9 comments/ 42942 views/ 4 favorites Daffy By: jjcole Her name was Daphne but everyone called her Daffy. Apparently she was a very distracted lady and said and did some nonsensical things. They still kidded her about when she took the drivers license examiner to the mall and got out of the car leaving him there. Or the time she went to take her finals at college in her pajamas. She did not mind the nickname and in fact whenever she was thinking of doing something wild, (wild for her), the would say, "I think I'm going to turn right at Albuquerque." In conversation she would make the oddest connections to the subject at hand but all agreed she had a brilliant mind. All seemed to love and protect her. She was a smallish, brown haired, beautiful woman that wore glasses. Her smile would often pop out for no reason at all. We had never been on a real date and she had seldom been out with guys at all. Most guys gave her a wide berth because they could not keep up with her mind. I was a friend of her sister Beth; we worked together at a large biotech lab. Daphne worked at a small lab that did strange things with data from space probes. A private firm employed Beth and me. Daphne worked for NASA. She was the only person with a doctor's degree in Exobiology anyone knew. All of us worked across the boulevard of a NASA campus. Beth and I were friends but we had never considered each other as a potential partner. For one she was two years older than me. For another she seemed to prefer girls. We were often together on nerd group dates and I had met Daphne during those events. Our conversations were strange but lasted a lot longer than her conversations with others. On most of those group dates Daphne and I ended up spending most of our time together. I had never called her Daffy. I really liked Daphne but thought we had never connected as anything other than friends. I was unaware of the fact that the others viewed us as a couple. Beth invited me to her twenty-seventh birthday party and I soon learned their parents were as smart as their children and just as distracted. They had forgotten it was their oldest daughters birthday and had not prepared a party for her. Several people reminded them they had heard them promise. As everyone laughed and kissed I went to get birthday supplies. Daphne decided to come along with me. I liked being with her. We returned with a cake, ice cream, and bubble blowing party favors. Daphne could not remember if she had a birthday present for her sister so bought her one. As it turned out she had already bought her two. She gave me one to give Beth but I showed Daphne I already had a gift for her sister. As it turned out her mother didn't have one so Daphne gave her one of her extras. The other two presents were identical so Daphne gave her sister one and she kept one for herself. I kidded Daphne about her sneaky way to give herself presents and asked her how often she did that, "Never, but maybe seven times." It took her a beat to realize what she had just said and giggled. The cake and ice cream were very well received but the big hit were the bubble blowers. Daphne soon had us trying to get our bubbles to merge into models of molecules. It did not cross anyone's mind that the game was a very loud admission to our nerdness. She, her mother, and me were the last three playing that and we had not noticed everyone else had left the house, including her father who was late for his foursome at the country club. I helped clean up and listened as mother and daughter engaged in a conversation that would not have made any sense to anyone. Daphne's mother had been my biology professor in college but she had not recognized me that day. I was a reserved person that never asked questions so I had not given her a reason to remember me, except for having the highest grade in class. It took me a while to get their conversation points of reference because sometimes several images and thoughts were skipped over before the response was made out loud. In their head a reference to their priest went from him to Elmer Gantry to Elmer Fudd and the comment was, "Yes I know it I can't help it" I burst into laughter at that then made an allusion about Marilyn Monroe. Both laughed and continued but soon her mother was staring at me with a stunned expression. I looked at my crotch and she gave me a small giggle then looked at her daughter and left us together. "OK. What happened?" "Mom seems to think you are perfect for me." "I do not own a spaceship." "That would ordinarily mean strike three but not today." "And I don't like eggs of any color." "Water under the bridge. Kiss me." I hesitated for a moment then gave her a soft peck on the lips. "No." I kissed her again, this time a soft semi-long kiss. "More." I took her to the sofa and gave her a long, soft, lip-licking kiss. She took my face in her hands and began planting soft kisses all over it. I put my arms around her and gave her a borderline passionate kiss. "Why had you never made a pass at me?" "You didn't know I existed." "Yes I did, I was waiting for you to make a pass at me." "You had shot down everyone that had." "Because I was waiting for you to make a pass at me." "OK. So, did I just make a pass at you?" "Yes, your hand is on my tit." "Oh, sorry," I said as I removed my hand. She put it back on her tit and kissed me. I pinched her nipple. "How experienced are you?" "Some. Three girls gave me full privileges once, one other gave me lessons. And you?" "I am a virgin, your hand has been on my tit longer than any other hand ever. Did you love any of those three?" "No, the episodes were as thanks for helping them through a class. The one that gave me lessons was the mother of my first one. Apparently the daughter told her mother I didn't know what I was doing. The second and third girl thanked me and praised my love making skills. I lost my teacher when she remarried." How many times did you fuck her?" "Seven." I kissed her again and as I held the kiss her hand sought my groin. "It's hard. Do you want me?" "Yes, but not now. I need to step back and decide if I want it to mean more than a fuck. I assume you are thinking about losing your virginity to me." "I will be losing my virginity to you but I can wait until you are ready." "Why me?" "Because we are already in love with each other." I felt myself blush, my fondest wish had suddenly come true and I was terrified. "Let's say goodbye to Mom and go to your place. Larry from Peru said it is the neatest and that you have a jungle in your patio." Neither of us knew anyone named Larry. I suspected she meant Paulo who had a brother named Julio that worked at Larry's shoes. Paulo was a marine biologist from Brazil and had been at my house several times. Close enough for Daphne I thought. She pulled me up as she stood and when we found her Mom in the kitchen, we were holding hands. They kissed, hugged, and nodded. Her Mom kissed my lips as a tear ran down her cheek. Daphne pulled my hand and we left. Not a word had been uttered. I suspected her Mom knew her daughter and I were going to fuck. I had a two-bedroom patio home. The patio was large enough to have a table, an umbrella, and two heavy duty armless chairs in the midst of twenty eight potted plants, half of them hibiscus. Daphne loved it, she said, "I think that if a plant is going to have a flower it should be in all caps. Some of yours out and out scream Flower! Amazing." "Thank you. I have my morning coffee and my bedtime wine here. Some nights the aroma of the roses is almost overwhelming, same with the gardenias. The hummingbirds should be by in a couple of weeks. I already have lots of butterfly visitors." 