Susan awoke at the sound of light jazz. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at the clock on the nightstand. She was pleased that it was only 9:35 a.m., and she slowly sat up in her queen size bed. The sun shone brightly through the curtains opposite her, and she surveyed the room. Her leather mini, stockings, and heels were tossed in the corner, which was out of character for her. The previous night slowly inched its way into her mind, and she was overcome by a feeling of warmth.
Out to dinner with a new friend of hers from work, drinks at the bar, and then off to the new lesbian bar. Susan remembered how she drank a little more than her usual amount, but she felt no ill effects as she awoke. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. She thought of Kelly, her new friend, and of the woman Kelly had introduced her to, Natalie. The three of them had had a great time, not staying out to late, and being careful to take cabs home. "So responsible," she thought, and she giggled to herself. Susan remembered their faces, the touching, and the closeness.
Her hands moved to her thighs, and she was feeling the first waves of arousal running through her body, which seemed to escape through her toes. She quickly pondered the idea of masturbating, but dismissed that notion as she new she had invited Kelly and Natalie to her house for a relaxing day by the pool. Susan stood up, and walked to the full-length mirror, admiring her body. At 33, she was still in excellent shape. At 5'7" tall, and a slim 115 pounds, she was glad she still made it a point to go to the gym, even though she hated it at times. Susan felt her nipples harden, and could not resist pinching them with her fingers.
Her eyes trailed downward to her furry mound, and again, the thought of masturbating slammed into her mind. Her perky breasts felt full, she slowly spread her legs. Pulling her hands away, she again resisted the temptation. She walked to her bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the warming water. Susan could not wait for her friends to get there.
As she showered, she thought of the women in her life. She felt totally convinced that her life as a gay woman was going to be the change in her life she needed. Men, she hated them now. There never once was a successful relationship. They used her for sex, and she wanted more. She wanted closeness; she wanted passion. All of these thoughts raced through her mind, and she stepped out of the shower, feeling more refreshed.
Back in her bedroom, Susan donned her white thong bikini and sarong. After a light breakfast, she cleaned the patio area around the pool, grabbed her favorite Ann Rice novel, and waited for her guests to arrive.
Around 11:00, Susan heard the car pulling up her driveway, and again, a sudden wave of pleasure seemed to run through her body. Shaking it off, Susan slipped into her sandals, and she welcomed Kelly and Natalie to her home. The three women went into the house, and Susan gave them a quick tour. They exited the house onto the back patio, and Kelly and Natalie were entranced by the beauty of the pool, the swim up bar, and the floating recliners.
Kelly loved this scene. Susan and her had only known each other about ten days, but they had become friends very quickly. At 35, Kelly had always loved women, and the day that Susan had started Kelly was quick to introduce her. Very professional dress was required at the advertising agency, and Kelly was entranced by the sexy business attire Susan wore her first day. They had gone to lunch together every day, and the attraction was evident. A blond herself, Kelly wore her hair long every day, which Susan found extremely erotic. Short, at 5'3," and busty, she had sexual charm, which every woman longs for.
After a week, the women had come out to each other, telling each other of their experiences and desires. They had made the date for that Friday, and gotten to know each other even better. Kelly had introduced Susan to Natalie, one of her best friends. Natalie, at 45, was the most experienced of the three, having been divorced twenty years earlier. "This is going to be fun," Kelly thought.
Susan dropped her sarong to the patio floor, and strutted to the pool, stepping down behind the bar built into the pool. As Kelly and Natalie peeled off their shorts and t-shirts, Natalie looked up in time to see Susan's pretty buns split by that white thong. She pointed this out to Kelly, and the two women smiled. Natalie wore a red one-piece swimsuit, and her nipples had already begun to show through. Kelly wore a black thong bikini, and she dove into the deep end. Natalie walked down the steps, slipping into the pool gracefully. As they swam up to the bar, Susan had already made the first round of magaritas. The women talked, laughed, flirted, and each one was getting more turned on by the minute. They all decided to relax in the deck chairs under the hot sun.