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"You got laid this weekend," Betts said to me when I walked through the door Monday morning, evidently my 'inner smile' showing on my face.
Betsy was my very first employee when I started my I.T. Consulting business, holding down the office while I did the field work. She's a 'fiftyish' grandma and my 'bestest' friend in the whole wide world. Now, I've got a group of Star Wars fanatics who masquerade during the daytime as tech wizards; they are. We have major corporate clients for whom we're contracted to handle Internet Security issues. Betts is the matriarchal figure in my company, the one to whom all go to for advice on all things wrong in their universe; and she is now my executive assistant with a ten percent ownership stake in my firm.
"What is it that we never do, Betts? We never, ever talk about my sex life; and it was fabulous, by the way," I said, dropping my coat and bag onto a chair in my office, Betts following me with a mug of coffee for me, fixed like I liked it.
"Anyone I might know?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.
Boy, if you only knew, Betts.
"Nope, no one you know. Now, what time is my first appointment?"
The workweek flew by for me, the excitement growing for me the closer Friday crept my way. Brie called almost every night, 'just to touch base', and keep me horny for her, I thought to myself.
Well, its working isn't it?
Yeah, well maybe, but so what?
I'm just sayin'....
Shut up, will you?
~
I met Brie at O'Malley's; we shared a cocktail, and walked out into the night together, Cherie giving me a knowing look and a smile.
I chose a quiet little Bistro, had a lovely dinner, lingering over the wine, holding hands; we drew glances from other tables, and didn't fucking care.
We didn't make it to the bedroom. We were naked within minutes of the door closing behind us, and she was on the couch with my head between her legs, screaming her orgasm, now.
Didn't take you long to eat her for dessert, did it?
Leave me alone.
I think you like being a 'lesbo'.
I think I do too.
~
"Jean is my age, forty-two-
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-and is an attorney running her own firm of associates," Brie said to me as I toyed with her pussy with my tongue and fingers. "Her 'significant other' is Ann, and they've been together five or so years. Deannie is nearer your age, I think, and will probably hit on you immediately. She's an outrageous flirt, so be prepared," her fingers brushing my new haircut, which she liked by the way.
"Sometimes we 'smoke' and drink, sometimes we just drink," she was saying, "and this weekend is Tequila Sunrise Night, so I hope you like Tequila."
Laughing, I answered, "Yeah, but Jose doesn't like me; like the country song says, 'Tequila makes her clothes come off'."
"Oh, you'll fit right in," switching places with me, her mouth surrounding my 'panther'.
Forty-three orgasms later-okay, I exaggerate a bit-we lay in bed, in each other's arms, blissfully content.
"Sometimes," stoking my hair as she said it, "but not always, we get a bit crazy and sleep with each other, even the 'couple', Jean and Ann. We're all okay with it, and if it goes that way, I'm just saying..." her voice trailing off.
"Your settee is a queen-sized sleeper, right?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied.
Crawling between her legs, just before I sucked her clit into my mouth, I said, "We can sleep three in this bed," my head dropping to her bush, once again.
You're a natural at this, you little whore.
I just might be, I thought as Brie climaxed again.
~
I chose a simple skirt and a blouse, thin enough, that the 'hint' of my braless breasts and nipples could be noticed, but not full see-through. Brie was in a pants and sweater that flattered her tall stature and lovely breasts; and expensive, no off-the-rack purchase I surmised.
I was slicing oranges and limes for the 'Sunrise Punch" we'd make after the ladies arrived, when the doorbell rang and Brie answered it. Sweeping in first was Deannie, and eyeing me, she smiled, asking Brie, "So this is your new paramour, I take it?" walking towards me. "Ladies, please welcome my new friend, Lynn, to our soiree," Brie said, and formal, individual introductions between them and I followed.
