A few weekends after our little vacation to the North Georgia Mountains, Courtney and I were sitting the couch drinking a few beers and discussing just about everything. It was pretty late at night (or should I say very early in the morning) when we began once again talking about the birthday surprise she gave me. This time, however, our conversation wasn’t so much about the fantastic sex, but rather dove deeper into the actual situation.
“It’s really not that big a deal,” Courtney explained after taking a big swig of her beer. “Most girls I know have had a one-on-one with another girl. Those who haven’t, well, I guarantee have thought about it.”
I was a little surprised by this fact of hers. “Are you sure?”
“I’m willing to bet that most of the girls in this World have at least thought about it once in their life time. Those who haven’t are either nuns, too young, or would seriously consider the possibilities if the subject ever came up.
“In addition, “ she continued, “most women would agree that they, too, would rather see two women together than two guys together.”
I was dumbfounded…not to mention more than a little turned on. Like most red-blooded males, the thought of two women together is the ultimate fantasy. This would probably explain how Courtney knew I would be a willing participant in the hot tub party she had coordinated up at the cabin not too long ago.
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That Sunday afternoon found me and my neighbor downing ice-cold Miller Lites and spicy-hot chicken wings at a local sports bar. Dan Blane has been a great friend of mine for several years, and we enjoyed getting away from the stresses of life by visiting our local watering hole, shooting pool, watching sports and talking about chicks…what most guys do to relax.
Eventually I shared with him the interesting facts Courtney had shared with me. His eyes grew wide when I mentioned the part about most seriously considering the possibilities if the subject was ever discussed.
Dan’s wife, Dana, was about as straight-laced as they come. Brought up in a good home and taught the values of wholesome Southern ladies, she would shutter when she heard a cuss word, silently degrade women wearing revealing clothes, and frowned heavily upon anything even remotely violent…boxing and hockey would never be viewed on their television.
“Sorry Bill,” Dan jumped in, “but I am going to have to disagree with Courtney’s facts. You know my wife as well as anyone, and she would never even think about being with another woman. As much as it would turn me on to think it were possible, I would have to say it will never happen.”
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Over dinner that evening I told Courtney about Dan’s remarks.
“That doesn’t surprise me at all, “ she said. “Not every girl will just talk about it with their husband, or even confess to ‘improper’ thoughts.”
“C’mon Courtney, you know how Dana is – she’s more pure than the finest wine.”
“I’ll give you that. She does act and talk like a lady. But, she is a woman, she is human, and she has wants, needs, and fantasies like all the rest of us – they just may be a little better hidden or just a little deeper to reach.”
“The girl sticks her nose in the air towards women wearing low-cut sweaters or Daisy-Duke shorts, “ I rebutted.
“Trust me, Bill. I guarantee she has had at least once thought about being with another woman. In fact, I am so sure, I am willing to put a little wager on it.”
“And how do you plan on finding this information out, Miss Smarty-Pants?”
Courtney thought for a second then replied, “Simple – I’ll have her over for a little afternoon chat with coffee and snacks and I will force the truth out of her.”
“Oh, Courtney…I gotta see this for myself.”
“You can,” she replied, looking over my shoulder.
I turned away from the kitchen table and followed Courtney’s stare to the slatted, folding doors leading to the little room with the washer and dryer. I stood and walked towards the doors, pulled them open, climbed up on the dryer and shut the doors in front of me. Through the slats I could easily view the table where Courtney was seated with her infamous devilish grin. It was a little warm and cramped, but it would be worth it to witness the confession.
I pushed open the doors. “You’re on!”
Later that evening we worked out all the details. I checked my schedule to make sure I was off, and Courtney called Dana and invited her over for that Tuesday afternoon. I was extremely excited from the thought of listening in on two women as they chatted about their sex lives, and even more so at the thought of hearing a pure, sweet, innocent belle like Dana declare she had in fact had lurid thoughts of being with another woman.
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Tuesday finally came. I carefully draped towels across the washer and dryer to avoid any loud bumps, and threw on just a pair of shorts so I would be as cool as possible. Courtney laughed at my giddiness – I was jumping around and chattering like a little kid on Christmas Eve. When the doorbell rang, I took my place atop the dryer and closed the doors.
I was excited when I heard their muffles voices as they stood in the living room talking for a few minutes, but my heart began racing when they finally entered the kitchen. I peered from my perch through the slats as they sat down at the table.
Courtney, as always, looked ravishing. Dirty-blonde hair cascading onto her shoulders, a thin cotton light-purple blouse buttoned modestly to her neck, her young, firm, braless tits swaying gently beneath as she moved, the dark areas of her nipples faintly showing through when the light hit her chest just right, and a matching purple skirt that came to just above her knees – not too short as to offend Mrs. Dana “Purity” Blane.
Dana, as well, looked quite edible this afternoon. Long brown hair splashed over her shoulders and half-way down her back, a yellow cotton top trimmed in white accented her tan, and fit, quite surprisingly, snuggly against the curves of her breasts and waist, and a thin yellow and white sundress that hung just below her knees. Seated at the kitchen table together, they looked like an ad right out of the Spring catalog for women’s fashions.
After what seemed like an eternity of idle chit-chat, Courtney finally blurted out, “Have you ever been attracted to another woman?”
Dana appeared shocked by Courtney’s straight forward question. Her head cocked back and one eyebrow twitched as she stared back at Courtney without responding.
‘She’ll never confess to anything like this,’ I thought to myself.
