This tale of erotica is dedicated to all the cute little lipstick lesbian virgins out there who fantasize about the pleasures of another woman's loving. Who secretly seek out girl/girl pictorials on the web, and who read girl/girl sex stories like this and get wet and masturbate over thoughts of another woman's luscious pussy and mouth and breasts in their bed. I hope your fantasies come true soon. In the meantime, sit back, relax, and wet your fingers, honey. I hope you come hard while you are reading about me and my girlfriend, and don't be afraid to write to tell me how good it feels. Wish I could be there with you!
Hot love & kisses,
Jennifer
Okay, we were heading back to my house. Finally. Karen was so cute. My co-worker. We were working together now. In production at the film studio. Bob, our boss, an older guy, was very relaxed and a great person to work for. I did the accounting. Karen did a lot of paperwork, phones, and we got to watch a lot of production as well. Girls, or, as Bob referred to them, "babes", mostly, but no porn, just cheesecake, fodder for the straight-to-video market. It was a blast and I thanked god every day for my luck in finding the position. I had heard the horror stories from other girls about having to work for abusive morons. Not me though, I was blessed.
To think I, a 30 year old unemployed college drop-out with a checkered history of job findings and leavings, found this gem of a job in a classified ad of all things. Picked up the morning paper, got right on the phone and Bob answered. He invited me in right then (the last girl had to leave because she was moving with her husband's job), we hit it off, and I was hired on the spot! Karen came along on my referral. She was working as a waitress in a diner down the block from the studio. With her college degree, yet. But the job market was tough. She and I got along right away, too. And then we got to talking, and she told me about the hours and the grind and the low pay, and guess what, Bob was going to need another fill-in very quickly because Susan, his other helper, was leaving to get married and have babies. So Karen came in, on my strong recommendation, she was hired immediately, and now we were heading back to my place to celebrate her success.
I stopped to pick up some champagne on the way. This was going to be a Friday night to remember, I had the feeling. I came back to the car and dumped the bag in her lap. She laughed, opening the bag and looking inside at the huge champagne bottle.
"What did you get? My god! Are you having the immediate world over tonight?"
"No, just some close friends, er, that is, one close friend."
"Ah, that's nice, Jennifer. Thanks. Did I thank you for getting me this job?"
"Only about a dozen times, honey, but that's okay, I appreciate the gratitude. We are going to have fun working there! You'll love it!"
"I believe you. Bob seems like such an easy-going guy. It is such a relief to get out of those waitress sneakers, believe me. I don't think I could have lasted there another day, job or no job."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that any more. The studio is doing great, we are doing great, and we are going to party tonight!"
Karen looked at me again and giggled. She was 22, about 5'5", maybe 110 pounds if that. Gorgeous little blonde, with firm, natural breasts, short-cut curly hair style, light brown eyes, full, pink lips. Looking at her for any length of time would make me very very wet. And tonight, I'd have that chance, with no work to get in the way. I was soooo excited.
We ran from the car into my house where we deposited the champagne into my fridge, which I cranked down to a lower temperature to chill the wine a little faster. I had plans for that wine and for my little girlfriend's luscious body, and I couldn't wait very long for either.
We devoured a delicious pasta and salad dinner I prepared, spared some room for modest scoops of vanilla ice cream, and by that time, the wine was properly chilled.
We relaxed in my den and I filled our champagne glasses.
Karen's eyes were shining. "To us! To life!" she toasted.
I clinked my glass against hers and slowly sipped the smooth titillating bubbly down. Oh, god, it was just perfect. A Friday night, with another sexy woman as my guest, this wine, a full stomach, the light jazz on in the background. Does it get any better than this? I don't think so!
So we were talking, facing each other on my couch, nothing heavy or serious, just girl talk, random thoughts, cooling down from the work week. I poured myself a second glass.