The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... that Leslie gets hurt, though," Tina pointed out.

"So, you'd rather break them up now and not give love a chance than having to deal with the consequences of it failing? What if Leslie and Ange are the real thing? What if they are each other's one true love?" Jemma asked.

"What? Well, umm, no. Do you think it might be 'one true love'?"

"I have no idea," Jemima admitted. "But neither do they. Nor do you. I'd say they're both adults and let them make their own decisions."

"You won't have to deal with Leslie when this crashes and burns."

"You think you know me well enough to make that judgement, do you?" Jemima queried, her typically laid-back demeanour becoming ruffled."

Taken aback by Jemima's sudden intensity, Tina backpedalled. "What do you mean?"

"I met Leslie once and was so taken by her that I returned just for the chance of bringing her into my life. Leslie fills a need that I have—a need that craves for masculine-looking butch lesbian women. Do you think that would be quenched by just one night of raw, uninhibited sex? No! Whether Leslie hooks up with Angela or not, I hope they'll both want to stay in my life. You, you judgemental bitch, I don't care if you stay beyond tonight or even for tonight."

Tina thought about her words and actions since Leslie had strode into her café with the gorgeously sexy Indian woman and realised that Jemima was right—she'd been judgemental of both Jemima's and Angela's intentions. A judgement neither woman deserved ...

... because neither woman had pretended things were any more than what they were. New friends that have turned into fuck buddies and who may develop into something more.

Her friend was happy. Leslie's eyes glowed, and rare grins, smiles and chuckles kept exploding from her friend. If this was only a single event, or even if it was only a week or a month long, Leslie was enjoying herself. Maybe it was worth having to pick up the pieces when it all came crashing down to have her friend this happy and energised again. And, if Jemima were genuine, which Tina realised she was, she, too, would be there if Angela ended it.

"You're right," Tina admitted. "I've been an overprotective mother hen. Please, disregard everything I've said and done since I got here and let me start again." She took a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing the tension inside her. Then she smiled and held her hand out. "Hi, I'm Tina, Leslie's closest friend. You are?"

"The woman you'll be fucking all night!" Jemima growled, pressing her lushly figured body against the muscular, masculine-looking woman.

"Sounds good to me," Tina chuckled as she groped Jem's ass with one hand and flipped the lamb steaks over with the other.

Jemima disengaged from Tina and headed inside. First bringing more beer and wine to the outdoor table close to the pool, Jem then quickly fetched plates and cutlery and set the table. Holding hands, Leslie and Angela joined her. Ange wanted to sit in Leslie's lap, but Jem warned that ...