Plugged In Gatlinburg

I cursed Bev one more time when the notice for my reservation popped up in email. I suppose I got what I had deserved for starting the relationship my pussy argued for, but my head warned was a bad idea. Bev on a good night was amazing, but what a temper. That temper drove me right out the door. Because I was afraid we might have a real fistfight if I didn't go.

Call me Anne, because that's my name. I'm tall for a girl, slim with short blonde hair, though I accent it because my natural shade is boring. I'm a femme because I like being a girl. I like jewelry (costume only until my ship comes in, after that watch out!), short skirts, high heels, tight dresses, and even tighter jeans to show off. I liked eyes on me, did then and still do.

But I had a week's reservation in Gatlinburg, a non-refundable deposit and no one to go with, and that's it occurred to me that maybe the smart thing to do was to invite Sandi. She too, was fresh from a break-up, but this one came out of the clear blue. To all my friends, Clarissa and Sandi were the couple who would not only make but go beyond 'til death do us part.'

Nobody ever imagined Clarissa would just up and leave Sandi. My friend was really broken up over it and never said what happened. So I decided to ask. I'd always liked Sandi. As she was now free I figured it would be fun if she went along. We both had wild oats to sow, and I knew Sandi well enough to think that left to her own devices she might stew and withdraw. I figured a torrid fling would be the best way to get her over Clarissa and ready for somebody new.

But not with me, not that I didn't think Sandi was cute. Sandi is petite and voluptuous, sort of like Dolly Parton with dark hair and smaller cups. Considering Dolly, that wasn't saying much. She had fair skin and dark brown hair that hung over her shoulders, full cheeks, big pale blue eyes that everybody commented on. She was my first call.

"Get out of Indiana for a week?" she said when I asked. "With you?"

"It's ot like Bev's around any more," I told her. "We both have wild oats that need sowing."

"Not so sure about the wild oats, but I'm glad you asked. I need a break in the worst way," she said. And so it happened that a week or so later we hopped in my GTI and headed down the interstate to Tennessee, the land of Dollywood.

Sandi hadn't spoken to anyone about their breakup except to acknowledge it, including me, and I'd helped her move out. That worried me. I figured we had a week together, so I'd give her time. Plus, a multi-hour drive needs filling with more than my music stream and mindless gossip. I figured she'd open up if I was patient. I drove.

She sulked. Then finally Sandi decided to fill me in. "You know, sometimes you never really know somebody."

I lifted my hand from the shifter to give hers a squeeze. God, I hope she was finally ready to talk. She squeezed my fingers and kept holding them, but finally the story came out. Her voice quavered as she began to talk. "You know what started this? I asked Clarissa to marry me."

Whoa! I mean, if any of our friends were likely to get hitched I figured it was them. "I'd have thought she'd ask you."

"She didn't," she said. "I got tired of waiting and popped the question. she got weird. I did some digging and found out why. You know how she spent every other week on the road?"

"Isn't that what corporate sales people do?" I asked.

"It wasn't just her work. I found out she has another family near Chicago. Complete with a first wife and kids."

Holy fucking shit! Talk about dropping a bomb on somebody. "I thought only men did that shit!"

"So did I." Sandi sort of laughed through her tears. "I never questioned her. I just trusted in the woman I loved. I feel like such a fool! But Anner, there were topics you didn't bring up with her. She had a temper of her own, but it was cold. Get on her bad side and it was the silent treatment. I would never have put up with Bev like you did."

"Bev was like Vesuvius," I said. "When she blew anything could happen. That's why I split. Clarissa seemed calm."

"Cold is more like it. I watched Bev order you around like a slave. I kept wondering why you put up with that."

"Because part of me liked it. I'm a bit kinky." I was glad to bring up sex, because that was another thing Sandi never talked about. s

"You? You're so forward. I would never have thought Ann Sator was into being dominated."

"You'd be wrong. Trust me, Bev la Butch is all domme," I said. "And I really like to bottom. At least most of the time. But she never, ever let up. Never was a time when we could be like a normal couple. Even in bed, it started annoying me. For example, Bev could fuck me, but I could never fuck her."

"Jeez," she said. "I'd heard that about her. How'd you get her off?" That was the first question I'd ever ever heard Sandi ask about sex

"With my mouth and my fingers when she was really close."

"Well, everyone gets off that way."

"Some of the time," I said with a grin. "There are ways, and there are ways."

