6 comments/ 36355 views/ 21 favorites Erin No Bra By: wistfall1 (Author's note: All of these stories are intended for a very specific audience—lesbians who've had problems with religious beliefs, and their overwhelming desire to love another woman. The mental and emotional stress they have been subjected to, while wholly unnecessary and erroneous, still takes its toll on those so afflicted. These stories were meant to reach lesbians, thus though they have much religious text in them, they would most likely not be seen by most lesbians if placed in the Essay category. Beside that, they all are set as stories, thus placement in the Lesbian category. If you still wish to read them, please keep these items in mind. All citations are accurate within the bibles (King James Version and New Revised Standard Version, plus some from The Catholic Bible) they are taken from, and you are welcome to verify all of it. In fact, I hope you do verify it all as it will lead you, if you need it, to the truth of the lies we are told, and an understanding of how those lies are affecting so many, and in so many ways. Also, the historical evidence is also known as accurate, and you are welcome to verify that as well. Sola Veritas! Thank you.) (Reading note: All of these stories are about lesbians who have had problems—great or small—with religion in their church and/or religious family, as well as how religion was being used to shame lesbians with much believed lies. The stories are best understood, and make more sense if read in sequence of submission, which is: The Devil's Gateway, parts 1 and 2; Fortune's Wiles, parts 1 and 2; Liv's Legacy: Anise; Liv's Legacy: Paula, part 1 and 2. Thank you.) Chapter 1 I was crazy about her. It was the first time I saw her, and she made me tingle all over, and had my pussy raging and about to soak my panties. "Who's that gorgeous red head?" I asked May. "The one with the soft curls?" "Uh-huh." "Erin. Erin O'Dea. Hell of a set she'd got, huh? The bitch is a tease though. Everyone wants some of that, but nobody knows anyone that's had her, at least not yet. She always leaves alone as far as anyone knows." "Nobody, huh?" "Uh-uh. Nobody—yet!" Soft curls on a teasing bitch, huh? She was everything I wanted from what my heart and pussy were telling me, not to mention my eyes. Lord, she was fantastic. To go with her soft curls, she had shorts that were pretty form fitting. When she danced, and spun around, I could see that they cupped her ass showing it was perfectly round, molding her as if in invitation, and every bit as sassy as she was. If that's all that there was about her, it wouldn't be so bad—just excruciatingly terrible for me and my aching pussy. Oh, lord, she was something. "Can't quit looking, can you, Jen?" May asked, grinning. "Can anybody?" "Not that I know of, at least not anybody alive, that is. Like I said, everyone wants some of that pussy." That made me feel good. Maybe I would have a chance somewhere along the line. As I thought, I was staring at her thighs, noticing her musculature and tone, not to mention skin color like I had never seen. Legs were my thing, that was for sure, but she definitely had much more to go with her fabulous legs. Yeah, she had everything, but it was her thighs that were like Circe's sirens to me. Have you ever seen a woman with thighs that did nothing but glue your eyes to them? Maybe it was the dancer in me that appreciated her legs so much. And speaking of dancing, she could dance. I liked that; it made her thighs show up more, made her even sexier. Dream stuff for sure. "Hey, your tongue is on the table," May cackled. I smiled, and came back to earth, to my drink, and wondered... One never knew. I had stayed with May for the first two weeks I was in town until I found my own place. She was a good friend of my cousin, Amy, who knew I was a lesbian. Amy talked to May, and she let me crash with her. It was a good thing for me since May turned out to be a good friend, and no, we didn't get it on with each other though she was a lesbian too. May is good looking, kind of delicious, I guess, but the chemistry wasn't there for either of us. A hug and kiss hello and goodbye was good for us, or even a spontaneous hug every now and then, but that was it. "Well, she seems to have a good circle of friends," I noticed. "That she has. Always! If not for that, I'd of tried to get a dance with her, but she seems quite content and always has a full dance card, if you know what I mean." That was true; she was very active on the dance floor, and May was right, she seemed content, and never did seem to mind, or maybe it was not noticing, all the lust in her friend's eyes. She was all fun and dance. "Girl, you either need to dance or get the hell out of here before people start to think you peed in your panties." I turned sharply to see May grinning up a storm. "That bad?" "Uh-huh, that bad. Come on, babe," she said, getting up. We went to the dance floor, and soon I forgot my lust for the red headed Erin. There's something about dancing that can make you to feel like you're either lost, or you found where you belong. The dance floor was like that for me. "Holy fuck, you sure as shit can dance," May said, admiring my moves. I smiled. Dancing, for me, was my perfect match; we were made for each other. We danced several dances, and when we were done, a few of the gals applauded. I had no idea anyone was watching. "We dance anymore and you'll have a lot of friends. Where'd you learn to dance, girl?" "I used to dance some; took lessons before I was a teen." "Fan-fucking-tastic, girl," May said, a little awed. "Anyway, it makes you thirsty, huh?" "Yeah. Me too." May got us another round, and I went back to my drooling over my red headed dream girl. Later, we had a few more dances, and sure enough, a few of the others stopped by to express their appreciation for me, and to let me know they'd like to have one if I felt like it. I danced away feeling my joy in it. * * * * "What the fuck, I take a new friend out to dance, and now everyone wants to be her friend," May kidded with me. "Wanna come in for a drink, or spend the night?" There was no hint of anything in her voice, so it was fine with me. "That might be okay if you don't have anything to do," I said. "Naw, not a thing. Big loaf day tomorrow. Just me and the laundry, and a few other things I hate just as much," she laughed. May's house was nice. It had three bedrooms, but she used one for a computer room. When I stayed with her, I sometimes used the spare room, and other times we talked ourselves to sleep in her bed, but that was it. We were like teenage friends, gossiping, laughing some, and talking about everything that suddenly came to mind. May was interesting. She was an actuary for a mid-sized insurance firm, wrote erotica on the sly, loved thinking about her life—everybody's life—and she was looking for a permanent lover. Maybe that's why she never made a move on me, but that was fine with me. I never felt any chemistry with her other than that of a good friend, and those are hard to come by, thus I didn't want to ruin it for us. Me? What did I want—besides the red head? I noticed I didn't want to say her name in my mind. Maybe I didn't want to personalize her, and wind up obsessed with her, though that would be a fine obsession. Then again, maybe