12 comments/ 110362 views/ 8 favorites Girls Night Out Ch. 01 By: jeninflorida All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author. Please feel free to send me a comment on the story. For those of you who have emailed me thanks for sharing your kind words. I have enjoyed reading the emails about the stories and ideas on what should happen with some of the characters. Thanks for the kind emails. It’s nice to know that people enjoy reading them. Since they take a long time to write. I have been married to my own stud. My husband Mike is simply a hunk. Mike is a soft person but on the outside looks as tough as they come. He has this scar below his left eye that scared me at first. For the first few dates I was always on guard until this warm teddy bear of a man exposed itself to me. He looked so dangerous, yet so exciting. The great part is that we give each other room. Mike is not jealous if I flirt a little and always gets firm when I flash him or strangers. Us girls tend to get a little wild. All my girlfriends think Mike is great, as they love to flirt with him. I know he loves the attention. What man wouldn’t? I love to watch as my horny husband gropes my friends every now and then. None of the girls has every tried to stop his roaming hands yet. In a way watching him with my friends is foreplay for me. I’m so aroused after my girlfriends go home. Every now and then I tease Mike about my body. I’m not jealous but would love to look like a sexy movie star. Mike always says to me, “Jennifer, I wish that there was something I could say to help you feel the same way I do about your body.” After a late night with our friends, I can't wait to get home and rape my husband once we're in the bedroom. Guess that keeps a marriage happy, as I hear men love their wives to be sluts in the bedroom. I hear a car pull up and our doorbell ring. “Susan, how did you get out of the house wearing that?” “What do you mean?” “Girl, your dress has no sides except for these spaghetti straps holding the front and back together and it's way short.” “Oh do you like?” All the girls laugh then Susan says, “I got dressed at Heathers!” “Oh, and how did the two of you walk out of the house?” Heather turns and proudly says, “We flashed him our tits.” Heather is wearing a short black leather skirt with matching boots. Her blouse is almost transparent but I can still make out her lacey bra. Heather has perfect tits but she never displays them. Susan pipes in, “And, we promised that if we had a great time he could watch us kiss.” “You sluts!” Heather proudly answers, “Why thank you!” Misty says, “I’ve always wanted to kiss a woman.” The group becomes quiet. No one knows what to say. I’m sure that they all have thought it. Hell, I know I do but never thought that I would. Women are soft, sexy, and easy to look at. If I ever need to get in the mood, I just look at my husband’s playboys. Susan has organized a little party for Heather as she’s getting married on Saturday. I can’t believe that we are going to a male review. After all why would they use such a cheesy name? Just call it what it is. It’s a male strip club. Susan lies when we enter the club; she says that it’s Heather’s bachelorette party. The manager offers us a room and tells us he will send us his "special" dancers. What can be so special about a bunch of male strippers? We’re led into this room, a private party room. Loud music starts to play as four male dancers come out. They start to dance around the room, catching our attention. Ok, these men can move. Like any cheesy place, they pull their pants off and then rip their shirt. After a few songs these dancers are down to a bikini. Then things change. Oh my, there is a guy fully erect. Pam has him rocking his hips. He looks funny, having the head of his cock peeking from his uniform. Pam looks up and winks at me. Next, she reaches out and grabs him. No, she won’t? Oh my god, she takes him. I watch as she starts to give his guy head. Her soft red lips open as she guides this guy’s cock into her mouth. She takes all of him. Pam's actions totally catch me off guard. My nipples harden begging for some attention. I’m amazed as my panties become uncomfortably wet. This is not like us. Best to my knowledge none of us has had an affair, yet here is Pam with this dancer's hard thick cock deep in her mouth. And she is enjoying it! I’m amazed, as Pam acts so sluttish. However, my body starts to react. She looks hot. Not sure if this happens often, as the dancer looks a little stunned. Yet he’s able to reach down her blouse grabbing her breasts. Her eyes open and we make eye contact. I watch intently as she smiles with this stranger's cock in her mouth. Wonder how her husband would feel? I bet he would love it, as he is a kinky bastard. Pam looks just like the actress in Lethal Weapon 4, Thomas Crowning Affair, and Renee something. I can’t believe I’m watching my dear friend giving this stranger head. She is good, making me jealous. I’m becoming jealous of him, I want her lips on me. Oh my god, what is this? Now I’m thinking about having my friend going down on me! Misty reaches up and rips this guys thong apart and off of him. My eyes are glued, as well as Misty, as he becomes hard. She has the dancer sit down in her chair. This black stripper has the largest cock that I have ever seen. Her hands reach under her skirt. Oh she won’t. Oh god she is. Misty slides down on him. Her body moves down slowly, becoming accommodating to his size. “Remove your skirt, you slut!” The words scream from my mouth. Did I say that? She lifts up then down hard taking all of him in her. With this look that I have never seen before, she looks like a different woman as she stands up. I have to see him in her and move closer to her. What am I doing? She unzips her skirt allowing it to hit the floor. I’m standing next to my good friend as her nude body mounts this stud again. The contrast is breath taking. The head touches her wet lips, parting them and then he disappears deep in her. I looked over as something catches my eye. Heather is stroking this guy. Are all my friends sluts? She has his thong under his balls, freeing his cock. Now I see a pattern, these guys are big. They all must be at least eight inches long. Heather has this guy inches from her face. Her firm breasts highlighted by her erect nipples. She takes him, making him wet and then starts to stroke him. It’s a good thing we're all in skirts. Misty will not be the only one to take a dancer tonight. I started to wish to be a man, as both Pam and Heather enjoy them. I want any one of them to take me. My body is aching for relief. I would bend these sluts over, taking them from behind while slapping their tight ass. Then a finger slides under my panties and in me. Then it feels like a second finger has parted my lips. I look down to see Misty looking up at me. She stands up off of him, his cock dripping with her juice. She unzips my skirt, pulls down my panties, and then lifts up my blouse and removes it with my lacy bra. I don’t even stop her; my mind doesn’t even register what she is doing. I’m fully nude in front of my best friends. Misty holds my hand and leads me over to a table. She lies down, pushes me in front of her. Her stud boy moves between her legs. His massive pole, how did he fit that in her? I move over her, my pussy inches from her face. It takes what feels like hours, until my wet slit finds her pleasure giving mouth. I reach out and take hold of him. Mystically I guide him into her. I watch the mushroom head disappear into her. Then an inch, a second, more into her, until all of him is back in her. Her mouth opens, taking my clit in her mouth. Then she hits me, does something with her tongue and mouth. All I can think about is what she is doing to my body. Deep in my body an orgasm starts. I can’t open my eyes, I can’t think. I can't breath. All I can do is nothing. I collapse on her, giving her complete access to my clit. She works me, teases me, and toys with me. Stronger the orgasm builds, and the more I need to cum. I hear her, those wet noises, her tongue on my wet pussy. Hopefully she can breathe and will not drown. My body tightens, every muscle tightens, squeezes. Oh god, I can’t take it. Her face gets pushed hard into my sex from her lover. The dancer pumps Misty hard pushing her tongue into me. It grips, and then it hits. My body convulses, pins and needles. My hair even tingles as I cum on my friend. I can’t speak, just grunt. My eyes are too heavy to open. I can hear them talk. They are around us. Misty's lover works his love tool deep in her, giving her great pleasure. Her moaning becomes louder as her orgasm builds. I slide off Misty and stand up, and see Pam work this stud. He gives one final thrust, starts to fill her. She takes and even swallows. Then stud man, pushes deep “I’m cumming.” That gets Misty, I watch as her body shakes on him. Her pussy grips him, the stripper says, “Damn girl, you’re a vice grip!” They cum together as he fills her and she uses him. Then Heather starts to loudly moan catching my attention. Looking over, I see her bent over a chair with her dancer going to town. Her eyes are closed, her shirt up, and her left hand massaging her breast. Her mouth is open, in awe as her stud boy works his magic. The dancer makes faces, as he gets close. He pushes hard, and she screams. She falls forward as she takes all of him. My girls have never done something so wild. Three of them had just allowed strangers to cum. Misty has some guys cum in