'What kind of wine?" "Sweet red." "Bring me some out here, I will be right back." I followed her in and while she was in the bathroom I changed to gym shorts and t-shirt then took two glasses of wine out. She came out after a few minutes wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else. My shirt was so big on her I could see her bare tits through the armhole. They were very fine tits. My cock immediately tented my shorts. I was not wearing underwear. We sat together at my table as the sun went down. I pointed out a night blooming cactus and said, "I don't think the bat that pollinates it ranges this far east." "That was what one of my dates called me, a lovely cactus." "The flower is gorgeous." "Thank you." She took my statement as I intended, a rarity for me. By then I knew she was not leaving until we fucked. Her free hand was now caressing my erection over the shorts. I kissed her, a long soft kiss. She kissed me, a long soft kiss. We kissed again as I caressed a breast and she gripped my cock. We finished our drinks and took the glasses to the kitchen. She prepared two small glasses of ice water and walked to my bedroom. We shared my toothbrush then walked to the bed. She took the t-shirt off and slowly presented her nude body to me for inspection. "Wow," I said unaware I had said it out loud. She smiled and waited for me to become nude. I was in good physical shape. I ran every morning and moved the very heavy pots around often so that the most spectacular bloomer at the time was up front. My cock however was average. Then I noted that her eyes had widened and there was a bit of fear in them. "I am not sure that thing will fit in me." "We will both be very lubricated, it will fit. If not tonight then we try again some other night. I do know you will have at least one orgasm tonight." I coaxed into the bed then kissed my way from her lips to her tits. I loved her breasts for a long while as I caressed her pussy until I fingerfucked her to orgasm. I kissed my way down and she had another cum as soon as I wrapped my lips around her clit. I adored her pussy for two more orgasms before she moaned, "Fuck me." I kissed my way up then slid onto my back to her side. I coaxed her over me and said, "You are in control, go as slowly or as quickly as you feel you need to." She gave me a long kiss then knelt over me and aimed my cock at her pussy. She sunk my cock into her a millimeter at a time. She groaned when its head slid in. "I have a cock in my pussy," she said with a touch of pride. Suddenly her face betrayed concern, all progress had stopped. We both knew what was in the way; we both knew she would have to tear through it. We both knew it would hurt. I sat up and embraced her. We kissed. She suddenly released all control off her legs and dropped all the way down on my cock. She groaned in pain and cried. I held her and kissed her cheeks and her neck. It took about two minutes for her sobs to ebb and another minute for the tears to stop flowing. "Fuck that hurt." 'Sorry, I do not understand the purpose of the design. I guess it is to make sure you really want it." "And I do. The pain is slowly becoming a dull ache so I know I will get my fuck tonight." "In the meantime," I said and turned us to the edge of the bed and stood up with her still impaled on my cock. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and gave me a very strong embrace as I walked us to the kitchen. I sat her butt on the counter and poured two glasses of wine for us then carried her back to the patio. After placing the wine glasses on the table I pulled my chair sideways to the table and sat. We drank our wine in silence and kissed. I adored her tits when I felt my cock was in need of encouragement. Soon Daphne took a tentative stroke. I kissed her. She took two strokes and I kissed her twice. We drank some wine. She took six slow strokes each longer than the last. "I think I'm beginning to see the attraction in this," she said. "Take us back to bed." As soon as I had us back in position she began the fuck. It was slow with frequent pauses but it was a true fuck. She had her tongue out between her teeth and her eyes were mostly closed. All of her attention was on my cock in her pussy. Then suddenly she had an orgasm and pounded my cock into her pussy hard. I was about to ejaculate when I remembered she had forged a brand new pathway to her ovaries so I lifted her off me spraying my cum on her ass. She did not notice. It took a few moments for us to compose ourselves before she said, "We need to shower." "You go ahead while I change the linens." "No, we shower together, clean each other up, and kiss a lot. Then we change the linens." "Sounds like a better plan." There was not that much blood on us, most of the mess was my cum. She used my hand sprayer to clean her pussy and gave herself another orgasm. "This is how I usually masturbate," she said after recovering her breath. We changed the bed linens then went back to my patio nude to finish our drinks. "Well?" "Worth it, the pleasure was my best ever. Our next fuck will be with you on top, then from behind. We may try other positions but my guess we will settle with me on top or you on top." "I need to get condoms." "No, I am already on the pill. I will let you know when I want to be a Mom. How many other girls have you fucked on that bed?" "Including you, one." I got a long sweet kiss before she said, "Thanks for your patience. My first time is a memory to keep." I remained silent for a while then asked, "Are we a couple?" "It has been a while since you had a woman and she is now married with a kid. You have not felt like making an effort to get laid in over a year until tonight. This is the best night of your life as it is mine. You are in love with me. I am in love with you. Of course we are a couple, I am moving in tomorrow." "Oh, just checking." Everything she had said was true, my last fuck was a friend of hers and she had married a mutual friend. I had not tried to get laid in a long while, likely since I understood I was in love with her. She kissed me. She said, "I love you." I looked at her eyes and they were shining in happiness. I had become the most important thing in her life. She had been the most important person in my life for a while. "I love you," I confessed. We held hands as we returned to my bed and our second fuck began shortly afterwards. I had stamina so I managed to give her a long fuck that gave her two orgasms. She said her pussy was becoming tender so I stopped before I had my second. She was very upset to see I had not cum and didn't believe me when I told her I was fine. Her very inexperienced attempt at a handjob quickly sent my cock into hiding. I then had to convince her she had not broken it. We talked well into the night about proper handjobs and blowjobs, about life forms in rocks and undersea geysers, we kissed often and caressed often. Somewhere along the way we fell asleep in each other's arms. Our third fuck was before breakfast. She was again on top and carefully maneuvered herself into a fine orgasm. I did not cum as I was worried about her comfort level. Our fourth came in conjunction with lunch. I sat her on the table and ate her pussy to orgasm then stood and fucked her to another orgasm. She loved fucking as she sat on the table. Again I had not cum and began to worry why not. Our fifth was as we celebrated finishing her moving in. It was doggy style and lasted barely two minutes. We had to stop because her mother almost caught us which apparently helped Daphne into a cum. Her mother seemed to know and kissed me on the lips before leading her daughter away. Our sixth was after dinner, our first since my house became our home. It started in the shower then the patio then moved to the kitchen and finally to bed. She was again on top and for the first time I released a ton of cum into her. We were both very satisfied and she quickly fell asleep while still over me. I decided that my favorite position was with her on top. I loved watching her face as she fucked and I loved watching and kissing her tits as she fucked. That was her favorite too but she felt more emotionally comfortable when I was doing the fucking on top. We decided doggy style had its attractions but it was clearly our third choice mostly because we did not last long that way. We did love fucking when she was sitting on a table. Monday morning we fucked in the shower before dressing for work. It was the first day I ever felt like I did not want to go to work. Our sadness was ameliorated when we realized we could carpool. That day was also the first time I worried about her co-workers. I assumed they all wanted her and I now knew for a fact she was a very horny woman. That afternoon I took her to the mall and bought her an engagement ring. I felt the need to make my claim. She was more than happy to show she was promised. That Friday at home Daphne said, "Beth told me you are not kissing her back when she kisses you. She is afraid she misjudged you and you don't like her much." "I like her just fine it's just that I'm engaged and it feels like cheating." "How can it feel like cheating when your fiancé has given you permission to kiss your future sister?" "I will tell her she is my favorite non-related woman after you." "And kiss her back?" "And kiss her back." "Thank you. We have time to fuck before dinner is ready." We in fact did not. I was more than able that afternoon and she was more than horny and we fucked for nearly an hour. Dinner was an unrecognizable mess when we returned to the kitchen so we ordered pizza. We managed to eat all of the extra large with everything then she sat on the table in front of me and I was savoring her pussy before her butt had settled down. After an orgasm I stood and poured two glasses of wine, slid my cock into her then carried her and the wine to the patio. We drank our wine with some intermittent fucking and talked about work. My doctorate was in microbiology and Daphne asked me if anything could survive where the environment was loaded with sulfites. I said yes and we had such organisms on Earth. "Can