I kissed her gently and then said, “I have never came like that before. That we-vibe is fucking amazing.”
She smiled, “I know, we sell a ton of them.”
I kissed her and then said, “You know your British accent fucking turns me on.”
“Your fucking body turns me on,” she replied.
I looked at the clock, it was 11:15. “Shouldn’t you be getting home?”
“Do you want to get rid of me already?”
“Well your husband must be wondering where you are.”
“He might be,” she said, “But I need one more taste before I go.”
I smiled and we got into a comfortable 69 and lapped at each other’s pussies for another half hour until we both had one more gentle orgasm.
As she dressed I said, “You will be on call for when I need a quick fuck?”
She smiled and said, “You got my number, but my fucks are never quick.”
I chuckled, “I guess you proved that tonight didn’t you.” I kissed her one last time and she left.
After she left, I had a quick shower and decided to get a good sleep as tomorrow was going to be a real fun and full day.
CHAPTER 5: LE CHATEAU CLUB (A Lesbian Bar)
I slept in past lunch, before slowly getting up for the day. I read the newspaper, called my mom, and finished the new Steve Martin novel “An Object of Beauty”, which by the way is a riveting novel about the art world in America in the 1990s.
Around three, I called Gwen. “Hi Darling,” I cheerfully opened with.
“Hi,” she responded, reluctance lingering in her tone.
“So, do you want to go out for supper and an early movie before heading to the club?”
“Sure,” she said, after a slight pause, “Do we really have to go to Le Chateau though?”
“Yes,” I said adamantly, “You have never been there and I think you should see and learn a bit of my lifestyle. I am a lesbian now and I don’t see that changing.”
“Sorry,” she immediately said, “I didn’t realize it was so important to you. Of course, we will go. But, I get to pick the movie.”
“Fine,” I said, feigning disappointment, “I was so hoping we would go and see Harry Potter part whatever it is.”
“Funny,’ she laughed and said, “I was thinking that action movie with Angelina Jolie.”
“OK, she’s hot, I’d do her,” I said continually pushing the envelope just a tad.
“She is hot, I might too,” she surprised me back.
I laughed and said, “I’ll pick you up at five.”
I then went and decided what to wear for tonight. It took forever as I wanted to look powerful, seductive and sexy. I finally decided on the stockings I had bought at the shop from Emma, a black dress that was sexy but classy, stopping just below the knee, but sexy enough to showcase my all my curves; matching black leather boots with a flashy three inch heel that went just below the knee. The dress, backless, did not allow for a bra, but I did have on a black thong.
I grabbed both the little eggs and a small vibe and dropped it in my purse, just in case. I did my make-up, and checked myself in the mirror; I looked pretty darn hot and headed over to pick up Gwen.
I arrived early and knocked on her door. Scruffy, her adorable little poodle, yapped at the door until Gwen opened it. She clearly did not want to look underdressed, as instead of the conservative, slightly sexy red dress I had suggested, she had on an amazing gold dress, a gown really, with matching four inch heels and beige pantyhose or stockings. Her hair was up and she had never looked this delicious. It really took all my will power not to just rape her right then. Instead I decided to flirt with her, “Wow, you look good enough to eat?”
“Julia,” she said all giddy, she had been drinking already, I concluded.
“No seriously,” I said, “If you were not getting married in a couple of months, I would be all over you.”
She blushed and I waited for what seemed like an eternity for her to respond, when she didn’t, I finished, “But you are, so I guess I will have to devour someone else tonight.” I looked at my watch and declared, “We should get going, we don’t want to be late at McGiny’s or they just give away your table.”
We headed out and as I drove I noticed that her nails were done, something she seldom did. The rose red shined in contrast to the gold. “I see you did your nails gorgeous, what is the occasion?”
She looked at me and said with a surprisingly confident tone, “I figured if I was going to an upscale club, regardless of its clientele, I had to look upscale.” She paused before blurting out “Plus, I want to know if I am lesbian hot.”
“Lesbian hot?” I asked stunned.
“Yes,” I know I am relatively attractive for the boys, but I have no idea if I can make a woman all excited.”
“Are you going dyke on me?” I asked.
“Oh no,” she said, “I would never cheat on Rob, but flirting is still fair game.”
I purred, “And don’t you worry, you are definitely lesbian hot.”
She blushed as we arrived at the five star restaurant and I said, “Indeed, flirting is allowed, but be careful; some of the women at this club are very aggressive.”
As we got out of the car she said, “Oh, I can take care of myself.”
