For full background, you should read previous chapters but in summary, Janice is a successful businesswoman who is fighting to succeed in a man's world. Denied promotion in her hometown in order to run her own office, she had to move halfway across America. In the process, she finished her failing marriage which was in many ways a relief.
In chapter 1 she met Kayla a tall basketball-playing lesbian. They eventually ended up in bed, and Janice experienced lesbian love for the first time in her life.
In chapter 2 she went to a party organised by Roxxanne, a friend of Kayla's. She also met Lexi who fucked Janice with a ferocity she had not thought possible. At the end of chapter 2, Janice is contacted by Roxanne and asked out on a date.
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I clicked the phone dead and placed it on the seat next to the bath as I stared at the steamy mirror and contemplated Roxanne's words.
She seemed to know where I lived yet I don't recall telling her that when we met last weekend. She must have known I went off with Lexi and she obviously knew what Lexi was like. My body was only just recovering from the repeated and brutal fucking she had given me many times both that night and the following day. I had to admit that the memory made me get tingly, as deep down I knew I liked the way she handled my body.
"You are becoming a sub," I laughed to myself out loud and then started to think about Roxanne. I remembered her curly blonde hair that framed her gentle face and her well-defined body. I mused as to whether she would treat me in the same way as Kayla, or perhaps even as roughly as Lexi did.
Grabbing my phone, I navigated quickly to some hidden links and within minutes the screen came alive with two women locked in a 69, licking each other enthusiastically. As their on-screen groans grew louder my own moans joined theirs as I rubbed myself towards a climax. When one of them appeared with a strap-on and began to fuck the other I kept muttering, "Harder... deeper... faster," until finally, I arched out of the water as the three of us climaxed together.
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At exactly eight o'clock my doorbell rang, and I opened it to find a radiant-looking Roxanne clutching a bouquet.
"Hi, you look stunning," she said with a look that made me melt inside. To be honest, if she had told me to strip at that moment I would have, perhaps with what I had experienced with Kayla and Lexi it was what I expected, instead, she held out her hand,
"Come my Princess, your carriage awaits."
We arrived at the Italian restaurant which, from the outside looked quite norma,l but inside you were transported to a Tuscan courtyard with small tables around a central water feature. It had been skilfully designed so that with the addition of the carefully placed plants, every table seemed almost private, a perfect place for a romantic dinner.
"Are you hungry?"
It was on the tip of my tongue to make some remark but that would have seemed perhaps coarse.
"Not really, perhaps you could choose for us Roxanne."
"Please call me Roxy, all my friends...and lovers do."
Turning to the waitress she spoke in what must have been fluent Italian as the waitress nodded and made appreciative noises as she scribbled on her pad. She returned a few moments later with a bottle of Vernaccia di San Gimignano.
"I think you will like this wine," she said softly as she swilled the taster in her glass. Nodding to the waitress she went on, "It is one of the most delicate white wines to come out of Tuscany,"
I took my first sip, and the beautiful floral and fruit aromas burst in my mouth matching its savoury character.
"You have an excellent taste in wine," I murmured as the wine rolled around my mouth.
"I have an excellent taste in women as well," she laughed softly, raising her glass to toast me.
As we talked the waitress bought small dishes of a wide variety of foods ranging from simple olives through to herring, squid and salami.
"Cicchetti," she said waving her hand at the food, "the Italian equivalent of Spanish tapas."
I nodded appreciatively as my taste buds did a dance that matched the one going on between my legs.
She rather talked about herself, life, and different subjects, then she zoomed in on me.
"You know what elegance looks like, how it feels," and as she spoke, she put her hand on mine and rolled her thumb on the back of my hand. "The way you speak, and dress tells me a lot."
I was both flattered and intrigued, smiling I said, "So what do you know about me?"
"The Rolex watch you have on your wrist tells me you are in a high position."
I said nothing as it wasn't hard to know who I was with what the internet offered these days.
"Your beautiful eyes have a lot of depth, your lips are so inviting, and your smooth neck is so kissable." She never moved her hand when the waitress came with more wine, rather smiled at her and I still remember the excited look in that waitress's eyes.
She went on, "Your body flows so well, your long-toned legs are an endless tease, and your beautiful feet end the tale of your classy beauty."
I was so flattered, so excited, so ready to go with her that night but instead, she walked me to her car, opened the door and drove me to my place. When we arrived, she lifted my chin, and turned it her way followed by a soft long kiss. I was a puddle of emotions in the seat, and suspected I was leaving a puddle of something else, as she went on,
"I won't push you to have sex with me, you'll rather crawl to my feet and beg me to fuck you." I found myself hesitant to leave her car, but she made her intentions clear, "Good night, Lady Boss."
As I shut the door to my apartment, I felt like I had returned from my first prom, flushed and giddy. Walking into the lounge I pulled the laptop to me and within a few clicks a lesbian sex scene was playing on the screen. As the two women kissed and touched, I rubbed my wetness, my fingers slipping inside my panties as I wished Roxy had done to me. As the scene became hotter, I pulled the material aside and pushed a finger deep inside, my palm pressed against my clit as I drove myself to an orgasm moaning her name.
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