you get me some?" "No. Maybe. I'll ask Paulo." I can get you their molecular structure." "Good, but live specimens would be better." "I will see what I can do." We kissed and fucked for a while then paused after she had a nice orgasm. After a few moments of silence Daphne suddenly said, "Dad is apparently a lousy lover now. He now often loses his erection before he manages penetration. Your cock is bigger than his by the way. Mom says it is not that he can't bear to fuck her it's that his mind is elsewhere when it is time to do the deed. She said they have not had many successful fucks in the last year. I have watched Mom and Dad fuck and so has Beth. Not that they are exhibitionists it's just that after I returned home from college they had been mostly alone in the house for years and had taken advantage and fucked everywhere in it. They would sometimes start their sex before checking to see if they were alone. Several times they never checked until after they were done. All their fucks were very short although both seemed satisfied." "Why are you telling me that?" "Because I brag about what a terrific lover your are to everyone that's interested. Mom and Beth seem to be very interested. They want you." I shook my head and said, "I am surprised to learn you may be the sanest in your family." "Thanks. Lets fuck some more." The following week I kissed Beth back and the kisses slowly intensified each time we did. By Thursday she was giving me an erection. "I am glad to see you do like me, I told Daffy she is lucky I prefer pussy," then Beth gave me a deep tongue diving kiss. As we separated her hand reached down and squeezed my cock. That became the norm between us. That Sunday afternoon her Mom came over while Daphne and I were talking about her sister and the seas of Europa. As usual my cock was in her pussy as I lay back on our bed. Daffy & Daisy At twenty seven and as my mother's only daughter I was under constant pressure, not all of it subtle, to produce darling grandchildren she could coo over while she was 'still on this earth'. This was invariably accompanied by a hand to her throat as if to imply that any day now she might stop being as strong as a horse and go to her reward. I did wonder if the Almighty might actually have been putting off the day he had her there with him to tell him how to run things for as long as he could. (Although I must admit I was careful to keep such disloyal thoughts to myself.) The fact is there wasn't a man in sight as far as my romantic desires were concerned although this was a mere detail to my mother and her friends who worked tirelessly to match me with this man or that but all to no avail. "Well if they had found a half pie decent one maybe," I used to mutter (under my breath -- refer 'disloyal thoughts concealment policy' above) after I had shared their disappointment another date hadn't worked out and, you want to know why thirty something men are still available? They are pitiful in the bedroom and have all the romance of a dirty sock with more hang-ups than a wrong number. Why they don't just propose to their mothers I will never know. Sorry? Did that sound bitter? Surely not. Not that I didn't hope that one day, you know, Mr. Right would come along ...but for all that I had a career and was actually getting on just fine living on my own with the occasional bonk from some stranger I might meet in a bar somewhere. I was acutely aware that the biological clock was ticking but I worried that I should be worried rather actually worried about my diminishing prospects of having babies. . The problem was that I didn't feel in the least maternal and while a good fuck was still a good fuck I sure had no intention of them sleeping over because I had found in recent years that I preferred the company of women. Well most women do; we're much easier to talk to, we don't tell each other what we should have done and we're up with the play because we don't go off in our own little dream world. To be fair I have to admit that the physical attraction was becoming more important than the sisterhood bit. Not that I was a raging lesbian at all; more like a furtive voyeur although once or twice my glances had been outright stares with my though processes all too obvious. One lady came over and told me she knew what sort of a pervert I was and I thought hours later that I should have asked her how she knew but brilliant- on- the- spot repartee has never been my strong suite and I had let her harangue me as I turned bright red and apologized profusely. But I got positive responses too; a moment of meaningful eye contact, a slightly raised eyebrow with just a hint of a smile, that sort of thing. Gradually I had worked up courage and I had joined a website where I discovered most of the gay girls were guys pretending but I tiptoed through the phonies and found a few buddies I really could talk with. I chatted in private and on forums all the time discussing the subject of 'same sex' relationships (yes, the very words I used) as a bystander, an interested and, I was confident, compassionate observer. All the time I kept my distance until finally someone had had enough. "How much bait do you need to cut?" I found in my inbox on girltogirl.org one morning. It stopped me in my tracks and I stared at the screen wanting to write something but unable to find the words. I logged off and carried on with my day at work, the words tormenting me. When I got home I logged on and there was a new message: "Sorry I was so harsh but you're driving me insane. We're not that far away from each other; let's meet up and you can see a real lesbian-in the flesh." I sent a reply straight away telling her " I'd love too" and hoping I wouldn't be too much of a disappointment. A few moments later she replied suggesting that if I was that worried I could send her some shots of myself, preferably nude and she could judge for herself. Well that was logical; terrifying but logical and I sent the temporizing message: "Now?" Seconds later she sent her pics and she was gorgeous- older than me but just perfect. On the verge of sending my reply I stopped. Something was wrong; I didn't know what or why but it just didn't feel right. Then I looked more closely at the pictures; they were professional shots and from the look of the woman in them she was a model. So who was I dealing with? I sent a rewritten reply making an excuse and saying I wasn't quite ready to take the next step after all but I had deleted the photos she had sent me because it wouldn't be fair and so on. She told me to go fuck myself so I felt fairly confident it wouldn't have gone that well. I'm being droll and nonchalant of course but right then I was gutted and my confidence, such as it was, had simply evaporated. This was my ace in the hole- girls- but maybe I couldn't accept a simple offer. Maybe it was me and I couldn't commit? A few days later, as luck and my mother would have it; I was fixed up with a Blind Date. Evan was thirty six, well advanced in male pattern baldness, delightfully attached to his mother- with whom he still lived- and I felt an antipathy towards him the moment we met. "I shaved my legs for this prick," I remember thinking with more than a little bitterness. Mind you, any other time I swear I would have been a delightful date, laughing at his jokes and his witty one liners but the episode with the Great Pretender, who I was sure now had been a guy had been festering and I had reached the Really Pissed Stage. As I said Evan irritated me the moment I met him and when he made a comment about someone he had never met and to whom he felt quite obviously superior I ripped into him. He finished his main without once looking up from his plate. When he had finished he put his knife and fork neatly together then put his hand up and kept it there, still not looking at me, until the waiter came and he could ask for the check. The other diners looked at us; the men trying to get a look down my front and the women sizing things up immediately and reassuring me with a glance at him with one giving a quick raise of the eyebrows while another pulled a face. It boosted me but I was still the woman being left alone at the table. I blamed him, which was totally unfair looking back but I was resentful towards the world at the time and just as he got to the door, I called out sweetly: "Give your mother my love." Then I poked my tongue at his back. He stopped, tensed, then thought better of it and left. It was stupid and petty, I know, but so was he and I had had that Road to Damascus moment- I didn't fancy men. It wasn't just stale Dale it was men; men period. It wasn't just that they were always trying to get something out of us; the whole they want: we give thing no it wasn't that; it was that they just didn't do it for me. Pleased with myself for having made such a momentous decision I looked up at the