her as well as Pam. I don’t know if we can keep tonight a secret. I’ll tell Mike in bed tonight, but I’m sure the others will take this night with them. Susan pushes Pam on the couch. Like a mad man Susan rips down Pam’s panties. She just takes her, going down on her. I’m watching my wildest friend molesting Pam. Is this the first time Pam has allowed a woman to go down on her? Susan looks like a skilled woman. She brings Pam to the edge and pushes her over. Pam's orgasm is hard and fast. Proudly Susan stands, her face glistening in the nightclub lights. A new dancer comes up to Susan. He places his cock against her face. She doesn’t think, just opens her mouth to greet him. This guy is hot. Wow, Pam really gives a great show. I can tell Susan loves sex. She’s a giver. I can’t wait to get those lips on me! her stud is no match as he cums in two minutes. Now, sitting here nude it's time to take inventory as to what we did. Pam is wearing most of her clothes, but missing her panties. Misty has no skirt or panties. Heather is missing her panties Susan has a little cum on her face, as she swallowed most of his cum. Misty allowed her stud to cum in her as well as Heather. Susan just went down on Pam, and then a dancer. Misty ate me out to a mind shattering orgasm. We all decide to head over to my house and spend the night. My husband will not judge, only in his amazingly great fashion, he will understand. We'll have to save that story for another day. I’m sure some of my friends will try to be with him, and I might want to watch that. The only thing to worry about is their husband. However, most of them have been trained to expect the wild night. If only the husbands could handle the truth. Some men have fragile egos. Sure size matters, if you don’t love the man! On the way to my house, I call everyone’s husbands and tell them that we all drank too much. After tonight, we might need to add some of the cool husbands. Only time will tell us which of the husbands are cool and which ones are controlling. Thank you, I hope you've enjoyed the story. Let me know how you felt through the feedback form, and of course, don't forget to vote! Girls Night Out Ch. 01 This is the story of my girlfriend Donna's transformation. On the evening this occurred was meant to be a girl's night out, but it ended up as a girl's coming out, coming of the closet that is. You know the saying, be careful what you wish for because you may get your wish? Well, my wish for a threesome brought my girlfriend out of the tight bud of her repressed sexuality to blossom into a sensual woman who embraced sex...only not with me...but with a woman. Fortunately for me there was a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow experience. Here is the erotic story, a true story, of what happened. It was my girlfriend's 30th birthday and her friends had a special night planned for her. They were taking her to her first CFNM review. Because she was the only one in the bunch who had never been to a clothed female nude male review and because she was the birthday girl, they managed to score front row seats for the occasion. Actually, the owner of the establishment is a client and a friend of mine. I asked if he'd watch over her to make sure that my girlfriend had a good time. An accountant and it being tax season, she's been a bit stressed out over work, lately. My girlfriend, a CPA, is not the type to frequent bars, never mind a strip club where hot guys are parading around semi-naked and dancing naked. We met three years ago at a lecture about the Internal Revenue Service tax code. I'm an investment attorney. That she understands and can interpret the dry reading of the tax laws of the Internal Revenue Service should give you some insight as to how stiff she sometimes can be. Moreover, a partner in her accounting firm, she is accustomed to proper decorum in and out of the office, so for her to stray from the road of appropriate lady like behavior was a real stretch for her. Her friends figured after having a few drinks, lots of laughs, and ogling a bunch of naked, hot men, she might let her hair down. After all, it was her birthday celebration. Originally there were supposed to be four of them going out, but her friend Susan called in sick that day with the flu and her other friend, Audrey, could not make it because her son was home with a fever and her husband was working second shift at the factory. It was down to just two of them, Yan, who was her best friend and roommate from college and her. They had discussed renting a limo so that they all could drink without the need for a designated driver, but since it was now just the two of them they took a cab to the club. Once there, they were escorted to their table and had a drink before the festivities began. They hadn't bothered to grab a bite to eat and the first drink went down as if they had consumed a double. By the second drink at the start of the show they were both more than a little tipsy. When my girlfriend had told me that she was going to a CFNM show I had hoped she'd have lots of hot things to tell me afterward. I'd told her that it was okay to get friendly with the strippers, so long as she shared all the sordid details with me later during pillow talk in bed. But since I figured that she would be shy about telling me anything that happened there, I made sure that my buddy, the owner of the strip club, would fill me in on all the hot details of the evening. I couldn't wait. "So listen, Donna," I'd said to her as she was heading out the door, "have a good time and be nice to the strippers. Here's a stack of dollar bills for you to stick down their speedos." "You want me to be friendly with the strippers?" She gave me a hard look that shriveled my package. "You want me to stick dollar bills down their speedos hoping that I touch their cocks, so that I can tell you how excited I got over that cheap thrill later?" She put her hand on her hip and threw it out to the side. She cocked her head sideways and looked at me with her mouth open. God, I've become so accustomed to hating that posture and that look. I knew then that I had overstepped my boundary with her and that she was pissed at me. Damn, sometimes she gets so uptight over nothing. "Donna, honey, what I meant was—" "Oh, I know what you meant. Your meaning is as clear as you are transparent." Here it comes, another argument over nothing. God damn it. Lighten up, I wanted to say. "C'mon, Honey, let's not ruin—" "You want me to touch them, don't you?" She stepped closer to me, so close that we couldn't fit a playing card between us, and slid her hand down the front of my pants feeling my quickly growing penis. "You want me to stroke their cocks like this." She moistened her lips by circling her tongue around them. She fell to her knees in front of me, unzipped me, and pulled me out of my boxers. "You want me to relax, have a few drinks, and when I'm good and drunk go up on stage and put their cocks in my mouth like this." She inserted me in her mouth and started blowing me. I was instantly hard. To be continued... Girls Night Out Ch. 01 Note: This is a muiltipart story that focuses in the early part on character development, before it gets to the sexier parts. Bear with it, however, and I promise you will be rewarded in the end. ---------------------------------------------- Part 1 "Whumpf." "Whumpf." The sound of breaking glass was muffled by the heavy linen napkins wrapped around each of the wine glasses. As the couple embraced and kissed following their two-glass ceremony, shouts of "Mazel Tov!" were heard around the room. Amanda smiled, and a tear formed in the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek as she watched them kissing just a few feet away. Before she could dab it with the tissue she had ready in her hand, the tear rolled off her cheek and on to her matron of honor dress. Amanda had known Ellyn for over 30 years, having grown up with her in a small town in New England. She was about the only person from her childhood that Amanda had stayed in touch with over the years, through college -- even though they attended colleges that were hundreds of miles apart -- and later, as they became adults, and went out into the workforce. Others she had drifted apart from, but Ellyn had been a constant in her life. Even though they sometimes didn't see each other for a couple of years, they were always in touch via regular letters and phone calls, and later, through email and IMing. She and Ellyn each would describe their relationship with the other using a term the young girls of today used, as "BFFs" -- best friends forever. No topic was off limits, as they shared with each other their problems, questions, triumphs, and tribulations that arose at the various stages of life. The couple pulled apart from each other and turned to face the audience, both of them smiling broadly. Some people started to clap, but others knew enough not to do so as it would be a serious breach of protocol in the synagogue. Amanda, who though not Jewish was fairly familiar with Jewish traditions because of her long friendship with Ellyn, had nonetheless been briefed by Ellyn's mother at the rehearsal dinner the night before as to what the ceremony would entail and how she should act. The couple started back down the aisle, trailed by Ellyn's young niece and nephew who were performing the role of flower girl and ring bearer. Amanda and the best man followed next, walking slowly arm in arm. Amanda had met Josh for the first time at the rehearsal