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Dee finally had accepted my rationale of why I was driving, though she had asked me out.
She wanted us to go to Milly's, a fern bar/café that catered to the lesbians of our fair city; it wasn't unique, there were several gay/lesbian-friendly places in our metro. Milly's was known far and wide for its calamari appetizers, so I was okay with going there. But her place was between my place and Milly's so, duh!
She was out the door and locking it as she saw my lights in her drive. Jumping in on the passenger side, she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, saying, "It's really good to see you."
"Thanks, you too," backing out of her drive.
The ten minute drive was used to bitch about our respective work-weeks, and with her having three different hotels in three different cities, I awarded her the 'right-to-bitch' championship blue ribbon.
~
Knowing we were going to Milly's, I dressed for 'the ladies' and, of course, for 'my date'. A pair of slacks that showed the curves of my ass favorably, and a blouse that showed the cleavage that my French bra provided, accentuating my C-cup boobs. The combo looked good on me, and I liked that.
Handing her coat to be hung at the check closet, as I had done, Dee whistled softly, saying, "Damn girl, you clean up nice!" I smiled at her compliment, complimenting her back, because she really looked hot in her outfit; her small perky boobs showing through her thin blouse. We were 'watched' as we were led to our table by several pairs of eyes throwing sly glances our way.
You're beginning to like this 'new thing' a lot, aren't you?
I suppose I am.
You like these leering glances from the women in this place, don't you?
I suppose I do.
Is that why you smiled back at that cute blonde chick a second ago?
Yep.
It was a slam dunk for splitting a large order of calamari, and a side salad. We both chose Sunrises as our drink of choice, and talked the night away, the time flying by as we drank and noshed.
Her story was similar to mine except she had been married. She endured sex with her husband, because that's what a wife should do, and faked every orgasm he thought she had. Like me, her best friend was her right hand in the shower. He suspected that their sex life was 'not as good as it should be'-Ya think?
So when he suggested bringing another woman into their bed, to 'shake things up', to 'spice up things', she thought, what the hell? Why not. It certainly couldn't be worse than she was having anyway, so she agreed. She even let him take pictures of her nude, artistically done she said, showing her body in provocative poses but her face never shown. He joined and posted an ad on a website, "looking for females to give wife her first bi-experience."
They both traveled for their jobs, but she would use her personal laptop on the road to check the ad for responses; she'd read them, discard the ones without pics, cull through the illiterates and at the end of a week, there were usually three or four that 'might work'. Agreeing on their first 'playmate' after a couple of weeks, they answered; emailed each other for a week, and set up a coffee date to meet in person. It went well, Dee said, the woman was cute, average in many ways but very sexy in some sort of way. An invite was issued to her for the next evening to come to their place for a 'date'.
"From the first time she kissed me," Dee said, signaling our server for another round of drinks, our third, "I didn't care that my husband was even there. We played around with him and when she offered to go down on me while I sucked him, I agreed and gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had from me," laughing at the memory. "He came quickly, and retired to the sidelines to watch, and he had a show."
"Whatever she did to me, I did to her and had orgasms that rocked my world," she said, "and I've never looked back."
She went on to say that the dumb schmuck actually believed she embraced the threesome thing because it made their marriage better.
"It didn't, of course, but the sex from the threesomes took care of my needs," smiling as she said it.
Eventually, the truth was found out, they divorced. She began perusing the same website under a different screen name, using some of the previously unposted pictures that he had taken, and took out her own ad. This was 'looking for couples or women who wanted to have their first bi-flings'.
"Ironic, isn't it?" she said.
So now, she still looks at the site every once in a while, hooking up with a chick that hits her hot button. She was happy and that was that. She met Brie through a mutual 'friend' at a party on New Year's Eve.
"Brie and her 'date', a young thing, invited me to join them in a New Year's toast and at midnight, they took turns kissing me for the New Year. The next thing I knew, I was going home with them; Brie drove while the 'young thing' worked me up in the backseat."
"I can't remember the 'young thing's' name but I certainly remember how she loved it when Brie used the strap-on with her as she gave me head."
Strap-on? Brie didn't do that to you.
Not yet, but it's something to think about.
"Brie and I have been friends ever since and that's how I joined out little Social Club," Dee concluded, smiling.
We were silent for a few moments when she asked, "Did you see that cute blonde a few tables back? She was a little 'hottie' wasn't she?"
I agreed, returning her smile, watching her watch me.
I was downing the last of my drink when she put her elbows on the table, framed her face with her hands, and said, "So, you wanna go back to my place and fuck?"
"Why you silver-tongued devil, you; you sure know how to sweet talk a girl," laughing softly. Putting my glass down, "I think that's a fine idea," I said.
Walking out, there were appreciative glances tossed our way, again, and even a wink or two, which made me, feel, I don't know, sexy? Wanted? Horny? Take your choice.
~
My car's heater had just started to warm the inside of the SUV when we arrived at Dee's driveway, both of us a bit 'chilled' and Dee remarked that she was glad she left the heat on in her house.
Me too, it was fucking cold!
Taking my coat from me, she hung it in the entryway closet, along with hers. Turning to me, she put her arms around me and kissed me; a sweet, gentle kiss, my hands rising to caress her small waist, the kiss very arousing. Breaking off the kiss, she took my hand and asked, "Do you want the 'nickel' tour of my place?"
I did, and hand in hand, she led me through her place.
The main level had the kitchen/dining nook and her living room on one side, with the main bath, remodeled and enlarged, her study/office area, and the foyer, of course, on the other side. Upstairs housed her master bedroom with a private bath, taking up one whole side, and two smaller guest bedrooms, one used for 'storage' and the like, and a shared bathroom between the smaller bedrooms. Like the exterior of the house, the interior had also been restored to its original grandeur. It was tastefully decorated and furnished and I told her so, as we descended the stairs to the kitchen area.
"Would you like a drink? I'm having one," Dee asked.
I did, and she fixed us a couple of Scotch and waters, she, like me, an aficionado of Single-Malt Scotch. Drinks in hand we walked to her living room, choosing the large couch in front of her entertainment center as our sitting spot. Looking at the entertainment center, I was drawn to the many DVDs that were sitting on her shelf, and rising, I walked over to look at the collection.
There were many 'Classics' from the film industry, mostly drama and mystery flicks, sprinkled with some comedic films as well. On the very bottom shelf, not quite hidden from view, was a selection of 'porn', most with lesbian themes-no surprise-but a few with males and women, threesomes, swaps, and the like.
"Do you watch porn?" Dee asked as she walked up behind me, placing her hand on my back, her fingers stroking up and down my spine through my thin blouse.
