1 comments/ 13620 views/ 4 favorites Secret Lovers Ch. 01 By: carbinemaster The weekend my life started to change began like most of the others before it. As usual the alarm clock sounded off. It always seemed to be too early, and so I slammed my hand down on the snooze button. It was barely a minute later that the door to the bathroom opened, and Christine stepped out, toweling her lovely brown hair dry. "For heaven's sake, Lee, are you still in bed?! We need to get a move on! Get up and hit the shower while I see what you have in the way of breakfast food." I stayed in bed a moment more while she crossed the room and opened the window shades. The sunlight streaming in highlighted the lovely figure that her bathrobe did little to hide. As she turned, she saw me watching her. A smile played across her face as she came to me and sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, she kissed me tenderly. "Come on, Love, we have things to do today," she said. "I'm not usually up so early on a Saturday, Chrissie," I mumbled back. She swatted my rump playfully. "Lee, you said we were going to Clinton for the Little Italy Festival! Now get up, clean up, and dress up!" As Christine stood, her hand swept across my breasts (whether intentionally or not I couldn't tell. Since we probably didn't have time for sex at the moment, I decided to consider it an accident.) Since I knew she would be really hurt if I backed out of taking her to the Festival, I kicked the covers off and stood. She gazed at my nakedness in admiration. Christine, my girlfriend of only 18 hours, is beautiful. She's about 5 ½ feet tall with shoulder-length light brown hair. She's originally from Scotland, and though she has lived here in the States for 3 years, she has managed to keep her delightful accent. She's got a curvy, full figure, but only a real jerk would call her fat. Even though they were hidden by her robe, I could see the points of her nipples through the fabric. As for me, well no one would call me ugly, but I don't think I compare to Chrissie. I'm an inch or two taller than Christine. My hair is medium-blonde, and comes down to my ear lobes. I ran cross country in high school, and I still love to run. I have small, firm breasts (32 B), and a small tight set of buns. My boyfriend loves to squeeze my ass when we're doing it. Yeah, I guess I should take a second to mention my boyfriend... You see, this is why my life is changing. I haven't told Chrissie that I even have a boyfriend. And, I haven't told Jess that I've been cheating on him...with another woman. I knew the whole time that this was wrong, and that someone was going to be hurt. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was that I didn't want to lose what I had with Christine. I stood up and stretched, then headed for the shower. Afterwards, I slid into some casual clothes and some comfortable shoes – the Little Italy Festival has lots of stuff to do but not a lot of chances to sit down. By now I was beginning to get hungry at last, and the smells drifting in from my apartment's tiny kitchen were really mouth watering. I walked in to find the table set with scrambled eggs, sausage, and buttered toast. I honestly didn't know I had that much in my pantry. "This looks good, Chrissie," I said appreciatively. Chrissie smiled and pulled out a chair for me. "I'm not used to such gentlemanly treatment," I said. "Which one of us is the gentleman, anyway?" Chrissie asked playfully. "I don't know, honey. I'm still new at this." "Really?" she said, laughing. "Well, you could have fooled me. Being with you has been incredible." That was the weird thing: I've never looked at other women in a sexual way – not until I met Christine. I first saw her Wal-Mart of all places. As it happened, we had both picked out some jeans to try on. I arrived at the fitting rooms at the same time as she did, and we found out that there was only one available. The clerk was really busy trying to calm down some older woman that was pitching a fit over something. I sighed to myself. I looked over and noticed Chrissie for the first time. She smiled politely at me saying, "Do you mind if I go first? I'm in rather a hurry, because of my schedule." I was instantly captivated with her voice, and the neat way she pronounced schedule as "shedule." To my surprise, I found myself saying, "I'm in a hurry too. We're both adults, why don't we just share?" My breath caught in my throat. What had I just said? I was even more surprised when she smiled at me and said, "Okay." She strolled right into the open fitting room as though she owned it. I followed her in, quickly closing the door behind me and locking it. Then I noticed her intoxicating scent. She's so beautiful, I thought. She pulled her skirt off without any hesitation showing off the lacey thong she wore. The full curves of her waist and belly flowed smoothly down her abdomen to the vee between her gorgeous legs. I must have been staring at her, because she gave me the strangest look. "I know it's cramped in here, but I'm certain you can change too. That was the idea, yes?" "Oh, uh, yeah, I mean yes. That is the idea." I was stuttering, and fumbling with the catch on the back of my skirt. She