hovering waiter who had been doing an in depth examination of my cleavage and rewarded him with a stretch as he took my order for dessert. Eye roller looked over again and smiled. She was in her forties and she clearly thought the Waiter was a spunk. I ran my tongue over my lips and smiled back. Mini skirt, boobs out; they thought they knew what I was: a hottie on the prowl. They moved a little closer to their husbands and sneaked a bit more cleavage into their line of sight making sure their men folk didn't have any reason to look at the sad lonely gal on her own with so much on display. Ignored by all I made the best I could of being the only woman on her in the room and concentrated on my dessert which I made abundantly clear was quite delicious. The first txt came in ten minutes, from Mom: what did I think I was doing? A nice young man like that, single, still with all his own teeth, a good job, looking to settle down? Had I looked in the mirror lately? I wasn't getting any younger. I sat looking at the words, brooding over them then I did one of those really dumb things you do and immediately wish you hadn't: I told her what I thought. "Mom I'm not just interested in men." Just after I hit send I tried to get it back but by then it was thundering through cyberspace to shock my mother. "So; my daughter the pervert? This is what I tell your aunts, your grandmother? I have raised a pervert?" I turned the mobile off and drank my coffee trying not to let the cup chink against the saucer too much as my hand shook. It was no use and the clinking betrayed me; so did the tears streaming down my face. I had alienated my irritating, overbearing mother who had spent her life doing the best she could for her husband and her kids and this was how I repaid her? No grand children for you to dote on mother dear. I'm a lesbian. The words repeated over and over in my head "I'm a lesbian", "I'm a lesbian", "I'm a lesbian." So was I different? I didn't feel any different and for all that I really wanted to find someone, I hadn't. I was just me, a bit surer of where I wanted to look for a relationship- by which I meant love- but no closer and I had alienated my mother who I wouldn't have hurt for all the money in the world. It hadn't been a great night really. I got over the shakes and my eyes dried so I got up to pay for my dessert and coffee to find he had only paid for his starter and main leaving me to pay for the drinks. I thought of various dry witty comments to make as my share of the bill was added up but I was the dumped woman and anything I had to say would only serve to make me look even more pathetic than I did already. I left feeling every eye in the place on me (the comment about his mother hadn't gone down well) and walked out into the night. It would be nice to report that I went to a lesbian bar nearby and fell madly in love but I was tired and in no mood to meet anyone so I drove home, left the computer turned off and had a shower before going to bed; on my own, in my sensible and somewhat dreary lemon colored nightie. Mom would get over it, I knew that. As for dad well I didn't care. They say every girl searches for the boy most like her own dad but I didn't; God he was so stupid and so full of himself. All that testosterone I guess and the way he treated my mother, like she was his slave. Oh and he has looked at me, checking me out in a non fatherly way. No; Dad's opinion counted for squat in my mind. Next morning I found the girl of my dreams. No I didn't; it doesn't work that way. Next morning I went to work as I did the following two days and on the Friday I got home and tried another lesbian site. And there it was. "Anyone out there?" it read, "I am new to being a lesbian and I haven't admitted it to my family but I want to go to a nudist club and I'm not brave enough to do it on my own. Is there anyone who would like to go with me and hold my hand, in a manner of speaking?" I re read the words and my tummy filled with butterflies as I read them a third time. It was her; she was the one. It had to be Destiny. I shut my eyes and tried to think of what to say; not too anxious, not too off hand. Suddenly right then the one thing I needed in the whole world was a coffee. Fifteen minutes later I went back; the message was still there and the number of responses was nine. Once more I sat and stared at the screen. A state of depression had sunk over me and I nearly turned the computer off but somehow a glimmer of hope remained and I sent an apologetic message "Hi I'm Dawn and my mother won't speak to me since I told her so I know how you feel. I'm scared too of what's ahead but I think it would be easier to face with you than on my own." I pondered over the wording, wondered if I should add some more then decided no; that's enough, any more will make me look like an idiot. My finger hit the left mouse control and my message was sent. I sat at the computer an hour longer; surfing and going back to check for a reply every few minutes but none appeared. Utterly disheartened- I thought my message was really good and the no response hurt me- I had a few wines, then went and sat out on my tiny deck smoking the half pack I had over from my last Decision To Give Up Once And for All and wonder why no one liked me. I had not had a message from my irritating mother, whom I was missing like crazy, since that night. I wasn't going to change my mind though; I knew it was hurting her but it was my life and I was not turning back. I stubbed out the last cigarette, turned the lights off then had a quick shower to get rid of the cigarette smell and went to bed. Morning came and I was horny. God alone knows why; maybe it was the idea of going with her to the nudist camp. That was weird; I was a private person, oh yes I could get my tits out and show a bit of leg but the really private parts. No that was for my eyes and my gynecologist's only and yet here I was thinking of getting it all off. Not just thinking about i ; fantasizing about it. I logged on; I had a message- from her. What would it be? Sorry, not my type Ha ha I'm a guy- gotcha You sad bitch I shut my eyes after I had clicked and when I opened them I saw it. Different snatches hit me: "I cried" and "love to meet up" were the ones I loved most. She wanted to see me. She loved my message and had cried staring at it. I was right. She was the one and excitedly I messaged her and I gushed. A message came straight back- she gushed as well. I sat staring at her silly reply with an idiotic mad grin on my face and my eyes filling with tears. She was the one; she really was. "I love you Daffy Duck" I posted. "Daffy was a boy duck lol. Love you too Daisy Dukes." So that was it; she was Daffy and I was Daisy. Between us that is; to everyone else I was Dawn Olivia Sanders and she was Chloe Rose Burton. We lived two hundred miles apart and agreed to meet halfway in a romantic hotel where women pairing up in rooms were nothing to cause alarm. Not that I actually knew if such a place existed but we both agreed that it would be nice if one did. Google proved yet again that it was and is my friend giving me two possibilities when I keyed in lesbian friendly accommodation in... I chose the nicer one from the pictures and paid for one double room. The lady had a sultry voice and I expanded on my original terse just- the- facts booking request to tell her how we had met on line and now we were going to meet...oh yes and how we were so in love. She went silent and I thought "oh shit I've done it again." Instead she asked if I thought Chloe would like flowers in the room. I had no idea but I sensed she would so I said that would be nice. She confirmed my booking and we were old friends by now then just before she ended the call she told me they had a private pool with entry by key only, if I liked. I rang Chloe and heard her voice for the first time. She had the sweetest voice I had ever heard and I tried to keep what I had to say short so I could hear her voice. "I love listening to you," I told her and she laughed; but I knew she had loved hearing it. "Well I hope I don't disappoint you when you see me in person," she told me and I was torn between the horrible memories of that Invitation and how it had devastated me and the desire to somehow transport myself to Chloe's side and tell her how gorgeous she was. I was quiet for a few seconds and I heard. Hey?" "Oh God! Oh I'm sorry darling. I know you're gorgeous I just had a trap set for me and it ended really... well she or he was nasty." "Photo swap?" "Uh huh" "Guy." She said it so emphatically I was on the verge of asking her if but decided against it. It was in the past and it was up to me if I left it there or carried it around with me; it could stay in the past. "I'm going to make a real effort to impress you," she told me and her words sent shivers through me. 