"Well, hello," Jerri said. "I thought we'd never see you again after you got married."
"I'd rather not even think about that." Cheri had tried to push all memory of her disastrous marriage from her mind. "It was, just like you said, the worst mistake I could ever make."
Jerri smiled. "You about ready to come back where the action is?"
"No," Cheri said. "Just thought I'd stop by and see if any of the old crowd…"
"Cheri!" The high, girlish voice drowned out even the pulsating music. "Get up here with me!"
Cheri felt a strong urge to crawl under the table.
"Shut up, Michelle," she whispered.
Michelle smiled and continued her dance, but Cheri knew she had already done what she intended – calling attention to her from every man in the place.
While thinking about Candy earlier, Cheri had started thinking about the very first time she had gotten turned on by a woman.
Cheri hadn't even been living at home by then, but came back to attend Reesa's graduation. Her mother had asked her to stay the weekend with them, and Reesa had begged. Since Bill was no longer living there, Cheri had no trouble in agreeing. It was that weekend she learned what her bitch her mother had become, and it was then she learned that sexual enjoyment wasn't confined to just finding the right man.
Cheri had gone to bed early, both because she was tired and because she knew that if she listened to her mother gripe one minute more, it would mean a fight. She had been having a very nice dream about some guy she saw at the graduation, and it didn't even penetrate at first when she felt a gentle finger spreading the lips of her cunt apart. She was already wet from her dream, and the finger slid inside easily. It was when she noticed that the wiggling digit was concentrating more on her clit than on deep penetration that Cheri began to come awake.
Waking slowly, Cheri couldn't seem to stop her hips from moving, pushing her pussy harder and harder against the soft hand. Her slightly parted lips allowed her wet tongue to dart out, wanting to slip across her dry lips, but something soft, warm and wet captured it before it could return to its haven. The lips which pressed against her own, as another tongue dueled with hers between them, were soft and demanding. That's when Cheri knew whose lips they were.
"Reesa!" She tried to pull away. But Cheri didn't really want to pull away once the initial shock wore off. "What're you doing?"
"Having fun," the blonde said. "Don't you like it?"
The wiggling finger accompanying the words made Cheri moan. "Oh yes, I like it! But it's not right!"
Reesa, pushing her lips again down on her sister's, only moaned. Cheri gave herself up to the pleasure then and returned the kiss, her breath almost whistling in and out through her nose. The finger in her cunt was bringing her so swiftly toward orgasm that she felt as if she were on an express elevator.
"Please!" she gasped, tearing her lips free long enough to breathe. "Not so fast!"
At her words, the finger withdrew from her cunt, leaving a void there which seemed a mile wide. The rush of cold air, the sudden disappearance of pleasure, and the feeling of falling caused Cheri to push her hips up and rub her hot pussy-lips together.
"Damn, damn, damn!" she moaned, wanting Reesa's finger back in her cunt.
The bed creaked as Reesa moved.
"No!" Cheri moaned, thinking her sister was leaving her side. "I want…"
Then she felt long blonde hair brushing her thighs, firm hands on her hips and tits almost as big as her own tickling her knees.
"Cheri," Reesa said in a soft voice, "let me love you."
Though something in her revolted against what she thought was about to happen, Cheri's hot cunt itched and ached so much for Reesa's touch that she felt her legs open as if they were spring loaded.
The feel of soft breath tickling her cunt-hair almost drove Cheri to the point of no return, but she still felt enough reservations about what was happening that it held her in check. Then she felt soft lips pressing against her cunt, brushing gently on her pussy-lips, and her fuck juices began gushing again. The first time the tongue darted out to lick the entire length of her cunt-slit, Cheri almost screamed.
She caught herself just in time, remembering that their mother was in the next room. But the low moan which forced its way out sounded incredibly loud in her cars. Reesa's answering moan sent vibrations through her crotch. Then she felt her wet tongue wiggling its way inside and she knew she would scream if she didn't do something.
"Oh, God, yes!" Cheri gasped. "Oh, shit, now!"
Though Cheri quickly came to enjoy spending time with her sister, she just couldn't seem to bring herself to return the favor. At least, not in the same way. But she could help Reesa to get off in other ways, even came to enjoy doing it, but there was just something about pressing her lips against her sister's cunt that actually turned her off. It wasn't until she met Michelle that she finally discovered the joys of lesbian love and satisfaction.
It probably never would have come about if she hadn't found herself without a man at one particularly low point in her young life.
"I don't know if I can stand dancing tonight," Cheri said, trying to keep the utter despair she felt from her voice. "It always excites me, and after last night, I'm not sure I can stand having that feeling."
"What happened?" Michelle asked.
"I'd really rather not talk about it."
"Come on, now." Michelle's laughter was far from sympathetic, almost deriding. "You wouldn't even have mentioned it if you didn't want to talk about it. But, I'm not going to beg…"
"All right. It all started out well. It was the first time Randy and I had seen each other since the divorce. It felt like the old magic was there, and Randy even seemed his old wonderful self. And it did go well, until later."
Randy had called to make arrangements for them to meet and talk about some things.
"I don't really think so," Cheri said. "I just don't see any sense in raking over old coals…"
"Come on, Cheri, you know you can trust me!"
"It's not that, Randy."
But she had finally given in. Remembering how marvelous it always was with him, she couldn't help thinking about how the talking could lead to bed. And it had.
And it was great. Even the feel of his soft skin, the smooth, easy way he stroked her naked body, the fires just his touch built inside her, everything worked to erase the anguish of their fights from her mind.
His soft murmurings in her ear, then against her ample tits, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. She could feel the growing hardness of him beneath her hands and felt such a strong urge to move down and take his cock in her mouth that she had to fight for control. She knew she had to wait for him to make the first move or it would cause trouble. That much she had learned.
