A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts - Sex Stories

A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts

... down and ordered our drinks. It was still a bit early, the place usually didn’t get crazy until11, but some action was already under way. I said nothing as both the young dyke and my hopefully future dyke became immersed in the sexuality of the scene. The dance floor was only about a third full, but entertainment was still available. While most of the women were dancing as though it was any other club, a couple of couples were not. Two women were kissing passionately, each with the other’s ass in their hands, while in the corner, a woman, at least 40, had her dressed raised and a girl, probably in her mid-twenties, had her hand under the dress and was clearly fingering her. When Gwen saw this she had a look of complete surprise, yet she did not look away. Emma was looking everywhere trying to take it all in. I said to Gwen, “It is rude to stare.” Gwen looked away and to me and said, “I just can’t believe anyone would do something so intimate in such a public place.” I smiled and said, “Oh that is nothing. In here everything goes. See over there, the woman in the gold cocktail dress. That is Megan, she is a friend of mine. Look closer, can you see the shoes from under the table?” (Author’s note: If you want to learn more about Megan and her seduction of her 18 year old babysitter read my Bedding the Babysitter series...the last half of part 2 occurs at the exact same time as this chapter.) Gwen did and it took her a while to process what was clearly occurring. “Is she?” ...

... Emma answered for me as she said, “She is being serviced, isn’t she?” “Yes, she is. And you see that younger girl who just returned to the table?” “Yes,” Emma said. “This is her first time here.” “How do you know,” Emma inquired. “Look at her. She is constantly looking around, but not making eye contact. She keeps fidgeting with her hands. Her face clearly displays both nervousness and insecurity. I bet she has only come out in the past month, maybe even the past week. Actually knowing Megan, that young ripe girl just lost her lesbian cherry last night.” “Wow,” said Emma star struck. All three of us watched as two other girls joined Megan at the table and then saw the girl crawl back up from underneath. After a minute or two, a second girl crawled under the table. Finally, Gwen shot her second drink since getting here as she said, “Really?” I turned to her and said, “Everyone feels safe here. You can let out any sexual inhibitions and what happens at the club, stays at the club. For example, watching all this has made me pretty horny and I have a cute little dyke craving my pussy don’t I?” Gwen briefly thinking I was referring to her began to protest, weakly I may add, “I, um, am getting married.” But she caught on when I said, “Emma, on your knees.” Emma looked at Gwen, smiled and said, “If she won’t please you, I will.” She got on her knees and crawled under the table. I opened my legs, making sure my knee touched Gwen’s. I felt my thong move slightly and then a tongue began ...