A Lesbian Love Story of Sorts

“I can’t imagine.”

“Really?” I ask, “I am guessing that when you and Rob are in bed, he is the one in control. Isn’t he?”

Gwen looked down and after a long, long pause said, “I suppose.”

“Girlfriend, you can tell me,” I said supportively, “After all, you know everything about me now.”

Gwen paused and then said, “Yes, Rob is the aggressor in the bedroom.”

“Do you obey him?” I questioned.

“Yes, I suppose I do.”

“And it gets you off being submissive to him?”

“Yes,” she blushed.

“So you and I are not much different then. Only I like to be in charge usually. I like to make a woman go places she only dreamed about. I like to get them to take risks that are extreme. With such submission, comes complete pleasure.”

Gwen was hypnotized by my words. I knew I could take her now, but I wanted to wait, they say all good things come to those who wait. Plus I didn’t want to just fuck her, which would be easy; I wanted her to fall in love with me. I wanted her to completely submit to me as a lover. So I said, “Time for a dare.”

Gwen looked at me questioningly as I opened my purse and pulled out the two eggs. I turned them on and inserted one in my pussy. I then handed the other to her and said, “I dare you to put this egg in you until we leave the club.”

Gwen took the egg, looked at it, and without saying a word, without breaking eye contact, inserted the egg inside her pussy. I smiled and said, “Let’s dance.”

I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. As we danced it was clear she was drunker than I thought. Twice she stumbled forward and I caught her from falling. I took the first opportunity to slide my hand up the back of her ass, my hand staying way longer than necessary. The second time I actually caught her by her breasts, and leaned her back up, my hands still cupping her large breasts.

When the song ended, she said she had to pee so I took her to the bathroom. As expected, there was a line for Rosie. The line was an eclectic assortment of woman. At the front was a pretty black woman in her thirties, behind her was a blonde in her fifties I would guess and behind her was a clearly pregnant woman in her late 20s.

Also in the bathroom Megan was talking to Brittany. I watched as that conversation ended and Megan joined the line.

I walked to Megan and said, “Hi Megan.”

Megan smiled as she said, “It’s been a while.”

“Indeed,” I agreed, “Too long.”

“So who is your friend?” she asked.

“Gwen, Megan, Megan, Gwen,” I introduced.

They shook hands as Megan said, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Gwen slurred, “You are very pretty.”

Megan smiled, “Thank you, you are very pretty too.”

I added, “Yes, we are all pretty. So Megan who was the new girl?”

“Jenny,” Megan answered, “She is my babysitter.”

“How long?” I asked.

“Last night,” she answered.

“Ha,” I celebrated, “I so called it.”

Megan looked confused as she moved up the line as the black woman entered the stall. I said, “I haven’t tasted Big Rosie forever.”

“Me either,” Megan said, “But I watched little Jenny please her and I decided I should get a taste as well.”

I looked at Gwen and remembered she really had to tinkle so I helped Gwen to a stall; of course it was one that had a generous peep hole of Big Rosie. I closed the door for her and was confronted by Brittany again.

“Come with me now slut,” she said.

Now usually I am the aggressor, but Brittany had me wet already and I was so horny from the teasing of the egg, so I followed. I looked back at the closed stall and stopped.

Brittany realizing my reluctance because of Gwen said, “Your friend will be fine.” I wasn’t sure that was true, but had little time to consider it as Brittany grabbed my hand and led me out of the bathroom as I gave Megan a desperate look to watch out for Gwen. Brittany took me up the stairs and into a private room. As soon as the door closed, she pushed me against a wall and kissed me hard. Her hand went under my dress and began rubbing my clit. I moaned loudly as she molested me. She broke the kiss and said, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Badly,” I moaned as she lifted my dress off. She then went over to the table and put on a decent sized 7 inch strap-on.

She then said, “Crawl over here coach.”

I dropped to my stocking covered knees and crawled over to my player.

“Suck my cock coach,” she demanded.

I took the plastic stick in my hand and began sucking it. I bopped up and down like a whore would suck a real dick. She then had me lean against a wall and began to fuck me from behind standing up.

“Oh shit,” I said as the cock banged against the egg vibrating inside me. “I have an egg in me.”

“You really are a slut coach,” she said, as she pulled out and pulled the egg out of my pussy. She then, without warning, pushed it in my ass. I let out a gasp and a second gasp as the cock filled me completely. Soon I was being pounded hard while the egg vibrated in my ass. Brittany fucked me like a man as she banged me hard and talked dirty to me. “How’s my cock coach? I assumed you were a slut, I just didn’t know you were a dyke slut.” She then grabbed my hair and pulled it as she ravished my pussy.

