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, as Megan then told the me the story as I eagerly listened:
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 mesmerized 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.”
As Megan finished the story I questioned “How long as she been in there?”
“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 in toward me, 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 my 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 of 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 drained 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.