Deannie was indeed, close to my age, give or take a year I decided, and very attractive in a subdued way, not in an 'in your face with cosmetics' way; Jean and Ann looked very much like a couple, Jean not being 'butch-like' in appearance, but she did have a 'hard edge' to her look, you know? Ann was clearly the femme half of this duo, being very 'girly' in look and actions. I suspected that Ann had yet to see her thirtieth birthday, clearly ten or more years younger than Jean. As small talk was made, I joined in with the chat as I finished making the first batch of Sunrises, helped by Deannie, who prefers just 'Dee". Her sole contribution was to add more Tequila before I blended the mixture in the food processor station. "Tough week," Dee said, winking at me. She was a pharmaceutical rep, traveling a lot, and officed out of her home.
I learned to play poker on the knees of my dad and his brothers, my uncles, and they played Stud, Straight, and Draw; no wild cards, no silly 'girl shit' as Uncle Milo used to say. I learned well and regularly cleaned up in games in college, really pissing off the guys.
The 'Social Club', as the girls called themselves, developed over time when chance circumstances caused them to know each other; friend of a friend, that kind of stuff, serendipity at work. The first poker night was so much fun that it became a regular monthly get-together.
"So, Brie," Dee asked as she shuffled and began the first deal, "How long have you been keeping this beauty to yourself?" nodding to me as she said it. "If you're not careful, I might just try to steal her away from you," winking at me suggestively.
"Didn't I tell you?" Brie said to me with a smile on her lips, "She's a pussy whore who knows no boundaries," laughing. The others joined Brie in laughing and agreement. I just smiled, cordially, not really being 'in' on the joke.
As we spread our cards, Dee blew me an 'air kiss' and said to Brie, "Well, if it wouldn't piss you off, I might just try to get into your girlfriend's panties."
Taking a sip of my drink, I decided that I'd better set a few things on the table, as it were.
"Well, you can certainly try," smiling at Dee as I said it, "but whether or not you're successful hasn't a thing to do with Brie," taking another sip and looking at her over my cards.
"I freely admit that my decision to hop into bed with Brie was greatly influenced by her considerable skills in the art of seduction; but in the end, I slept with Brie because I chose to, not because she wanted me to. So, to recap; who I sleep with has always been pretty much my decision, even with men," taking another sip to wet my suddenly dry throat.
I 'heard' the silence and felt the impact of their eyes on me, Brie smiling to herself; I had their attention.
After a short while, Dee said, "Feisty. I like feisty," clinking her glass against mine.
"Ladies," Brie said, fanning her cards, "and Lynn, feel free to jump in and correct me should my assumptions be wrong, but I think the status of Lynn and I is simply this; we're two newly found friends, who are enjoying our new friendship and exploring its boundaries," looking to me questioningly, as if asking for confirmation.
Spreading my cards completely-holy shit! 'Trip' sevens-I nodded in agreement with Brie's statement, adding, "For me, I'm glad that my 'first time' was with someone like Brie," opening the betting sequence before the draw.
Dee raised, Brie saw it, as did I, and Jean and Ann folded. I drew two cards while Dee and Brie drew three each. Dee raised my bet, a poor attempt at bluffing, I re-raised; Dee calling me and, out of proper order, she laid down a pair of Aces, Brie having folded. I laid down my sevens, and smiling sweetly at Dee, raked the pot towards my pile of chips.
"Bitch!" Dee said, smiling and laughing. Laughing with her, I said, "And don't you fucking forget it!"
Clinking her glass against mine, Brie commented to the table, "I told you she was a strong woman, didn't I?"
They agreed that she had.
I liked it.
We took a break after a couple of hours, and I made another batch of Punch, with Dee once again adding more Tequila before I blended the concoction. We, as a group, had melded into a very workable social set; easily conversing, cursing, teasing each other, I felt as if I had known them for a very long time, that's how comfortable I felt. Returning to the table to pour more for the group, I walked in as Ann was drunkenly talking about getting a tattoo of an orchid or something like that, near her nether regions.