The degrading treatment had me aroused greatly and I rubbed my clit as she drilled me. I screamed loud, “I’m cumming, fuck your coach, fuck her harder.”

Brittany obliged, making each thrust fill me completely. As soon as I finished cumming, I dropped to my knees again and like a whore I took the cock back in my mouth sucking off my own juices. Brittany smiled as she said joyfully, “You really are a slut coach.” She then took off the strap-on, got undressed, sat on the couch, spread her legs and demanded, “Come eat me coach.”

I moved between her legs, the egg still in my ass, and began lapping her shaved pussy. As soon as my tongue touched her cunt she got vocal again. “That’s it coach, how does my pussy taste?”

I moaned a muffled, “Good,” as I kept licking. I focused on her clit, trying to tease her first.

After a few minutes of gentle licking, she grabbed my face and pushed it into her cunt. She then began rubbing her pussy up and down on my face. I attempted to lick, but struggled to as I focused on just trying to breathe. I felt her legs stiffen and she sprayed an incredible excessive amount of cum all over me. As she let go of me, I backed up a bit, my face I am sure glistening in her juices. Still breathing hard, she said, “Fuck coach, you have a great tongue.”

I stood up and reached around to get the toy out of my ass. I then went to the sink and washed it off. I then popped it back in my pussy.

“You really are a slut coach,” Brittany said as she watched me put the toy back inside me.

I shrugged as I washed my face quickly. I then grabbed my dress and said, “Thanks for the fuck.”

“No problem coach,” she said.

I walked over to her and kissed her. When I broke the kiss I said, “Next time, I am going to fuck the shit out of you Brittany. I am going to handcuff you and then ravish your pussy and ass.” I kissed her again and walked out before she could respond.

I quickly walked back downstairs and looked to my table. Our drinks were still there, but Gwen wasn’t. I scanned the dance floor but saw no sign of Gwen. I then went to the bathroom and saw that Megan was still in there. I walked up to her and said, “Have you seen Gwen?”

A late 40s white woman dressed to the nines said, “Back of the line.”

I looked at her and glared, “I am not in line, I am just talking to a friend.” I then turned back to Megan and asked again, “Have you seen Gwen?”

Megan pointed to Big Rosie’s stall and as I looked down I saw Gwen’s gold four inch pumps. I gasped, “No fucking way.”

“Way,” Megan joked.

“What the hell happened?”

“Well, it’s actually a strange story. After you left, Gwen was in the stall for a long time, and eventually Rosie said, “Did you enjoy the show?” Gwen panicked and left the stall as Rosie called, “Slut, I expect you in that line and I expect you to beg to please me.” Gwen came out a bit frantic and as she looked around a lesbian cougar, I did not know, pounced on her. She was chubby, but well dressed, and she kissed Gwen. To my surprise, Gwen kissed back and before my eyes I watched as the cougar led Gwen into a corner stall. The next ten minutes had the cougar bring your friend to an orgasm. I couldn’t hear much, but your friend is a screamer.”

“I can’t believe it?” I said shocked,

The cougar left first and Gwen followed a bit later and went and freshened up in the mirror. Gwen saw me still in line and asked, “Have you seen Julia?”

I said, “Gwen, she went upstairs with Brittany, she will be awhile.”

Gwen looked shocked as she said, “She abandoned me?”

I soothed her, “No, no, she had no choice. When you are summoned here, you must go or you may not be summoned again. If you want, you can stay with me.”

“Ok,” Gwen said clearly out of her comfort level.

I asked, “Did you watch?” Gwen was slightly embarrassed so I added, “Don’t be ashamed, I am standing in line to please her. Rosie is mysteriously hypnotizing in a way no one can explain.”

“She is isn’t she?” Gwen agreed.

I decided to test the water by saying, “You saw yourself between her legs didn’t you?”

Gwen shook her head yes as she whispered in the quietest voice ever, “Yes.”

I encouraged her, “It is ok, it is natural.”

“But I am not gay. I am getting married this summer.”

I gave her a friendly supportive hug as I said, “It’s ok. Finding a woman attractive, or being turned on by a woman, does not make you gay. But if you don’t do it now, you will always wonder what if.”

“You think so,” she said falling in my web.

“I know so. I had to try cock to know I was a lesbian; you need to try pussy to know you love men.”

My bizarre logic seemed to work for her as she said, “That makes sense.” She then stood behind me in line.

Big Rosie’s trademark orgasm exploded from the stall and a very cute pregnant woman exited the stall.

I said, “Gwen here is your chance. You can go before me.”