not. Obsessing wasn't good. We had a drink, talked about whatever, then we took a shower—separately—and May tossed me a pair of PJ's, and we hit the sack gabbing away. As a friend, I loved May, and it seemed that May felt similarly about me. * * * * May and I went to the club on successive Friday nights—The CACTI Club. When I asked why it was named The CACTI Club, May grinned up a storm. "You're gonna love this: It's Catch A Cunt Tonight, Inc., the Inc Mary, the owner, says is so she can't be blamed if it don't work out," she cackled. How could one not cackle at that? I know I did, and raucously, ridiculous a name that it was, though maybe not so ridiculous. We kept going to the club—there was no way I could resist going, what with that package of complete joy being there for me to watch and dream of. Maybe some thought of May and I as a twosome, an item, but no one said so, and that didn't stop anyone from wanting to dance with me. I noticed the red head's dance card stayed full too. The last time we went to the club, and May and I were on the floor, the red head danced nearby to us. Soon a lot of the other dancers gathered around the four of us, and started clapping and whopping and hollering. We turned it up some and even took time to smile at each other once, but just that once. We were both too into the dancing, in feeling the eroticism it can bring, but leaving you feeling good when you stopped. Was dancing somehow a natural substitute for sex? I'd never thought of it that way. "Jesus, that was some show you and your fantasy gal put on," May said. "Some show we all put on," I corrected her. "Bull! The two of you ought to get together, but if you do, you better be careful," she said as if seriously. "Why?" I had to ask. "Fuck, are you kidding? Those others will kill you for taking away their chance of getting at her. Envy runs high for puss like that—and you're not bad either, you know." "Rope, or tar-and-feathers?" I grinned. "Rope for you, and maybe tar-and-feathers for her from those who are favoring you now," she returned my grin. "You're good for a person's ego—and you're so full of it, too," I laughed. May did too. The next Friday, after a couple of more dances, we both showed off for each other as we did that first time, and I was feeling good about my chances with her some day. This was her club though—she was here long before I came in—so I was leaving it up to her to make the move. What I was doing was sizing things up, being cagy, not letting her think I couldn't see straight where she was concerned. I didn't want her thinking me easy though May thought otherwise. My mind kept wondering, trying to plot things out, but it always came back to her never seeming to have a lover, much less a partner. Chapter 2 "Boy, when you two get together—and I got a feeling that's going to happen—I'd like to have a front row seat, and not just on the dance floor." I laughed. "Well, it better start happening pretty soon or I won't have a mind to do anything with." "She's driving you crazy, huh?" May said as we laid in her bed quietly talking. "If I make any more errors at work, I may find my ass on the street with no job," I cackled. "Mm-mm, like I said, I'd love to be the fly on the wall," I heard the wicked smile in her voice. * * * * The next weekend, while we were sitting and drinking, May suddenly had a problem. "Oh, shit." "What's wrong, babe?" I asked, worried she was sick, or something. "Uh, I gotta go," she said, and left me in a rush. I watched her make a beeline for a girl who was more than interesting, somewhat olive skinned, maybe from the Mediterranean area. A fairly large butch started for her too. I know she was because when May got there, the butch stopped, then turned around and went back. The girl May rushed to was sweet looking, too. It looked as if May was making contact pretty good, and sure enough, they started dancing. Then they danced some more. I couldn't help but grin. May's pussy must have screamed at her, and threatened to bite her if she didn't at least try to make it with whoever she was. They both looked happy. "Jen, this is Naz," May said when they both came to the table. "Hello, Jen," Naz said, and quickly bent to hug and kiss my cheek. I did the same, getting partially up out of my chair. "Naz. That's an interesting name," I couldn't help but say. "It's Mahnaz, Persian for glory of the moon or something like that," she said. "My mother is Iranian, and liked that name." "I love it. Fits you, if you ask me," I said. May gave me a look. "Thank you," Naz said. "You're welcome. Are you joining us for a while? Or are you taking May away?" I grinned. "No, I won't take her away, and yes, I'd love to join you both." "You two looked beautiful out there dancing," I ventured to mend my faux pas. "Thank you. I enjoyed dancing with May. Maybe she'll ask me again," she gave May the eye that said she hoped May would—or maybe that May better. "You bet, hon, right after we have a drink," May said, waving at the waitress. They danced some more, then sat down for a while. It wasn't long before Naz gave May a start. "Would you dance with me?" she asked, looking at me, then we both looked at May, but for different reasons. "I'll be here," she said, but a bit uncertainly. I wasn't too sure either, but we went out to the dance floor, and got to it. Then Naz got to it. "Is it okay for me to be dancing with May?" she asked, herself uncertain and wondering. Now I knew what it was about. She must have wondered if we were together, and didn't want to step on my toes. I loved her for that. "I love May to pieces, but as a friend, and a better friend you won't find, so no problem," I told her. "Wow! Thanks. I kinda wondered if you two were, uh..." "No," I cut her off, "we're not together in any way," I smiled my best smile for her. "Thank you. I was worried I might be going where I shouldn't," she said, nothing but concern for propriety in her tone. When the dance ended, we returned to our table, and as we did, Naz kissed May's cheek, and sat next to her where she had been. May and Naz danced some more, then we broke up. And so it was that I lost May for the night. I was glad I had my car because May left with Naz, and I couldn't blame her. Naz was more than lovely. * * * * This was new, but I liked it okay. May and Naz decided they liked each other for another go-around. I met them at the club for their St. Patrick's Day celebration, and green beer for a quarter a mug. There was a lot of beer being drunk—I couldn't see anyone without a mug of the green in their hand or in front of them. As expected, May and Naz danced together almost exclusively. I did get invited to dance once by each of them. It was a good thing others took pity on me. At one point, as the music went on, and many were dancing, someone stood and shouted "Long live Ireland," with a lot of others merrily joining in. Then one of the girls in that group stood up with a mug in her hand and shouted "Erin go braug." Then most everyone who wasn't dancing was standing and shouting it, their mugs held high in celebration. After about three chants, the words seemed to change, and everyone was looking towards where my red head was dancing. Paying closer attention, and listening to May and Naz, I realized that the shout had morphed from "Erin go braugh," into "Erin no bra." 