I smiled to myself, thinking seducing her may be easier than I thought, but said, “Oh I know you can,’ but thinking that I was not so sure she could.
We went in to the restaurant and had a great meal as we talked about the wedding, which of course I hoped never would occur, but I played along like a maid of honour should. I asked questions, we discussed who to invite, blah, blah, blah. The whole time I just kept thinking how badly I wanted to make love to her; to declare my love for her.
As we ate I said, finally changing the depressing topic, “So you know the waiter has been checking you out all night.”
“I thought he was giving my chest area a little more attention,” she responded somewhat confidently.
“Want to freak him out completely?” I asked.
“How?” she inquired.
“Pretend to be a lesbian,” I devilishly put forward.
“How would I do that?” she asked considering the idea.
At that moment the waiter came to the table and asked, “So how is everything tonight?” His eyes, moved slightly lower to check out Gwen’s cleavage.
“Oh good,” I said, “The food is excellent.”
Gwen, now suddenly shy, said, “Yes, it is very delicious.”
I got up then and decided to take a small risk and moved to Gwen and leaned in and gave her a three second tender kiss. I then stood back up and said, “I am going to the ladies room lover, be right back.”
The look on both Gwen’s and the waiter’s eyes was one of complete shock. Gwen’s look was one of bewildered surprise, while the waiter’s was more of a ‘wow, did I just see what I thought I saw’ look.
When I returned, Gwen was on a second glass of wine. I sat down and said, “Sorry if that was awkward, but the look on his face was way worth it, don’t you think?”
Gwen responded too quickly, “Oh yeah, that was hilarious.” I could tell that she was still trying to process what had occurred. But in my mind it was clear, she enjoyed it.
Our waiter checked back on us every couple of minutes, each time lingering a couple seconds longer than necessary.
When he gave us the bill I saw that his phone number was on it. I smirked. I looked at the waiter and said, “Neither of us swing that way, but do you like to watch?”
The guy, who probably seemed confident when he put his number down, now was way out of his league. He babbled, “Um, yeah, I.”
Gwen, surprising me, stood up, moved towards him, and whispered just loud enough for him and me to hear, “Ever seen two women fuck?”
I coughed, almost choking on the mint I had just popped in my mouth; but I recovered quickly as I added, “Maybe we could add a real cock, honey?”
Gwen playing along said, “Yeah, think you could handle us both?”
The guy was as red as an apple and he barely was able to answer, “Yeah, I, could.”
Finally I broke the awkward situation by saying, “Well, we got your number.” I kissed his cheek and Gwen and I left laughing so hard tears came down her face.
As we drove to the movie I said, “You know, you played lesbian pretty well, girlfriend.”
She retorted, “Well I have watched you seduce quite a few women the last couple years.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” I asked acting all sarcastically insulted.
“No, no,” she said all apologetic, not catching my sarcasm, “It’s just watching your seductions has always been rather entertaining.”
“Really?” I asked, “I thought that repulsed you. I have often been tamer than I usually am.”
“I am not repulsed by it. I accept you for who you are and if you are interested in women, then so be it. Actually,” she continued, “watching you play the seduction game with girls has been fun to watch and kind of hot.”
I decided not to pursue this now as we didn’t have enough time to discuss this the way I wanted to. So I said with a purr, as the movie theatre came into view, “Well, I will try to really entertain you tonight.”
Gwen did not respond and I could not read her face. Either she was jealous of my relations with other women or she was just a supportive friend. Which was it? Or maybe it was both. I decided right then as I parked the car that tonight I would try to make her jealous. Try to get her to play all her cards. If I played mine correctly, I may be able to play her bluff. But first I had to raise the stakes.
At the movie we split up as I got the tickets and she got the popcorn. It was our usual routine, almost like an old married couple I reflected.
By the time we got to our seats the previews, all seven of them (why are there so many fucking previews), were under way. We watched the movie in silence, sharing popcorn and Swedish berries. I made sure to time my popcorn reaches for when she did, so we would often brush hands, both of us lingering in the popcorn container longer than we ever had as I pretended to reach for popcorn. I really felt like a teenager in high school when a boy would take me to a movie and he would make slight moves to see how far he could get. I wanted to push it further, but I didn’t.
The movie ended, it was like all Angelina Jolie movies, not bad, but not as good as it could have been. The movie was longer than expected and we headed to the club at 9:35, already five minutes late. We drove talking about the movie and its relative lameness as we headed to the club and I embarked on the next step of the seduction plan.