dinner; he seemed nice enough, a professor like her husband Phil. When they were discussing the wedding plans, Phil had suggested that Amanda go to the wedding herself, volunteering to stay home with the girls so that Amanda could have a good time without worrying about them. The spring semester was over so it was easy for him to work from home and take care of them while she was gone. "Go ahead, it will be more fun for you," he had said. After first putting up a fight, Amanda quickly backed down and realized he was right. As she walked down the aisle, looking at Ellyn's back, Amanda smiled to herself. She never thought she'd be doing this, seeing Ellyn get married, and she was so happy for her that she finally did. Ellyn had of course been the maid of honor at Amanda's wedding ten years earlier, and it brought Amanda great pride and pleasure to be able to return the favor. Another tear of joy rolled down her cheek, Amanda quickly reaching up to catch it this time with the balled-up tissue she still had in her hand. As she dabbed at the tear, she glanced discreetly over her shoulder and saw the two sets of parents and the remaining members of the wedding party, the bridesmaids Sue and Angie, following along. The wedding party climbed into their limos in order to make a beeline for the country club where the reception was to be held. When Ellyn had decided to get married, she had insisted on having a very traditional wedding, with -- as she described it -- "a big fucking, kick ass party." She had waited long enough to get married and didn't want to be denied any of the pleasures associated with the event. Amanda knew that they were rushing in order to have time for the formal wedding pictures to be taken by the photographer at the club. They didn't want to leave the guests hanging around at the bar too long before the wedding party made their entrance into the club's ballroom. Luckily it was a beautiful June day in Boston, and the outdoor pictures would likely come out beautifully. Amanda was in a limo with Josh, Sue, and Angie for the short ride to the country club. She knew Sue, as she too was a childhood friend of Ellyn's, though Amanda had never been very friendly with her and had only seen her once, at their tenth high school reunion, since their graduation. She was pleasant enough, though, and had seemed to have made a nice life for herself living in the suburbs of Boston with her husband and two young children. Like Josh, Amanda had just met Angie at the rehearsal dinner, but she knew quite a bit about her. Angie and Ellyn had been roommates freshman year in college, and had remained close friends ever since. Somehow, though, Amanda had never had a chance to meet her until this weekend. But Ellyn had told her all about Angie over the years. She was Ellyn's "wild friend," the one who took her on adventurous vacations, crazy bar-hopping excursions in Boston, or shopping trips to the funkiest shops in the city. Ellyn often joked about the contrast between Amanda and Angie, reminding Amanda on numerous occasions that "even though your names are so close in the alphabet, you couldn't be more different -- but I love you both!" When Amanda first heard this, she was a little insulted. She certainly wouldn't describe herself as "wild," but she did like to think that she knew how to have a good time. She realized that in part Ellyn drew the contrast between the two of them because of the choices that Amanda had made. She had married Phil, who had been her college sweetheart, right after graduation and she had worked in advertising to support him as he attended graduate school. Toward the end of his doctoral studies they had their first daughter, and three months later, Amanda went back to work. A year later Phil gained a faculty job at a small college in the Midwest, and their second daughter followed two years after that. After this child, Amanda stopped working as they could afford to live in their small town on Phil's salary alone. So Amanda settled into life as a faculty wife and mother, a role that she very much enjoyed. Amanda didn't miss working, focusing her life on supporting Phil and the girls. She didn't neglect her own needs though, and made sure that she had friends in town with whom she could spend time. She also took vacations with her family, and even managed to get off on her own every now and then to come to Boston to visit Ellyn. But sitting back in the limo and glancing over at Angie, Amanda knew that Ellyn was absolutely right -- there was no way you could compare her life with Angie's. The limos pulled up to the country club, and the wedding party piled out and assembled on the back lawn for their photographs. Thankfully, the weather was not too warm, nice enough that nobody was complaining as the photographer moved them to and fro in order to get the poses and groupings she wanted. As she glanced at the other women in their fancy dresses she found herself a little envious. Unlike her, they all were single and even though in their mid-30s, had all maintained a fairly trim figure. She, on the other hand, showed the ravages of being a middle-aged woman who had given birth twice. She still considered herself attractive, but over the course of the two pregnancies had put on a fair amount of weight, some of which had not come off. She was what Ellyn liked to jokingly refer to as "zoftig" or "Rubenesque." She had very nice curves, large breasts (they didn't get much smaller after breastfeeding both girls) and a nice round ass, though she had managed to maintain a small waist. Even though she was short, just over five feet tall, she carried the weight pretty well, and she did notice every now and then when she'd get admiring glances from men who obviously appreciated curvy women. Nevertheless, she was still admiring of the thin figures the other women still had. Everybody was laughing throughout as their pictures were taken, having a great time joking with each other. Just as the ring bearer and flower girl got tired and started pouting that they were hungry and tired of being outside, the photographer proclaimed that she had enough good shots, and the group made their way inside the country club where the rest of the guests had by then arrived and had settled in to enjoy the open bar and hors d'oeuvres. Everybody but the wedding couple went into the ballroom to join the crowd. The band leader -- Ellyn had insisted on a big, 10-piece band, "no stinking DJ at my wedding" she had declared -- wrapped up the song they were playing and prepared to announce the newly-married couple to the group. "Ladies and gentleman," he began, "please join me in welcoming, for the first time, Ms. Ellyn Stern and Ms. Rachel Groton!" People broke out in applause as Ellyn and her bride made their way into the ballroom, smiles flashing wide, as the band started playing again. As Amanda looked at the two of them, she too smiled, ecstatic at how happy she knew Ellyn was. She chuckled to herself, thinking, "Well, Ellyn's certainly getting that big Jewish wedding she always wanted, though probably not the one she thought it would be when she was little." ---------------------------------------------- Ellyn had come out to Amanda when they were in college. Like most girls when they were growing up, each of them had a succession of boyfriends in high school, attending proms and homecoming dances with boys, and doing all the things teenagers do during that stage of their lives. Ellyn never seemed to get very serious with any of them, however, and as soon as a boy got serious about her, she'd drop him. Amanda didn't think too much about it at the time. But later, after Ellyn had gone to college in Boston and discovered a world of sexuality not available to them in the small town in which they had grown up, she explained to her friend that she never really enjoyed being with the boys in high school. She went along, because that's what everybody did to fit in. In college, though, she got involved in women's organizations, and quickly realized that she was attracted to women. During her sophomore year she started dating one, and when Amanda visited her that spring, Ellyn introduced the woman to Amanda and came out as a lesbian. Amanda had accepted the information from Ellyn without judgment. Even though she had attended a small college in a rural area, she had met a handful of women who were out as lesbians, and was perfectly comfortable with them. So it was easy for her to embrace Ellyn and her new lifestyle without it harming their friendship. After learning this information, Amanda asked Ellyn if she had had a relationship with Angie. After all, they had been roommates freshman year, and Ellyn had told her in a letter early during that year that her roommate was pretty wild, and went on dates with both men and women. But Ellyn had told her, "no," that while she and Angie were good friends, they had never had a sexual or romantic relationship. But Angie did help ease Ellyn's transition into being a lesbian, introducing her to other people, organizations, and cultures with whom she would be comfortable connecting. Throughout college and after, Ellyn had had a number of relationships with women, none lasting more than about six months, until she met Rachel about five years ago. After their first date, Ellyn came home and got on the computer to see if Amanda was online. She found her friend was there, and immediately IMed her: EllynBos: "Hey, pal!" MandaMom: "Hiya -- how'd it go 2nite?" EllynBos: "This is the one :)" MandaMom: "WTF???? How can u tell so fast???" EllynBos: "I can just tell, trust me" Sure enough, Ellyn was right. She and Rachel quickly fell in love with each other, and the day that the Supreme Judicial Court in Massachusetts ruled that people of the same sex could legally marry in the state, Ellyn was on the phone to Amanda. "One year from today," she said as soon as Amanda answered the phone. "Well hello to you too. One year from today, what? You goofball," Amanda replied. "Rachel and I are getting married, that's what?" "Oh my god, that's great," Amanda exclaimed, "I was just reading about the ruling online -- I'm so happy for you!" Ellyn responded, "Thanks sweetie, and I'm hoping you'll be matron of honor." Before Amanda could respond in the affirmative, the two of them were crying, Amanda so happy that her friend was finally going to get to have the big wedding she wanted and Ellyn happy that her best friend of 30 years would be there to share it with her. ---------------------------------------------- Amanda looked at Ellyn and Rachel as they shared their first dance. She guessed that many in the audience were probably thinking that "Come on Eileen," that one-hit wonder by Dexy's Midnight Runners, was a very strange choice as a first dance. But Amanda knew the two women had chosen it because it was the first song they had ever danced to on that first date five years earlier. As Amanda laughed at the two women dancing in their dresses -- Ellyn's a more traditional wedding dress, and Rachel's more of a regular party dress -- she sensed someone coming up beside her. She glanced to her right and saw Angie there, also looking at the two women with the same stupid grin plastered on her face. "Isn't that a hoot," Angie said. Amanda laughed back. "Sure is," she said, "I gotta admit it's the first wedding I've been to with 'Come on Eileen' as the first dance." "Yeah," Angie replied. "Boy, do I remember dancing to this song in the bars back in the 80s though, it was so fucking popular. And god, that video -- talking about fucking hot!" Amanda thought for a moment, trying to remember what the music video for the song was, but she drew a blank. Angie saw the quizzical look on her face and said, "You don't remember it? There was this adorable woman with spiky hair worn up in a band, she was wearing denim overalls with nothing on underneath. How could you not remember it? I don't care if you're queer or straight, that woman was so fucking hot." Amanda laughed. "Sorry, Angie, I just don't remember it. But I'm sure she was very cute." "Well, I remember masturbating to the image of that girl for a long time after that video came out in the early 80s," Angie said, smiling. Amanda giggled a little uncomfortably. She wasn't used to Angie's "out there" attitude quite yet, and while not a prude, wasn't accustomed to people talking to her about masturbation -- especially people she had just met. While she and Ellyn had talked about their respective love lives over the years, they didn't talk in detail about sex. It was a topic that she wasn't comfortable talking to anybody about, even Phil. She certainly enjoyed sex and thought her sex life with Phil was pretty good, but she never saw the need to talk about it much. She saw that Angie was still looking at her and smiling, as if she expected some reaction from her. Amanda didn't know what to say, so just replied, "Oh." After she did, she thought to herself, "That was pretty lame, she must think I'm such a dork." She turned and looked back at Ellyn and Rachel dancing, hoping the moment would pass and Angie would change the subject. Angie sensed Amanda's discomfort, and dropped the line of discussion. She too watched the rest of the first dance, and after it was over, turned to Amanda and said, "Okay, maybe we can get some food now." Amanda replied, "Great idea, I'm famished!" The two women walked over to one of the large tables set up with canapés, cheeses, and other bite size treats, helped themselves to a small plate, and each piled it high. "Whadya say we get ourselves a drink and find ourselves someplace to sit and eat this food," Angie suggested. "Okay," Amanda replied, and followed Angie as she headed to the bar. They each got a drink -- white wine for Amanda, and a margarita for Angie -- and they walked over to a small café table with some chairs around it. The two women put their food and drinks down and sat. After a few moments of eating, and what to Amanda was somewhat awkward silence, she asked Angie with a smile, "So, how about you -- any wedding plans in your future now that it's legal?" Angie threw her head back and laughed out loud. "No, not me -- I don't think I'm the marrying type, hon. It was always convenient to be in relationships before, because you never had to deal with the wedding crap, but now it's thrust upon us just like all the breeder couples out there. Even my mother, who initially wasn't thrilled 15 years ago to learn her only daughter liked girls, is on my case about it." "Yeah, I can understand -- if she's like most mothers, she wants to see her daughter married. But why don't you think you're the 'marrying type'?" "I dunno," Angie replied, "I just don't see myself making that kind of lifelong commitment that marriage requires. I mean, don't get me wrong -- I've certainly been in love before, but I just never felt there was one person that I wanted to settle down with and forsake all others for the rest of my life." She leaned in close to Amanda and said in a faux-conspiratorial tone with a wink, "I like a variety of experiences, if you know what I mean." Amanda laughed, and took another sip of her wine. "Well, I guess the important thing is to know what you want, right?" "Yup, sure is. What about you -- you've been married for how long now?" "Phil and I have been married for just over a dozen years." "And don't you ever think about what it might be like with other guys?" Angie asked. Amanda didn't have to hesitate in replying. While she was committed to Phil, like any healthy woman, she of course had had her fantasies, most of which involved men other than her husband. "Of course I think about it, Angie, but that doesn't mean I'm going to act on it," she said, just a little defensively. Angie sensed her discomfort. "Okay, okay, I didn't mean to imply that you were a slut or anything, I was just curious." Amanda quickly realized that she had must have come across the wrong way in answering Angie's query. She softened her tone a bit, and in a lowered voice said to her, "Well, to be truthful, while I've never been with anyone else since I met Phil, I do admit that I have been just a bit jealous of the life that Ellyn has led." "What do you mean?" "Well, you know -- that she knows how to go out and have a good time, and while I know she's been faithful to Rachel since they met, I know that she had plenty of changes to 'sow her wild oats' so to speak. And I also know that many of those experiences were when she was hanging out with you." Angie chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I can be a bad influence on people sometimes." She shrugged her shoulders and went on, "What can I say? My philosophy in life is carpe diem -- you know, like in that Robin Williams movie about the prep school teacher, what was it -- oh yeah, the Dead Poets Society." Amanda smiled and said, "Yes, I remember that -- he was trying to teach his students to 'seize the day,' as you never know when it will be your last, or something like that." Angie punched Amanda's shoulder lightly and said, "That's exactly it -- you have to experience life today, don't put it off until tomorrow." Amanda replied, "Well, I guess there is something to be said for that." Before she could say anything else, the two women heard the band leader calling everyone to their tables to sit down for the meal. Angie said, "Let's grab another drink before we sit down." Girls Night Out Ch. 01 "Oh, I don't know, I think one is enough for me," Amanda replied. "Oh c'mon, why not -- it's not like you're driving or anything? The limos are taking us back to the hotel after the party. What'd we just talk about -- carpe diem, remember? Have a good time, damnit. You're here without your family, loosen up, have a drink, eat some good food, and do some dancing -- we're here to celebrate, right?" Amanda sighed. "You're right, why not?" And she followed Angie to the bar where they refreshed their drinks and headed to their assigned table. ---------------------------------------------- As the meal wound down, and Amanda had finished a third, and then a fourth glass of wine, she was feeling much more relaxed. Josh, being the consummate gentleman, came over and asked her to dance. While reluctant at first, she eventually relented after being prodded by Angie and Sue, the other bridesmaid. While her first impression of Josh was that he was a bit dull, she found him to be an excellent dancer. Phil was never into dancing, so when they did go to some event, it was all she could do to get him on the dance floor once or twice. But Josh obviously enjoyed it, and she stayed out there until her feet were starting to hurt. She begged off one more and went back to their table for a cool glass of water. She sat and watched the others for a short while. It seemed like Angie didn't miss a single dance once the meal was over. It was clear that she loved to have a good time; she was out on the floor dancing with everyone -- men, women, boys, girls, groups, it didn't matter. She was laughing her head off, a big smile on her face