Gwen looked at me with extreme trepidation as Rosie bellowed, “Get your ass in here dyke.”

Gwen quickly turned and entered the stall. I then heard Rosie say, “You are new. What is your name?”

“Gwen.”

“And why are you here now?”

Gwen paused and said, “To, um, eat your vagina.”

Rosie’s laugh bellowed as she said, “Eat my vagina? That’s a new one.” There was a pause, “Hey you are the one who was watching earlier weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Gwen answered embarrassed.

“You are quite shy; I don’t get too many shy ones waiting to dive into my pussy. What is your story?”

“Um, I don’t know. I have never done this before, but when I watched the black woman between your legs I was memorized and although my mind said to look away, my body had different ideas.” Gwen tried to explain.

“So this is your first time eating pussy?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“I love virgins,” Big Rosie said.

Megan looked back to the stall and said “And it has been relatively quiet ever since.”

“How long as she been in there?” I questioned.

“About 10 minutes,” I would guess.

“I just can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head dumfounded. We sat there in silence until I heard Big Rosie, “That’s it my straight little pussy eater. Keep licking right there.” Rosie’s moans got louder and then Gwen brought Rosie to an orgasm. I waited as Gwen stood up and I heard Rosie say, “Who brought you here?”

“My friend Julia,” Gwen answered.

Rosie said very accurately, “You know she brought you here with an ulterior motive?”

“No,” Gwen said, “we have been best friends since high school; she is my maid of honour.”

“And she wants to have you between her legs, I guarantee it,” Rosie assured her.

“I don’t think so,” Gwen said with less conviction.

“Trust me, I know Julia. You will be between her legs very soon. That I promise,” Rosie confidently predicted.

I then said to Megan, “I don’t want her to know I know what she has been doing, so tell her that I will be back at my table.”

“Sure thing,” Megan replied and I walked out of there and returned to my table. I looked at my watch, it was almost midnight. Emma would be gone by now. My pussy was so wet from seeing Gwen’s submission. I knew now I could have her, but how would I know if she loved me. I wanted it all; her submission and her love. Could I have both?

I looked around hoping to see someone I could pull under the table to have a quick orgasm, but didn’t see anyone I knew. I then saw Candace Carter, the TV celebrity, who never said no to a pussy and called her over. “Hi, Candace,” I said,

“Hi, Julia,” she responded, “You look amazing as usual.”

“Thanks,” I said and then asked, “Are you hungry?”

She smiled and said, “Famished,” and crawled under the table. She began licking, using her lips as well, in a way few others did. I continued to scan the crowd looking for Gwen, who finally returned from her bathroom marathon. As she walked back to the table I noticed her face was shiny, clearly still covered from Rosie’s cum, walking my way.

She sat down and said, “I thought you left without me.”

“I would never do that,” I said sincerely. “Sorry, Brittany would not take no for an answer.”

Gwen looked at me and said, “It’s ok. I found a way to make the time pass.” She paused, trying to find the right way to tell me, “I never left the bathroom. Some older woman took me into a stall and ate my pussy and then I,” she paused, trying to get the words out.

I helped break her awkward struggle by saying, “You ate out Rosie.”

Her face red as can be said, “Yes.”

“It’s ok Gwen,” I said, my hand on her leg, “She is almost irresistible. It doesn’t make you a lesbian.”

“But,” she said, “I loved it.”

“Oh,” I said.

“I promised Big Rosie I would return in two weeks.”

“Really,” I asked.

“Yes,” she confirmed, she moved into, I think to kiss me, until she noticed that someone was under the table. She suddenly went stiff and said icily, “Someone is under the table again isn’t there.”

“Yes,” I said, now frustrated that I had clearly disappointed her. I tried to explain, “I went looking for you and talked to Megan and anyways I can’t explain it, I got all horny again and well,” I paused, “Candace Carter,” is under the table.

Gwen’s icy look broke a bit as she said, “Carter really?”

“In the flesh,” I said as I tried not to let a moan escape. But Candace was an expert between a woman’s legs; plus the egg vibrating inside me and Gwen’s submission was too much and I screamed a variety of odd sounds as by body exploded with joy.

Gwen watched the whole time and I was surprised when she lifted the table skirt and demanded, “Slut, do me now.”

My mouth dropped and Gwen smiled and said, “How often am I going to get a chance to have a celebrity get me off. Plus this fucking egg is driving me nuts.”

We sat in silence as Candace pleased Gwen and triggered an orgasm in her in only a couple minutes. Candace then crawled out from under the table, cum still on her lips, and said, “Let’s see the face of the cunt I just ate.” She smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Candace.”