'Erin no bra?' They were all chanting for my fantasy girl to take her bra off? Yes they were, and pretty demandingly too. Everyone loved, and always stared at, Erin's tits since she filled her tops out superbly. The chant kept up as if a contest, but there were no sides, just a wanting for Erin to take off her bra. She was slightly embarrassed and grinning, and shaking her head no, but the chant kept getting louder and stronger. Finally, with a lot of exhortations from her friends close by, she looked like she might do just that..Then it did happen, or started to happen, and a large cheer went up, and continued. Erin lifted the bottom of her tee top to reveal a front closure, strapless bra, and unhooked it, and without revealing any of her breasts, she pulled it off, and waved it, and blushed so that her face looked like her hair. Then another chant went up. "Dance! Dance! Dance!" when the music of an Irish jig began. I have no idea what the name of it is, but it's the one I always think of when I think of an Irish jig. Erin's breasts looked as if they still had a bra holding them up, but as she graced everyone with a jig, her tits bounced more than they usually might have. More, it excited her to where her nipples puckered out and teased us all. And the only thing I could do was to appreciate the show, and let my pussy bitch all that it wanted to, but I wasn't about to pay it any attention while watching Erin dance and her tits bounce so saucy and naughty. When it was over, the deafening applause for Erin was well deserved. "That is some gal," Naz said. "You two would be great as a dance couple," she said, looking right at me. May nearly choked on her drink. "Yeah, I agree," May said after she'd recovered. All I could do was to look at May, and smile. Besides dancing with some of the other girls, I did some dreaming of my red head, and wondered if I'd ever get a chance. We looked at each other a couple of times as we danced, but that was it. I still held that I was the newbie, and if she wanted to dance with me, she should do the asking. Was I being bull-headed and stupid? I had to admit I probably was, but I didn't dwell on that thought. Whatever, I found a pretty good dancer, and I turned it up. "Damn, girl, you're making me look bad," she grinned. "Never. You're too good, and make me want to dance more," I let her know truthfully, or mostly so. What I was after more than anything was piquing my red head's interest. I did catch her looking out of the corner of my eye. "You're Jen, right?" "Yes. You?" "Miranda." "You are good, Miranda, and you do make me want to dance more." "I'll take that as gospel and let myself feel good about it. If you ever get your eyes off of Erin, let me know," she winked at me. Good grief, was I that obvious to everyone? I had no idea of what to say. "Shut your mouth, girl, you're letting all the flies in," the hateful thing said with too big a grin. When it was over, I made my lonesome trek home, May going wherever she and Naz went. * * * * Getting up at eight, I put some coffee on, and waited for it to brew. As I waited, the doorbell chimed. Looking through the peephole, I saw it was May. "Hi. What's got you out so early?" I said as I hugged and kissed her cheek. "Jeez, hon, I gotta talk. Is the coffee ready?" "Yeah, come on in and have a cup," I led her to my kitchen, as if the coffee smell wouldn't do that on its own. "What's the problem?" "I'm in love, babe." "That's a problem?" "For me, I guess it is. Shit, I feel worse than a teenager. I'm so fuckin nervous it's pitiful. Hell, I am pitiful!" she said, her arms flung out, and her face making sure I understood her. "You look okay to me. Why do you think you've got a problem, and why does it make you nervous?" "If Erin was suddenly in your lap, how would you feel?" Ouch! Uh, like May said, I supposed. Now I thought I might be understanding. So what was it that I was supposed to do? "Why do you bring that up so early in the morning? Don't you have any pity on me? Are you becoming a bitch just because you either got laid, or are gonna get laid?" I said, letting her know I that had no idea what to tell her. "Shit! A fine friend you turned out to be," she bitched at me. I grinned, and she did too. "Seriously, I'm out of it." "Enjoy it," I said wryly, but then smiled. "I'm glad for you, May. I take it that it's mutual." "Yeah, I think so. I hope so," she added. "Me too. I like her. She's got class to go with her looks, and she dances good too. Can't get any better than that if she likes you in bed too." "She said the same about you—that you had class, and that you can dance," she made sure to clarify. "So there, it's settled then, huh?" I couldn't help but laugh. May laughed with me. "Yeah, it's settled. Damn, I don't think I've ever fallen for anyone so damned fast." "Uh, if I remember correctly, it happened when you saw her, right?" I had to tease her. Erin No Bra "Oh, boy, it sure as shit did. Christ, she hit me hard. I think I'd of ran through a field of cactuses barefoot to get to her." "Uh-huh. That's exactly how I remember it, then again, it is The CACTI Club," I teased her as I agreed, my smile unrelenting, "and you sure weren't about to let any stickers get in your way." She made a nasty face and aimed it at me, but then grinned. "So, have you guys gotten to talking about what you're going to do about whatever you two think you have?" "Some." "Some? I guess you want to talk, so what does 'some' mean?" "She's got a problem." "What's that, if you feel free to say?" "She's half Persian, as she likes to say, and anyone can see it. I mean, yeah, she's got a beautiful color, but it worries her." That took in a load of things. It could be hell for any of us, and it often was, even in so-called 'safe' cities. Some people just didn't like lesbians, and when a tad of color might be involved too, well, we all know how that goes, but I just couldn't see it. Naz was simply too gorgeous for anyone to notice anything else. "That can be a problem, but you know this town a lot better than I do, but all I see is that she's a real looker, and that's how I think everyone else sees her. What's your take on it?" "I can't ignore it since it bothers her, but other than that, I'm not sure. Got any ideas? Words of wisdom, I hope?" "You love her, you were out looking for love, and I presume she was too, and already knew her possible problems, so, go from there," I said, thinking as best I could. "To where?" May asked, and by the way she asked it, I knew her mind was a muddle. She must have really gotten bit by the love bug, but she had a good question, or at least she thought so. "You two will have to talk about it, sweetie. You'll have to decide what's worth what, and if it's worth it to both of you, then try to make yourselves comfortable with it, but it's what we're all faced with. If you both wanted love, and knew some of the problems, why look for it if you're not willing to take whatever chances you have to for it?" "You're no help," she bitched, but then grinned. "Actually, you have helped me out. I'm a little calmer now, thinking about what you've said. Me? I want her, and I'll do whatever." "Maybe you two can stay at one place one night, and another place on another night until you figure it out. Oops! Where does she live? Never mind, not my business. I'm sure you two know what all you're