throughout. Amanda watched her dance and thought to herself, "She is pretty cute, with that boyish figure and pageboy haircut. And damn if she doesn't know how to enjoy herself!" Finally the band took a break, and Angie came back to the table for a drink and to eat some of the wedding cake that had been distributed. Everybody at the table was chatting about how beautiful the ceremony was and how great the party was. Amanda excused herself to visit the ladies room, and when she walked back into the ballroom, she heard that the band had started up again. No sooner had she down again at the table, then Angie was grabbing her hand and yanking her up to the dance floor. She began to protest that her feet hurt, but Angie would have none of it. "Don't you hear what they're playing?" she asked. Amanda listened and heard the opening bars of the orchestra's rendition of Buster Poindexter's "Hot, Hot, Hot." "C'mon," Angie was saying, "this is a mandatory dance at any wedding!" Amanda sighed, and followed her on to the dance floor holding her hand. The floor quickly filled, and somewhat to her surprise, Amanda actually found herself enjoying it. Angie was moving between her and other people, and it became one fluid mass of people thrusting their arms in the air every time the singer sang the words "hot, hot, hot." Finally the song ended, and out of breath, Amanda said to Angie, "Okay, I'm sitting down again." As she began moving back toward the table and the orchestra started the next song, Angie grabbed her hand once again. "C'mon, one more -- it's a slow dance, it'll give you a chance to catch your breath." Amanda hesitated for a second, not because she was afraid she couldn't catch her breath, but because she wasn't sure about a slow dance with Angie. She'd been out to lesbian clubs with Ellyn before, and danced, but never like that with another woman. She began to make an excuse, but then Angie's earlier words echoed in her brain: "carpe diem." "What the fuck," she thought, and allowed Angie to lead her back to the dance floor. It was a bit awkward for a second, as she was used to dancing men who always seemed to take the lead. Angie was about six inches taller than her, so it seemed natural for her to place her head on Angie's shoulder. She placed one hand in Angie's, and as she felt Angie's other go around her waist, she placed hers on Angie's back. After the initial awkwardness, it quickly became very comfortable and natural for Amanda. She could smell a nice mixture of sweat and Angie's perfume on her, and she thought about how nice it was to feel a soft woman's body under her arms. At one point she thought she felt Angie's hand moving off her waist and lower to her ass, but figured she must have been mistaken. The song ended, and as they pulled apart, Angie leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on Amanda's forehead. "Thanks," she said sweetly. "I enjoyed that." Amanda smiled back and said, "Me too." The two women headed back to their table to finish their pieces of wedding cake. Finally, after four hours, the party was winding down. As they gathered up their purses and began heading out to the limos, Angie said to Amanda, "So when's your flight tomorrow?" Amanda replied, "Oh, I'm not going back Monday. I had decided to take a couple of extra days and get some shopping in, maybe even a little sightseeing. You know, in our little podunk college town, there's not much to choose from beyond WalMart and A&F for the college students. And believe it or not, there's not much to fit a big woman like me in A&F," she said with a laugh. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with you," Angie said, punching her lightly in the shoulder again. "I can't find anything that I'd wear in the stinkin' store either, even though I'm still built like a college student. So it's not you -- you look just fine by me." Amanda smiled and said, "Aw, thanks, that's really sweet of you. So anyway, I'm going to do a little shopping and hanging out, and then fly home on Wednesday." The two said their good-byes to Rachel and Ellyn, crying as they hugged and kissed the two brides, who had changed and were heading in a limo directly to Logan Airport for their honeymoon in Hawaii. Amanda and Angie climbed into their limo with the other members of the wedding party to head back to the hotel near the synagogue, where Amanda was staying and where Angie had left her car. When they reached the hotel and headed into the lobby, Angie grabbed Amanda's hand and held it. "Hey, it was great getting to know you finally," she said, smiling at her. "I've heard so much about you for so long from Ellyn, I really am happy we had the chance to meet in the flesh." "Me too," Amanda replied. "We'll have to get the three of us together sometime, maybe have a little mini vacation together or something." "That would be great!" Angie replied enthusiastically. "Well, I gotta get my car out of the garage." As she let go of Amanda's hand, she threw both of hers around the larger woman to give her a hug. Amanda hugged her back, and as she pulled away, was surprised to find Angie giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Take care, sweetie," Angie said with a wink, as she pulled away. That night, after taking a long soak in the luxurious tub in the hotel room, Amanda thought back on the day. She had had a great time, and truthfully did enjoy getting to know Angie. But she was also a bit confused by some of the things that she had said and done. At times she thought Angie was flirting with her, but she told herself it couldn't be. After all, she knew that Amanda was married, with two kids, and straight. She chalked it up to Angie's general flirtatious nature, figuring that she just liked to have fun, and didn't really care with whom it was with. ---------------------------------------------- Monday was another glorious spring day in Boston, so Amanda decided planned to walk around the city and get her shopping in. She took the Green Line trolley into Back Bay, and spent time first on Newbury Street visiting all the boutiques, and then made her way to Copley Place to hit some of the shops in there. She purchased more than she knew she could carry home on the plane, so much of it she had the stores mail home to her. She loved the freedom of being out on her own, without worrying about being a wife or mother for a few days. She had forgotten how much she loved Boston; as she had children and they had begun to grow up, her visits to Ellyn in Boston had become less frequent. Tomorrow she planned on doing some sightseeing, maybe the Museum of Fine Arts or the new Institute of Contemporary Arts. While she enjoyed her life in her small college town, it had few cultural attractions compared to Boston. By the time Amanda took the trolley back to her hotel, she was exhausted. She got back into her room, throwing the bags she hadn't had sent home onto the chair in the room. She figured she'd freshen up a bit and then head down to the hotel's restaurant for a meal. After she washed her face and dried off, she grabbed her wallet and room key and was just heading out the door when the phone rang. She was a bit puzzled to hear the ring; she knew it wouldn't be Phil, as he always called on her cell. Her mind immediately went to Ellyn, but then just as quickly realized it was unlikely she would be checking up on her from her honeymoon in Hawaii. She picked up the phone, saying "Hello?" "Amanda! It's Angie, how are you?" "Ang!" Amanda was genuinely surprised, and pleased, to hear her voice. "I'm fine thanks, what's up?" "How was the shopping today -- did you buy a lot of stuff?" Amanda laughed. "Are you kidding me? I bought so much I couldn't carry it all and had to have some of it sent home. I'm hoping the packages arrive while Phil is on campus, so he won't see how much I bought!" Angie laughed in return. "See? That's another advantage I have of not being in a relationship -- don't have to worry about hiding any of my purchases." Amanda chuckled, "I guess so." She wondered why Angie was calling; she couldn't imagine it was just to see how her shopping expedition went. "So what's up?" "Well," Angie replied, "I was wondering what you were doing tonight? It's Girls Night Out at one of my favorite clubs in Cambridge, and was wondering if you'd like to join me?" Amanda hesitated a few seconds before answering. She was tired after all the walking around she had done, and was ready for a quiet evening in front of the TV in her hotel room after dinner. And she was just a little nervous about going out with the self-proclaimed "wild woman" for a night of clubbing at something called Girls Night Out. "Oh, I don't know, Angie, I'm sort of tired," she told her. "I'm not taking that as an excuse -- you're here in the big city, you gotta enjoy all the sights while you can! C'mon, I'll pick you up in an hour, it'll be fun. I promise not to keep you out too late, and I also promise not to corrupt you," she said, adding after a hesitation, "at least not too much." Amanda laughed and thought to herself, "What the hell -- as we talked about yesterday, you only live once." "Okay, I'm game I guess. I'll meet you downstairs in an hour," she told Angie. "Great, see you then, hon." Amanda realized she wouldn't have time both to go downstairs to the restaurant, and get showered and changed to go out with Angie. So she called and ordered a sandwich from room service, and hopped into the shower. As she ran the soap over her body, she thought again about Angie, wondering why she had