The weeks following the conference were the most exciting, and, at times, the most frustrating of Carole's life. She spoke to Paula almost every day on the telephone, they e-mailed each other constantly and even managed to meet twice for a weekend during which they continued their mutual discovery of each other's body. Their telephone sessions were the most erotic journeys through their fantasies that both had experienced and usually ended in a verbal masturbation as they described their feelings in the most explicit words and images that either could conjure.
The weekends together were spent at Paula's house in Manchester and she introduced Carole to the gay scene there, delighting in flaunting her new lover in front of her old friends and past sexual partners. Carole had never been so open about her sexuality and she found that she loved it. She loved the feeling of being able to walk down the street with her arm round Paula's waist, loved kissing her in public, touching her in an obviously sexual way, being totally unashamed and proud of her lesbianism for the first time in her life.
On the first occasion that she stayed with Paula she was taken to a gay club where Paula promised her that she would have the opportunity to explore any sexual fantasy that she had ever dreamed of, and more besides. The thought of what might happen frightened Carole somewhat but she went along with the idea because she was so in love with Paula and wanted to please her in every way. She was becoming aware that Paula was so much more experienced than she was and that she had been involved in sexual activities that Carole could only imagine in her wildest erotic dreams. The reality was to prove a turning point in their relationship, a time that would bind Carole even more closely to Paula.
As they entered the club Carole's senses were almost overwhelmed by the sound of the music, by the heat, by the atmosphere of raw sexuality that permeated the air. The club itself consisted of a large central area where couples, both male and female, were dancing closely, entwined, writhing, almost making love there amongst the crowd. Around three sides of the room were darkened alcoves and, peering closely, Carole could see that they were occupied by couples and groups, many of which were obviously already consummating the love making started on the dance floor. A long bar occupied the fourth wall and Paula led Carole there, bought her a drink and asked, speaking close to her ear,
"Well, darling? What do you think of my favourite club?"
Carole could barely speak. Her mind was reeling, her body ached for Paula, and she wanted to be part of this frenetic sexual scene. Paula spoke again, her voice husky, seductive,
"Come. Dance with me, my lover. Be with me."
They moved to the floor, their arms encircled each other's waist and they moved together, bodies barely touching, lips close but not quite kissing, feeling the atmosphere surround them in one large glow of sex. As they moved sensually, provocatively, Carole felt a body pressing against her back, felt female hands on her hips, felt, rather than heard, the whisper of a familiar voice in her ear,
"Carole, my darling. Remember me?"
Turning her head Carole saw Lim's face close to hers, felt her lips brush hers and instinctively her tongue snaked out and entered licked along the girl's mouth. Turning back she saw Paula smile lovingly, licking her lips and mouthing the words yes, yes, yes, inviting Carole to carry on enjoying the feelings, telling her that this was what Paula wanted, desired. As she bent her head to kiss Paula she felt Lim's fingers pulling the hem of her dress up, revealing her legs, here thong clad cunt, wet with desire. She felt Lim moving against her arse, grinding her hips into her, felt her fingers explore the waistband of her thong, felt Paula's tongue in her mouth and gave herself up to the sensations that were racking her body.
Around her the crowd was oblivious to the scene, intent only on their own passions, their own partners. Lim slid her fingers inside the thong, seeking out Carole's wetness and as she did Carole felt Paula stroking her tits, making the nipples extend, throb, become part of her aching cunt. She bent her knees, lowering herself onto Lim's fingers, desperate for them to enter her, needing the feeling of penetration, needing to be fucked, feeling the gathering of her orgasm as the three of them moved as one, locked in an embrace of lust, lost to the world, prisoners of their passion.
As the first wave hit her Carole moaned into Paula's mouth, hanging on to her as her knees buckled with the intensity of the experience, almost fainting with the pleasure. The two girls half carried her to a vacant booth and they collapsed onto the bench with Carole between the two lovers. Paula murmured in her ear, her voice low, her mouth so close to Carole's ear that the words were echoing inside Carole's brain,
"I want you to fuck Lim. I want to watch the two of you fucking. Lick her cunt, make her lick yours. I want to taste the cum on your face, see you, hear you. You are my slut tonight, my whore, my cunt-sucking whore. Tell me you feel the same. Tell me!"
The sound of the words exploding in her mind, the feel of Lim's hands all over her as she lay back against Paula, made her cunt detonate into another massive orgasm, drenching her thighs with the copious flow of her juice. As she had done before Lim slid down to kneel in front of Carole, licking her clean. She pulled Lim's head tight into her cunt, humping up against her face,