'Well I got flowers organized for the room," I announced triumphantly sounding like a six year old point scoring on her friends. "Well aren't you just so clever," she retorted and I felt so happy I smiled into the phone with tears in my eyes. "Are you crying?" she demanded. "A bit, I guess," I admitted ", why?" "I am. I can't believe I'm talking to you like this. When I saw your reply, you know?" "No; what?" "Oh, I just thought, she's the one. Like in the entire universe somehow we had been guided to each other. I sound like a Mills and Boon story huh." I ignored her self deprecating remark and replied to her telling me she would make a real effort to impress me. I would try my hardest for her too I told her and, banal as it must sound, I meant every word. I floated after I finally hung up- after her- and the world was suddenly a wonderful place again. We were going to meet later that day and I had a hundred and twelve miles to drive as well as get ready. It was after ten by this stage but I rang my beauty salon, told them I had a hot date and I needed the works like this morning; could they?" She rang back in a few minutes, they had reorganized things and they could see me in fifteen minutes. "Hot guy huh?" the girl asked as I lay naked on the table. "No, it's a girl actually. Does that matter?" "Your money," she relied impassively and it was obvious it did. "Go fuck yourself." I told her suddenly feeling terribly naked and horribly embarrassed. I got up and grabbed my robe and stormed out to reception. "That bitch has a problem with lesbians," I told the owner at reception ", isn't my money good enough?" She looked me up and down. "You're new to it; aren't you?" she asked quietly taking the wind out of my sails. I nodded silently and the trembling started. She smiled at me as the girl looked on nervously; her job clearly on the cards. I didn't see the look Madam gave her but she slumped against the door frame then Madam had ushered me into another room and shut the door. "Don't buy fights if you don't like them," she told me holding my chin between her fingertips. I shrugged and nodded; she was right and I was such a fool. The world isn't lesbian friendly and I had better get used to doing what I had to in public to cope; disloyal to Daffy as that was. She shaved me from head to toe, oiled and massaged me then after a shower she oiled me so my skin shone before doing my make up and hair. Not only that she had me stand nude before her and after studying my body intently rang through to her friend in the Boutique a few door down and ten minutes later a sheer creation together with the wispiest underwear I had ever seen and silver open toed shoes with four inch heels arrived. The underwear consisted of a half cup bra so my nipples got to point at the world and a thong that immediately rode up leaving everything on display. I loved them both. The sheer dress clung to my body with my nipples clearly showing through. I might add it clung to my buttocks too so the girly butt quiver was very much enhanced. I wondered what it would cost but she waved my request to pay aside. 'You look like sex on legs," she told me after making me do a slow turn for her. "Thank you," I told her "thanks for everything." She shrugged this time and blinked hard before leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek, ''Go get 'em Tiger," she said and turned on her heel to go back to being the Business Owner. "On my way, I'm the unbelievably sexy brunette in the lemon hardly there dress and slutty undies," I txted to her as I sat in my car about to head away. "Underwear?" she texted back ", how quaint." One nil to her. I grinned at the message again then drove down quite obsessed with her going commando and what it would feel like. I turned the air con on full and aimed it between my legs. Oh heavens! It did feel nice. Daffy & Daisy "Here now," I sent her when I parked in the hotel car park. "Horny now," I got back. Two nil. I met her in reception. She was as pretty as she looked in the photos she had sent me then as I stared at her little black dress she grinned and pulled the hem up. Sure enough: no underwear. I glanced over at Bella ( the sultry voice on the phone) she was looking at the both of us and smiling I smiled back at her and slipped my hands under Daffy's hem to cup her soft warm cheeks as we hugged. Her arms went up and round my neck and our lips knew what to do too. This is in the hotel foyer remember but it was soon clear that all their guests were lesbian and broad minded ones at that. They walked round us and a few pats on my bottom were given as they passed. I was lost in this new world of women in love. The competitiveness was gone and my defenses evaporated. Before if a woman had touched me She would have gotten the "what do you think you're doing" stare, even of I had rather liked it, but now I loved having hands on my butt. Her case was still in reception and we finally decided we should stop blocking the way and go up to our room. The hotel had a ground floor and a first floor; we were on the first floor. We embraced as soon as we were in the room and within seconds we were naked. I had had visions of a leisurely dinner, a few glasses of wine then a relaxed entry into the world of lesbian sex. No, we had almost torn our clothes in our haste to get naked then we were at it like ferrets. Kissing and tonguing like mad, exploring each other with our fingers and spreading as wide as we could so we could be explored. Her touch was amazing and as she traced yet another line down over my arm pit, down my side, across my left butt cheek, into my crack then up through my slit I thought I might just explode. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" I asked as I held both hands over my head to make it easier to torment my poor defenseless armpits. "Absolutely, mind you I have watched a shit load of videos," she told me with a look of pure evil. Three Nil. She it was who decided we needed to shower and after we had scrubbed each other we resumed our lovemaking.I can tell you that inhibition I mentioned concerning my 'womanly area' had flown out the window.It would be fair to say the true slut in me had been released and I lay on my back, as instructed, getting wetter and wetter, all on my own initiative, as I watched while she worked out which strap goes where and- crucially important let me tell ya- how to tighten them. "So, my nasty little slut," she said in that low voice that sends shivers down my spine", beg me to fuck you." She hauled me round so my ass was perched over the edge of the bed and pushed my legs back so my shins pressed against my shoulders and I was all on display. "Oh Jesus Fucking Christ Fuck me! Please! Stick it fucking well in me and fuck me!" I screamed at her. "Fuck me oh wonderful Daffy who's-" "Daffy!" I shouted in exasperation ", stop pissing about and fuck me! Now!" She pushed it in. No, there wasn't the tightness at the opening nor the groaning as my delicate vagina adjusts itself to the intruder; it went straight in and filled me. She left it in and moved back and forward just a little bit. Just enough to have my eyes rolling and begging her for more. I was her fuck toy and I knew she was turned on watching me; which turned me on more as well. She had moved to that stage where she had opened me right up and was drawing it all the way out, letting me close up then poking it back all the way in and I was trying to pull my legs back more so I could get the last quarter inch inside me. With it all the way up she leaned over, pushing my legs out of the way, wrapped her arms round my neck and pulled me up as she hugged me.Our mouths were wide open and we slobbered on each other as we licked; tongues, lips, chins it didn't seem to matter then it did and our lips were locked together. We had our eyes open; I was looking up into hers and it was all there in her eyes. The lust, goes without question, but the love! My God I have never felt loved like that and I came. For me, as a biological result of far too much stimulation? Absolutely but I came for her too. There was nothing I would withhold from her and nothing I felt I wouldn't do as well. She had earned the right to see me orgasm; I just hoped I had pleased her. "I'll get you off," I whispered and she gave me that grin of hers, pulled out far faster than I had imagined in my romantic vision of lesbian sex then showed unseemly haste in unfastening the carefully adjusted straps finally forcing the 'fucking thing" down her legs and kicking it away in frustration. "Ready?" I asked primly. I got the evil stare. Okey Dokey. "Kneel there, head touching the bed, knees apart and pull that cunt of yours open for me." She was a virgin. "Daffy?" I got the 'and?' look. "This will hurt babe?" "Hopefully." I pushed a finger in, she opened and a slid a second and a third in. All of them just pushing on the membrane. "Push that fucking thing