Gwen smiled and said, “I know who you are, I am Gwen.”

“It is very, very nice to meet you,” Candace said, “Your pussy was delicious.”

Gwen smiled and said looking directly at me, “That is good to know.”

I realized that I was no longer the seductress, but had become the prey. That said, Gwen was still drunk, not ‘I am going to be sick’ drunk, but rather, ‘I only did what I did because I was drunk’ drunk.

We talked about our jobs and politics for a bit until Candace said, “Well, I have my eye on one more tasty treat tonight.” She stood up, “It was a pleasure.”

“Yes it was,” Gwen and I responded in unison; we then broke out laughing as Candace left.

“So,” I said, “We should get you home, you are kind of drunk.”

She shrugged and said, “I suppose.” She then shot her last drink. I finished mine and we headed out.

We stopped to watch a woman in her 70s getting fisted by a girl who couldn’t be more than 20. Gwen starred too. The grandma screamed as the hand disappeared inside her gaping hole as the younger girl called her grandma slut. We also saw the same pregnant woman fucking herself with the end of a beer bottle as she watched the fisting. I shook my head and grabbed Gwen’s hand as we exited the club. I held her hand all the way to the car and helped her get in. The night clearly had overwhelmed Gwen and all her energy had been usurped from her. We drove home in silence and I actually had to wake her up when we got her house. To both our surprise, her husband’s car was in the driveway.

Gwen suddenly sobered up in a millisecond as she said, “Oh my God, I still have pussy all over my face.” She looked in her purse frantically looking for something to wipe her face clean. She did the best she could, but then she realized what she was wearing. “How am I going to explain this outfit?’ she fretted.

I said, “Calm down. Phantom of the Opera is in town. Tell him you and I got all dolled up for a nice supper and a show. Technically that is all true. We did go out for a supper and we definitely saw a show. He will assume it is the play you saw.”

This seemed to relax her a bit. I then added, “You should probably take that toy out.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, “I was beginning to get use to its slight teasing.” She awkwardly took out the toy and put it in her purse. She got ready to leave and said, “Well that was very educational.”

“That it was,” I agreed. I then said to ease her conscience, “Whatever happens at the club, stays at the club.”

She shook her head in agreement and said, “Well thanks that was fun.”

“I am happy you enjoyed yourself,” I said slyly back. I leaned in as if I was going to kiss her lips and watched as she closed her eyes waiting for the kiss. Instead my lips just brushed hers ever so lightly before I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

A sigh escaped her lips, but she smiled as if she wasn’t disappointed, even though she was. “Good night,” she finally said.

“Good night,” I returned and watched her leave. I followed her with my eyes the whole way in as I anticipated the look back. It didn’t come as early as I expected, but it came, as she reached the door. She looked back at me and smiled. I blew her a kiss and drove home.

The drive home was a blur as I reflected on the night. I now had confirmation she was submissive and I now knew she was willing. The only question left was did she love me. Would she cancel the wedding and declare her love for me? I still didn’t know, but I was hopeful. I smiled as I thought that the final part of my plan would begin on Monday; a two week long onslaught of affection which would hopefully cumulate in a declaration of love to her and hopefully a similar declaration from her to me.

CHAPTER SIX: THE FINAL APPROACH

I purposely did not call her on Sunday. I wanted to let the night just linger inside as she sobered up and dealt with her fiancé. I spent the day doing laundry, planning lessons and watched a movie. I love how people think if you’re a lesbian all you ever do is think sex. I was a complete person with a variety of passions and only Gwen really knew the complete me.

Monday Feb 3
On Monday we met at school and acted as if nothing had happened only two days earlier. I asked how Ron was and she said, “Same old, same old.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?” I asked trying to delve deeper for a secret meaning.

“Not good,” she said, “He was home for the first time in five days and all we wanted to do was watch hockey.” She paused and then stressed “Hockey.”

“Well you know men, they have very limited interests. Sex, food and sports.”

“Well he only seems to have two,” she said frustrated.

Later, at the end of day she came in to my room all flushed and said, “I got flowers sent to me.” She looked at me all freaked out, “At work.”

I had sent the flowers so playing dumb I said, “Well that is romantic. At least he is trying.”

“They are not from him,” she said perturbed and handed me a card.

Lovely Gwen,
You are a beautiful woman. You deserve only the best.
Lovingly,
A secret admirer...

P.S.-That gold dress looked amazing on you.

“Oh,” I said, “Who could it be from?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “Could it be someone from the club?”

“Who?” I asked.

“I don’t know?” she said.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Just enjoy them,” I recommended. “Actually, you should take them home and show them to Rob.”