The Woman on the Bus
- 6 -
Christy Introduces Melissa to Gina
Saturday night continues...
I wasn't prepared to hear what Melissa just said. I didn't think I had described Gina in such a way that she would want to meet her. I mean, I guessed there was no harm in the matter, but what was the purpose behind Melissa wanting to meet her?
"Why do you want to meet her?" I asked, desperate to know what was on her mind.
"Well, she was the first woman you had sex with despite me being the first you considered it with, so I thought I would ask to meet her since you were the first I was ever with?" She said, uncertain of her words.
"So, you'd like you meet her because she had her face in my pussy before yours?" I asked, inquisitively.
"No, it's not that necessarily, it's just that you said she found me attractive by the way you described me, but I also seem to find her attractive by the way you describe her."
"Fair enough," I said, conceding to her argument, "I'll just have to find a way to get us all together."
"I would enjoy that. I say that with some reservation, though."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, I'm sure you've wondered how I learned all the 'tricks of the trade' as some would say."
I did wonder how she was able to master me being a virgin, but I guess in the grand scheme of things, I was also the virgin there.
"I guess I never thought about it, or I assumed more than I should have. But regardless of that fact, you still seemed more experienced than you let on," I said, waiting for an adequate reply.
"Christina, I'm twenty-five years old. Most girls have had sex with a boy by the time they were sixteen. So, you would think me naΓ―ve being this old without having a cock inside me. You'd be wrong." She said sternly at me. I was a little dismayed by her continued aggression towards me.
"I was born in the age of the internet," she continued. "I've had free access to porn my entire life. I've watched everything from incest to orgy to lesbian videos. While I've not had a penis inside me, I do tend to know what I prefer, and I prefer you more than I do some random
cock
," she said, her voice veering on the edge of a scream by the end.
I touched my hand to her face. "My love, I wasn't trying to offend you. You have as much experience with men as I have with women. We have things we could teach each other. I would rather us teach each other, though, instead of focusing on who has experience with what," I said, hoping she would agree.
"So, are you saying you're mine?" She asked.
I thought about this for a moment. I don't know if she realized that primarily, I was married to Ben. I've already mentioned him at least once, so if she's looking for a solid lesbian, I wasn't the one. Second, she's seemed to have forgotten about Gina who is my very best friend and next best lover. Third, she said she wanted to meet Gina which I assume she wanted to be involved with her much as I am, which means she wanted to fuck both of us.
"I'm yours as often as I can be." I said, without further hesitation.
She understood what that meant and didn't press on. Instead, she asked if Gina would be interested in meeting her. I laughed out loud at that concept because I knew Gina would be absolutely thrilled at meeting the young woman who make me hungry for her pussy.
"Will Gina like me?" she asked.
"Gina will love you simply for the fact that your bold actions alone gave me the presence of mind to seek her out sexually. But I think she also wants to meet you because you're a beautiful woman inside and out.
"So, you will allow me to meet her, then?" She asked.
"As long as you approach her the way you did me, it will be a magical experience for all of us."
"Christy, I don't know much about her so I would absolutely approach her with caution, but knowing she was your first and I assume you were hers, I don't think I have much to worry about, right?" She accurately questioned.
"You're right. I'll mention all of this to her and I have no doubt she'll be on board. Between you and I, she was a little jealous that I'm over here tonight," I admitted.
"Well, since she's already jealous, what say we make her properly jealous?" she said with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" I asked, pretending I had no concept of the situation as it was.
She got up on her knees and pulled me close to her so she could whisper in my ear. "Rub my pussy, bitch," she whispered to me.
I was taken back a little by the sudden change in her tone, but she pulled back and looked me in the eye. Her eyes had a sense of confidence about them, but also trepidation as she appeared to need validation for her actions. It occurred to me for just a moment that I may have been an experiment for her. She was coming into her sexuality, and she needed someone to play with who wouldn't destroy what turned out to be fragile confidence.
"Bitch, eh?" I said, lurching forward and grabbing her hair. "It seems someone has found themselves on the wrong side of that track, little girl." I said while smiling.
"Oh, god, yes. Pull it harder," she said through gritted teeth.
"Who's the bitch now?" I said as I plunged two fingers into her pussy.
"Me! I'm your bitch, if you'll allow it!"
I felt as if she was acting out some video she saw on the internet or some dream she had. I slid three fingers in her pussy and left my pinky finger to explore her asshole. I was going to be the dominant one there. Again, it seemed she was simply testing the waters.
"Please fuck my ass," she whimpered.
"How do you want me to fuck you? Would you like this," I said, inserting my pinky in her ass, "or would you prefer this," I added, removing two fingers from her pussy and replacing my pinky with them. She groaned louder at the latter.
"I see you enjoy that. Would you like me to continue that or would you like me to fuck you with that fake cock over there?" I said, motioning my head to the side table where the strap-on was.
"That one," she said motioning her eyes to the side table, since my hold on her hair prevented her from moving her head and her hands were braced on my shoulders.
"I see. If I let go, you'll be a good little girl, won't you?" I asked, removing my fingers from her and looking her in the eye like a mom scolding her daughter.
"Yes, ma'am," she whimpered again.
I released my hold on her hair and got off the bed when I suddenly had an idea.
"If you're an extra good girl, I'll do something special for you. Can you do that?" I asked, maintaining my mom-like dominance over her.