in," she demanded and I went to fetch it off the floor. Not like that though. We had other toys and I unwrapped a likely looking vibe. It needed batteries of course and I opened the little pack, checked which end was which, carefully studied the marks on the battery cover then felt for the on/off button and once i had it going tested it against my palm inviting her to listen to the different sounds the motor made as I turned the speed dial. "You're a cunt! You know that ,don't you?" she hissed at me. The eyes narrowed but I ignored them and ,after taking an age to lube the thing ( yes, completely unnecessary as she was at pains to inform me and everyone within a five mile radius). "Ready now?" I asked brightly. She tried to do that narrowed eyes thing again but her face broke into a huge grin and she was just a little bit nervous. I turned the vibe on to medium and pushed. I stretched it but. There was no way I would hurt her. No way. She had shuffled back a little; to get more comfortable I had assumed and thought nothing of it but without warning she thrust back impaling her hymen on the dildo. I stared at it open mouthed; then I let go of it and I had to hug her. Her legs were pressed together and I rolled over her wrapping my legs round her and kissing her in between telling her how gorgeous she was and brave and fearless.And yes I was being ridiculous and over the top but I would have killed to protect her and I loved her more than I could have imagined one person could love another. Yes, I'm a sook and I was crying but she was one too and she had tears too. We cleaned her up a little while later and I gave her an improvised work over with the vibe opening her up. She came from my fingering; index and big finger stroking her G Spot, other hand squeezing at the base of the hood to pop the cit out and my wet thumb stroking clity until she bucked, said "Oh fuck!" and shuddered for me, convulsing as her orgasm ruled her body. She looked up at me looking down at her and the same craving to have pleased, to have been good enough was on her face as it had been on mine. "Sensational," I told her "sen fucking sational" She smiled contentedly and let me hug her. She didn't do much in return; she had worked hard- the hug was her reward. We showered again after our orgasms and I decided I wanted to stay naked for ever. Nakedness had always been a transition stage between wearing this and wearing that but now it wasn't a transition it was a permanent state in its own right- I loved it. We talked about going to a nudist club together and I found she hadn't really been serious on that score it was just a test as far as she was concerned but as far as I was concerned it was how I wanted to be. "Well how daring are you?" she asked with that mischievous twinkle I knew meant she had something daring for me to do. I shrugged "Try me." Go down to reception and ask if they've got any sex toys, handcuffs, that sort of thing for sale." 'Like this," I indicated my naked state hoping she would say yes. "Yes, like that. We aren't embarrassed at all are we?" "Are you coming?" "Excuse me? Who is going to be making the coffees while you're gone? It's not all beer and skittles for all of us my girl, now off you go and don't dally on the way back." She put on a very convincing Yorkshire accent did my Daffy. I was pushed out in the corridor with just my Visa Card and made my way cautiously to the stair well then went down to reception. There was that terrible moment of anxiety when I saw them and they hadn't yet seen me. What would they say? Would they tell me off? Say I was a pervert? Ask me sarcastically if I had forgotten anything? Then I came out of the hallway and into the foyer. There were just a few women in there, all of them dressed by the way, who stopped what they were doing to stare- and smile. I'd been stared at in the restaurant and that hadn't been any fun at all but this was. I quickly realized though that I wasn't allowed to watch them ogling me. It made me submissive to them and the whole thing was now a huge turn on for me.I went to the counter aware that my butt was now the center of attention, well hoping it was because that's the thing; are they looking? I wanted them to be but I wasn't, under the rules, allowed to check. I got a bit wetter. Bella made a point of keeping me waiting then made as if she was surprised to see me there. She said not a word about the absence of my attire and when I asked for the item in question she repeated each one loudly and put the selection for that category on the counter. Had I tried this vibrator, she asked sweetly or that one and did I prefer being bound or cuffed. I had no idea but the whole idea was getting me hotter and hotter. More women drifted in from the lounge and without having to ask I got to try having my wrists bound then handcuffed- I much preferred being bound- as well as ball gags or open mouth gags- open for me- also my first (pitifully small) butt plug and a variety of vibrators inserted at all sorts of angles into my hopelessly wet box. None of it was nasty- well pretend nasty with spanking my bottom and pinching my nipples but the girls were all lovely. I couldn't call them 'women' even if they were all ages; when we're together we're girls. My coffee was lukewarm when I got back and I got a very severe look when I came in laden down with all sorts of exciting sex aids which I dumped on the table for her to examine. "I missed you," she told me finally and I could see she was hurt that I had been away so long. "What? Think some nice lady had swept me..." I stopped because I could tell that that was exactly what she had been thinking. "Well for God's sake come with me next time; OK?" "OK." Three one and I smiled mysteriously at her. "Would you like to bind me- so I'm helpless." "How was it?" "Oh My God! It was fantastic! They stared at me but they were smiling and no one said anything nasty or gave me a shitty look, you know." "Wish I'd gone with you now. Let me see your bum?" It turned out that it was just mildly pink now although I'd certainly felt the spanks. All the same she looked impressed and insisted I lay over her lap but all she did was spread lotion, which she had in her handbag, over my bum . Not that that wasn't nice but a few more smacks would have been nicer. She made me lie next to her on the bed, my head resting on her bicep while we talked about ourselves and got down to what really got us down. Like mothers; for instance. Well you know all about mine but hers was worse. And she had a father too; both were hardcore Christian fundamentalists and her father had threatened to kill her (not that he put it like that but dead is still dead after all). I gave her that "and?" look then waited. She shuffled around uncomfortably then bit by bit it all came out and I knew she was now my problem. No way could she go back to her parents after this. We cuddled together after that and my little Daffy had a cry. It felt so good having her snuggled up to me and whimpering into my neck. Not that I wasn't feeling her hurt with her but when something is wrong I don't surrender to the melancholy instead I feel inspired to think of solutions. Yes a total inability to face reality. It didn't last long and Daffy was back in the saddle, eyes dried, nose blown and planning the rest of our day. She decided we would dress for dinner and when I pouted she told me not to be so silly. Not only that but we would both wear something a little less risqué than our meet and greet outfits. I had brought one, yes, as had she and we made a fine couple in our understated elegance, to say nothing of proper underwear underneath. After my performance in the foyer, which I was now regretting more than a little, we were the center of a certain amount of interest and I tried to look away from the winks and lip licking as we walked to my table. Then I saw her. I stopped in my tracks and stared hard at her peering this way and that. Satisfied it was her and consequently now with a hollow feel in the pit of my stomach I let Daffy lead me to our table. It wasn't, as I had hoped, a discrete table for two; it was a four seat job with our fellow diners already ensconced. We stood at our chairs waiting to be invited to sit. The older of the two graciously waved for us to be seated and we did so on our very best behaviour sitting bolt upright with our hands folded in our laps. I felt so nervous. Daffy reached for the carafe and poured us both a water offering, by way of gesture, to top their glasses up too. They nodded politely and she added a trickle to both glasses then put the carafe down and winked at me. I knew they were remembering what I looked like before when I was being the exhibitionist slut. Daffy gave me another smile to which I gave her a tense closed mouth one in reply then looked down at the table top. 