"It was a little more than two years ago that you showed up in my lesbian bar, Sandra. As I recall, you presented yourself as the hot young lipstick lesbian in that form hugging red dress and fuck me pumps. You were a sensation, weren't you?"
"I dunno know, I guess so, Nadine. I was only 20. I was young and foolish. I didn't understand the scene."
"Before the night was over you had told half the women in the bar that you were done with men forever, and that you had found where you belonged, with your sisters. Just before closing I saw you in a corner snogging with some of the other lipsticks."
"Like I say, Nadine, I was young. I was horny. It was so exciting to be making out with other women for the first time."
"You sure weren't hesitant about jumping into the sex scene. I think you were in my bar five nights a week, making out with a new girl or two every time. And across the entire lesbian spectrum. Everything from fems to dykes. A few of them not very attractive. You were quite the slut, Sandra."
"I had this weird idea that all of us women were in it together, so if another woman wanted me, who was I to deny her? Besides, you know how highly sexed I am."
"I've never liked men, so I don't know what it's like transitioning from liking one gender preference to another. But believe me, I watched you with great skepticism. From my younger days I'd seen enough girls claim to switch from men to women, but primarily to infuriate their husbands or boyfriends. We women will do anything to get revenge on men."
"Were you ever involved in one of those relationships?"
"Unfortunately, I had a couple of flings with those types of pseudo lesbians. I really learned my lesson from my sizzling relationship with Ruth. After six months of being in love in what was supposed to be a committed lesbian relationship, she announced that she was pregnant. Pregnant! That cheating, cock-loving bitch."
"Nadine, I'm so sorry. I really am."
"You tried to seduce me, didn't you Sandra? But at age 30 I'd seen enough of your type and was able to resist you. At least for awhile."
"So what changed?"
"You kept coming into my bar despite me rejecting you, and after about six months you really seemed to have matured. It wasn't all sex anymore. And you became active in many of lesbian movement activities. Plus you're so damn attractive."
"Yes, but by then I'd stopped dressing provocatively."
"It didn't matter what you were wearing, as by then we'd all seen every bit of your gorgeous body. And no matter what you wear, you have that way of walking that suggests you're dying to be fucked right then."
"I finally fell hard for you, ignoring my best instincts," continued Nadine. My longtime lesbian friends warned me to stay away from a new one like you. But I couldn't. By then you seemed so pure and natural."
"We had it good, didn't we?"
"I'll never forget our first kiss. It almost gave me vertigo. And the first time you went down on me, well, you made me cum more than I ever had before. Which makes your cheating all the more painful."
"It was so exciting," said Sandra, ignoring Nadine's last comment. "I get wet just thinking about it."
"We were the talk of our group. How great we were together. After just a couple of weeks everyone said that we were the perfect lesbian couple. That we'd be together forever."
"The sex was out of this world."
"Yes, it was. And the kicker was that bondage is my thing, and you'd never been tied up before. I couldn't believe how perfect your tits looked when I bound them tightly for the first time."
"Yeah, well I couldn't believe how great it felt to be so submissive. To be made helpless by Nadine, the alpha lesbian. I was in heaven."
"Almost immediately we were the stars of every lesbo bondage workshop. And the crowds were two and three times larger than ever before. Everyone, even those who weren't really into bondage, wanted to see how I would bind you up. And how much you loved it."
"Do I ever remember! There were only two kinds of women there. Those who wanted to be you, and those who wanted to be me. I think most of them wanted to be me, tied up and completely at your mercy."
"You were so orgasmic, Sandra. You came more often and harder than any woman I'd been with. And your tongue was a miracle. Nobody knows how to torture my pussy with pleasure like you do."
"I love every bit of your pussy, Nadine, that's why."
"So bitch, where were you last night? Why didn't you come home? Why didn't you at least call?"
"It's complicated. That afternoon I'd gotten a text from an old college friend asking to get together for a drink to catch up."
"Tell me, Sandra, was this a male or female friend?"
"Male."
"Just as I suspected, bitch. And had he ever fucked you before."
"It was James. I've told you about him. We'd been in love and fought bitterly for nearly two years at university. In the end he was such an ass that we broke up. He's the reason I've given up men for good."
"Yet somehow you decided to see him again?
"I guess."
"You guess? Did you text him back that you were in a committed relationship with a woman?"
"Well, I called him back and told him."
"You called him instead of blowing him off with a text? What did he say?"
"He said that it was hot me having what he called a 'lesbo fling'. He said the idea of me going down on a woman made his dick hard."
"That prick! Why didn't you just hang up."
"I don't know, dammit. James just has a way of charming me. After resisting for the longest time, I agreed to meet him for a drink. But just one."
"Oh sure, Sandra. You bitch. And what did you wear?"
