"You can't be a butch dyke if you've never seduced a straight woman."
So, on that morning Katrina woke thinking it would be nice to hang out with her neighbors. She began initiating conversations, complimenting them on their attire and just being warmer and friendly. It was natural for them to reciprocate. Due to their proximity, she saw Joan the most and her charms made an immediate impact. From her home she could see into Joan's yard and into some rooms if they both left the window curtains drawn.
They would wave at each other occasionally during the day when Katrina wasn't in classes. When Joan was with her toddlers in the yard, Katrina could see them playing. Joan began leaving the curtains drawn all the time. Katrina would come home and see Joan doing her yoga in braless skimpy outfits. Katrina would counter. She'd see Joan trying not to be obvious as she watched Katrina stretching and exercising in tight shorts and a baggy tee with nothing to restrain Katrina's oversized tits.
Not long afterwards Katrina watched Joan sunning herself in her yard as her toddler played in her kiddie pool, and the baby slept nearby. Joan wore a tiny bikini with her top unlatched just covering her larger milk filled tits. When the toddler did something unexpected, Joan jumped up quickly forgetting her top wasn't attached baring her breasts as she tended to her child and then checked on the sleeping baby, apparently unbothered by her naked breasts fully aware that Katrina was watching.
When Katrina was once again exercising in her den a day later, she had a wardrobe malfunction, exposing her girls for several minutes before she realized she'd been treating Joan to the sight of her glorious breasts. Things continued to escalate until Katrina no longer had to imagine what her neighbor looked like naked. One morning she saw Joan in the kitchen nude sitting at the table using her breasts pump. Joan had regained her pre-pregnant physique through hours of exercise and sheer will. Quite the accomplishment considering she'd only given birth to her youngest child just four months ago. Her abs had recovered, and her breasts were huge on her tiny frame and the unattended tit was leaking milk. Rarely did Katrina see Joan's husband, he traveled a lot for his job, and Katrina realized that Joan was indeed lonely.
Quickly throwing on suitable running attire, she raced out to join them. They greeted her warmly, complimented her on her new hairstyle and jogged the three-mile course they did every morning. Although they often ran side by side, through the quiet midmorning streets, occasionally they had to run in a single file. At which time, Joan and Katrina would play a game of taunting each other when switching positions, one leading as the other followed. The leader giving extra shakes of their ass, teasing the other. At the end of the run, the neighbors dispersed to go home and shower and resume their day, Joan used that opportunity to ask Katrina over for a cup of coffee.
Katrina was sure it was more than coffee Joan was interested in. The way Joan looked at her, said her name and encouraged her to add to the conversations, left little doubt of her interest. Despite being attracted to each of her neighbors, Katrina felt the petite dishwater blonde and her ponytail would be lively in bed.
No sooner had they entered her home, than Joan turned and pulled Katrina into a passionate kiss. The sweaty women swapped spit for several minutes as their hands roamed and quickly disappeared inside the other's shorts and tops. Joan was delighted to learn that Katrina had neglected to wear panties, and Katrina was eager to have taste Joan's milk. It didn't take long for Katrina to pull off Joan's top and open the flaps of her nursing bra. Her nipples were leaking in anticipation. Katrina quickly latched on to a nipple and sucked. She was immediately rewarded with a mouthful of baby's milk. It didn't taste like she thought it would, not at all like pasteurized cow's milk, but she found it sweet and couldn't get enough. As Katrina nursed, Joan felt a warming grow within her core and soon her panties too were leaking.
Reluctantly she pulled Katrina from her task and suggested they move to her bedroom. Once there, they quickly shed their running clothes and shoes, and Katrina followed Joan into the bed. As she returned to Joan's tits, she guided Katrina to her pussy by putting her knee between Katrina's legs and spreading them. She now had unlimited access to Katrina's very wet pussy. She fingered her for a while as Katrina's nursing was driving her closer to her first orgasm with a woman. Realizing what was happening and being satisfied with her consumption of milk, Katrina moved them into a position where both had easy access to each other's nether region. Her suspicions were confirmed, Joan had a large brown nest of hair covering her pussy. Which also confirmed that Joan and her husband weren't having much sex.
