This story is submitted for the Pink Orchid 2025: Story Event for Women-Centric Erotica writer's challenge. It would not have been possible without contributions from multiple early readers, including my lovely friend Aiofe, my new friend THBgato, and especially my wild friend Katie. And my witty friend Lynn contributed the graphic element.
Sub Rosa
Slowly recovering from my massive orgasm, I look down at Suzie's mischievous grin. Her face and my thighs are all sticky, redolent with the aroma of my now sated arousal, sweat pooling between my breasts, my breathing and heart rate gradually returning to normal.
She nuzzles my mound and belly, and comes up to curl along my body, lips softly tracing the corner of my breast before lying against my neck. She whispers, "Oh, Charlotte, I'm so glad you knew what my bumper sticker meant..."
Suddenly awash in giggles, I kiss her briefly, tasting myself on her lips, and smile back at her. "Knew it? I invented it."
She gives me a querying look and softly bites my lower lip. "Tell me more!" she demands, punctuating it with a little lick on the tip of my nose.
-- oo --
So this all started with Barbara. My first time with a woman since my college roommate, in fact, only the second time I'd stepped out of my marriage at all. We call our marriage "ajar"; it's not open but we're allowed minor indiscretions if we tell each other. Jon, my husband, had taken the girls to see his parents for spring break. I was shopping at that fancy-shmancy high-end grocery store, you know, when they first opened down in the city. I saw a very elegant-looking woman getting out of a nice car. I had momentarily lost control of my cart and it had softly hit her back bumper, and rather than seeming annoyed she was smiling at me, appearing very friendly. "No harm, no foul," she stated. We started talking about how much we'd heard about this store, all the exotic cheeses and vegetables we wanted to try.
Looking down where my cart had hit, I saw she had a sticker on her car. "Ask me about my wife", it said. I glanced at her; she arched her eyebrows at me as if wondering what I would ask. She laughed, said it was her husband's car, but the sticker was her little joke. She had actually cut up two stickers, "Ask me about Jesus" and "I ❤️ my wife" and put them together.
I was almost afraid to ask, but I finally asked her what the joke was. She looked at me for a long moment, I guess appraising my possible reactions. "Let's have coffee," she suggested.
Sitting with our steaming cups at the one outside table, she must have decided she could trust me. "It's my way of finding out if it's safe to flirt with a woman."
I stare at her for a moment. "I'm sorry?"
"If she seems put out, I explain that it's my husband's car. If she's intrigued I might have a wife, we might have a conversation."
She laid her hand on the table, close enough to mine that I could feel the warmth. I glanced down, wondering if I was reading her correctly, and playfully laid my little finger over hers.
She grinned. "See? Safe to flirt."
We spent the next 20 minutes talking there, lightly touching hands occasionally but otherwise nothing out of the ordinary.
She caught me looking at my watch. "What are you doing this evening?"
I blushed. "I was going to buy myself something extravagant and cook a delicious meal, and then entertain myself for a few hours until Jon calls."
"Entertain?" She winked.
"Umm, I sometimes watch erotic videos when he's not home."
She based at me silently for a few moments. "That sounds like what I was planning, too."
