Donna had always loved men, but still, nothing could compare to the taste of a woman. Donna Cummings was a tall slender woman a little under 6 foot tall and the young age of 35. She enjoyed the warm sunlight of her home in Atlantic Beach, Florida with her husband Buck and their two children, content with her life. Often her husband's friends would stop by and when they did she was always a gracious hostess with some quirks or course. These quirks being her personality and constant bitching with her high pitched squall that she used when she had her period or when Buck would upset her. She only wanted held, since she could not consume beer due to a medical condition that gave her headaches. She simply got too many headaches from booze and would spend the next morning on the bed with her head hidden in the pillows tell her husband and everybody else to leave her alone. This was not a pleasant sight.
She was content with the makeup of her family and gave her son and daughter a kiss before they went to school each morning. She had grown up on a farm, a conservative background, and was happy to enjoy the warm sun of Florida. The flat land made her feel secure because she could see for 20 miles in any direction from the third floor of their apartment overlooking the ocean. What's more, she could stand on the top deck next to her bed and stand naked and look across at the scrub pines and dream of when her husband would come home to satisfy her every need and desire.
Then the phone call came from her dear friends in Bangor, Maine that they were coming down for a few days, passing through town and would like to stop by and see them. It was expensive to travel such a long distance, and Gregor and Juanita felt so much like family. Juanita especially, who evoked feelings in her that she had never felt before. The sheer shape of the woman was passion, her plump bouncy breasts and those long legs that seemed to go all the way up to you know where. It made Donna hot just thinking of seeing her friends again, although they did not know how she felt for them.
"I found a beautiful Native American vase for you dear. " Juanita said on the phone warmly, always the thoughtful one and always concerned. Always happy to see Donna and Buck.
Buck would be pleased to see them as well, his old drinking buddies. They would all get drunk out of their minds and Donna would be perfectly sober. It all ran through her mind. "Oh thank you so much. What is it? Are there any particular images on it?" Donna asked in her whiney sultry voice. Juanita wouldn't even notice if Donna was turned on anyhow with that voice of hers.
"Um.. it has a guy with a flute on it. Apparently a friend of mine found it in Peru. It is from an excavation site of one of their temples. Nothing special, I'll show it to you when we get here. We're so damned excited to get away for once and travel." Juanita said warmly.
Donna grinned warmly and held her one hand down to her crotch so that she would not pee herself in excitement. "We'll see you then Juanita. " And then hung up the phone.
In just three days they would all be together again, just like in the old days. The last time, she remembered, was the epitome of her dreams. There she was there perfectly sober and Juanita had passed out laughing to herself totally drunk. Buck told her to simply "take Juanita" to our room and we can let them sleep in our bed, we have the couch anyhow. Donna giggled to herself and helped the drunken Juanita to her room. It was perfectly secluded there. "You are all mine tonight" Donna thought, and slowly tucked Juanita into bed. She stuck a finger down between Juanita's legs and brought it up to her lips. It tasted almost like she did, only sweeter. She noted that Juanita's crotch was always smooth and shaven, while Donna was more of a naturalist and seldom shaved herself. It was perfect, just what she wanted for a fun night. After she ate her, she held the drunken woman to her breast and placed her nipple in her mouth, "Someday you will be mine. That damn husband of yours can go to hell."
And she did with Juanita never finding out other than the observation the next morning, "That beer was hell. I pissed so much that I'm sore. Do you have any um.. creme?"
The day finally came that Donna had anticipated. Donna stood outside on the deck with her daughter Kodee at her side. Warm smile as brand new and shinny as the fancy white car pulled up, Maine plates and all. Juanita, with her long deep eyes and perky breasts, oh those breasts!
"I am so glad to see you two that you made it here alright. How was your trip?" Donna said, as they stepped out of the car towards her, luggage in hand. And how she liked that luggage.
"It was a long trip, a lot of traffic holdups, you know how it goes. "Gregor said hugging Donna. In the back of her mind she looked at his back and contemplated kicking him in the balls to take away the manhood that Juanita so desired and was satisfied by.
"That is an awfully long trip from the COOOLD COOOLD North." Donna chuckled, putting on her face of the happy hostess. Fuck that, she just wanted the beer to hit them. Stupid bastards weren't used to the Florida heat and always ALWAYS would pass out for some stupid reason. "Go on in and make yourselves at home. Beer is in the fridge."
Donna looked at Juanita as she walked inside. She was wearing tight jeans and her hot ass was wet with the sweat from the long drive there. Her shirt and underarms were soaked and Juanita never wore a bra. Those tits, Donna was so wet.
"Oh, before I forget. "Juanita said, breaking Donna's train of thought. "Your vase is in this bag. I took extra special care to make sure that nothing gets broken. It really is beautiful"
"Oh thank you dear. You are so sweet and thoughtful to me. You two mean so very VERY much to me. I hope that you know that. "Donna said, taking the vase and giving Juanita a warm friendly hug.
Donna spent the next few hours talking to Juanita and Gregor until Buck got home. At this point Buck went crazy to show them all of the contraptions out in his garage that he had bought. A new lawn mower that converted into a toenail clipper, whatever. It didn't matter to Donna. It did give her time to take the vase up to her room.
She sat it on the table next to her bed, and looked out across to the two dickheads who were taking HER woman to the shed wasting precious time. Buck was good at wasting time, especially in bed. He never could please a woman, it was disgusting to her.
"Just get fucking drunk." Donna sighed.
The next few hours went according to plan and Donna once again found herself leading a drunken Juanita to bed. This time she laid down beside Juanita and adjusted the straps around her waste of a new dildo that she had bought. She firmly placed it inside of Juanita, who was already giddy from the booze, and turned it on. Juanita's body instinctively kicked into a passionate dance of passion and moans. Donna imagined that it was her that was inside of Juanita. Not that she was a lesbian, Donna never considered herself a dyke. She was so much more, Juanita was, to her. She had been there for her on her wedding day assuring her that it would all work out and that if she committed to Buck, they would have beautiful children someday. Juanita was so understanding. Buck was such a pitz. Donna bent down and kissed the convulsing Juanita, laying herself on top of her and bucking to the rhythm. It felt so natural to be with the woman that she loved. She was so sick of her present situation.
Donna turned off the vibrator and licked it, placed it back into her "hiding place" and walked over to the window. Gregor and Buck were passed out in their chairs. She wanted to take Juanita and run away to somewhere far away and tell her that it would be ok without men. Was it possible that she could forget Gregor? She knew it wasn't. She looked at the statue and whispered to herself, "Oh how I wish that I could be in your place Gregor and you in mine. You are such a lucky man and I am so trapped here. "