A Bit Rough
"Now that's what I'm talking about," said a woman named Nova, to whom I'd just been introduced. She was one of four other ladies of color seated in Naomie's living room when I arrive that night. She was dark skinned and shorter than me. She walked around me several times examining my presence. "Yeah, Naomie, you picked yourself a hot little piece of ass here."
My face began to turn red from embarrassment. I'd dressed in a pair of dark stocking held up with a garter belt and a skirt so short the straps showed. I could tell the other women were leering at me, hungrily sizing me up.
"I didn't know you were a queergirl, too," came a voice I instantly recognized. It was Rasha, our yoga instructor from the gym. "My, my, if I'd known, I'd have hit this thing a long time ago." She began to run her hands across my breasts and down toward my crotch. I was almost mortified to be suddenly outed to someone I knew, but not enough that I didn't shiver with sexual excitement as her hand gently squeezed my pubic mount area through the fabric of my skirt.
I looked at Naomie for an explanation of what I'd walked into.
She seemed to read my bewilderment. "Oh, I'm gonna be passing you around tonight. Sapphire's share and share alike, girl. You're too good to keep all to myself."
Naomie stood in front of me, silently undid the buttons of my blouse, and tugged it open to expose my lavender half-bra. My nipples as they became excited protruded over the edge. She dropped the shirt to the floor and then removed my skirt. Without thinking, I licked my lips, as she ran her fingers over my lavender panties. I knew I would not be retaining them much longer.
My bra was the next to go and Nova and Naomie each suckled on my nipples. My breathing became faster and faster. I was already near the edge of an orgasm. My mind began to drift toward the rush it was about to enjoy. My eyes closed tightly and I began to shake. Conflicted feelings of shame and elation played electrically across my brain and pussy.
"No, not just yet, Joy." Naomie suddenly and callously torn me away from the moorings of my enchanting frenzy. "This is Maylene. She's going to be the first to bring your off tonight."
My attention was directed to a woman seated on the sofa. She appeared to be in her late forties. She sat with a distinguished air that seemed elevated above the rest of us in the room. As physically attractive as each of the women in the room was, even at her age, she was easily far more beautiful that all of us.
Although it had been ten years since I last seen her picture, I recognized her immediately. This was Maylene Wilson. At one time, she'd been on the covers of Glamour, Cosmo, Elle and even had a Sport Illustrated cover featuring her in a barely-there bikini to her credit. I remembered her well from my teenage years.
"Why don't you come sit next to me, baby?" She patted a spot of the sofa.
I had no idea Maylene, once called the face of her generation for over two years, was into women. The gossip sheets of the era followed her many rumored affairs with Hollywood's handsomest actors. My knees began to shake as I walked to the sofa and snuggled up next to her. She was elegantly dressed and I was in nothing but a garter, stocking and heels.
"Spread your legs, honey. I want everyone to see me bring you off." She proceeded to kiss me passionately. I'd never had sex with anyone well known, much less world-renowned at one time. My tongue followed hers back into her mouth, as her fingers explored my wide opens slit.
My hands attempted to move to her breasts, but I was physically rebuffed. "No, baby, not yet. You'll get plenty of chances later, but for now, the Sapphire's want to watch you cum."
I fought mentally to retain my composure. I needed my time with her to continue. I wanted her to continue to hold me and play with my sluttish snatch for as long as the evening lasted. It wasn't to be.
I screamed aloud as a jot of lust from my pussy shot up my spine. I wreathed in pleasure uncontrollably. "Please don't stop. I need it so fucking bad." The blast of my climax was so powerful that tears extruded from my eyes. I struggled to keep from passing out. Maylene kissed me gently once more and then allowed me to the slump on to the sofa while I recovered.
I didn't care if all the others in the room watched as I rubbed at my clitoris still trying to take in the final after embers of my explosion. I was beyond the capability of feeling shame. I panted and wiped the perspiration from by brow as I sat up.
"Welcome to the Sapphire Society," Naomie beamed.
I assumed the name was a play on the word Sapphic, another term for lesbianism. Perhaps this was my initiation. "Am I a member now?"
Nova was the first to laugh and then said, "Girl, you can't be a Sapphire. Do you even know what a Sapphire is?"
"I'm bi. Is the group only for gay women?"
Nova laughed again at my obvious confusion.
