The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... back here for more sex, you voracious slut!"

Less than thirty minutes later, Jemima, whose makeup was done to emphasise her sharp, aristocratic nose and angular cheekbones understatedly, sat in Leslie's lap, sideways across the bike. Gayle's pink crash helmet was on her head, ruining her carefully coifed hair, and her arms were wrapped around the muscular woman's bull neck. As she had the previous night, Jemima squealed with delight as Leslie gunned her bike and roared down the street. An exhilarating forty-minute ride later, Jemima, whose braless nipples were tenting her sundress, slid gracefully off Leslie's lap and adjusted her sundress back to decency.

Casually groping the gorgeous, milk chocolate-coloured Indian woman's ass, Leslie guided her inside. Pulling back and holding a seat in a position that would force all the cafe's customers to walk past her, Leslie sat Jemima down and then crossed to her friend, Tina, who was standing at the front counter.

"Who's the honey box?" Tina, another butch lesbian, although not as masculine looking as Leslie, asked.

"My current squeeze," Leslie gloated, smiling back at Jemima and giving her a slight wave.

"Gawd!" Tina despairingly said as Jemima smiled and waved back. "I don't suppose she has a lesbian sister?"

"Don't know," Leslie pretended to muse. "I must have forgotten to ask as I fucked her senseless last night."

"You didn't!" Tina gasped.

"I did!" Leslie confirmed. "When I tribbed her sweet little ...

... cunt, she orgasmed so hard that she passed out!"

"Get out of here!" Tina exclaimed. "Bitch! Okay, okay. Enough with the skiting. I take it that you'll have your usual. What does the honey dripper want?"

"The acai berry bowl with fresh fruits, organic cereals and almond milk. Chai Latte to drink."

"How do you know that?" Tina wonderingly asked. "Did she tell you before you got here?"

"Look at the classy dame, Tina. How many birds that beautiful eat anything resembling real food?"

"You're right," Tina grinned. "One trucker's breakfast with extra bacon and a large black coffee, plus an acai bowl with a chai latte coming up."

"How did you know?" Jemima gushed as Tina placed her bowl and latte before her.

"Just lucky," Leslie dismissively said.

They ate happily, with Leslie faint-heartedly trying to smack Jem's hand with the flat of her knife when Jemima snuck some of her crispy-fried bacon.

Tina brought refills for their coffee. Stopping to place them on their table, she looked disbelievingly from her masculine, bullish-looking friend to the exquisite Indian woman sitting beside her. "So, how did you two meet?" She asked, her curiosity boiling out.

Jemima began to answer honestly, but Leslie interrupted. "About a month ago, Jem came into The Fox looking for a bit of fun. She found it, and we've been an item since."

Not one to be slow on the uptake, Jemima softly kissed Leslie's thin lips and added, "So much fun!"

"Uh huh," Tina denied. "I'm not ...