called her. Surely she had plenty of friends right here in Boston she could go clubbing with, so why had she invited her? As she rubbed the soap over her lower back, she thought again of the slow dance she shared with Angie, remembering the feel of her hand on her back, and the moment when she thought she was going to let it roam lower on to her ass. She shivered as she felt a small tingle run through her body remembering how that felt, and wondering if she'd have a chance to dance like that with her again tonight. She shook her head though, laughing at herself, and said aloud, "Get a grip Amanda -- this is another woman you're talking about. She's just being friendly to you." Realizing she didn't have much time, she rinsed off her body, washed her hair, and got out to dry herself off. Just as she put on the plush terry cloth robe provided by the hotel, there was a knock on the door. She answered, ushering the room service waiter with the tray into her room. After signing the slip and seeing him out, she quickly gobbled down the sandwich, realizing how hungry she was. Keeping the robe on, Amanda went into the bathroom to put on her make-up. She normally didn't wear much, but she figured if she was going out to a club she should put some on. She was just finishing it when she heard a knock at the door. "Must be room service coming for the tray," she thought, pulling the sash on the robe tightly around her. She opened up the door, ready to invite the waiter in to get the tray. She was surprised instead to find Angie standing there in front of her with a big smile on her face. She was wearing a short knit dress, cut a few inches above her knees, that showed off her long legs. It clung to her body very tightly, showing off her breasts very well. They were small, but the knit fabric accentuated them very nicely, and it looked to Amanda that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. "Wow," thought Amanda when she got over the shock of seeing her in front of her, "she looks much better in that than she did in that ugly bridesmaid's dress!" "Hi, hon," Angie said. "Traffic was not as bad as I thought it would be, and I got here early. So figured I'd just come up and get you." Amanda's first thought was wondering how she knew what room she was in, but quickly remembered that they had stopped by her room to get her purse before the wedding. "Oh, great, c'mon in Ang." Angie walked into the room, Amanda closing the door behind her. "Damn," she thought, "she looks even better from the back." The dress was low cut, showing off her muscular back (I wonder if she's a swimmer, Amanda thought) as well as clinging to her ass in a way that very clearly showed the definition of her cheeks. "Well, you going to come in here?" Angie asked with a smile. Amanda realized she'd been standing there staring, her hand still on the doorknob. "Uh, oh, yeah -- sorry, was just spacing out a bit." She walked back into the room, seeing that Angie had moved some of her shopping bags out of the way and was sitting in the chair. As she did, Amanda noticed the dress had ridden up quite a bit, showing off even more of her shapely legs. As she stared at her new friend, a terrible thought hit Amanda. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. Angie got a look of worry on her face. "What's wrong, hon?" Amanda replied, "I just realized I've got nothing to wear tonight. The dress I wore to the rehearsal dinner is dirty, and the only other thing I have is jeans and a pair of slacks, and they're not really appropriate for a club." "Oooh, I hadn't thought about that, sorry Amanda. I'd say we could run over to my place and get you something, but I don't think they'd fit you," she said with a smile. Amanda laughed heartily, "No, I'm sure nothing in your closet would fit me!" "Well, let's see -- did you buy anything today that would be suitable?" "Duh!" Amanda replied, slapping her forehead. "I did buy a couple of things that may work." She had purchased a couple of dresses that she thought she could wear to some of Phil's faculty parties. "Well, let's see." Amanda went through the bags Angie had piled on the floor, finding the two holding the dresses she had purchased. She pulled them out, holding one up in each hand for Angie's inspection. "Well, they look nice, but I can't tell from that, hon -- I gotta see them on you. We have plenty of time, Girls Night Out doesn't get rolling until a little later anyway." "Um, good point. I guess I can try them on for you. By the way, Ang -- what is Girls Night Out anyway?" Angie laughed, "Oh, Monday nights at this club is for women only, so they call it Girls Night Out." "Is it just lesbians?" "Oh god, no -- all kind of women go there. Straight, lesbian, bi, queer, you name it. It's just a nice, relaxed setting where women can hang out without worrying about guys hitting on them. I thought it would be fun for you -- figure you won't get tempted to stray from Phil with some hot, hunky guy," she said with a wink. "What kind of club is it?" Angie hesitated for just a second before responding. "It's sort of like a theme club, you know, with different rooms. One may be techno, one pop, another one quieter just for conversation and drinks. There are rooms with uh, games, like pool tables, foosball, all kinds of things." Amanda said, "Okay, was just curious." "Great, now let's see which of those two dresses are going to make you look hotter!" Amanda sighed. "Well, I don't know about 'hot,' but they both looked pretty good in the store. Which one should I try first?" "Sweetie, we can definitely make you look hot -- try on the black one first." Amanda laughed at her friend's audaciousness, and put the red dress down on the bed. She took the black one and headed for the bathroom. "Um, where are you going?" Angie asked. Amanda stopped in her tracks, and turned around. "Uhhh, I was going into the bathroom, I left my bra and panties in there so was going to put it on in there." "Don't be ridiculous, it'll be faster to just throw it on here, you don't need your bra and panties just to figure out which one will look better on you," Angie replied. "It's not like you're in the store dressing room, you've already bought these." Amanda didn't know what to do. She didn't want to seem like a prude, but taking off the robe and being totally naked in front of Angie as she put on the dress didn't seem right. But then she caught herself, wondering if she would have had a second thought about it if it was a straight woman that was sitting in front of her. So she decided to accept Angie's suggestion. She walked back in front of where Angie was sitting, and placed the dress on the bed. She undid the sash on her robe, and after hesitating for a split second, eased it off her shoulders and arms and tossed it on the bed. She trembled a bit, standing there naked to her friend's gaze wearing nothing but a little bit of eye liner, rouge, and lipstick. She tried not to look at Angie, and reached over to the bed to pick up the black dress and put it on. As she turned to do so, though, she caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eye. She saw that Angie was staring intently at her, with what she thought was just a hint of a slight smile on her lips. She quickly continued with her task, unzipping the back of the dress and putting it on over her head and arms. When she looked down, she could see that her nipples were showing prominently through the silk of the dress -- not surprising, given that she was not wearing a bra. Amanda didn't know the last time that she had seen such a sight on her own body. She almost always wore a bra, given the prominent size of her breasts and her nipples. About the only time she didn't is if she was wearing a heavy sweatshirt around the house. She was very self-conscious, figuring that Angie would be able to see her nipples poking out toward her. As she turned and faced the full-length mirror on the wall, the image confirmed for her what she had feared. While she wasn't too concerned with going out in the dress, because she knew she'd be wearing a bra underneath, there was no question that Angie would be able to make out her nipples quite easily as she stood in front of her. She smoothed the silk down over her body, front and back, and turned toward Angie. With sort of a sheepish grin, she asked, "So, what do you think?" Angie cocked her head a bit, still staring at Amanda. She stood up and came toward her, and without saying a word, stood right in front of her just a few inches from her breasts. Amanda held her breath for a second, not knowing what Angie was going to do. She wanted to close her eyes, afraid to watch. Angie took her hands and adjusted the silk material a bit, pulling it and tugging it around Amanda's waist and hips. As she stepped back to inspect her work, Amanda finally exhaled. Girls Night Out Ch. 01 "Well, it looks pretty good I guess, but I want to see how the red one looks." "Okay," Amanda replied, as she quickly took the dress off and placed it back on the bed. She knew her nipples were still very erect and Angie would surely notice. She quickly picked up the lightweight cotton dress, which buttoned down the front, and undid enough of the buttons to be able to slip it over her head. She rebuttoned the front, adjusted it over her hips, and looked at herself in the mirror. The cotton material didn't display her body as closely as did the black silk, and she thought the red looked very good on her. Angie was still standing in front of her, though she had taken a step