facing and where." May left after a while, and was feeling much better by the time she did leave. We had a long hug, and a friend's kiss on the cheek, as well as some nice pats on the back, or rubs on my part. Chapter 3 Sunday morning, I didn't feel like cooking, and cereal didn't appeal to me. I went out, and soon spotted a restaurant that looked fairly decent, and stopped in. I ordered a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs, home-fries with bacon, and coffee and read my paper while I waited. As I was drinking some of my coffee, someone sat down in my booth across from me. When I looked up, I saw her. My breath about deserted me! "Why haven't you asked me to dance with you?" Erin got right to what she was after. Lucky me. I was too busy staring at her to get flustered by her question. My unconscious mind came up with an answer for me without my doing any thinking, and thank goodness it wasn't something stupid. "Why didn't you ask me?" I calmly asked her. Well, my voice was calm, but I was exhorting myself not to blow this chance. That got her. Was it time to give her more to think about, to push her to make the move? I had to try, and hope for the best. "Look, you're a fantastic dancer, and everyone knows it, but I came in just a few weeks ago. It's your turf, girl, so if you want to dance with me, it's sort of proper for you to do the asking. I don't want to try to be an interloper in your group. You are pretty much in the same group every week as far as I can tell. Does that make sense?" Her face became somber, and I could see her mind working, thinking. That was good—maybe. Then she started to smile, and looked up at me, a devil sparkling in her eyes. That's when I saw that she had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen, and doubtless, the most beautiful. "Scared?" she asked softly, a challenge thrown out to me. I didn't answer right away. I was too busy looking in her eyes and loving what I saw. Then my breakfast arrived. "What for you, honey?" the waitress asked. "Get some breakfast to go with some coffee," I invited. "You buying?" "I invited you, didn't I?" "Yeah, you did," she said, looking at my plate. "That looks good; I'll take the same." "Not a bad choice. The bacon not only looks good, but it's tasty," I said, being careful to not open my mouth too much as I was chewing it. "Thanks," she said. "Now how about my question? Are you, or were you, scared to ask me?" "Uh-uh, just being polite, and leaving it to you to do as you might like," I casually said, and prayed it was a good answer. "You're pretty cool, you know. How come? I've seen you looking at me, and I know you're interested. You are, aren't you?" "Sure. About the same as you, I suppose," I lied outrageously, at least in how I presented it. Interested in her? God, I was dying to get together with her, in bed preferably, but any other way I could if not. "Why do you say that? I don't stare at you the way you do me," she said confidently. "You're here," I shot back right away. She mulled that one over, then her coffee came, and she fixed it. I noticed she liked some sugar and a bit of cream. "You're a fabulous dancer, and you are cool. I like that," she said. "I like you," she added quickly, no blush, no hesitancy whatsoever. "Same with you," I said after I swallowed my last mouthful. "So, are you going to ask me to dance with you?" "Are you inviting me to?" "Damn it, you're too quick. What do you want?" "In what way? I was just eating," I took a chance saying it. "Cut the bull, Jen. Is that right? Is Jen your name, what you like to be called?" she asked with a sudden change in tone, a nice tone it was, too. "Jennifer, but I answer to either one of them, but thanks for asking. As to the bull, you'll have to explain that. Ask what you want to, and I'll do my best to give you an honest answer." Her breakfast came, and she started eating. "It is good," she said. "If I ask you to dance, will you?" I grinned. "Why are you grinning?" she asked, but she was blushing already. "I'll ask you the same question you asked me before: scared?" I kept grinning. "N-no," she lied, but not much. "I mean, I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do," she said, obviously flustered. I had her, but should I push it? And if I did, would I be going too far, and ruining my chances? "You takes your chances like we all do, girl, but I'd say that the way you dance, your chances are very good. I don't know of anyone who would say no to dancing with you," I added some nice softness to cushion it all. We ate in silence for a while, at least enough for me to finish, and Erin mostly so. "What do you want from me?" she asked out of nowhere. "Same thing that you do, hon." "How do you know what I want?" "You've been pretty much telling me." "Oh?" she shot at me, and gave me a look that asked what I was talking about, or what did I mean by that. "We're talking about dancing. I take it that you'd like to dance with me, else why are you here, and why are we talking, but eating breakfast with you is nice too?" I shot back quickly, and wondered at myself. Honestly, I couldn't remember being so glib. She was quiet again for a few moments. "You're insufferable," she said quietly. Too quiet, and kind of nice. "But do you still like me?" I asked. It didn't take long, but she nodded her head slowly, looking down. "Why are you looking down like that? Is it such a bad thing to like me?" "I do-don't know. Is it?" she asked, that soft voice again, but troubled. "I hope not. Anything I can do to help you out? Be glad to if I can." She sat there for another moment, then suddenly started to get up. "Thanks for the breakfast," she nearly mumbled. "You're welcome any time," I said quietly to no one as she left quickly. I watched her go, and then started to second guess myself. Had I messed it up? I had no way of knowing, but my mind joined my pussy in not liking how I handled things at the end. Chapter 4 It wasn't any fun being myself when I got in bed after my mind battered me to near unconsciousness during the day. What the heck, I deserved it—maybe. As best I could, my fingers tried to pacify my pussy, but she wasn't having any of it. Try as I might, I couldn't placate my sexual needs, and my mind kept warring with me for my stupidity, my idiocy, and lord only knows what other transgressions. I cursed myself, and made myself go to sleep. Needless to say that it was necessary to block out all that was other than work related thoughts less I let myself in for more punishment, deserved or not. How I did it was a testament to my stubbornness, but I survived without screwing up my job until Friday. I did get a call from May, but all she said was that they'd meet me at the club. * * * * Hugs and kisses out of the way, we settled down to chatter and dancing. It was getting to be their habit to feel sorry for me, first May, then Naz, asked me to dance. Oh, I'd danced with a couple of others, and in the process noted that Erin had made to dance close to me, teasing me, if I got the proper drift of it. She wanted me to ask her to dance, and not vice-versa. "Thanks for talking to May," Naz said. "Glad to do it, but I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, letting her say whatever she wanted to about it. "Our—my—problem. She told me she'd talked to you, and that you helped to set