Prologue:
I'm back. Glad to be back too, and I hope you were all good while I was away.
The following is a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives' Club (LCWC) series, and as always, I recommend reading the prior one first. Especially in the case, since it's been so long between the two. As for this installment, I'm going to publish/post it in two parts versus one whereas I'm personally not a fan of long stories. Mainly because I'm not nearly as good a story teller as others are here on literotica, and as a result, most people wouldn't make it to the end. And I promise to publish the second part in a week or two so you won't have long to wait for the conclusion.
As for this part, there isn't much actual sex, so please bear with it until the second part. Thank you.
Comments are always welcomed, and encouraged, as long as they are constructive.
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Part One:
I arrived at the Electric Percolator early on Thursday with the intention to talk with Sandra for a bit before Nancy arrived. Just her and I for a change if possible so I could get to know her better.
Sandra has always intrigued me as she was the only full-fledged lesbian I knew. Unlike me with being bisexual, and it coming about late in life, I was curious about how she dealt with it in a small Midwestern town. As pretty as she is, I assumed she didn't have any trouble finding other like minded women, but I couldn't imagine there were many in our rural part of the state. Being seventy-five miles from any large metropolitan area with its more diverse population.
I was also curious if she had a "partner", or relied on random "hook-ups" to satisfy her sexual needs, of which I assumed the latter wouldn't be easy since I wasn't aware of any lesbian bars or similar venues in our relatively small community.
But unfortunately it wasn't to be since she called in sick and it would have to wait until another day.
As I waited for Nancy, who wouldn't arrive for another half hour, I received a text message on my phone. It was from Donna, who I was beginning to wonder about after our get-together on Tuesday. More importantly, her thoughts about what occurred after she had time to think about it.
Donna: Are you there Lacey?
Me: Yes, and I was beginning to wonder about you.
Donna: Well you did ask me to think about things, and not to contact you until I did. Can you talk instead of texting?
Me: As much as I'm not a fan of texting, it's best we do since I'm in a public place. And I'm pleased you took a day or two to think things over like I suggested. The question is, how do you feel now that you have?
Donna: I haven't thought about anything but.
Me: I can well imagine. Sorry about that.
Donna: No reason to be. It was incredible, and to think it was with another woman. The only regret is I wasn't able to reciprocate.
To make a long story short, after we had a lengthy discussion about her long simmering curiosity and desire to have sex with another woman, I went down on her. To be more specific, I ate her pussy like only another woman can, and it was incredible for both of us. One of the nicer pussies I've had the pleasure to go down on, and her orgasm was like a long dormant volcano erupting.
Ever since I've satisfied my own curiosity about sex with another woman, I've performed cunnilingus on more than my fair share in a relatively short time. As well as being orally serviced by every woman I've had the pleasure to go down on. That's all except for Donna, and mainly because of a time constraint. Plus I also wanted her to be sure having another woman's face between her legs wasn't something she'd regret.
Me: I can fully appreciate another woman orally pleasuring your pussy, but I was concerned you might have second thoughts afterwards. It wouldn't be unusual, and if you did, and I didn't want to make it worse by you going down on me.
Donna: It did make it worse.
I couldn't help but think of the first time another woman went down on me. And although it was under the same kind of situation where I couldn't reciprocate, it still proved to be an amazing introduction to what sex was like with another woman. And like Donna was probably feeling, I couldn't wait to take the next step in my introduction to Sapphic sex.
Donna: Are you still there Lacey?
Me: Yes, I was just thinking about something.
Donna: So when can we get together again, this afternoon maybe?
Me: I wish we could, but I'm here at the Electric Percolator waiting on someone who should be here any minute.
Donna: Unfortunately I have plans for tomorrow and the weekend wouldn't be good, so maybe one day early next week?
Me: Should be possible, but let's talk on Monday and we'll go from there. Okay?
Before she could reply.
Me: I just noticed my friend exit her car in the parking lot so I need to go.
After a short pause.