laughed. "Here, let me help you. Turn around, hon." Slightly red in the face, I turned around. It was only as my skirt came undone and dropped to the floor that I remembered the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties. "Oh my, going commando, are we Love?" she said. "Oh jeez! I'm so sorry!" I spun around without thinking, and her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of my shaved pussy. "That's quite alright, Love," she said quietly. Before I really knew what was happening, she had come closer, wrapping one arm loosely around me, looking straight into my eyes. Her other hand drifted down my flat belly and pushed easily between my legs, lightly caressing my mound. I gasped softly, and she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't the light peck on the cheek that my friends sometimes do. It was a full-blown kiss like Jess would have given me. I was completely lost in it. Without even realizing it I had wrapped my arms around her and opened my mouth. Her tongue brushed against mine, lightly at first, and then she suddenly became very aggressive. Her hand ground against my pussy, one finger slipping between my lips and stroking my clit. Only the fact that her mouth was locked tightly on mine kept me from crying out in pleasure. She was still holding me lightly with her other arm, giving me every chance to back away if that was what I wanted. But I didn't want to. I was shocked at how quickly I was getting wet. Already her finger was spreading my juices over my inner lips as she played with me. I was breathing hard, still urgently kissing her. Our tongues were dueling like a pair of fencers. Suddenly, the familiar feeling of approaching orgasm hit me. I knew myself well enough to know that once I get to that point nothing is going to stop me from going over the edge. That was fine, because she had no intention of stopping anyway. I climaxed against her hand, crushing her body against me. (I guess I should mention I'm a lot stronger than Chrissie.) We stood there like that for a minute, both breathing hard, me shaking as the aftershocks of my orgasm washed over me. After we parted, she smiled again at me. "I'm Christine, by the way. Or Chrissie, if you prefer." Her face and voice enchanted me. "I'm LeeAnne, but feel free to call me...anytime." The line was so old and cheesy that she instantly started giggling like a girl. **** We snuck out of the fitting room as discreetly as we could, although I'm sure we weren't fooling anyone. At least no one said anything. Out in the parking lot we sat on the bench. I don't have a car, and was waiting for the bus. We talked quite a bit as the sun slowly sank. She told me all about herself and her life. She called herself a "lipstick lesbian," and she wasn't shy about it at all. She told me how her last relationship had ended when she had taken a job here in the U.S. It had hurt that her lover wasn't willing to come with her, and in some ways she still wasn't over her. I told her a lot about myself. I'm an aspiring local singer. I make a little money at it, but to pay the bills I still have to have a day job. I work as a book keeper for a local printing company. I'm ashamed to say that I lied to her when she asked if I had anyone special, telling her that I had been seeing someone off and on, but it was nothing serious. She asked a little about him, but she backed off when she sensed how uncomfortable it made me. I was even more ashamed to be cheating on Jess. Jess is really good to me, and I know he's in love with me. Up to that point, I thought I was in love with him too. But after meeting Christine, something in me changed. Chrissie and I just clicked. Everything about her was fascinating. Finally, Chrissie glanced at her watch. "Well Lee, I seem to have completely missed my dinner appointment, and it would appear that you've missed the tram. What do say I give you a ride?" "You already did, Chrissie!" I said, unable to keep from laughing. "Cheeky bugger!" she said, smacking my thigh. "How about I give you a lift home? I have an auto." "Thanks," I said. "I'd really like that. I hope your dinner appointment wasn't important?" "Oh no, not at all. Just a few friends from work," she said. "I'll make it up to them later." "Would you maybe like to join me at the Little Italy Festival tomorrow? You know, to sort of compensate you for missing your night out with friends?" She gave me a look. It was the sort of look that seemed to say she had something else in mind. "I promise you'll enjoy it," I finished lamely. "I'm sure I will, if we go together," she said. We walked over to her car, an ancient-looking Chevy Celebrity 4-door. She unlocked it and we got in. I noticed her looking at me as soon as pulled out of the lot. It's a short drive to my little one bedroom apartment from Wal-Mart. I invited her up without a second thought. I unlocked the door and showed her in, then turned to lock the door behind us. When I turned around, I was shocked to see her completely naked for the first time. Her clothes were in a pile at her feet. "Uh...wow," I said weakly. My knees were shaking. She approached me slowly, the look in her eyes seductive and wanton; and yet there was still that