her mind straight. We had a frank talk, and we're working it out." "I'm glad to hear that. I hope it all works out for you two," I said sincerely. "And we both hope you get that tease who's been shadowing you," she smiled softly, but her eyes told me all I needed to know. I nearly groaned. God, I loved that girl so much already. What would I be like if we ever got together? Putty, that's what. I said nothing. Later, Miranda asked me for a dance. "Think she'll come by again?" Acting like the dummy I knew I was, I just looked at her quizzically. "Oh, gonna make with the dumb act, huh?" she grinned. "That's okay, but we're pulling for you." "We're?" I asked, not faking one bit. "The rest of us. We've got a pool going on whether you two make it or not. We're all pulling for you, but we're betting on how it's gonna go." "You're kidding, right?" "Sure I am, just like rain ain't wet. Whatchu think, fool?" she hit me with some street talk. "I don't believe it. This place is worse than a small town," I did groan. "Look around, babe, it is a small town we've got here. See? If you need to, make whatever move you need to. This is fun, girl. If I win I'll cut you in," she said winking and grinning at me. "I don't want to know about it," I said, and wondered at what I was letting, or get myself into, what foolishness I was breeding. No sooner did I think of that than Erin did get too close to us—me, specifically. What the heck, in for a penny, in for a pound. Miranda kept grinning, and even seemed to be helping to push me toward Erin. When Erin got too close again, I instinctively made a quick dance move that not only took me around her swiftly, but very close to her. As I faced her in passing, I mouthed my apologies to her, and smiled at her dance partner, but politely, apologetically, if there is such a smile. "Jeez, I'd love to be able to dance like that," Miranda praised me. "Think it'll work?" "I have no idea," I said. "What you're talking about," I added quickly, but not quick enough. "You're cool, honey. Like I said, anytime you wanna work your way my way, just let me know, or come on over," she smiled knowingly, but with sparkling, devilish eyes. Miranda made like a nice girl and saw me back to my table, and stayed a while. "You in cahoots with her?" Naz asked, smiling just as they all were. "Not really, just doing what little I can to ease the path—and win a few bucks," she said, that infernal grin back. "Not if I win out, you don't," Naz said. My mouth dropped open as my head swivelled toward Naz, then to May who was looking away much too innocently, doing her whistling bit. Damn it, everybody knew but me, and they were having fun with it too. "Oh, come on, Jen, everybody knows what's going on, even Erin's crowd, but I'm not so sure that Erin isn't blind to it like you are—uh, like you were," May finally said. "Thanks," I said caustically. Miranda coaxed me into dancing a few more times, and it seems Erin couldn't resist tempting me. On the next foray, I didn't go around her, but simply turned as if making a regular move with Miranda, and gave Erin a little shimmy as we faced each other. Our nipples nearly touched. I was lucky because that was exactly how close I had hoped to get, and not a smidgen more, only this time I winked at her, and mouthed 'Hi,' to her. Miranda nearly broke out in laughter. What noise she didn't make, her eyes showed readily. "You're a trouble maker," I told her. "And you're a faker," she came back at me. "A good one, though," she added. After that, Miranda and I went at it, giving each other a lot of shoulder and hip action. It was great, and I loved it, but worried about Erin, and whether I'd just dug my grave with her. Back at the table, and nary a look at Erin as we left the dance floor, I was drinking a fresh drink, and wondering about my chances, and whether I'd screwed up big time. "You're awfully quiet," May said. "Yeah, just thinking about a few things," I lied. "Like soft red curls, and one of the sweetest sets in femdom?" Miranda asked still grinning like an imp sent to bedevil me. Apparently she wasn't like me and hadn't zeroed in on those luscious and sexy thighs of Erin's. May looked up sharply then. "Can I have a dance, Jennifer?" I heard an angel ask. And the devil in me asked, "Bra or no bra," as I turned to her. Oh, god, I did it this time. Whatever was on her face to go with her sweet voice, it wasn't there as I looked at it. There was growing anger, and smoke coming out of the top of her head and ears. I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid. There was no way of knowing how long we just looked at each other, me trying not to appear as stupid as I obviously was, and Erin steaming more and more, but then she shocked us all, and maybe even herself. She lifted her top as she had the other time, and unhooked her bra, and slammed it on the table in front of me. "No bra, damn you," she seethed. "Oh. Okay," I said casually, and reached around back to unhook my own strapless bra, and laid it next to hers, and got up and reached for her hand. I thought she'd yank it back, but she didn't. Feeling good now, I wondered if Erin liked tits as most of us do for mine were nearly as sweet looking as hers were. I was proud of my body, and always worked to keep it in shape, as well as watch my weight—it was a dancer's dilemma, but it never bothered me. What I sensed was that if she did love tits, I was in luck for my top had a lot of cleavage, and without a bra constraining them, they'd do a lot of eye damage from bouncing around freely as I liked to think that they loved to do. On the dance floor, it looked as if we were doing a Broadway show where two women were dancing in an act that would wind up with the one killing the other, Erin's anger went so deep in her. But the music was in my favor, as were my dancing skills. Erin was a great dancer, but with her body only, or so I noticed. I used my hands, something I hadn't done on the dance floor yet. When I moved around her, my hands were shaping Erin, close to her like a short hair on her skin, but not touching, save when I went around her, and let my fingers lightly flick at her curls with my fingers. I had stopped at her ass, and my pelvis nearly touched her as it swivelled about her, and she knew it. So did my pussy. Getting in front, my fingers went to her face, and gave her an air facial, but once again, making darn sure to never touch her. My thumbs even made as if to caress her brows, and when I did that, her eyes closed, but the anger was gone. She liked what I was doing, but I didn't know for sure if it was because she did like me, or if she was appreciating my dance skills. When her eyes opened, I locked in on them, and moved my fingers to her lips, curving on over them, my thumbs as if stroking the corners of the mouth. Erin loved that too, at least by the look in her eyes. From there I snaked all about her front, my hands again shadowing her curves as far as they would go. I know I heard her moan a time or two. If she didn't like me, she just didn't know it. To make it even more salacious and almost way too erotic, I spread my legs just past shoulder width, and snaked my way down in a swaying motion, my legs more than in shape to continually do as I was. My hands then shadowed her thighs that I loved, but when I was close to kneeling before her