back. She looked up and down Amanda's body, taking the whole image in. "I do like that color on you, hon, but I'm not sure that it shows off your assets the best. Hold on a sec." She stepped closer again, and adjusted the dress on Amanda's hips. She walked around behind her; Amanda tried to look over her shoulder to see what she was doing, but couldn't really see. After a few seconds, she felt Angie's hands on her ass, and Amanda inhaled quickly in surprise. "Calm down, sweetie," Angie laughed, "I'm just adjusting the rear so it sits right." Amanda relaxed just a bit. Angie finished what she was doing and came back in the front, now standing a few feet in front of Amanda. She had a quizzical look on her face, so Amanda asked, "What's wrong?" "I can't put my finger on it, let me see." She kept looking at her, walking completely around her one more time. She then stood in front of her, and reached toward the buttons on the front of the dress. She began to undo the top three that Amanda had redone when she put the dress on. As she did so, Amanda gasped once again as she felt Angie's fingers brush lightly over her breasts. The attention caused Amanda's nipples to again rise to attention, and as she glanced down, she could see them even through the looser cotton material. Angie either didn't notice Amanda's reaction to the attention she had paid to her breasts, or she chose to ignore it. She stepped back, flashed a big smile, and said, "That's it. Much better -- that's definitely the one you're wearing tonight!" Amanda turned to look at herself in the mirror. She saw that not only were her nipples showing through the fabric, but with the three buttons undone, her ample cleavage was also quite visible. Anyone standing near her would have a great view not just of the cleft between her breasts, but a good portion of each of her orbs also. She turned back toward Angie. "It'll never work like this, Ang. When I put the bra on, a lot of it will be showing." Angie smiled slyly and said, "What bra?" Amanda's mouth fell open when she realized the implication of what her friend had said, but nothing came out for a few seconds. "I ca. . .ca. . .can't do that, Angie," she finally stammered. "Why not, you look great?" "I'm sorry, but I just can't go out without a bra, I haven't done that in so long, and certainly not with these huge jugs on me. I'd be too self-conscious." "Amanda, listen to me," Angie started to lecture the curvaceous woman standing in front of her. "You have a great body -- your breasts are beautiful, you've got womanly hips topped by a narrow waist, and a great ass. There's absolutely nothing wrong with showing off what you've got, and remember, it's just going to be women there. There aren't going to be any guys perving you and wolf whistling or anything like that. C'mon, let loose, we'll have a good time." Amanda was less than convinced. Still looking at herself in the mirror, she wanted to be that kind of woman, the one who can be more sexual, flirtatious, and "out there." But she just wasn't sure. "I don't know," she said in a soft voice, "it's just too, too. . . ." "Too what? Hot? Audacious? Not you? C'mon, hon -- just go with it." She stared at Amanda, who still showed doubt in her face. Angie knew she had to do something -- she wanted Amanda to let her hair down, go out and be someone who she normally wasn't. But she knew that if she wasn't comfortable, she'd never do it. She walked back in front of her, and rebuttoned the last of the buttons she had previous undone. This pulled the two sides of the dress together more, covering up a portion of her breasts that had so worried Amanda. "There, how about that?" Amanda looked in the mirror. While it still showed a lot of cleavage and displayed her breasts, it was better than before, and she realized she was fighting a losing battle. "Okay," she sighed, resigned to the fact that she was going to allow Angie encourage her to do things she'd never do on her own. Angie clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Great! Let's get going. Finish getting dressed and we'll hit the road." Amanda opened up a dresser drawer, took out a pair of panties, and slipped them up her legs and underneath the red dress. She ran a brush a couple of times through her short hair. "Okay, I'm ready as I'll ever be," she said as she grabbed her purse. ---------------------------------------------- The two women rode down the elevator and got into Angie's Miata convertible. "What a surprise," Amanda thought to herself, "no kids -- she can have a sexy two-seater like this." The drive to the club in Cambridge took about 20 minutes. On the way, Angie asked Amanda about her husband and kids, and told her about her job in marketing for a high tech firm out on Route 128. They pulled into the parking lot behind the club and got out to walk around the front. Amanda didn't recognize the neighborhood, so she asked Angie where they were. "East Cambridge, near Lechmere," she replied. Amanda knew the general area, but had never been in this part of the city before. It was still fairly early, but even so, there was already a short line of women waiting to get in the club. Amanda was reassured to see they were all shapes and sizes, as well as all ages. When Angie had first broached the idea of going to a club, Amanda was concerned that it would be full of lithe 20-somethings and she'd stand out like a sore thumb, especially since Angie could still pass for under 30 herself. So the diversity of the women standing there made her feel a little better. "Well, I'm certainly not going to have to show any ID to get in," she joked. "Yeah, probably not," Angie laughed back. "But it's been a while since I've gotten carded too, hon." They waited just a few minutes in line as they made their way to the entry. A few women greeted Angie, and she was quick to introduce them to Amanda. When they got inside, even more women were saying hello to her. "Jeez, you seem to know everyone here, Ang!" She smiled back at her friend. "Well, I do come here a lot, and there are definitely some regulars." Amanda looked at the women in the club, wondering which were straight and which were gay. Some women looked very fem, some looked butch, but she knew enough to know you couldn't tell someone's sexual orientation just from how they looked. Sometimes it was easy to tell which were gay -- they were often arm in arm with another woman in a way that said they were more than just friends, or kissing in a way that conveyed the same message. None of this made her uncomfortable, as she had been to lesbian bars before with Ellyn. It just made for a fun little game that occupied her as she looked around the room. They got a drink (sticking with the same white wine and margarita they had each enjoyed at the wedding) and started in the pop music room. The put their drinks down on a railing and hit the dance floor. At first, Amanda was somewhat self-conscious of her dress, having never been out in public in such a revealing outfit before. She was fully aware that as she moved, her large breasts were shaking around in a manner that would be quite evident to anyone nearby But after a few dances, and a second glass of wine, she grew less concerned with her appearance. She told herself that it was only women in the room, so who cared if anyone saw her. The two women switched off, each of them dancing with some of the other women Angie knew, as well as strangers she didn't. As the night wore on, and she watched what was going on, Amanda saw a number of women making out passionately, even doing some light petting in the corners of the room. To her surprise, she wasn't freaked out about it, but thought it was actually very cool that they all felt comfortable enough to do that. She realized that the fact that it was only women in the bar made it easier to do this. A few times, she thought she saw women giving her appreciative glances, and at first she was embarrassed when this happened. However, she came to realize that she actually liked the attention. "Why shouldn't they look?" she thought to herself, "as Ang said, I have a nice body. It's not a model's body, but I do have nice curves." She smiled and threw herself wholeheartedly into the dance she was engaged in with a cute woman who looked to be in her mid-20s. As the song wound down, the woman leaned over, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Thanks for the dance -- you seem like a fun woman. Hope you'll be around for a while." Amanda blushed, and as she smiled back at her and thanked her, she caught Angie looking at her over the woman's shoulder. Angie smiled, and gave her a little wink. As Amanda walked back to the railing to pick up her drink, Angie quickly sidled up next to her. "Hey, she was cute -- what'd she say to you?" "Oh, cut it out, Ang, I know what you're thinking -- she just thanked me for the dance." "Well, she definitely seemed into you, I could tell just reading the body language." Amanda blushed, "You really think so? Jeez, I have to say, I've never been in this position before." "What, being wanted by someone. Oh, c'mon, I can't believe that!" "No," Amanda corrected, "I mean being wanted by a woman! At least not that I've been aware of." Angie laughed. "Well, there probably have been times in the past, but you were so clueless you didn't even realize it. I keep telling you, women go for your body type -- they're not hung up on the skinny model body image like men are." Amanda laughed back. "Whatever -- all I know is that I'm having fun." "Good, that