'You're not the first you know," the younger one, whom we discovered was called Judith, told me. "No but definitely one of the better ones," the older one (Clara) finished for her. I blushed deep red and Clara reached over to pat my hand then stroke my forearm. 'Welcome to the sisterhood girls," Clara said to us and them we were hugging each other and I wiped a few silly tears away and they told me what an impact I had made before au naturel. Then it was as if the dam had broken and they were coming over to us, patting us on the back welcoming us and it was as if they had formed a wall around us not keeping us in but protecting us from what was out there. Dinner was served soon after and after the main course I had built up enough nerve to go over to her. "Civic girl?" I asked getting a puzzled look in return. "Cutting bait?" I added, if she was who I thought she was she would recognize the words. "You!" "Me.Well?" That "get fucked" still pissed me off. She looked away then looked back and shrugged. 'Sorry." (But not very.) "Thought you were a guy." "Well I'm not." "No. Of course not." "You've done well with her," she told me conspiratorially ', she's an absolute doll." We stared at each other then her face broke into a smile and I knew I had passed some sort of test. We weren't friends but at least she respected me. We hugged and I went back to our table feeling pretty good about myself; I had faced her. I was going to have to do a lot more of that in the weeks to come but at least it was a start. Daffy had watched me every second I had been absent from our little foursome. "It wasn't a guy after all," I told her with a shrug. She had worked it out even without hearing us. "Fancy her?" "No." "That's alright then." Gladys and Judith smiled nostalgically. Dessert followed the main, coffees and after dinner mints followed desserts and nudity followed the mints. No, it wasn't expected- the coffees were and the mints were a treat but mass nudity, uh uh, no, not really. There was this count down: "Ten, nine" Then they were all shouting at the top of their lungs "EIGHT, SEVEN, down to a deafening 'ONE" followed by a huge cheer and then they were stripping. The prim, sedate, pair at our table- everyone. Except us of course, we were standing shell shocked. Then we were grinning and stripping off too. The music had started and we all crammed onto the dance floor. Change Partners was the order of the day. I started with Judith when another woman muscled in. Judith let go very reluctantly and suddenly I was dancing with a chubby Asian lady who pressed herself against me and pulled my face to hers so she could stick her tongue in my mouth. I was much taller than her and so I was bent right over while her face was tilted up to mine. But my God could she do things with that tongue of hers. I had had very limited experience with erotic kissing what with being limited to dates with Evan and Co. For all that I was a quick study and she moved me on to having my armpit licked. I hadn't realized what a truly erogenous zone my well slobbered on armpits were till she had finished. It took a while for me to click that they all wanted a turn with us --not until the fifth one had fondled my tits and poked her tongue down my throat and I saw two more angling to get to me next. I felt so good and I went from dirty lesbian slut to Earth Goddess all languid sexuality closing my eyes wrapping my arms round the next one who, yes, turned out to be Civic girl. Anyone but her, still I was going to enjoy myself and if that meant treating her as a sex object , well so be it. My new found confidence meant I was calling the shots now. "Please me," I whispered in her ear then I licked her cheek and lifted my chin to let her know the stage was all hers. I'm sure Daffy would have wet herself laughing but I must have sounded convincing as there was this silence while she worked out what to do. I got kissed then her hand went to my slit and she pushed her fingers in. Way too hard and I jerked back. "Gentle kitten, gentle," I told her softly taking command as well as some pleasure in her crestfallen look. I moved back in to her pressing my pelvis and tits against hers. She went gentler this time too and her fingers were soon deep inside me and my knees felt a bit weaker than they had before. "Oh kitten, oh yes," I groaned and she was doing it for me. Fuck she was good. On her knees she grasped me at the hips while pushing her tongue into my slot. It licked up to my clit then my little pop out friend got her working over. Men haven't got a clue when it comes to turning us on down there; well they don't have one, do they? No, precisely, we do and she knew exactly how to drive me insane. I had my eyes closed and I don't think it was long before I came. They applauded-loudly. I opened my eyes and they were standing round watching. All except Daffy, naturally enough, Judith was on her knees in front of her with her hands gripping my favorite butt cheeks while Daffy had pulled her lips wide apart to make the licking process just that little bit easier. She looked over at me and smiled then closed her eyes with the smile still on her face; she was enjoying this. I closed my eyes knowing I had a smile on my face too. It wasn't just getting turned on and brought off; it was the belonging. We had walked in on a gathering of strange women and now they were our friends. We danced and snogged just going from one to the other till we could barely stand and finally the senior ladies must have decided we were done and next thing we knew we were in our bed all tucked in with the lights off and the door shut.. Of course we were far to excited to do anything silly like go to sleep and we lay together listening until their footsteps had gone back to the stair well then the clump clump sound of them going back to the party. I leaned forward, got onto all fours and backed up. She smacked my bum for me then fondled my pussy. Daffy & Daisy I shook my head and I heard "Oh dear; a dirty girl huh?" I nodded happily and next I knew her tongue was pushing against my cute pink anus. Naturally I reached behind and pulled hard to open it up to be neighborly. I got "Tsk, tsk , tsk" and another couple of smacks. She took her finger away and licked it very noisily then I felt it wet returned to the same place and she pushed it so I was on the verge of going I, waited, just to drive me insane, then pushed it steadily all the way in. I put my head down and stayed there ass in the air with her seeing all I had and doing what ever she wanted down there. Mr Wilson my Gynecologist came to mind, a kindly man in his fifties, very matter of fact; he referred to my vagina as 'the equipment'. Goodness! How was I going to let him see me after Daffy has seen 'the equipment' and all these women have seen it too. Now the idea of a man seeing my bits seemed a bit naff. There must be lesbian gynos out there. I didn't want a straight one looking down there and in there; no, I could feel the disapproval. "Perfectly healthy vagina down there Dawn," she would tell me with me lying legs spread and feet in the stirrups ", just the thing for breeding healthy boys and girls with good bloodlines. No Latino in you is there Dawn? No, didn't think so. Good breeding stock and you're wasting it on some dyke lesbian, buzz cut and tats everywhere I suppose. God knows I try to be tolerant but if you want to be a filthy little pervert." She pauses while giving me a look of utter contempt then turns away to fill in her form while the nurse guides me to the dressing area being careful not to allow skin to skin contact in case Lesbianism is contagious and can be transmitted by touch. "Penny for them," Daffy said cheerfully and I flopped down on the bed then turned over and lay leaning on my elbow to talk with her. No reason why she shouldn't have a nice view while we talked though- is there. "I'm just thinking what it's going to be like out there, you know?" Then I realized what an unbelievably selfish cow I really was. After what Daff had told me of her family and I was thinking all about me. "Sorry, " I said hurriedly trying to catch the horse and bring it back into the stable. "It's OK, when I saw you I started thinking about it too." "Well we're paid for till Sunday so lets enjoy today and we can face after when it comes." I sounded a lot more positive and cheerful that I felt. Somehow though I felt that glimmer of hope and as it hadn't let me down yet I allowed myself to wonder if. What the 'if' would be I had no idea but maybe. Meantime she got up, made us a hot chocolate, which we took turns drinking, and after some more cuddling in the darkness I drifted off into the deepest sleep I had had in years. Morning came. It had actually been with us for a few hours making itself at home, filling rooms with light, that sort of thing before I decided to acknowledge its presence. Blossom Chops was still dead to the world but I