"Anne, are you going to get pervy on me?" Sandi said but she was smiling, This was the first time we'd ever explicitly discussed sex. I thought she'd benefit from getting laid. I'd read of a gay club near Gatlinburg where we might hook up for fun therapeutic flings. I was quite happy to keep sex in the discussion.

"Bev had her issues, our sex was epic most of the time."

"What about the Backdoor Bev nickname? Rumors true?"

"Oh, she's totally into sodomy, so long as I was on the receiving end," I said. "Which I also adored."

Sandi's eyes lit up. "You're into that?"

"I most certainly am. I was before I met Bev. Remember when I dated Casey from the City Rollers?"

"The roller derby queen? I remember you dragging me to a couple of matches. She was a big girl, but she had something. I guess you do have a thing for dominant women."

"Well, it's time for a change," I said. "I liked Casey, but she got transferred to Wichita. I'm not at all sure I'd flourish in Kansas. Plus, we were never super-serious. But she was fun and opened my eyes to some new things."

"Anne, you are quite the perv."

"Don't knock pervy 'til you've tried it."

"What's it like?" Sandi asked.

I changed lanes to get into the lane for Gatlinburg. "Well, your anus is packed with nerve endings, so it's intense. Plus, you feel double-dare naughty and that's hot! But you must take your time. But patience is part of the fun, the build-up to the grande finale you both know is coming. And don't spare the lube. My butt doesn't juice up like my pussy."

"I heard you were a wet one," Sandi said.

"Did Bev tell you that?"

"No, and I'm not saying who." But Sandi was smiling again.

I downshifted and sped around the off-ramp, because what's the point of driving a hot hatch if you don't stretch its legs once in a while? Sandi turned a bit white as I drove, but didn't say a thing. We wound through the town and followed my GPS up a mountainside and from there to a set of short-term rental condos. I'd reserved a suite with a kitchen and a hot tub. Our suite was clean, cute and had a patio overlooking the mountainside and a big cable car hauling people up and down the mountain.

"Quite a view," she said. "You rented this for you and Bev?"

"Fuck Bev," I said. "I'm here with you."

"I notice there's only one bed."

"Do you mind?" I asked.

"Nope." Sandi sort of grinned at me. "One might imagine you had designs on my person, kinkster. You know I'm not going to dominate you. I don't swing that way."

"But you do swing," I said. Sandi blushed. I'd walked in on her and Clarissa once at a party. I figured the smart play was to keep up the tease because it would encourage her to take some chances. One day she might look my way. If she didn't, well that was okay too. And though I wasn't asking, Sandi loved to cook and had major game in the kitchen, which the brochure promised had everything we needed. She inspected it carefully.

Sandi laughed. "So did you bring me here to take advantage of me?"

"I shall be pure and angelic."

"You? Anne Sator? Angelic? Hell must be freezing!" Sandi was grinning as we unpacked.

I had packed a small case of toys because you never knew who you were going to meet and because I like toys. I took it and set it on the nightstand. I opened it so she could see. "I found a place where we can dance and flirt and maybe hook up If you meet someone, this case is full of things that may come in handy."

"What kind of things?" Sandi's eyes got kind of big. I'd figured her for pretty vanilla, but I have been surprised in the past. Another good reason to keep going.

I winked at Sandi. She unzipped the case. In it, I had a harness with three dildos of varying sizes, my magic wand, a rabbit vibe, and a small set of jeweled butt plugs. Of course I brought a fresh tube of lube. "Anne, you came ready to bring the kink," she said, picking up one of the jeweled plugs. "You really like these?"

I laughed. "I told you I liked butt stuff. I might even wear one when we go out tonight. I find going out plugged highly motivational." And I exaggerated the roll in my hips as I spoke.

Sandi smirked, "I guess that's what the harness is for."

"Tell me you don't love being fucked!"

She covered her grin. "I plead the Fifth."

"Knew it."

I continued to hang up my clothes and put away my undies in a drawer. As it was vacation and I was hoping for a hook-up, I'd brought my good stuff. Sandi unpacked too. She hadn't brought any toys, but she had brought a corset, red satin, and laced. I whistled when I saw that. "I'd love to see you in that."

Sandi smiled and blushed. "Maybe you will." She put it away, but she didn't hurry to do it. And she didn't close up my toy case either. I took that as a sign.