was the whole point!" Angie gave Amanda a quick peck on the cheek. The two women danced with each other a couple more songs, then stepped off the dance floor. "Phew, I just realized I gotta pee bad," Angie said. "Yeah, me too, I'll join you. Where is it?' Angie pointed through a doorway in the back "Back down that hall, let's go." Amanda followed her friend through the doorway and into a hall. They were in a part of the club she hadn't seen yet. As they walked down the hall, she looked in a doorway to her left and saw some women shooting pool. A few feet further down the hallway was another door on her right. As she walked by, she slowed down and glanced in. The lights were dim, and there was no music playing. Amanda stopped, trying to see what was going on. Angie stopped right next to her. "What's that room?" she asked. "Um, that's the playroom," Angie replied, a little hesitantly. "The what?" Amanda didn't think she had heard her friend correctly. "The playroom," Angie said, a little more authoritatively this time. "Oh, okay," Amanda responded, though she still had no idea what she meant. She couldn't make out what was going on in the room, though there were clearly some women in there and she heard murmuring coming from the room. They continued on down the hall and into the bathroom. Each picked a stall, and heard the other one's pee splash in the toilet as they relieved themselves. As they stood in front of the sink washing their hands, Amanda screwed up her courage and turned to Angie. "Um, Ang, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, hon," she replied, knowing what the question was likely to be. "What do they do in the playroom?" Angie paused a few seconds, wanting to be careful in what she said. She didn't want to scare or shock Amanda too much. "Well, sweetie, it's a quiet room where women can go for a little privacy to play a little with a friend." Amanda finished washing and reached for a paper towel. She had a quizzical look on her face. "Why, Ang? I saw women making out, even touching each other, out in the dance room." Angie too finished drying her hands, and threw away her towel. She turned toward Amanda, and took both of her hands in hers. "Well, they do more than just touch in there, hon -- stuff that they wouldn't necessarily want to do out in front of everyone in the club." "Oh, okay," Amanda replied, though she still wasn't sure what went on in there. The two women left the bathroom and headed back down the hallway. As they came to the playroom on their left, Angie stopped. She took Amanda's hand and said quietly, "Follow me." Amanda didn't say anything, but just held on to Angie's hand and followed her into the room. As they entered, her eyes adjusted to the light that was dimmer than in the hall. She looked around the room, which appeared to be about 30 feet square, and saw some upholstered benches against some of the walls, along with what looked like a few mattresses on the floor toward the center of the room. Some of these were empty, but some she could see were occupied by women -- sometimes just one, sometimes two, and as her eyes adjusted even further, she could see that some had three or four women on them. Angie leaned in toward Amanda and whispered in her ear, "Look over there." Amanda looked in the direction she was pointing. It was hard to see at first, but as she peered in she was able to make out the scene in front of her. She gasped when she realized what she was looking at, and Angie quickly whispered to her, "Quiet -- people don't mind if you watch, but don't make a spectacle of yourself." Amanda whispered back to her, "Sorry." What made her gasp was the sight in front of her. A woman was sitting on one of the benches, her back against the wall, her pants and panties were pulled down to her ankles and her legs were spread as wide as they could go. She was wearing a blouse that was unbuttoned all the way down, and the two sides were pulled open. She appeared to be about their age, somewhere in her mid-30s or so, and she was built very similarly to Amanda. She could clearly see the curve of the woman's belly, and above that, two large milky breasts topped with mocha-colored areolas that covered about half of the front of each breast. Right in the center of each was a nipple that looked like it was fully erect, or at least Amanda hoped they were fully erect, because they were the biggest nipples she'd ever seen in person. Each was as thick as her thumb, and about half as long. But the woman's nudity wasn't the part that made Amanda gasp. For kneeling in front of her, was a very thin, totally nude woman whose blonde head was between the first woman's thighs. She looked very young from the back, though Amanda couldn't see for sure. It was quite obvious what the younger woman was doing because her head was bobbing slightly up and down. And as she did this, the older woman was slapping her ass cheeks with what looked like a fly swatter, alternating first the left, then the right. Amanda was mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off of this scene. "You okay, sweetie?" Angie leaned down and whispered in her ear. Amanda gulped before replying. "Um, yes, I think so." As she continued to gaze upon the younger woman licking the pussy of the dominant, older woman, another woman walked by Amanda and Angie. She stopped next to Angie, smiled, and Amanda heard her say in a soft voice, "Hey, Ang, how you doin babe? I see you're watching Kat and her little friend there. You want to join the action?" Angie smiled back at her and replied, "Thanks, Sarah, but I'll pass -- I'm here with my friend." "Well maybe she'd like to join in too." Angie chuckled slightly. "No, I don't think so, but thanks anyway." "K, suit yourself." The woman continued on to join the two women on the bench. She bent over and started kissing the woman she had called Kat. Kat stopped swatting the younger woman, and reached up to unbutton Sarah's shirt. She pushed it off of her shoulders, and started feeling her breasts while the younger woman continued licking her pussy. Sarah just stood there, letting Kat have her way with her breasts. At one point, Kat grabbed one of Sarah's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling it away from the breast. She said something to her, but neither Amanda nor Angie could hear what it was. But Sarah stayed rooted to the spot while Kat yanked the nipple even further, looking almost as if she would pull it right off the breast. A look of pain came onto Sarah's face, but she still didn't move. As this went on, Amanda wanted to flee from the room, but she found herself frozen to the spot. She thought to herself that it was like watching a train wreck -- you don't want to but you can't tear yourself away, hard as you try. Angie could read the conflicting feelings on her new friend's face. She didn't intend to bring her in here, but Amanda had asked about the room, so she figured why not. Even given what she knew about Amanda's somewhat sheltered and vanilla life, she figured she wouldn't freak out if she brought her in here. In talking with her over the last couple of days, she somehow got a sense that she would be okay. And so far, at least, she was right. Amanda's inquisitiveness apparently was winning out over her instinct to flee a situation she had never encountered before -- and probably never thought she would see in her lifetime. Angie turned away from Amanda, and looked back at the scene surrounding Kat, at whom Amanda was still staring. Kat had stopped pulling Sarah's nipple and had retrieved the crop she had been using on the blonde. She started to swat at Sarah's breasts, lightly at first then harder. As she did this, Sarah had one hand down the front of her loose pants. While they couldn't see exactly what she was doing, Angie was convinced that Amanda knew what was going on. Kat stopped swatting at Sarah's breast, and reached over to unzip the fly of her pants. After doing so, she put her hand in to join Sarah's. As she did this, her own head went back against the wall and her eyes closed. Her thighs were alternating between squeezing and releasing around the head of the young blonde licking her. Kat started breathing more heavily, her large breasts heaving up and down with each breath. After a few moments of this, she let out a loud "Arrrrggghhh" as she yanked her hand out of Sarah's pants and with both hands pressed the blonde's head hard against her crotch. As Angie glanced over at Amanda again -- who was still holding Angie's hand -- she couldn't help but notice that Amanda's nipples were now jutting out against the red cotton of her dress. Angie gathered that Amanda was aroused, as it was plenty warm in the room so that couldn't have been what was making them stand at attention like that. Amanda also seemed to be breathing very quickly. She whispered to her, "Okay, let's go," and started to walk away. But she realized that Amanda wasn't following her. She went back to her and said, "What is it, hon -- you still okay?" Amanda didn't respond, and when Angie looked in her eyes, she looked like she was in a spell. "Amanda," she said a little more sharply in her ear, "you okay?" Angie turned to look at what Amanda was staring at. It was still the scene with Kat, but now the young woman who had been licking her pussy had gotten up and was sitting on the bench next to her. When Angie looked in her face, she realized why Amanda was mesmerized -- it was the young woman she had been dancing with. "Amanda," Angie repeated, "Are you okay?"