Girls Of Alpha Beta Delta Ch 97 1

As they were driving to Albuquerque, Hana heard Jenny singing along with the radio and an idea struck her. They had a couple of songs that could use additional backing vocals -- Donna's voice was a little thin, and Haley didn't sing. Jenny resisted the suggestion at first, but being on stage the night before had been such a thrill that Hana was able to convince her pretty easily.

Hana spent the rest of the drive teaching Jenny the words and melodies, and by the time they arrived in Albuquerque Jenny felt pretty comfortable with the songs. They wouldn't have a chance to practice with the band but Hana felt confident it would work out fine.

The opening act that night was a singer-songwriter who went by the single name Dalhia. Hana and the girls had run into her on the circuit several times, and Hana had always found her intriguing. Her music was not really to Hana's tastes -- though she had a great voice and a talent for melody, her songs ran toward the monotonously melancholic. But Dahlia herself had an aura about her. She was tall and willowy with cinnamon skin and golden-brown eyes. Her long, straight hair was a different color every time Hana saw her -- there was no way of knowing what its natural color was, but at the moment it was platinum blond.

Dahlia favored cropped tops that showed off her taut, toned, bejeweled midriff. More than once Hana had fantasized about burying her face in that tantalizing belly -- for starters, anyway -- but Dahlia had a serious girlfriend who was very possessive and seemed to always be around. They had never exchanged more than a few sentences and as a result Hana had built up a powerful curiosity about Dahlia, in addition to a hankering to get in her panties.

Tonight the girlfriend was not in evidence, and when Hana talked to Dahlia backstage and introduced Jenny, she seemed to act a little flirty. But they had arrived late and had only a few minutes before going onstage. And by the time the show was over, Hana had completely forgotten about Dahlia, so elated was she by the performance. It had gone incredibly well, one of the best gigs they had ever done, Hana thought. The band was in top form, the audience was incredibly responsive, and the addition of Jenny's voice and physical presence onstage really added something special.

As they did their post-show round of shots -- which stretched to two, then three -- Hana felt buoyant, adrenalized, and incredibly horny. Over and over as they played she'd found her eyes drawn to Jenny's ass shaking in that little skirt, Jenny's boobs bouncing in the super-tight T-shirt. Now that the show was over, Hana had only one thing on her mind.

Donna and Haley headed out front to the merch table, and the moment they were gone, Hana had Jenny up against the wall. Dropping to her knees, Hana hiked Jenny's skirt up and dove in with complete abandon. Not only was Jenny's pussy dripping wet and utterly delicious, Hana enjoyed knowing that pretty much every person who had been in that audience would have killed to trade places with her right then.

Suddenly they were interrupted by the sound of the dressing room door opening. Lifting her head from between Jenny's legs, Hana saw Dahlia standing there in the doorway, frozen. Her expression said that she was stuck between embarrassment and excitement. Something had to be done to snap her out of it, and Hana did not hesitate. Grinning devilishly, she said, "Would you like a taste?"

Now Dahlia had a decision to make and after a long, silent second she made it. She stepped all the way in and closed the door behind her. Next thing she knew she was on her knees next to Hana. They shared a soft, exploratory kiss, then Hana gently guided Dahlia's head into Jenny's crotch.

Dahlia couldn't believe what she was doing. She was a relationship person, not a spontaneous-threesome-in-the-dressing-room person. But in this moment it felt amazing. She'd been celibate since breaking up with her girlfriend, and from her first taste of Jenny's delectable pussy she was completely lost, forgetting everything else in the world.

Hana moved behind Dahlia and reached around to squeeze her tits, which were nice little handfuls, high and tight and supple. Dahlia moaned and arched her back, leaning back for another kiss, this time with a mouth dripping girl juice. Hana indulged her for a moment, then pushed her face back into Jenny's cunt.

Leaning down now to kiss Dahlia's neck, Hana smelled a heady combination of sandalwood, smoke, and sweat. She took a deep breath and exhaled, and as she did she realized that this was all happening too fast. This dingy dressing room was not the right setting for what she had in mind. She stood up and, after gently separating Dahlia and Jenny, helped Dahlia to her feet. Jenny, following Hana's train of thought, straightened her skirt and went to find her coat.

Hana knew that the apartment where they were staying was just down the street, and taking Jenny and Dahlia by the hand, she led them outside. Donna and Haley might be annoyed when Hana wasn't there to help with the gear, but it wouldn't be the first time, and they'd get over it.

* * *

Miss White and Jodie had felt no particular inclination to do much of anything that day. They slept late and ordered breakfast in; then, after catching up on some email, Miss White decided to tie Jodie to the bed and enjoy her at leisure.

