"I'm Andy and I know what you're thinking," the slim figure said. "Boy or girl?" Andy was Kathy's height, but rail-thin.
"I'll go with 'girl,'" Bobby answered. "Since this is a lesbian bar."
"Me too," Kathy said. "You just came out of the ladies room."
"You sure? With this hair?" Andy touched her boy-short brown hair. "And no tits." Nobody else was in the short hall outside the bathrooms. "See?" Andy unbuttoned her checked cowboy shirt and pulled it open, revealing tiny breasts with little pink nipples and areolas.
Bobby admired Andy's bare chest. "Cute. They're sexy little tits. Girl tits. Definitely not boy tits."
Kathy looked up and down the hall. "You gonna button your shirt? Someone could come in and see you."
Andy grinned. "Most everyone in Cowgirls is a regular. They'll just smile. Maybe kiss me and grab a quick feel."
"Houston." Bobby looked at Kathy. "Wild enough for you?"
"Uh huh." Kathy was still staring at Andy.
"Speaking of kissing . . ." Andy gripped Bobby's hips and pulled their bodies together. Bobby's big breasts pressed against Andy's almost-flat chest. Andy didn't feel like Kathy, or a boy. She was a great kisser. Tender yet demanding, with just the right amount of tongue.
Andy pulled away from Bobby and faced Kathy. "Your turn."
Bobby's nipples grew hard and the warmth between her legs built as she watched her girlfriend kissing Andy.
"You are both so hot," Andy said. "Want to smoke a joint?"
"Where?" Bobby asked. "On the patio?" It was hot and muggy outside, typical for a Saturday afternoon in Houston, and she'd never smoked pot in public.
"My place," Andy answered. "It's only a few blocks away."
"Well . . ." Bobby looked at Kathy. She nodded, almost imperceptibly. "Sure. Why not?"
Andy buttoned her shirt and tucked its tail into her blue jeans. "Got a car?"
"Yeah," Kathy said. "Want us to follow you?"
"I walked. You can park at my place. I don't have a car. It's easier to walk or take the bus."
Andy lived in a big two story house a few blocks off Westheimer. The back yard was divided into parking spaces.
The back door opened into a long hall. "My apartment is on the second floor." Bobby and Kathy stared at Andy's sculpted girl-butt in her sprayed-on jeans as they followed her up a long narrow staircase.
"Here it is." Andy unlocked the first door at the top of the stairs. "My elegant penthouse suite." They stepped into a small room with a tiny kitchen at one end. There were pillows scattered on the expensive rug in the middle of the wood floor, but no furniture.
"Want some wine?" Andy asked. Bobby and Kathy nodded. Andy walked over to the kitchen area and returned carrying a bottle and three glasses. "And we should have music." She pushed a button and soft country music filled the room.
They sat in a rough circle on the pillows, sipping the wine and listening to the music. The vocalist was a woman, singing about other women. A long cabinet supporting a flatscreen and sound system stretched along one wall. Andy opened a drawer in the cabinet and took a thin joint out.
She saw Bobby and Kathy looking at the pin joint. "Colorado's finest. This is all we'll need." She lit the joint and took a long toke, then passed it to Kathy.
Kathy took a drag on the thin little joint, then slowly let the smoke out. "Wow!" she whispered. She stared dreamily at the Navaho rug on the wall, holding the joint until Bobby took it out of her hand.
Bobby toked cautiously. "That's really strong." She handed Andy the joint. "I'm already wasted."
Andy pinched the joint out. "Told you."
"Yes you did." Bobby's voice echoed around the room. She seemed to be floating a few inches off the floor. "Awesome pot." Sitting cross-legged on the pillows had pulled her and Kathy's short skirts up, displaying their moist thongs.
Andy unbuttoned her shirt. "You're awesome babes." She sat still for a long moment, staring at Bobby and Kathy, then took her shirt off and dropped it on the rug.
Bobby was getting wetter looking at Andy's little breasts and tiny swollen nipples. "You're fuckin' sexy."
"Like a boy?"
"Nothing like a boy." Bobby reached out and touched one of Andy's nipples. "You're a fuckin' sexy woman."
"Not as sexy as you two." Andy looked from Bobby to Kathy and back. "With your big tits and everything."
"Our boyfriends like them," Kathy said.
"Bet they do. What're they like?"
"Our tits?" Kathy grinned. "Big and heavy."
"Your boyfriends. Bet they're hot. Like you."
"Oh yeah," Kathy said. "Big studs."
Andy put a hand on her breast. "If you've got hot studs back home, what are you doing in a dyke bar?"
Bobby and Kathy glanced at each other. "Checking it out."
"Seeing how the other half lives?" Andy pinched her nipple between her thumb and index finger.
"Well . . ." Kathy said. "Kind of."
Bobby wondered if she was blushing. "We're lovers. Have been for the past year."
"Kinda guessed that. Your boyfriends know?"
"We told them," Bobby answered. "Last week."
"How'd they take it?" Andy caught Bobby's and Kathy's hands and put them on her breasts.
"All right." Bobby hesitated. "They're doing each other."
"Yeah?" Andy put her hands over Bobby's and Kathy's hands, pressing them against her little tits. The nipple pressing against Bobby's palm was pebble-hard.
Bobby kneaded Andy's breast while rubbing her own pussy through her thong. "Yeah."
"What happened when you told them?"
