AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the follow-up story to
Almost Perfect on Paper.
You don't need to have read that story to still enjoy this simple tale of foursome fun, but feel free to check it out first
1.
It was a little over six weeks after Joanne had first met Bakul and the sight of Bakul's beautiful mouth lapping at her pussy as she sat on her face was a familiar one. Three details made this occasion special, however.
Number one was that it was the first time doing it in 'their' bed. They'd done it in this bed lots of times, but it had always been 'her' bed before. As of last night though they were officially living together. Until now their trysts had been confined to their weekly date nights and date nights had been confined by the availability of childcare. From now on, she could, in theory, have Bakul whenever the mood struck her. In theory, because, last night, like so many cohabitants throughout the ages they'd managed to both fall asleep completely exhausted shortly after the children had gone to bed.
Number two, then, was the corollary of number one. It was their first time doing it during daytime and the first time doing it when they really should be doing something else. The something else in this case was unpacking the rest of Bakul's stuff. It was a Monday, but they'd both taken the day off so that they could deal with the various jobs that moving entailed while the kids were occupied at their schools. It hadn't taken putting many items on shelves for Bakul to decide that it was time 'for a break.' Joanne had agreed on the understanding that she was the one who got to cum. Bakul was a grown woman, but increasingly Joanne had come to realize that she would deliberately play up just so that Joanne would have to act the adult and control her. Her skiving off during unpacking was another manifestation of this.
That led naturally to number three.
The manacles.
Joanne wasn't sure about the manacles. Oh, in terms of taste, they were very nice. One set for wrists and another set for ankles. They were as dainty as you could reasonably expect restraining gear to be and covered in a luxurious red leather. They hadn't been cheap nor had they been a planned purchase. They'd been looking on the Internet for sex toys. Both of them had their own favourites hidden out of reach of their offspring, but Joanne had started them off with the oh-so-cute idea that they should get matching vibrators for play. Then, when Bakul had seen the restraints, Joanne had act the adult again and told her they could get one or the other. To her surprise, she'd taken the restraints.
It all rather suggested to Joanne that she was being set up to be the domme in this relationship. Bakul was only seven years younger than Joanne, but crucially she was still just in her twenties while Joanne had crept over the peak of her thirties and had been left looking at the long drop to being unarguably middle-aged. Bakul played up this relationship and had teasingly starting to call her 'mistress' on their first night together. Joanne could feel it was only a matter of time before she started to play that silly game again.
When that happened, she really was going to have to give her another good spanking.
The restraints had been part of a set. They'd also come with a ball gag which was definitely counter-productive to cunnilingus but and also a collar, leash and blindfold. For the moment they had been bundled up in the highest, least child-accessible part of the wardrobe, but Joanne was sure Bakul would insist they find their way back to the bedside table soon.
Joanne leant forward against the headboard as her climax mounted. It had been a good choice, that bed, as the struts allowed Bakul's arms to go through and then be secured from behind. They'd had to move the bed a little way from the wall, but it had worked quite well. It was funny, Joanne reflected, she still remembered buying that bed from Ikea with her ex-husband a good seven or eight years ago. Oh for a Tardis to go back to that day and tell her past self what she'd end up doing in it.
Her orgasm came suddenly and she let out a deep moan, fastening her thighs tightly around Bakul's ears as she did so and pushing her partner further into the mattress. Joanne shifted and wriggled on her partner's face as her pleasure subsided. Finally, she rolled off onto the bed and lay there panting for a good minute.
"You okay?" asked Bakul after a while.
"Fine," replied Joanne.
"Only we usually talk. You said it was one of the nice things about us. Communication. You didn't say a word through the whole thing."
"You wanted to do it, we did it. We've got work to do." Joanne paused. "No, sorry, I guess that's not really it. I was just thinking, that's all."
"What? You think it's too soon? Moving in together?"
"No, silly, you're the one who thinks it's too soon. You couldn't stay with your Aunt Darpitaa forever and there's no point you trying to look for somewhere affordable in London if we're just three months away or whatever from moving in together anyway. It's a risk, but one where, even if it doesn't work out, we can look back and say 'yeah, I see why we did that'."
"So, what then?" asked Bakul.
"I'm lying here thinking 'You know what? I'm a lesbian. I'm an actually lesbian all of a sudden."
"You keep saying lesbian. We're both bisexual surely?"
"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," said Joanne. "I'm sure you're the sort to argue that a meal with no meat in it isn't a vegetarian meal unless it's eaten by someone who practices vegetarianism."
"No, no, you've got it the wrong way round. Not everyone who eats a vegetarian meal is a vegetarian. That's undeniable. It's more about identity these days, isn't it?"
"Yes, but someone who eats three vegetarian meals each and every day because they're in a committed monogamous relationship with the chef, but keeps bringing up how they're not a vegetarian and makes it a sticking point every time it's raised...Oh look, I don't know. My whole world's turned upside down and it's just...it doesn't feel like I have some lesbian experience. It doesn't feel like I'm merely in a lesbian relationship. Increasingly, I'm just like, okay, I'm a lesbian now. I mean, if you were to break up with me, heaven forfend, I'd be straight onto...onto...actually what dating app do lesbians use?"
"Grindr?" said Bakul uncertainly.
"I'm pretty sure that's men only. Anyway, the point is I'd be straight on the Internet to find out what dating app lesbians use and I'd damn well use it."
"You'd be straight on?"
"Well, I'd cry for a week, and then Lucy would be all like 'Gran, I think there's something wrong with mummy' and then my mother would drive all the way down here with a big bowl of strawberry trifle and we'd talk it all out -- which is a conversation I'd have difficulty navigating given she thinks you're only a housemate. Okay, see how much you mean to me. Distressed enough for you? Right, then I'd pick myself up, dust myself down, and create a dating profile. I just feel like there's this whole world I haven't explored yet."
"Is this going to be about the bars again?" said Bakul.
"No, it isn't. But, yes, I'd like us to go out to a lesbian bar. I think it'd be fun."
"Why? Bars are noisy, expensive, and annoying. I only go out to bars to pull and I've already got you, so...pffft. Complete waste of a good babysitter."
