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Sometimes an individual's sexual awakening can occur in the most mundane of places and at a most unexpected time. Moreover, like the person in this next story, it is not entirely welcomed at first. Read on and enjoy.
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"Hey red, got four quarters for a dollar?"
Melodie Taylor looked up quickly from her book of poetry at the sound of the loud contralto voice. Startled, she thought she would be alone here in the Westside Laundromat. It was after eleven PM and she didn't like being off campus this late, but it was necessary. Studying for her finals had put her way behind in her washing and her sorority sisters in Gamma House were using all the machines in their basement.
Melodie smiled at the salutation. People often made comments about her long red hair, the shimmering tresses cascading down her back to her gently rounded ass. She had tied it off in a long ponytail for her excursion to the Laundromat this evening and she wore no makeup. However, with her rosy skin, green eyes, firm up tilted breasts and shapely legs, she was still beautiful.
Looking down the row of washing machines, she saw two women standing together, holding a large bag of laundry between them. One was tall with short blonde hair pulled up in spikes, her large breasts barely confined in a leather vest and tube top. Her angular face, darting blue eyes, heavily penciled eyebrows and thin lips gave her a sinister appearance. Her short leather skirt barely covered her flared hips and her long, muscled legs were bare. The silver chains on her black motorcycle boots twinkled under the fluorescent lights as she shifted her weight, waiting for an answer to her question.
Her companion was dressed in a similar manner, but she was shorter with shoulder length brown hair, her slim figure seeming almost waif-like next to her full figured companion. She had an amused, almost cynical look on her face, as if she had seen most of what life had to offer and wasn't pleased with it. Her large brown eyes, full lips and tanned skin conveyed a certain rugged beauty, but the feral look in those brown eyes made Melodie uncomfortable.
"I, I have some change," Melodie answered politely. These women seemed a little scary, so she thought she had better be nice to them. Maybe they would just do their washing and leave her alone. The tall woman came striding over, while her companion began sorting their laundry.
"Hi there," the blonde said heartily, offering a crumpled dollar bill to Melodie.
"I'm Kat," she jerked a thumb over her shoulder, "And that's Kitten. Thanks for the change," she said taking the quarters, "What's your name, darlin'?"
"Melodie," she replied shyly, intimidated by the tall woman, "Pleased to meet you, Kat." She waved at the brunette, "Hi Kitten." Kitten grinned at her and winked.
"Kitten and me, we've been on the hogs all day," Kat said in a lower tone of voice. "We ran by the house, grabbed up our undies and decided to have us a wash. I guess we need to jump in there with the clothes, 'cause I know we stink. Kitten likes to take baths, but a shower is good enough for me. What'cha readin' there, darlin'?"
Melodie looked over and saw Kitten loading the washer, whistling softly and seemingly ignoring them. It appeared that Kat felt like talking, so she held out the book for her to examine.
"Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning," she replied. She saw the quizzical look on Kat's face, "It's poetry," she continued, "Do you like poetry?"
Kat's barking laugh startled Melodie. She flinched and stepped back against the humming washer. "No poetry for this girl, darlin'," Kat replied. "Cycle mags and repair manuals are my limit. Too much readin's bad for the eyes."
"Oh, but her poetry is so beautiful," Melodie said. "How do I love thee. Let me count the ways. Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers. I just love it."
Kitten started their washer and walked up behind Kat. She put her arms around her companions' waist and hugged her tightly. "Someone mention lovin'?" she said playfully, her voice low and husky. "That's this lady's middle name, she does it sooo good."
Melodie flinched again.
Are these women Gay?
She wondered. She knew several of her sorority sisters had experimented with Lesbian sex and some had even become lovers. She had been cautiously interested, but her shy and reserved nature kept her from actively seeking a female sex partner.
Besides
, she thought,
my family wouldn't understand and after all, it is just wrong.
"So, where are you from, darlin'?" Kat asked Melodie, plucking at her Gamma Delta Phi t-shirt. "Are you one of the girls from the college, one of those students?"
"Yes, I'm a Senior. I'm majoring in English with a minor in History," Melodie replied, her attention focused on Kat.
Stealthily, Kitten left her place behind Kat and moved to Melodie's other side, placing her between them. She slid closer to Melodie, a provocative smile on her tanned face. The mingled aromas of sweat and wet leather emanating from the women were arousing Melodie, making her pussy wet. Her mouth became dry and her breathing shallow.
"You have beautiful hair," Kitten murmured, lifting a handful of Melodie's red tresses to her nose and taking a deep sniff. "Strawberries, Kat," she said throatily. "She smells like strawberries. She's sooo pretty, ain't she Kat?"
"She's a little doll," Kat replied, edging closer to Melodie, trapping her between their bodies. She began to trail her fingers along Melodie's bare arm, smiling as she saw her nipples poke up under the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
Melodie stiffened as Kitten began to caress her other arm, her warm breath drifting against her ear. She began to panic as Kat took her hand and lifted it to her lips, kissing her palm gently. "What, what are you doing," she said, her voice rising. "I don't like this at all. I don't know you. Stop it right this minute, I mean it."
