Annika was unquestionably the center of attention at dinner that night. She had travelled all over the world and was a gifted storyteller, with a seemingly endless supply of anecdotes both funny and harrowing. She was also an exceptionally beautiful woman in a roomful of lesbians. Jodie, in particular, hung on her every word, finding her amazingly worldly and glamorous.
She drank in the attention with relish, enjoying the feeling of all the eyes on her. The last year of her recently ended relationship had been difficult, full of tension and simmering hostility. So the easy, free-flowing feeling of this evening was a tonic for her soul.
When it came time for dessert, Annie appeared with a tray full of bowls of chocolate mousse. She was wearing a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, and as she began to set the bowls down in front of the women at the table, Monika explained why.
"What you see before you is no ordinary mousse," she said, and went on to explain that it was laced with hashish that a friend of hers had recently brought back from the highlands of Morocco. She also warned them that it was hard to calculate the dosages exactly, and that they should proceed with caution.
Everyone tentatively dipped their spoons into the chocolatey goo and brought them to their mouths. There was a loud round of oohs and aahs, and then they all began to dig in in earnest. It was so delicious that Monika's warning was soon forgotten, and soon all five bowls were empty.
Miss White sat back in her chair, feeling deeply contented but also abuzz with anticipation. Something was going to happen; she didn't know what exactly, but she was sure it was going to be fun.
* * *
Lina Santini peeked out of the kitchen at the poker game that was underway in her dining room. Her husband was at the head of the table; on one side were their houseguests, a couple of old friends from New York City; and on the other side were the Thompsons, Jim and Carol. That meant that Kristin would be home alone.
At the poker table drinks were flowing, chips were flying, and the players were loudly exchanging silly jokes and friendly trash-talk. Nicola was in the living room playing video games with their houseguests' young son, and would be occupied for a while. Lina was sure that no one would miss her.
Had she stopped to think about what she was doing, Lina probably would have chickened out. But seeing the opportunity, she moved to seize it without hesitation. She slipped out the back door and a minute later she was in the Thompsons' yard, walking up to the door that led to their kitchen like she had a thousand times before.
She'd been thinking about her little tete-a-tete with Kristin all day, and had a hard time concentrating on the cooking she had to do. At one point she'd completely burned a casserole and had to start over. She couldn't have said why, exactly, she found the whole thing so exciting and memorable. Was it just that it was so naughty, so secret? Or was there something different about Kristin, something special?
Lina found Kristin in the kitchen, working on a piece of pie and a glass of milk. Their eyes met and each one knew what the other was thinking; nothing needed to be said. Lina took Kristin by the hand and together they made their way upstairs.
As soon as they reached Kristin's bedroom they quickly shed their clothes and they were on each other, kissing passionately, sucking each other's breasts, then tumbling onto the bed and curling into 69 position. They gorged on each other through several epic orgasms, heedless for the moment of anything but their mutual pleasure.