When Randy continued working on her lips, her ears, her throat, her tits, but never going any lower, Cheri felt as if she had reached a small ledge on the face of a cliff and gotten stuck there. She couldn't go on up, but she found it impossible to let herself down. It was driving her out of her mind.
"Damn it, Randy!" The words found their own way out of her mouth between deep kisses. "Do something! Or let me do something!"
"I'm sorry, honey, I just can't seem to make myself do it. I want to eat your pussy so bad that I can taste it, but the thought keeps flashing on me about how many pricks have been there since we split."
"Damn it, Randy!" Cheri's breath was coming in such gasps she could barely get the words out. "It don't matter! You know I keep myself clean…"
"I just don't give a damn! It's just the thought of it! The thought that I don't know who…"
"You don't think I've thought about the cunts you've…"
"It doesn't matter as much to you," he said.
"Randy, what are you trying to do to me?"
"Fuck you!"
As Cheri felt her body rapidly cooling, leaving her feeling as if she had been pulled through a barbed wire fence, she found that she hated Randy more than she had ever hated anyone in her life.
"Damn you," she whispered. "Damn you straight to hell!"
Cheri looked Michelle straight in the eyes seeing something there more than sympathy. "I feel like I couldn't stand any man to even touch me. Or even look at me. But I also feel – I don't know."
With her eyes blinded by team, it came as a shock when Cheri felt soft, warm arms grabbing her, when she felt loving lips on her face, kissing and licking away the tears. The warmth of human contact, the ripples of delight racing through her body, all combined to push that ball of misery deep and away.
"Oh, Cheri," Michelle whispered. "I've wanted to suck your clit since the first time I saw you dance." The words, to Cheri's ears, were vulgar, harsh, but the way Michelle said them gave a sugar coating to them which sent warm pleasure through her entire body. "I just hoped that one day…"
The rest of her words were smothered against Cheri's soft right tit.
"Oh, damn, Michelle," Cheri moaned.
"Please!" Michelle's words were barely audible. "Let me!"
As the soft lips worked their way down her naked body, Cheri no longer even remembered where they were. The emotions and passions awakening in her nubile body took complete control of her. Her mind no longer functioned except as a receptacle for feelings – and the feelings were fantastic. The tongue on her inner thighs seemed to brand her with a hellish fire, while the dampness it left was incredibly cold. The fire building in her loins was almost enough to burn the bench on which she had slowly sat down. She was aching for the touch of something on her cunt-lips.
With the first brush of the soft, rough tongue across the hot, wet lips of her pussy, Cheri felt that she wasn't going to be able to enjoy this. She felt the fires banking inside her, ready to burst forth.
Michelle probed deeper and deeper. When the tip of her tongue found Cheri's swollen clit, all hell threatened to break loose inside her. When she felt the other girl's lips taking that same protruding center of pleasure between them, with her tongue still going crazy, Cheri knew she couldn't hold back.
Her body arching upward, Cheri gave in to the convulsions shaking her body, the rush of pure pleasure shaking her entire, world. It came in such a rush that she wanted it to hurry and end, but also hope it would go on forever.
"Damn, that was great!" Michelle's face was glistening with Cheri's cunt-juices, her face shining with pleasure. "Now, it's my turn!"
At the thought, Cheri felt herself freezing inside. She became very still.
"I don't think I can," she whispered. "Something just won't let me think about putting my mouth there."
"Look," Michelle said, obviously disappointed but not upset, "I know you've kissed guys after they've eaten your pussy."
"But it's not the same."
"It's exactly the same. In fact, there's no real difference to sucking a guy's prick. It's all sex."
"But, it's a woman's pussy!"
"And I can guarantee that you'll love it. I know I do."
Cheri felt the ice melting, but she still couldn't imagine herself licking and sucking on a cunt.
There was just something about it.
"Give it a try," Michelle said, looking very excited. "If you don't like it, you can stop. I promise that I won't blame you."
Though Cheri knew Michelle would be very disappointed if she stopped, Cheri decided that she would give it her best shot.
Michelle had her start by just kissing. Cheri could still taste her own cunt on the girl's lips, and that gave her a little more courage to work her way down. When she felt Michelle's tits swelling and warming beneath her tongue and inside her lips, she felt the heat melting the last of the interior ice away from her own crotch. As her lips and tongue worked their way down the smooth belly, pausing a moment to work the tip inside the navel, she realized that her taste buds were responding to the clean, salty taste of the girl's body. As she moved nearer the target, she began to smell the heady excitement of fuck-juice permeating every breath she took. By the time her lips touched the soft cunt-hair, the smell of hot sex was almost overpowering, promising a taste delight.
"Come on, baby!" Michelle's voice was hoarse, with excitement. "Do it! Stick your finger in! Lick it with your tongue!"
Cheri found that she was ready, though still slightly repulsed by what she was doing. When her finger fucked inside and Michelle's cunt muscles began gripping it, she felt such a surge of pleasure that she almost pushed her entire face inside. Her first lick was very tentative. Prepared to pull back if the taste was unpleasant, Cheri found it such a delicious taste that her mouth began screaming for more.
From the increase in heat and taste, she could tell that Michelle was climaxing. She began licking her hard clit. The fuck-juices were flowing, and Cheri tried to swallow them, only to discover that most of them continued to work on coating the inside of Michelle's pussy. Still, she managed to get enough fuck-juice in her mouth and down her throat to slack her thirst.
"Oh, hell, yes!" Michelle shrieked above the loud rock music out in the club. Cheri felt herself drowning in delicious fuck-juices as her cunt spasmed.
Soft lips on her cheek brought Cheri back to the present.
"Hello, Cheri, you really look great!" It was Michelle. "And good enough to eat!"