control. I could sense that she was being very careful, giving me every chance to end the encounter if I wanted to. I didn't want to. Chrissie's body finally pressed up against mine. She confidently untied the belt of my tunic wrap and opened it, pushing it off my shoulders. My firm little tits don't really need a bra, but I wear one anyway to keep my nipples from poking holes in my shirts. Chrissie made short work of pulling it off of me, commenting on how pretty it was (Thank you, Victoria's Secret!). Then her hands touched me. It wasn't the rough groping of a teenager, or even the loving touch of my boyfriend. Her touch was pure electricity, energizing me and making me shiver. She cupped my breasts firmly with her hands, teasing my nipples lightly with her thumbs. By now my pink nipples were like little glass-cutters. "You're quite lovely, LeeAnne," she said softly. I loved the way she said my name. "Chrissie, you are so incredible," I said quickly. I felt like a dork. I was acting like this was the first time I had ever been with anyone, man or woman. I was a total spaz. Christine didn't treat me like that, though. Instead, she turned me around with gentle pressure on my shoulders and unfastened my skirt for the second time. This time, though, she didn't let me turn back around. Chrissie pressed the full length of her body against my back and wrapped her arms around me. Her hands caressed my breasts, belly, neck, and shoulders. What was really driving me crazy, though, was the feeling of her body against me. I could feel her nips getting hard as they pressed up against my shoulder blades, and her neatly-trimmed little bush was brushing against my ass. The slightly rounded curve of her belly was resting against the small of my back. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth as silk. She felt so good I could have stood there forever. Then she pulled away from me. I cried out, thinking she was leaving. Then she took my hand. "I think it's time you showed me the bedroom, Love," she whispered. I didn't hesitate. I led her to my small bedroom. The bed was a queen-size and took up most of the space. "Nice," Chrissie said. Letting go of my hand she moved to the large window and closed the blinds, and then the door. It was now very dim. For the first time that night I felt some hesitation on her part. This time it was my turn to reassure her with my confidence. Taking her hand again, I led her to the bed, turned down the covers, and laid down, pulling her with me. The sheets were cool and smooth as I pulled them up over us. I gently pushed Chrissie onto her back and snuggled close against her. We started kissing, and I started exploring her body. My hands combed through her hair, following the lines of her face and neck down to her beautiful tits. Even in the dark, I could tell her nips were a lot darker than mine. Very gently, I fondled her, touching every part of her. Finally, I lost the last bit of my nervousness. I knew what I liked to have done to me, and I figured that was a good starting point. I dropped my head to her right breast and ran my tongue over her nipple. I alternated swirling my tongue around it and flicking it with the tip. At the same time my hand caressed her other tit, very gently tweaking her nipple with my fingers. She gasped and moaned, her hand coming up behind my head to keep me from pulling away. I knew then that I was on the right track. I moved so that I was partly on top of her so I could kiss and lick her left breast. At the same time, my free hand wandered down the satiny-smooth skin of her belly to glide through the thin patch of well-trimmed hair above her pussy. I teased her by tugging her hairs lightly, then moved on down to cup her whole pussy in my hand. I started to rub her just like she had done to me. She moaned a little louder and her arms wrapped around me. I wanted to break loose of her hold just long enough to get the lube I keep in the night stand, but then I had a better idea – something Jess did to me that drove me wild every time. Lifting my face from the heavenly pillow of her breasts, I got on top of her and kissed her deeply, letting my tongue go as deep into her mouth as she would let me. Her moans got louder and she kissed me back, her tongue playing with mine. I took hold of her wrists and stretched her arms up over her head, pinning them gently against the headboard. Taking the hint, she grabbed a hold of the brass rail and held on. Pulling back just a little, I kissed a hot, wet trail down the line of her jaw to the hollow of her throat, and then down her collar bone. I kissed my way into the deep valley between her breasts, and over her abdomen, stopping briefly to tongue her navel (that earned me soft giggle from her). Finally, I moved lower. Trembling slightly, I bent down and kissed her pussy lips. I wet my fingers in my mouth and used them to open her slightly. I slid my tongue over her clit, and she shuddered in pleasure. "Lee...oh LEE!" she cried as I used my lips and tongue on her clit. She trembled beneath me and her hands held the brass headboard even tighter. Sensing that she was getting really close, I decided it was time to use Jess's secret trick. I very gently slid