****This is Chapter 4 of an ongoing story. Can it be read alone as fun sexy times between two humans? Absolutely. Is it even more fun if you know Cara was married to a man who made her feel like crap and now she's out exploring her body and learning what she loves? Absolutely.
Enjoy!****
Chapter Four
"I've never been with a woman, but I want to be with a woman."
"I've never been with a woman, but I want to be with a woman."
Cara looked at her reflection and repeated, for the third time as if it would somehow make it even more true, "I've never been with a woman, but I want to do it so fucking badly."
Social media had changed Cara's life. She used the usual ones when the boys were younger to upload pictures of them for her relatives spread across the country. She kept up with people from high school. But it was all superficial. And then she realized she grew up with a bunch of assholes, she didn't want pictures of her kids spread across the internet, and honestly, Brenda, no one wants to buy your stupid leggings.
So, Cara ditched all social media for a while. And then she found Tik Tok. And in Tik Tok she figured out something about herself, something she had never considered because she came of age in the 90's when any sort of dialogue about queerness was simply not done.
Cara never thought she was attracted to women because she didn't find her friends attractive. To Cara, her best friends, including her very openly gay best friend, Angie, were the most beautiful and incredible people in the world. If she wasn't attracted to them, then obviously she couldn't be attracted to women.
Wrong. So, so wrong.
The videos of beautiful women in suits with slicked back hair and tattoos and the delicate ones in lace with cute glasses and shag haircuts. Cara watched the sexy videos, the empowering beautiful women embracing themselves, showing off all that power and her pussy throbbed with excitement.
"I am attracted to women." She grinned, her smile wicked and sexy. "And I'm going to do something about it."
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That something was to tell Angie. Who, in the most Angie way possible, high-fived her, hugged her, squealed something about, "best day ever!" and then brought her to a party the following Friday night.
A party wasn't Cara's usual choice of places to go, but these were Angie's friends, most of whom she knew and the ones she didn't she would be comfortable around.
"And Leigh's going to be there." Angie parked in front of a bungalow on a quiet suburban street.
"What does that mean?"
"Leigh's your type. And Leigh love, love, loves baby gays. Especially horny baby gays."
"I'm not a horny baby gay," Cara sputtered.
"You fuck your next-door neighbor at least once a week. You're horny. You want to fuck a woman. You're gay. "Angie ticked off on her fingers. "You're new to embracing what you've always known. Baby. Leigh isn't a predator, though, so don't worry about that. Just, if you want to do anything, and you want to have fun, trust me, Leigh's your person."
Leigh was not there when they arrived, which Cara's introverted mind was ok with, while Cara's extroverted pussy, was less than thrilled.
There were twenty or so people hanging out, some couples, some single. Angie introduced Cara to everyone, and they sat at the table, talking and playing cards.
Later in the evening, another group joined them, and Cara met Leigh.
Leigh leaned in over the table, eyes dropping to the cleavage spilling out the top of Cara's top and shook Cara's hand. Leigh's grip was firm and smooth. And when their gaze drifted up to Cara's, Leigh winked at her. "Nice to meet you, Cara."
Leigh walked away to talk to the hosts and Angie grinned. "That was hot."
A group of people headed outside to smoke some flower. Angie sent Cara off on her own, happily sipping at her wine and debating Marvel versus DC with a fellow comic book geek. Cara joined the group -- and Leigh -- in Dell's garage. Dell, their host, pulled out a joint and passed it around the group.
Somehow Cara ended up next to Leigh and when Leigh passed her the joint, Cara couldn't help but notice the tattoo along Leigh's collarbone, dipping into their shirt, and wonder what it was, how far it went, and what Leigh's nipples would taste like.
She jerked her eyes up and caught Leigh's own heated gaze. Cara took the joint, fingertips grazing Leigh's, the spark of heat making her pussy pulse.
"Hmmm," Leigh hummed, letting go of the joint. Cara recognized the flare of lust that matched her own. "Cara, right?"
"Yeah. I'm friends with Angie."
"Oh, right. Angie's told me about you. Surprised I haven't seen you around."
Cara shrugged. "I've been hiding out since my divorce."
"Ugh, I'm sorry. That sucks."
"Honestly, I'm happier without him. And I'm starting to realize, a little late in life, that there's a lot more out there in the world than I knew about it. I'm sad I missed it."
"Never too late to embrace it now."
They were leaning closer to each other as they talked. The person next to Leigh cleared their throat and Leigh started. "Oh shit, sorry."
Leigh hit the joint, full lips closing around the end, inhaling gently, blowing smoke past luscious lips, tongue dampening just the edge of a deep cupid's bow, smoke blowing out, over Cara's face, and it was so fucking sexy Cara almost whimpered.
Cara swallowed and took the joint. She hit it, passed it, then turned to Leigh, who turned to her at the same time. Leigh asked, "Do you want to go someplace and talk?"
Cara most certainly wanted to go someplace and talk and then kiss and then see what it would be like to run her mouth down Leigh's tattooed chest to their belly button and lower and lower until --
"Oh, Cara, your face is so expressive," Leigh sighed. "It's so sexy."
With that, the two of them left the smoking circle and returned to the house. Angie was still in the living room with her friends, yelling, "You cannot tell me Marvel cares about people of color!"
She saw Cara and Leigh walk by and she wiggled her eyebrows at Cara. Cara gave her a little wave and followed Leigh down the hallway.
They sat on a loveseat in the library and talked for hours. And when they were done talking, Leigh leaned in, whispered, "Can I kiss you?"
Cara nodded and Leigh kissed her, and the soft lips, the gentle sweep of Leigh's tongue, their smooth cheeks beneath Cara's hands, it was so fucking hot. Cara pulled Leigh closer, deepening the kiss, tongues tangling.
Moaning and panting, they pressed themselves closer to each other, kisses going longer and longer, Leigh's strong arms wrapped around Cara's waist, pulling their bodies tight together. Cara wanted to be naked, wrapped up in this woman, feeling every inch of their bodies pressed together.
Leigh pulled back, taking her time easing her body away from Cara's, pressing soft kisses along her neck, up her chin. She nibbled Cara's ear, sucked her lobe, and
Cara whimpered. Leigh kissed her and leaned back. "What are you doing on Saturday?"
Cara couldn't even think about what she was doing in an hour, she was so distracted by Leigh's kiss swollen lips, at the tits she wanted in her mouth. "I'm not sure."
Leigh asked for Cara's phone and added her number. She leaned forward and kissed Cara again, soft and sexy and so powerful Cara gasped when it ended. "I'd love to cook dinner for you."
It seemed a lot of people wanted to cook for Cara lately. And she loved it. Because in this new world she was discovering, people wanted companionship and sex and fun and some laughs. People wanted to find joy and pleasure in their bodies and find it with her. Cara loved this newfound sexual freedom.
With her own wicked grin, she leaned into Leigh, and kissed them, long and deep, sucking their tongue, making Leigh gasp. "I'll bring dessert."
They returned to the party, leaning against a wall, talking and laughing. Cara made every excuse to lean back against Leigh, to brush their bodies together. Leigh gently traced a single finger from Cara's nape to the base of her spine.