Jodie had never felt so content as she did laying there, bound hand and foot as Miss White licked her pussy for a long time, strap-on fucked her for even longer, then sat on her face for the rest of the afternoon. There were no problems to be solved, no decisions to be made; all Jodie had to do was whatever Miss White wanted her to do, and that was exactly what she wanted to do anyway.

As the long, languid minutes stretched into hours, Jodie thought vaguely of all the things that, until so recently, had made her life so difficult -- the loneliness, the frustration, hiding who she was, yearning for something that she could never even define for herself. All that seemed like a long time ago, like another life, like things that had happened to someone else.

Later, as the evening wore on, they finally got dressed -- though not dressed up -- and went to find a quiet place to have dinner. In truth it seemed to be pretty quiet everywhere; Vegas was in the lull before the buildup to New Year's, and very little appeared to be happening.

As they ate Miss White kept an eye out, as she habitually did, for attractive women passing by. There were quite a few, and Miss White even caught the eye of a couple of them, but she felt no need at the moment to do anything about it. After dinner she and Jodie went back to their room and curled up in bed to watch TV and fall slowly asleep.

* * *

Hana's life had not been lacking in good sex. Ever since she'd come out to her parents -- and gotten kicked out of the house for her trouble -- she had pursued lesbian pleasure with complete hedonism, no shame, and a fair amount of success. But that night with Jenny and Dahlia would forever remain special in her mind.

As soon as the door of the apartment closed behind them, Hana pulled Dahlia in for kiss so powerful that she swooned a little. When Hana released her she might have fallen over backwards if Jenny hadn't come up behind her, slipping one arm around her and nuzzling into her neck. Dahlia let her weight rest on Jenny, who gently eased her down onto the bed in the corner of the room.

Dahlia stretched out onto the bed and Hana finally got to rub her face into that delicious belly, so soft and smooth on the surface and firm and muscular underneath. Dahlia began to quiver and moan softly -- it had been much, much too long since she'd been touched this way.

Jenny gave Dahlia a quick getting-to-know-you kiss while pulling off her top, then eagerly moved down to suck on her thick, pink, rock-hard nipples. Hana, meanwhile, was removing Dahlia's peasant skirt, then her skimpy white-lace panties. Dahlia's bush was sparse and dark brown, and super-soft when Hana kissed it.

Hana ran her lips and nose through the wispy hairs, savoring the feel and scent. Dahlia's legs parted of their own accord, revealing glistening-wet petals so gorgeous that they took Hana's breath away. Just for a moment she thought, I am not worthy; but she quickly got over it, stuck her tongue out, and took a big, yummy slurp of pussy.

Dahlia groaned and clamped Hana's head between her legs. For a moment Jenny just watched, but her own nether regions were throbbing -- the attention that Hana and Dahlia had paid them earlier had been all too brief. Before long Jenny was naked and climbing up onto the bed to cover Dahlia's pretty face with her crotch. She held onto Dahlia's breasts for support as she settled her hungry cunt down onto Dahlia's waiting mouth.

When Hana finally came up for air she smiled up at Jenny with a mouth smeared in Dahlia's juices. They exchanged a wet kiss after which Jenny, licking nectar from her lips, dove between Dahlia's legs and picked up where Hana had left off.

Hana got up and walked over to the little kitchen in the opposite corner of the room, where she poured herself a glass of water and stood watching Jenny and Dahlia 69. Soon her found made its way down between her legs; her pussy was begging for attention, and before long she had a shuddering orgasm, bracing herself against the counter with her other hand. She sighed and exhaled. She had really needed that, and now she'd be able to enjoy the rest of the evening in a leisurely frame of mind.

After taking a few minutes to rehydrate and relax, she opened her duffel bag and took out her strap-on. Expert that she was, she was able to harness up without ever taking her eyes off the delightful spectacle transpiring on the bed.

Dahlia, with her head nestled happily in Jenny's crotch, was taken by surprise when she felt Hana's fingers pry her labia apart and the thick head of the dildo start to slide into her. But she was hardly going to complain; she'd been in need of a good, sound fucking for much too long now. Lifting her hips as best she could with Jenny's weight on top of her, she angled herself to take the shaft in deeper as Jenny began to helpfully lap at her clit.

Thanks to their combined efforts, Dahlia came half a dozen times before Hana pulled the sturdy phallus out of her and plunged it into Jenny's mouth. Dahlia wriggled out from underneath Jenny -- she needed desperately to pee. On the way back from the bathroom she picked up Hana's glass and filled it for herself. Hana had flipped Jenny over onto her back and was giving her the business; Jenny's hands gripped Hana's butt cheeks as Hana's ass moved up and down between her legs.

After a minute Dahlia walked over for a better look, intending for the moment just to observe. But then Jenny looked her square in the eye and said, matter-of-factly, "Let me taste you now." Dahlia smirked and set her glass down -- truly, a woman's work is never done.