a finger – just one – inside of her while I drilled her clit even faster with my tongue. In minutes her orgasm exploded through her. Her body shook, and she wrapped her thighs around me and squeezed as she climaxed, but I didn't stop. Some women (like me) can have multiple orgasms and I wanted to see if Chrissie could too. I started to put pressure on the front wall of her pussy while my tongue kept up its attack on her clit. She started bucking like a bronco and I had to hold on tight. Suddenly Chrissie started to gasp, and then I was shocked to feel liquid spraying into my mouth. Reflex made me swallow it. It didn't taste bad, but for a second I thought she had pissed on me. Then it hit me: Chrissie was one of those rare women that "squirt." I've seen videos on the net of this happening, but I'd never seen it in person. It startled me enough that I backed off. "Oh dear heaven, Lee..." she said, out of breath. "I never thought to warn you. I do that sometimes when I cum." It didn't take me long to recover. I smiled at her. As I began to realize what I had done to her, I started to feel really good about myself. "Chrissie, that was amazing! I've never met anyone who could do that!" My new lover gazed up at me, her eyes shining in the dark almost like a cat's. "Are you quite sure you've never been with a woman before, Lee?" "Quite sure, Love," I said, trying to match her accent. She pulled me up so our faces were at the same level again and rolled us over so we were lying side by side. She held me close, her tits pressing tightly against mine. It was a delicious feeling. I pulled an arm free just long enough to drag the comforter over us, and then I surrendered to the urge to sleep. Sometime during the night, I woke from a deep sleep to feel something warm and wonderfully wet between my thighs. I pushed the covers aside to find Chrissie licking my pussy lips with hot, even strokes. I moaned softly as her tongue traced over the crease where my leg met my body, then she moved over to plunge it between my pussy lips. She grazed my clit with her tongue very lightly, teasing me. It felt really good, but it wasn't enough to get me started on the road to orgasm and she knew it. She moved up my body, kissing her way across my belly until she reached my tits. Her eyes glittered in the soft glow of my nightlight as she took my left nipple in her mouth and sucked it. It wasn't the first time someone had done that to me, but like with everything else she did, it was different and exquisite. She sucked my left nip, and then the right, using her hands to caress whichever side she didn't have in her mouth. I pressed my head back into the pillows and arched my back, trying to force my whole breast into her warm, wet mouth. Her hands stroked my sides, and then moved down my hips to my thighs again. Christine very gently put a finger inside me, stirring my wetness and spreading it over the folds of my pussy like butter over toast. She watched my face intently as she slid a second finger into me and started to move them in and out. She built up a steady rhythm, putting pressure on the front wall of my pussy and rubbing my clit with her thumb. The pressure was firm yet still gentle, and it was driving me wild. I couldn't last against that kind of stimulation for long. It couldn't have been more than five minutes before I was shuddering and moaning as I came. I could have gone on all night, but she moved up my body again and pulled me close against her. I slid my left arm beneath her shoulder and laid her cheek against my breast, gently stroking her back with my right. We slept like that the rest of the night. **** While Chrissie made a quick trip back to her place for some clean clothes, I started on the dishes. As I was putting away the last of them, my cell phone rang. I picked it up without bothering to glance at the caller ID. "Hi, it's Lee," I said. "Hi baby," came Jess's voice. My heart flipped over. "Jess, honey, I thought you were working this weekend." How I prayed he wouldn't hear the tremor in my voice. "I was supposed to, yes, but I'm really close to overtime. They're trying to cut down on the O.T. this month, so I'm working a half day today and I'll be off tomorrow. I was wondering if you'd like to come over tonight? I got some steaks at the market," he said, a hopeful tone in his voice. Secret Lovers Ch. 01 My mind was working furiously. "Jess, I think I'm going to stay in tonight. I've been feeling a little off." His voice sounded concerned as he said, "Lee, don't you have a singing job tomorrow afternoon at the Apple Club?" That was the problem with having a boyfriend that was really into you: he actually remembers the stuff you tell him. I couldn't let him think I was badly sick, because then he'd come over to my place no matter what I said. "Yeah I do. I'm sure I'll be up to it. I think I just have a head cold," I improvised. It must have worked. "Okay, honey. I'll hook up with you tomorrow. Hey, if you need anything – something from the pharmacy, just call me, okay?" "Okay, Jess, I will." "I love you, LeeAnne," his said, his voice deepening. "I love you too, Jess," I said. It wasn't a lie. I did love him, although my feelings were changing. I