"So, what next?" she asked. "Dinner? Are we going out? I didn't bring anything to cook."

"Yeah, we'll go out. I brought some wine from home so we'd have some to share. Let me get it out of the car."

"Good idea. Anne, I want to look around this kitchen. I want to know if there really is enough stuff here for me to cook."

"They claim there is, but I am not Gordon Ramsay."

Sandi laughed. "Thank God there is only one of him. But I can at least get stuff to make us breakfast."

I headed to my car to get the wine in. Then we went into town for dinner. I found a barbecue place that had a good Carolina dry rub. We got some brochures and planned the stuff we would visit, the towns, Cade's Cove, maybe even a day in Dollywood, because roller coasters are always fun. We looked at the shows and the dinner theater, and the Titanic disaster mockup, which Sandi was interested in. We hit the grocery and Sandi went wild and bought lots of veggies and cheeses and eggs, fresh fruit, and some pie crusts. "Are you planning to fatten me up?" I asked.

She laughed and held up the chef's knife she'd bought with an evil grin.

"So, it's murder you have in mind! Am I to be sacrificed for Clarissa's sins?"

She performed her best maniacal laugh. "The carving knives in our condo are junk. I'll take this one home with me. A girl can always use another good knife." And she gave another evil laugh, which made me smile.

When we got home Sandi put the food away while I showered. Then she went into the shower, while I went to pick out my outfit for the club. And I laid out the tight jeans, heels, a silk blouse, and pearls. And something told me the night would go a lot better plugged. I went to my case and got out my favorite plug and some lube, and then I lay on my back to slide it in. I didn't hear the shower shut off as I concentrated on my ass.

Sandi came out while I was lubing the plug. The fact that I didn't want to hook up with her right then didn't mean I was above teasing her. And I was pressing it to my rectum when she came out in her blue silk bathrobe. My legs were open and bent back at the knee as pressed the lubricated head to my rectum. Sandi had a prime view.

"Holy shit," she said. "You're really doing it."

"Sure am," I told her. Part of me thought I should be shy, that I really shouldn't be showing her this. That was my brain. My pussy had a completely different view, and my pussy won. I figured that if Sandi was turned on, she'd be more likely to flirt with someone, but with me around to make sure she avoided real trouble. But when I saw her looking my cunt tingled. I looked into her eyes and pressed the plug to my anus, pulsing it, slowly pressing and working it in.

Sandi watched me, clutching her robe tight. "My God, you're already wet."

"I get wet every time I plug," I explained pressing and releasing, clenching down on my star to help. "Even knowing what's coming goes right to my cunt."

"Looks that way," she said in a whisper, mouth wide open.

I pressed and my star relented and the tip went inside me. I moaned softly and kept pressing and my pucker expanded until the ball slid into place. It was big, but it was there, stretching me. I moaned as I squeezed it with my rectum. Without thinking I reached up to grip my nipples and squeeze them because that's what I always do right after self-plugging.

"Fuck that was hot," Sandi said, her eyes fixed on my bottom. "I mean, you really do love that, don't you?"

"God yes! Sandi, we're singles going out to a lesbian bar. We have wild oats to sow, so I want to be highly motivated."

"How does it feel? Your butt I mean?" Sandi was almost on her knees studying my plugged bottom.

"Filling, big, wonderful. I can't really explain it, except it makes me drip."

Sandi kind of wrung her own hands, and her robe fell open, revealing her bush and the space between her full, heavy breasts. Then she yanked her robe shut. "I can see the sheen," she said. "Did you plan to show me your plugged ass?"

"Nope. I thought it would be in and my panties up when you got finished." Which was mostly true. Mostly.

"Yeah, right." Sandi's eyes looked skeptical, but they were focused on me as I pulled my panties up and over the plug. I'd chosen a matched set of a lace purple bra and panties. The bra was tight and lifted my breasts together to create substantial cleavage. I saw Sandi watching at me as I adjusted my bra and then getting on with her own dressing. She dressed sort of Bavarian-style, short skirt, a loose top, and her red corset, that pushed up her ample breasts into a lovely shelf. Then a small choker around her neck and pearl earrings. I chose a pink button-down blouse with a few important buttons left undone, and a pair of tight jeans that I had to wriggle into and draw shut.

"Cripes, those are tight enough I can see your pussy," Sandi said.

I smiled and turned about to show her my bottom. "Anything else?"

