If you aren't turned on by two women making hot, passionate love or if you're under 18, this story is not for you. However, if you are, welcome to my latest tale of girl-girl lust..
[Dedicated to Gayle, Kisha and their deep, wet, tongue-sucking kissing sessions.]
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Chapter 1: The Diner
Gayle was driving in her pickup truck, fresh from her afternoon shift as bartender at the local watering hole, the Brew Palace. In this small Texas town, it was the only place for people to relax, play pool, and have a few beers after a long day at work. She was the senior bartender, having been there the longest. More like the "den mother", even though she was only in her early thirties. Country music played softly on the radio as she drove the local highway on her way to the apartment she shared with Jack, her boyfriend of six months.
Gayle was the "looker" in town. She had full, lush bleach-blonde hair stylishly cut falling below her shoulders and clipped to one side. Her face was extremely sensual, with full, pouting lips coated thoroughly with deep, dark red lipstick, deep green eyes ringed with heavy black eyeliner, high cheekbones--sort of a younger Dyan Cannon look. There was a sensuality that radiated about her. The men at the bar constantly propositioned her, leaving big tips and begging for phone numbers. She was tempted with a number of them, and had used them in the past--regardless of whether they were married or not--but met Jack several months ago and wanted to make the relationship work. Before then, she was "independent" with her voluptuous body and gave it when she was so inspired. Her body was a knockout. Large, full, upright 36 DD breasts, narrow waist, round, firm ass and long, slender but muscular legs.
She worked out regularly, and was proud of her tight body. Her arms were well defined and muscular. She dressed to put her body to full advantage, and used makeup and long, glossy nails as just the right final touch. Tonight she wore a tight black lambskin-leather fringed halter that scooped down and hugged her breasts together to accentuate the cleavage, the full globes straining against the supple leather. Without a bra, her nipples could be seen hardening against the sensuous, tight leather. Her faded jeans accentuated her tight ass, long, slender legs.
They slung lower on her hips and, with the halter, displayed her hard abs with a small gold belly button ring. They fit her like a second skin, very tight around her asscheeks and cunt and very faded. Her shapely, muscular legs ended in a pair of black leather cowboy boots. Her matching black lambskin leather jacket was on only when she was out of the bar. Her outfit had been carefully chosen to promote the biggest tips of the night, and it was successful at doing that. Her perfume was still strong enough to fill the cab of the pickup. Gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears. Gum snapped noisily in her mouth as she tapped her foot in time with the country tune. Her long, thick tongue would slide out to periodically wet her shiny, sensual lips. She almost enjoyed tasting the flavor of the lipstick for some strange reason.
Gayle's mind was wandering over her day as she gazed down the two-lane highway. Suddenly, she noticed a figure by the side of the road, standing with a thumb out. As she drew closer, in the setting sun, she realized it was a girl--an interesting figure to be standing alone on the side of the road looking for a ride from a stranger! She instinctively slowed down to take in a better picture of the girl, trying to decide whether to stop or not. There was still enough light to see from a fair distance that this girl was something special. She had long hair that seemed to have a wide blond streak framing her face in the front and light brown hair beyond the blond.
She wore a short, fringed distressed brown leather jacket, matching distressed brown leather mini-skirt and dark brown leather platform ankle boots. Gayle's immediate impression was that this was a hooker--but she noticed a large nylon duffel bag behind her, so it looked like she was travelling. There wasn't any heavy brush around for a boyfriend to be lurking behind, so it really looked as if she was alone. Gayle made a snap decision to slow down and speak with the girl, if not give her a lift. Oddly, she noticed the thumb and hand being extended was well manicured with very long nails and two gold chains hung around the wrist. She slowed to a stop and put the passenger-side window down. She noticed more details. The girl was actually beautiful, appearing to be in her early twenties, with heavily lipsticked mouth and mascaraed eyes (Gayle's own style), a black tank belly-shirt under the leather jacket and rings on several fingers. The girl smiled broadly, especially seeing the driver was a woman and she approached the open car window.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" Gayle asked.
"Hi, thanks for stoppin', sweetie! Better now, I was hopin' someone would stop before the sun went down tonight. You goin' down the road by any motels? I'm lookin' to sack out for the night." The young girl said as she draped her arms inside the window and leaned on the frame slightly into the truck cab. Her cleavage deepened as her arms crossed and the leather fringe from her jacket splayed out.
"Sure, you need to get out from under the night, sugar. Good thing one of those horny bastards from my bar wasn't drivin' this way before me. You'd have a handful of problems with those ol' boys!" Gayle's brown eyes roved over the girl's full, firm tits under the stretch tank top, then back up to her pretty face. The younger girl's tits were even fuller than Gayle's! Must be 38DD! They looked even bigger due to the girl's slim waist. She looked amazingly like the new singer Gayle had just seen on TV, Christine Aguilera. Those bee-stung lips were the most kissable ones she had ever seen, and Gayle had never really looked at another girl like that before. Her stylish hair did have that two-tone color pattern with a wide light blonde streak at the front and brunette behind (sort of a 1960's look popular with younger girls now), combed all loosely and parted over from the left. It framed cutely around her face and fell to her shoulders.
The girl's tongue slid slowly out and ran the gold stud along her bee-stung upper lip while she smiled, "Those good ol' boys? How do I know I won't get a wandering hand from you, sweetheart?" Gayle was thrown off by this question. This girl actually seemed to be flirting with her! And that tongue! It was like a long, thick serpent and had a shiny gold stud protruding from its pink wet surface. Gayle had not seen a tongue stud before and was turned on for some reason.
"Oh, uh. I think you'll be okay, hon. I haven't groped another girl in a couple of months." Gayle was proud of her sharp comeback. "Come on, you sweet thing. Get in before I change my mind." But the last give and take had started a strange warm feeling in her pussy for some reason. She decided to ignore it--for now.
"Okay, if you say so." With that, the girl grabbed her bag, threw it in the back of the truck, and climbed in to the bench seat in the pick-up cab. A strong mixed smell of perfume and leather filled the truck. "I'm Trish." The girl held out her hand. Gayle took the hand, again noticing the long, burgundy-painted fingernails. They clasped hands while gazing into each other's eyes. A spark suddenly flew between them. Gayle felt that warmth between her legs again as she felt the moist heat of Trish's hand gripping her own and inhaled the erotic odor coming from the young girl. Trish held Gayle's hand for slightly longer than a normal handshake. Something told her this would be an interesting evening.