was filled with so much energy. I felt positive, an almost unknown state for me. I got up, went to the toilet, had a shower then went to the kitchen (still naked of course) , put the jug on , got the toaster out of the cupboard, put the small frying pan on the bigger of the two bench top elements and in no time the cruel smell of bacon and eggs was wafting towards Precious. She rolled over from her face buried in the pillow and blinked a few times as she took in what I was doing. Well I was beaming at her from the kitchenette part of the room and seeing me happy her face broke into a smile too. I went to go to her but she waved me away telling me to watch her breakfast. So I watched her breakfast, and mine while she went toilet then had a shower. Breakfast was on the table waiting for her as she came out all fresh and clean. We ate without saying much; it was just such a thrill to be doing it with the one person I loved most in all the world. As we sipped our coffees we conversed. I can't say 'chatted' because there's distance and no invading personal space in 'chatted' and we spoke about our intimate thoughts, not of sex but of what we liked, what we feared also who we feared; our mothers- mostly. We got ourselves down a bit with that and Daff, after much thought, as a way to pick us up said "Let's do a naked walk." "What, now? They're all in bed still, I guarantee it." She insisted and because she always has to have her way (as if I minded) we walked naked along the hall to the stairwell then down to reception. Bella and the cleaning lady were there while I heard the sounds of breakfasts being made while another maid was frantically setting tables in preparation for the horde of ravenous women about to descend on them at any minute. She smiled at us when she looked up. "Still in love?" We both blushed and gleamed for her. "My God you are a pair of stunners, aren't you. Tell you what, how about you do some waitressing at breakfast? It's really easy, all you have to do is write the orders down in these pads and remember to put a number in their card holder." We looked blankly at her. "So you know where to take the food when it's ready," she explained patiently. The flicker of a smile was at her mouth and finally she broke and her face was one big smile. "Yeah, like that." 'Won't they mind?" 'As if. They couldn't get enough of you last night- I'm not going to tell you what the girls you were with paid to have you at their table -" "Paid?" I asked incredulously. "Oh yes, worth every penny too they told me; said you're feisty when you want to be," she looked at me and I felt like I had won the Gold Medal in the Lesbian Olympics. "There was some pretty stiff bidding I can tell you." I was dying to know the figure and who else bid but I picked that that was for Bella and the bidders to know and for me not to trouble my pretty little head about. "So what do we do?" asked Daffy, Princess of Practicality, taking it upon herself to speak on both our behalf. The waitress ran us through the processes, what was where and so on then we got to practice carrying trays a few minutes. Just before the rush Bella came over with our uniforms, a white bow tie, matching little cap, which she pinned in place, white cuffs and black heels. The shoes nearly fitted and I discovered she had a selection out there from previous maids and for new ones. At ten thirty Bells hit the gong and almost instantly I heard the sound of footsteps. We were at the doors ready to welcome and seat our ladies. As instructed we stood facing the foyer with our hands behind our backs and looking off into the middle distance. In no time the foyer was full of women, all but two of whom were dressed. Smiling sweetly in welcome Daffy took the ticket from a tall Middle Eastern Lady who was holding hands with a young Indian girl and led them to their table took their order, left the matching number in their card holder, took the order to the kitchen counter then came back to the doorway. "You're allowed to do that too," she told me pleasantly as I felt my head whirling. I muttered something of an apology and looked at the lady in front of me. "Good morning, table for?" And I was off. I lead them to their table, took their orders, bent over to pick some invisible lint off the floor then took their orders to the kitchen counter and returned to the entrance. They were absolutely silent. Daffy was going like a train; sitting them and getting the orders then after seeing my house keeping performance she too found the need to bend over to pick up off the floor. We served the meals and drinks too. All eyes were on us for a while but they got used to naked hot waitresses and started the inevitable chatter over a meal. It had worked; we had made a difference but they accepted us. At the end of the meal Bella went up on the little stage and clapped her hands for silence. "Did any of you notice anything different about the way breakfast was served this morning?" Broad smiles answered her with any witty remarks from various tables cut off with vicious looks from fellow diners. "I'm thinking of asking Chloe and Dawn if they would like to work here, would you like that?" A huge cheer went up and I felt myself blush with the eyes getting a bit watery too. "Well?" she asked looking at us and once again every eye was watching. It was the answer to a prayer, I didn't need to think it through; I just knew it was right. "We'd love to," I replied confidently and as one all the ladies present stood and clapped us. So that was our new life together. The hotel did a roaring trade with breakfasts, lunches and dinners invariably over subscribed while the room the occupancy rate was habitually at close on 100%. We did tell our mothers and I sent hers a message that I had my own little arsenal too which I asked her to pass on to her husband. Not that it was true but I must have sounded convincing because we never did see him. My mother was, and still is, convinced it was just a phase and continues to look for Mr. Right for me. Bless her. Work was really good about it when I rang in that Monday, it turns out they were looking for someone to lay off and seeing as how I was resigning they wouldn't have to pay redundancy so "win win all the way round" as Mr. Francis put it. Somewhat smugly I thought. But that was another potential confrontation done and dusted. There were other logistical things, like moving our stuff. We were to live in one of the suites at no charge and share in a percentage of the takes on the meals plus a basic pittance doing other work through the day and a generous allowance for our time as nude models a few times a week. That was two years ago. Daffy and I have visited my mother once together, it didn't go well with mom thanking Daff profusely for keeping me company while I wait to meet "the right man" and start a family. It's an ordeal to visit now and I do them as a matter of duty but on my own because I got a hundred and twelve miles of barely disguised anger on the drive back that first time. We have not been to Daffy's parents place; nor do we plan to do so any time soon. Oh, nearly forgot; Civic Girl, actually Geraldine, and I are great friends now; it turned out the reason she put 'go fuck yourself' was that she thought I was a guy. So it was all a big mistake really with her thinking I was a guy and me thinking she was and because of that I ended up with Daffy so, sometimes, mistakes can turn out for the best after all. Daffy Her Mom got in bed with us and joined the conversation but made no comment on the fact that her baby daughter was fucking me at the time. Her eyes did follow the appearance and disappearance of my cock into Daphne's pussy. After a third orgasm Daphne dismounted me and said it was time for her mother to show her how to make a meatloaf. Her mother's hand seemed to be reaching over to grip my cock but she just managed to control herself before grasping it. Apparently she had a small orgasm from that experience. Her nostrils were flared and her mouth was open. She immediately headed to the bathroom. Daphne had seen that and asked me, "Still want to marry me?" "Well yeah but give me some time to absorb all of this." "You have four weeks." "That's plenty of time, I was thinking in terms of four minutes." "Would it help if I kiss you for four minutes?" "Yes, probably. It would not hurt." Two minutes later her kisses had been re-directed to my cock. Two minutes after that my cock was re-directed into her pussy and she had resumed her kisses. "Well?" "Well what?" "Have you decided how you feel about my immoral family?" "Your family is immoral?" I asked in astonishment. I got my shoulder slapped, my lips devoured and my cock fucked hard for that remark. I managed to hold on until Daphne's very major orgasm joined mine. Almost immediately we were asleep. We had forgotten her mother was in our bathroom, masturbating.