Sandi's eyes got big. "Shit, I can see the bump. Are you really going out like that?"

I laughed. "Hon, we both just had bad breakups. We're young, hot, and single. It's our duty to surrender our virtue on this trip."

Sandi laughed. "Duty? I was raised Catholic. We have other duties."

"Like baking pies and bearing babies by the score?"

"I like baking," she said. "But babies would require fucking a man, and once was more than enough of that!"

I laughed as I finished my makeup. "Good point. No, I'm hoping to meet some pretty soft butch, or even a stone butch to take total advantage of me."

Sandi laughed. "I can see what drew Bev to you. You're kinda wild. Scary wild."

That worried me because I didn't want to scare her off. "I don't mean to scare you."

"You aren't. You're demonstrating what it takes to get wild. And maybe that's what I need at the moment. Fuck Clarissa!" She put a well-deserved rage into it. Everyone needs fuck it time.

I had no problem getting Sandi's anger at her ex. Lying about your entire relationship was in many ways far more serious than Bev's extreme temper. Bev threw things and broke them, but not at me. I remembered how hard it had been for Sandi. Getting her laid was the righteous thing to do. We gathered our purses and headed for the car. I programmed the address of Bilitis into the GPS and we took off. The GPS took me to the right place too. Only the sign said Jake's Roadhouse.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Sandi looked skeptical.

"It's the same address," I said. "Same pillars, same door, different sign, and paint. But it sure looks different."

"Gay clubs have been closing right and left," she said. "We use apps to hook up now. I'm thinking of getting one."

"I have one. Shall we take a peek inside?"

We peeked. The country music was playing loud, the pool balls were clicking and the male eyes ogling us were many. Jake's lasted about five seconds before we turned around and went back to the car.

"Got another idea," Sandi said, searching her phone.

"There's this place in Sevierville." I grabbed the notes I'd made from my purse. Given the state of the former Bilitis, I wasn't optimistic.

"Let's try it," Sandi said. "I'm all dolled up and ready to dance, even if it's just with you."

"We shall overcome." I certainly agreed with Sandi, and we headed down the highway to Sevierville. The streets were busy and Dollywood lit up as I found a place off a side street. We went inside, and it seemed like the best place we were going to find. There were couples of men, women, and straights all together, which is the way the world has become. They played danceable music, and I got us a couple of glasses of Bordeaux. We sat for a while, and looked around, looking for likely single lesbians. There was a group of college-aged girls who looked like they were out together, but that was it. "I hope they don't see us as a committed couple."

"We aren't," said Sandi, sipping her wine. "Maybe one of us should get up and circulate, so they know we're on the prowl. I'll go first."

"No problem." Sandi got up and carried her wine out onto the floor, past the gaming area, past the line of men and women sitting at the bar, past some of the dancers, basically out where she could be seen. She went around the room twice. I watched, and while I saw a couple of heads turning her way, they were male.Then it was my turn to get up and make my pass, and I put some on extra shimmy into my well-plugged ass. I noticed a tall, short-haired brunette in leather playing pool, only she had a cute femme at her side. I saw one of the college girls looking my way too, a short, squat brunette with thick glasses and a matching waist. And a couple of men too, one of whom tipped his glass at me. I glared back so he wouldn't get the wrong idea about his prospects. One of the bartenders looked at me and I winked back. She was cute, tall slim with a boyish haircut and small. high breasts clearly outlined in her tight t-shirt. But that was it and I went back to our table.

Sandi watched me, sipping her wine and sitting with a slight slouch in her chair. "Any prospects?"

"One possible, no probables," I admitted, dropping into my seat. As I was feeling really it was disappointing not to catch a nibble.

"You'll find someone." At least she didn't pat me on my hand.

"What about you? You're the one with the bigger breakup."

Sandi laughed. "It's not a competition you know. Finding out how deeply Clarissa cheated on me was awful, but you were with Bev for a while too. As long as anyone could stand that woman's psychotic melt-downs. You had to love Bev, at least a little."

Did I love Bev? I had wondered about that. The good times were as good as they had ever gotten. The bad times were pretty bad. "Well, women stay with abusive husbands a lot longer than I stayed with Bev." And she was abusive, even if she didn't hit me. Being berated by Bev was par for the course. "I don't know if I've ever found true love," I finally admitted.

Sandi reached over and squeezed my arm. "At least I know that much, even if it was built on quicksand."