and the woman sent me an e-mail saying that she is interested in you."
"Where the fuck did you get my picture from," I growled angrily.
"Off of your business web site. I listed you as someone looking for a match."
"You fucking bitch," I almost screamed but actually whispered so as not to be over heard in the crowded bar. "You take my picture down immediately."
"Okay, okay. I will. Look her husband is taking the kids to see his mother for the weekend. She would like you at her house at 6 on Friday. She understands that this could turn into a weekend match if she likes you and what you do to her, which means big money."
"Look Lynne. I don't do newbies very well. Why not have Lori or one of your other girls match her?"
"Because she specifically asked for you," she replied. "She says you are beautiful which you are and that you appear kind and gentle which you also are. Come on you gotta help me out here."
"I don't think so. I'll take a pass on this one."
"If you take a pass on this match it will be your last one," she threatened.
I knew it was an empty threat because she does not have many girls working for her.
"Okay. Okay. I'll do her. I can use the extra cash," I lied.
Lynne thinks that I am only in this because of the money. The extra cash is nice but I really don't need the money. I'm in it for the matches. There have been almost twenty different matches so far and only two of them have been duds. I enjoy the sex and really like the variety. I also have quite a few repeat matches who I am quite fond of.
"Wait," I said. "I'm supposed to match Ellen on Saturday. If this turns into a weekend gig, I'll miss Ellen."
"I have a new girl I want to try out on Ellen," she answered back.
"Since when?" I asked in protest.
"She's young, tiny, and incredibly submissive. A lot more submissive than you. Ellen will just love her."
"Fuck!" was all I could think to say. Ellen was one of my favorites. She really knew how to domme me but Lynne was right. Ellen is looking for someone much more submissive than me. She got angry at me during our last match when I refused to drink her urine as a sign of utter subordination and devotion.
"Look Julie. You are the best match for Vicky."
Well Friday came around. I knew I would not have time to go home from work and change before going to Vicky's house. So I put my prettiest black lace bra and panty set in my hand bag with the intent to change into it right after work. I wanted my panties to be nice and fresh for this first timer. I would be leaking all day thinking about my impending encounter with her.
I decided to wear my bright red, wool, coat dress with extra long nude thigh highs that come all the way up to my crotch because the dress is quite short and the tops of ordinary length thigh highs would show when I sat down. A pair of red 6 inch spikes finished the outfit off perfectly. I had several meetings scheduled for the day so I knew that I would be making several cocks hard. Eve, my senior partner, loves it when I dress sexy but conservative when meeting clients. She does too, only she actually fucks some of them.
The day came to an end so I changed my bra and panty and drove to Vicky's house. I found it right away in the middle of the cull de sac exactly where Lynne said it would be. It was an expensive custom built house. I know because I am in the real estate business.
I rang the door bell and this delightfully attractive woman let me in and introduced herself as Vicky. She was wearing a dark green, shirt waist, cotton dress, nude hose, and black pumps. She looked and acted a bit nervous as she invited me in and offered me a glass of wine. We both sat down on the sofa in the living room sitting closely together but not touching.
"You are very beautiful," she said.
"So are you," I replied. "Even more so than Lynne described you."
"Thank you," she answered. "Listen I'm a little nervous about this."
"Yes I noticed that," I smiled. "You don't really have to be. I am not going to ask you to anything you do not want to do. I'm only looking to satisfy your curiosity."
She looked at me in a funny way and asked, "Why would an experienced lesbian consent to a match with a virgin?"
"Why not? You might really like it and so might I. May I ask why you are curious about making love to another woman?"