As Katrina moved forward and began parting the bush with her hands she told Joan,
"We're going to have to do something with this, later on."
Joan blushed, wanting to explain, but Katrina had already put her tongue to work, leaving Joan to only moan loudly, knowing she wouldn't last long. On her back, legs spread wide, milk leaking from her nipples again, and her neighbor's tongue in her pussy, Joan came for the first time in months. Katrina was rewarded with plenty of Joan juice and keeping up as her ministrations had Joan screaming and producing more. When Katrina tired, her jaw aching, Joan pulled Katrina to her lips, and they kissed passionately. Intrigued by her lover's jewelry, Joan played with first her nipple piercings pulling on the nipple bars and then fingering the ring and bar below. The foreplay had Katrina moaning loudly and on the brink of her first orgasm. When Joan stopped abruptly, Katrina was openly disappointed until Joan swung around facing the bald wet pussy. She'd been wondering if she would eat Katrina's pussy. She'd never done anything remotely like that before. She wasn't gay or even thought of being with another woman. It was only because of how good a job Katrina had done on her was she even considering such a thing.
It was beautiful, she thought as she stared at Katrina's pussy. It looked like a flower opening to the morning sunshine. She'd tasted herself on her husband's cock many times. She'd become masterful at blowjobs; it was part of their foreplay during their infrequent lovemaking sessions. Later it was how she welcomed him home from his business trips and she'd tasted the remains of the women he'd been fucking. She'd suspected that he was cheating, but now she knew for certain. But with two young children to care for she didn't know what to do, was a divorce an option? So, she kept it to herself.
Now looking at Katrina's beautiful pussy, she spread it wide and went for it. Immediately, she loved the stronger musky taste. Knowing what she liked on the rare occasions when her husband ate her pussy, she experimented. When she discovered what Katrina liked by the sounds of her moans and panting, she did more of that. When she came, Joan locked her mouth around Katrina's pussy capturing all the tangy juice and while concentrating lightly on her clit making more.
When the baby cried from the other room, they realized they'd been together too long, and Joan's obligations were most important. When Joan returned Katrina was dressed once again and the still naked mom was cradling her infant as she had latched on to one of her lactating nipples, as the other leaked down her chest.
Understanding she needed to leave, Joan didn't try to stop her.
"Can we do this again? I'll clean up downstairs,"
she grabbed her pubic bush.
With her programming fulfilled having seduced a straight woman and having her rethink her orientation. Or at the very least wanting more Katrina declined.
"My husband is cheating on me, with different women while on his business trips,"
she confessed as tears ran down her face.
"I need this. Please Katrina, this is the first sex I've had with another person in months."
Katrina didn't need another relationship. But with Jenny out of town for at least a week, without a steady fuck buddy, Katrina knew she'd be on the prowl. Reluctantly she agreed, only if Joan would do something about her bush, and that this was their secret. No one else could know. Joan quickly agreed and asked if they could meet tomorrow. Katrina smiled slyly, grabbed her free tit and nipple aimed it at her mouth and squeezed, shooting a thin stream of milk into her mouth, and swallowing it.
"I've classes in the morning and you've a family to care for."
Quickly Joan replied,
"Email me your class schedule and I'll put together a possible itinerary."
Katrina shrugged and walked towards the front door with Joan and baby close behind.
"Go through the yard, if you want to keep this our secret."
How Joan made time for a waxing, manicure and pedicure before their evening rendezvous was beyond Katrina's understanding. She responded to the schedule, scrutinizing it, and agreeing to most of the possible days and times, but reserved the right to cancel when necessary, promising only to call or text within two hours. Additionally, their agreement could be over just as quickly. Joan understood that to mean Katrina was already in a relationship. That was fine with Joan, she didn't need a relationship, right now. What she needed was more sex. She also needed to know if she was hooked on pussy or in love with Katrina.