pussy, my hands, one at a time, moved up way too sexily. It was as if I'd sought whatever offering her pussy deigned to give me. My motions were very delicate and deliberate, my hand motions elegant, graceful, yet never touching her. It had their effect on her, not to mention on my pussy that was so hopeful and begging. The piece ended, but another started right away, and it was faster. This time Erin was fully attuned to me, and we both put on a sex show, something they had apparently all been waiting for, judging by the applause and the general hollering that was going on, not to mention an almost empty dance floor. That was a heck of a contrast to the eerie silence from before. With this dance, I did pay rapt attention to her lovely tits. Erin nearly drove me crazy with them, and the perfection I knew they had to have. I worried that lust would show on my face and scare her away, but looking at her eyes, she was as bad off as I was. If she didn't want me as I wanted her, I couldn't tell it. We danced around each other, teasing, occasionally grazing ass and tits, and lightly running our hands over each other's arms or hands. We were good together. And we were both hot—sizzling hot. I wished I could feel of her pussy to see if it was as wet as mine, or maybe wetter. Then that piece ended, and a very slow one began. We stood there looking at each other mindless of anyone else who might be watching. "If we do, I'm not going to keep my distance," I softly told Erin. A second later, her arms went up to circle my neck, and I pulled her to me by her waist. Our bodies blended together superbly, and my pussy was singing my praises, and thanking me obsequiously, and endlessly. It was as happy as I was. My tits were singing their happiness too. "I don't know if I like you after this," she whispered, but her fingers were in my hair, playing softly against my neck, and making my knees want to buckle. "That's okay, I like you. Do I get to keep your bra, or do you want it back, or mine, or what?" my stupidity had to continue, but I asked it just as softly as she had spoken. "Are you always such a smart-Alec?" "No. You just make me feel stupid, and stupid things just come out then," I admitted. Her head pulled back to look at me. "You're kidding, right?" I shook my head. "But..." "Yeah, I know, we both like each other. So, what's your pleasure? Do we keep dancing, or both go to your table, or you come to mine, or maybe we get our own table—or do we just say goodbye, it's been great fun?" Erin No Bra Her head came back to merge with my cheek. "I don't know. I'm confused." "Why, Erin?" I asked her as tenderly as I could as my lips brushed her near her ear. "Oh, god, don't do that," she whispered. "Why, didn't you like it?" "Yes, I liked it," she said, and I did it again, and felt her body shiver. "I'm glad you like it. I'll do more if you think you'd like that too." "More?" her face backed up again. I nodded, and moved my face closer to hers. She didn't move. Our eyes stayed on each other's, then my lips brushed hers. Once more, she moaned softly, and I pressed my lips more firmly on hers, and pulled her body gently closer to mine. "More," I whispered into her lips. "Much more if you decide you like it." We let ourselves get carried away for a minute, but we got brought back to earth when the big cheer went up. Erin was flustered, and pulled fully away from me, head lowered, and blushing. Lord, that blush did something special to her, blending so sweetly with her freckles and milky skin. I'd have loved to see if it ran to her breasts, and how they looked with that added coloring. "I think I better go back to my table," Erin said, and left me. I watched her, but I didn't feel bad. Something was at work in her, and it could be good, or it could be bad, but I knew that she did like me. She had to resolve whatever demon she had that was trying to roast her. "Whee! That was hot, girl," Miranda said. "I don't know who won the pool, but I don't care, we all got our money's worth." "Yeah," Naz agreed with her, as did May when she piped in. I looked at the bras. If she asked for hers back, I'd give it to her. If not, I guess that she meant for me to have it. As a souvenir of a love lost, maybe? That question was moot in a few minutes as Miranda said that Erin was walking out. She never looked right or left, just had her head down slightly. I didn't like it. She didn't look upset, or mad—what I thought I was seeing was a troubled look on her face. I had to wonder if I caused it. I wanted to curse myself, but I wasn't sure what had happened, so I didn't. That didn't keep me from worrying that I'd been the cause of it. I'd not even thought to ask what they meant about the pool, already forgetting about it. Not long after, I left too, taking both bras with me. Maybe she'd remember it and would want it back. * * * * It was a trouble filled weekend for me. On the chance that she'd look for me again, I had breakfast at the same restaurant in the morning. She didn't show up. Sunday morning, I did the same with the same results as Saturday. The work week wasn't a pleasant place to be in my mind. Everything under the sun seemed to pass through me, but every thought had Erin in it. As in the weekend, at night I'd keep seeing images of her, and I'd pine for her presence, to get a chance to apologize to her if I needed to, but mostly to just see her, and if I was lucky, to dance with her again. I consoled myself with the thought that I'd at least see her on Friday night, but whether she'd dance with me or not, that was something I didn't know. * * * * They were all there, May, Naz, and even Miranda, who had settled in with us. I looked over where Erin usually sat with her friends; she wasn't there. "I heard she got pissed, or something like that," Naz said. "What happened?" I asked, hoping by the way she said it that I wasn't the reason she was pissed. "Like you, she had no idea that a pool had been made, and when she found out about it from one of her friends—the one that won, by the way—well, it upset her some, and that's why she left. She hasn't shown up here yet." Needless to say that I stayed for a while to see if she would show up, and maybe go ask her for a dance. I had a few dances, and all of them as sedate as could be, and generally stunk up the party. I had sense enough not to ruin everyone's evening, and took my leave. Home, I wondered how I could find out where she lived. I looked in the phone book under O'Day and O'Dea, found several O'Dea's, and a couple of O'Day's, but had no idea which was hers as none said Erin, or had an initial that I could take as being her. In bed, I pondered getting up early and going to the restaurant again to see is she might show up there, though why she should I had no earthly idea. My sleep was troubled, but the possibility of seeing her in the morning was enough to entice me into it. Chapter 5 Getting up I was anxious to get going. I checked the time. Was this the time I saw her at the restaurant? I couldn't remember. Would I have to eat several breakfasts? Maybe. I didn't even make coffee, and was nearly ready to leave when the doorbell rang. Looking out, I was stunned to see Erin. I rushed to open the door, and started to say hi, but she cut me off. "I'm no one-night stand," she shot out at me, her jaw jutting out pugnaciously, yet