Party Girl
Chapter 5
Her phone buzzed and chimed. Eugene was calling once again. As before Katrina let it go to voicemail. She didn't have time for him now, she was having the time of her life. She and her girlfriend were on their first real date. The first half of the day was spent shopping. They tried on clothes; most were well out of Katrina's meager budget. But Jenny insisted on picking up the tab for the entire day.
Then they got manicures, pedicures and even got waxed. In a relationship now Jenny wouldn't need to prove she was a natural redhead to anyone, so she was eager to remove her red fur. If that wasn't enough, true to her word, the last stop before dinner was at a local tattoo/piercing boutique where Katrina would finally get her piercings. One gold bar in each of her nipples and a gold ring on her left labia. It didn't hurt as much as Katrina thought it would. However, she was dismayed to learn it meant she'd not be able to enjoy sex-play for a few months while she healed. Undaunted, she concluded she could still provide her girlfriend with sex, she'd have to be satisfied eating pussy and sucking tit.
That was pretty naïve of her not to consider recovery time, Jenny thought. Katrina was usually so thorough in her thought process. Nevertheless, she suggested they could step back their love making to simple kissing and light fondling while Katrina healed. Which they tried for the first week, until Katrina insisted on eating Jenny's pussy, just to keep in practice.
When Katrina finally returned Eugene's calls she was aloof, distant, and cold. Eugene was excited to tell his girlfriend how well things had been going and how he'd finally made his way into the starting lineup. Asking if she had watched any of the games, thinking she'd have some comments on what Barkley had said about him, he waited. When Katrina's response was less than enthusiastic he wanted to know what had changed. She told him nothing. He professed his love and reminded her of their plan. He was sticking to it; she was his girlfriend; they were in this together.
When he was done Katrina said,
"Really? It seemed to me that your
girlfriend
was sitting in the arena among the coaches."
It took him a moment to understand that she meant Dr. Sandy.
"You know that's her job, right? She's looking after our interest, Kat! She keeps me calm and focused throughout the game."
His therapy sessions were now just once a week. He'd drop by her office for his tune-up. Sandy would reinforce her conditioning, and he'd fuck her to three or four excellent conclusions while she'd allow him to cum once himself, usually with a blow job. He'd leave an hour later feeling great, unaware how he was being manipulated and that they'd been intimate.
But Katrina knew. She knew she'd lost. It was inevitable. She wasn't there for him. She'd failed as his girlfriend. She didn't share Eugene, like she promised. As a result, she became a lesbian. That's how these things work. She wondered how many lesbians were gay because they failed their men. On some level she wondered how she could have shared Eugene when she was still in Lincoln, but that was splitting hairs. It was her one job and she had failed.
She wasn't just a lesbian, but she was a lesbian in a committed relationship. She remembered gazing lovingly into Jenny's beautiful green eyes, running her fingers through her fiery red hair and kissing her passionately. She was lucky to have found a woman like Jenny. She'd never imagined herself with a woman more than ten years her senior and certainly never thought she'd be with a white woman. There were so many of her girlfriends she could imagine being with. Her mind took her back to all the cheerleader practices and showers afterwards. Remembering vividly images from their showers. Brown, black, white, and yellow, thin, and full-figured naked women. Big tits with dark brown nipples, and those pale white women with their flat asses, and the few Asian women too. She was becoming aroused, and the few openly gay and bisexual women that were on the squad.
"Why didn't she make a play for any of them, she was bisexual back then, right?"
Eugene was still talking, but she had no idea what he'd said.
"Are you listening to me? You graduate in a few months. You are moving to Boston. You'll move in with me, and I'll help you find a job."
"No Darius! You'll be on the road all the time. I don't know anyone there. I'd be lonely and miserable. No, I'm not doing that."
Eugene was crushed. That was their plan. Worse, she called him by his first name. She never did that, not even when she was angry with him.
"Look I have to go. I still have a lot of studying to do and a paper to finish. It was nice talking to you. Good luck with your next game."
She hung up, leaving Eugene crushed with tears falling from his eyes.
The Celtics lost their next two games. Although on paper his numbers looked good, Darius' play was lethargic and uninspiring. His coaches noted that he missed several potential plays, turned the ball over too many times and didn't play anywhere near his potential. The general manager had unpleasant words for Sandy and the pressure was on. She was due to meet with Eugene the next day. She'd get to the bottom of this. He had embarrassed her. He'd pay for that.
Chapter 6
The wives of NBA players are a closed knit group. Some require more support than others, those with large families need less. Nevertheless, many experience the same issue, the problem of being
"nouveau riche"
. Those whose husbands become stars have he added problem of their new celebrity status. For the most part wives and children remain anonymous, until in public with their husbands, then things could become difficult. The worst part for the wives are all the young women trying to fuck their husbands, particularly during the regular season and while the team was on the road. It takes a strong woman to marry an NBA player. Fortunately, many wives have become close, sharing stories, and helping each other get through the rough patches. And others like Carmen and Gail became even closer. Having children to raise wasn't always enough. Many wives, like Carmen and Gail, had given up budding careers in order to support their husbands. Their "little club" as they call it, offered something special. They would meet when the team was on the road, watch the games together and party a little afterwards. After making the mistake of reading the "gossip tabloids", and watching certain so-called sports shows, the wives cherished these girls nights.
After most of the wives went home and Carmen and Gail finished off the wine, they shared the intimate details of their failing marriages. Through their tears, they hugged consoling and comforting each other. In a weak moment their lips met, and they connected on another level. Gail was shy but passionate, and Carmen was the aggressor. Boldly she was the first to become intimate, capturing Gail's neither lips with her mouth and doing the things her husband had once done to her. It was her first pussy. Gail never imagined she'd be hooked on titties, but she loved sucking on Carmen's tits, her fascination with her nipples was almost comical. Eventually she too went muff diving and loved the taste of her friend and mostly how it made Carmen feel. For now, they didn't care what their husbands did, they had each other.
"I still say we should have called ahead,"
Carmen complained.
"What if she's found herself another man?"
"Not likely. Remember what Dr. Mills told her. It's more likely that she's shacked up with a motorcycle dyke that has her turning tricks at a local bar than being with another man."
Gail replied as they waited for their "Uber" to arrive. Neither had ever been to Lincoln Nebraska, it was a big little city.
"This is a very white city. We can't be more than five percent of the population here. What's she doing in this place?"
Carmen asked as she surveyed her surroundings from the airport's ground transportation area.
"She's a college student, remember. She met Darius here. Both were here on scholarships. Look, there's our ride."
A few minutes later the Uber pulled into the driveway of the small two-bedroom home, with instructions to stay put in case they'd need a ride to a local hotel. They knocked on the door, when there was no answer, they knocked again. This time hearing footfalls and the voice that asked,
"why don't you use your key."
When Katrina opened the door she froze. "
Gale? Carmen? What are you doing here?"
Images of them naked as she ate their pussies at the party turned orgy flooded her mind and she blushed. Then her face changed.
"Is Eugene alright?"
"Who's Eugene,"
Carmen asked.
"Shut up, Carmen,"
Gail said looking a Carmen in disbelief,