so like a little girl. "That's good. Had coffee or breakfast yet?" I asked as casually as I could, as gently as I could, making as if we were old friends. It stumped her for a moment. "Oh, I have your bra," I dared to bring it up, but again, my words were as casual as I could make them. "It's in a bag, and I'll put it out here so you can take it. If you want to, that is," I faked stumbling in my thoughts. "Uh, okay. Yes. Thank you," she said. "What about coffee and breakfast?" "I mean it," she pushed it again, her jaw jutting out and all. "No one night-stand, right? That's good. Thanks for telling me." She looked at me as if wondering whether to believe me or not. "Look, I'm going to make coffee, so come on, and sit down while it brews, okay?" Her head dropped a little, but she nodded as she did. I went to the kitchen and she followed. As I started to make the coffee, she took a seat. I busied myself by getting cups, sugar, creamer, and spoons, then I had to see if there was music to face, and sat at the end of the table next to her. "I mean it, Jennifer. I'm a go-good Catholic girl," she said. The way she said the last was as if she was hoping I'd believe her even if she was wondering herself, which she must have been, all things considered. But when she said that, a light of inspiration lit up in me. Instantly, I sensed I knew what her problem was—she was virginal! That's why no one was ever seen to go out with her, why no one knew of anyone who'd had sex with her. These instant insights didn't come to me often, just on rare occasion. This one was one I really liked for I sensed I knew how to go about her. I just nodded, and she got nervous, and stood up. "I am," she nearly shouted emphatically, but close to tears. I got up and went to her. She didn't move away, so I chanced more, and put my arms around her. Erin folded right into me. "I think I understand, Erin," I said in my softest voice, my one hand in her hair at her neck. "What? What do you understand?" She sounded as if she was ready to cry. "You go to a lesbian club, you dress and dance naughtily with other women, you like me, and you know I like you. Have you confessed all of this yet?" "Yes," she reluctantly whispered. "And he told you that it was unacceptable, and you had to change your ways, and become as God made you to be, and to quit thinking about me or any other girl or woman, and then you got your penance, right?" She nodded, her cheek against mine. "And now you don't know what to do, but if you do something, you don't want just a one-nighter, huh? You don't want to go down the loose road, so to speak." Again, she nodded. I pulled my face back, and looked at her, then my hand went to her cheek. God, Erin was so beautiful, and her eyes were pleading with me for answers, and maybe—I hoped—for love, and more too, I suspected. I loved her so much, but I couldn't hurt her, and wasn't sure if I could help her. This was odd; I'd never heard of another lesbian with this problem. All I could do was to kiss her. I kissed her softly, tenderly, and felt my love go out to her lips, my kiss speaking volumes for me, but I had no idea if she'd listen. Her lips listened, and so did her body. Erin wrapped her arms about my neck, and held me close to her and returned my kiss fiercely. She did wonder, at the least, if she loved me like I knew I loved her. I knew she did. My one arm went under the hem of her top, and lifted it up, but I wasn't after taking it off, just needing to feel of her skin about her waist. That's all I dared do. Oh, I wanted to take it off, to strip her naked, and to make love to her, but her words were like beacons of safety that I had to heed if I wanted more than a one-night stand. Erin owned me, owned my heart, and I knew it, and I wanted her to be with me forever and always. I couldn't hurt her. No matter what I wanted, or how much I wanted her, I couldn't, wouldn't, hurt her, no matter what my pussy screamed at me to do. I had to let her know it. "You've been troubled by how you feel you are for a long time, haven't you?" She nodded. "And you're a virgin." She looked up sharply at me. "How do you know I'm a virgin?" she asked. "For one, you just confirmed it. For another, no one has ever seen you with anyone, or go out with anyone. And as beautiful as you are, if anyone had gotten lucky with you, they'd probably have mentioned it to someone else." "Is that what you'd do?" she asked, but I couldn't tell if she was accusing me, or honestly wanting to know. "No, I'd just love you is all," I pretty much laid myself on the line to her, "and if I could help you with your inner fight, I would." "How do you know I have an inner fight?" "Well, again, you just confirmed it, but for the other reasons I mentioned earlier. Erin, before you were told you were a Catholic, you knew you were gorgeous and a lesbian, and the church doesn't take kindly to lesbians, again, as you confirmed, so you've had to be struggling with it for some time. You've always known you liked other girls, didn't you?" It took a while, but in time, she slowly nodded. "Yeah," she said at last. "Just like before, however you want things between us, it's your turf. You tell me, and whatever you decide, it's fine with me. Well, maybe, but I'll live with it," I said, pulled back, looked at her again, and kissed her lips lightly, then stepped away. We stood there looking at each other, panting, both of us wanting the other, both hating that I had ended our kiss, and no longer held her. "Ready for some coffee?" I asked, and stepped further back as if to go for the coffee pot. Erin gulped and nodded slowly. With shaky hands, I poured our coffee, and nearly spilled hers as I took it to her. "You want me like I want you, Erin?" I asked with great care. "I d-don't know. Maybe. I guess," she admitted at the last, her head lowering again. "I don't want a one-night stand with you either, but I want you, and if one night is all I can get, I'll take that too if you can stand the pain it'll bring you." "Pain?" "Yes. A lot of pain. Your church has you in a quandary, and I guess you fight it to be as you know you are, as you were born to be, by going to the club, don't you?" "I hadn't thought of it that way," she said quietly. "But I meant it when I said I was a good Catholic girl, or at least I've tried to be." "That's what I thought, but it has been very troubling to you, if I'm not mistaken." "How? Please tell me, and make it make sense to me," she challenged me. "Because if you let me love you, you sense rightly that I'll love you like you've never thought was possible, and your body will cry, scream, and taunt you to come back to me for more. I'll show you pleasures that you may never have again, and will want forever after. It'll be like living in hell if you don't come back, and you'll be wondering if you'll live in hell anyway because your church says you will, and will condemn you for loving me." As plainly, and as gently as I could, and with all truth and regretful feelings, I had looked into her eyes as I said that. She was speechless for a while, and looked at me, I suppose, wondering if I was serious, if I meant what I said. "Erin, I love you, and have ever since I first saw you, and I want you with me forever if you feel the same. There. Now you know how it is with me. Drink your coffee, then I'll fix us breakfast, then we'll talk some more if you want to, okay?" Still staring at me, she nodded her head slowly, but her face was soft, her eyes loving, and then some tears stole down her cheeks. "Do you really mean that? That you love me?" My hands reached out and took her hand without my thinking to do it, and I felt my heart not knowing if it should be thinking about all the love it was feeling for Erin, or if it should be getting ready to break. "Like you wouldn't believe," I admitted. Erin tried to read my eyes. There were no lies there. "I th-think that I love you too. I'm not sure. Oh, God, I'm not sure." She held back the tears. I wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and find some way to keep her, but it had to be what she wanted, or it was no good. Oh, my body would love it, and my pussy would sing my praises, not to mention hers, but my heart would only live in fruitless hoping. "Until you do know I'll settle for maybe," I told her. Her lips were pressed together, the tears still held at bay, then she nodded. "Now, how about some breakfast?" Things got a little lighter. Erin helped me, and we ate, then had another cup of coffee. "Did you know about the pool they had on us?" she asked. "Nope, not until that night after we'd danced." "It made me mad, but not too much. I guess I couldn't blame them. At least they picked blindly what their selection for us was. Somebody made up a lot of scenarios, and they pulled them from a pot, sort of." "That part is news to me. I didn't stay long after you left." "Did you go last night?" "Uh-huh. When it was obvious that you weren't going to show up, I left. My mood wasn't too good for the rest," I grinned sheepishly. "Did you really just go for me?" "Yes. You're all I want, Erin; you're my fantasy girl." She blushed up a burning storm. "It's the truth, honey. You're all I've been seeing in my mind since I first saw you. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't be saying that, and maybe making you to feel so guilty about being a lesbian." "What if I am a lesbian, as you think I am?" "What I mean is that I don't know if you'll let yourself be one for real. That's what I meant." "Oh. Yeah, I see." "Want to brush your teeth, or maybe use the bathroom?" "Both I think. Do you have an extra toothbrush?" "I think I can find one for you. Come on." We both took care of what needed to be done, and I did give her all the privacy she needed, or expected, but when I came out, she was standing in the doorway looking at the bed. She looked at me and licked her lips nervously. "It's dangerous, honey." "Yeah, I know. I mean, I don't know, but I think it is." "We can sit on the sofa and talk," I suggested. She didn't move, just licked her lips again. "Can you control us?" she asked, her voice quiet as a whisper. "Us?" If I thought she got red in the face with her other blush, I didn't know what red was. Her face was a fireball, but she didn't move. "Yeah," she did whisper, "if it won't be too bad on you," she looked at me, her eyes saying she hoped I'd say it wouldn't be. I couldn't lie to her. "My pussy will bitch like hell, and scream and cry, but I think I can if you're sure." "That bad, huh?" "She can be a real bitch, especially since she knows you're here," I said, shrugging my shoulders. Erin's face got redder, but her eyes flashed brightly, possibly lustfully, or a near equivalent. "We can if you want to, Erin." She nodded, and moved to the other side of the bed. We were side-by-side, neither of us daring to look at each other right away. Our arms at our sides, Erin's hand soon covered mine. "Is that okay?" she asked quietly. "It's fine." Our fingers played gently with each other's, caressed, then held quietly. We didn't say a word. I wanted her to be as comfortable as she could be, and not do anything that would spook her. We stayed that way for a few minutes. "Are you still okay?" she asked. "Wonderful," I answered honestly. "As long as you're here, it's good." "But?" "Oh, I can shut her out," I said, and grinned. Erin raised up onto her elbows, and looked at me. "Are you sure?" "No, but mostly so." The way she stayed up like that looking at me, I had a feeling I knew what she was wanting. My arm lifted up, and went around her, but didn't exert any pressure on her shoulder. "Are you sure you're sure?" "For you, I'll beat the hell out of her if I have to to make her shut up," I said with the most serious face I could manufacture. Erin started to move to lie on me, her head going to the top of my breast and my rapidly beating heart, and I prayed my pussy wouldn't do anything drastic on me. With her head atop my breast, and her arm moving slowly across my tummy, I felt her tension easing slowly, her breathing adjusting as I was trying to make mine do. After she seemed settled in okay, and I was relaxing as she seemed to be doing, my arm reflexively pulled her into me, and my pussy gave me a hell of a talking to. "Thank you," Erin whispered into my breast. My breast wanted to thank her for the warmth of her breath from her words, and my pussy tried to snatch what it could of the feeling, envying my breast. Erin didn't say a word for the longest time. I wondered if she wanted to know what it felt like to her. It was hard to believe that anyone that beautiful, and could dance as she did, and dress provocatively enough, could still be virginal, but that's what she admitted to. I wanted to respect that, and if I got the chance, to make her first time more than memorable for her. The more she relaxed, and felt better about being on me in my bed, the more I began to hear faint noises of pleasure, or maybe delight. Little sighs, along with her hand over me now lightly caressing my side and tummy. "Jennifer, do you truly feel that you love me?" she asked in a soft, sweet voice. "Yes, I do know I love you, and I do feel it, and it fills my heart and mind. I'm sorry if this makes your life difficult, but it's what you were looking for, isn't it?" "What do you mean?" "You sense that you're a lesbian, and you go to the club for lesbians, and you're looking to find out if you can find a love there, and with a woman no matter what your church says. That's true, isn't it?" For much too long, she didn't answer. Then she did. "No. Not anymore. I think I do love you, Jennifer. Yes. Yes, I love you, and you feel so beautiful, and you make me feel beautiful too. You're filling my heart, and I try to tell myself that I don't know what to do about you, but I know. I know," she whispered, her lips kissing my breast. Would anyone believe that tiny kiss went anywhere other than my heart? Only a blind, or ignorant fool. My pussy twitched, and began praying she would soon get to know Erin's lips on it, and sent her love gushing to Erin in preparation. "But now you have to settle in your mind what you're prepared, or not prepared, to do about your faith, right?" I asked after another short spell of enjoying the after glow of her kiss. "Will you be patient with me?" "Yes, if that's what you need, I will." "Please. Let me get used to being in love with you. Let it take my heart over because I've been telling myself that you're just an arrogant tease. I'm sorry, but I guess that's how I tried to lie to myself, tried to keep from thinking about loving you. Will you forgive me?" "Of course, but it's not needed. I understand."