closed the phone and tucked it back into my pocket. I honestly can't tell you what I was feeling at that moment. I didn't want to hurt Jess. He's a good man; I shouldn't be cheating on him. But my attraction...no, my need for Chrissie was too strong to deny. The intercom chimed, and I almost ran over to the wall box. "Yes?" "Lee, it's Chrissie. Come on down, Love." I grabbed my pea coat from the hook and stepped out locking the door behind me. I could see her waiting for me through the door at the base of the stairs. She looked good in dark jeans, stylish boots and windbreaker. She had a fleece headband that kept her hair back. The effect was cute. She smiled as I pushed through the door, and grabbed my hand as we walked to her car. The trip to Clinton was a short one. It felt like we spent more time trying to find a place to park than we did getting there. Finally, we were walking through the many festival booths and sidewalk cafes, listening to the music. Christine and I walked hand in hand. I noticed some people stared at us, but I did my best to ignore it. There were other same-sex couples here and there. No one did or said anything to us, at least. The weather had started to cool off some, and I was starting to get hungry. "Are you getting hungry, Chrissie?" "I am a bit peckish, Love," she said. "Do you want to try something here, or would you rather go someplace nice?" "I was thinking maybe we could try my place," I said, blushing. She grinned. "I think that will be just the thing." We turned to head back to the car. I never saw Jess and his brother having baked ziti and meatballs at the little sidewalk café to our left. I didn't see the confused look on his face. And I certainly didn't see the two of them get up and try to follow us through the crowds of people. Chrissie and I finally reached her battered Chevy and climbed in. As we were driving away, I saw Jess. Just a flash of his face among the throngs of people, but it was enough. He was facing away from us, but it didn't matter: I'd know him anywhere. He was quite obviously looking for something or someone. I got a cold feeling in my stomach. Could he have seen me? Could he have seen me with Chrissie? I didn't know the answers to those questions at the time, and they weighed heavily on my mind. Chrissie could sense the change in my mood. "What's wrong, Lee?" she asked. I wasn't sure how to answer. Then to make matters worse, my cell started to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket and wasn't surprised to see Jess's number in the caller ID window. "Are you going to answer that?" Chrissie asked. She was clearly starting to get concerned. "No," I said. "It's just a friend of mine. I want tonight to just be us." I quickly silenced the ringer and then turned my phone off. My answer seemed to satisfy her, at least for now. She glanced down at the dash right about then. "Looks like we need to make a quick stop for some petrol, Lee," she said. "There's a Marathon at the next exit," I said, trying to helpful. "Sorry, I guess I should have checked it before we left town." "That's okay. No biggie." We pulled off the highway and into the filling station. As Chrissie gassed up the car, I pulled out my cell phone again and checked my voicemail. The message was short. Lee, it's Jess. Mike and I saw you at the Little Italy Festival. I thought you said you were staying in? When you get this please call me back. I'd really like to see you. Moving in slow motion, like I was dreaming, I closed my cell phone and slipped it back into my coat pocket. Then and there, I decided that I wasn't going to lose what I had with Jess. I also decided that I was going to keep my relationship with Chrissie. I thought to myself, This is the 21rst Century. We are all three adults and responsible to no one but ourselves. Why can't we find a way to all be together? The driver's side door opened and Chrissie slid into the seat. "You look like the cat that ate the canary, Lee," she said, seeing the smile that creased my face. "I'm more in a mood to eat the cat than the canary, Christine," I said, flashing her my most seductive come hither expression. She blushed a little, and then smiled back. "I'd like that." Secret Lovers Ch. 02 It was well after dark when Chrissie and I finally pulled up in front of my place. We were both hungry -- in both senses of the word -- and I was secretly deep in plotting a way to get the three of us together. I felt hopeful that Jess wouldn't have any trouble with it. After all, wasn't having a two-girl threesome every straight guy's fantasy? The real question was Chrissie, I thought. Would she go for it? And if that weren't enough to wonder about, how would she react to my concealing my relationship with Jess from her? In the privacy of my own head, I was excited and scared at the same time. There was a good chance of making the whole thing work...and an equal chance of screwing everything up. I needed a plan, and fast! I was shaken from my thoughts by Chrissie's gentle touch on my arm. "Lost in thought, are we, Love?" she asked. Her words and tone were playful, but I could still see a layer of concern in her question. I leaned into her and kissed her, putting some heat into it. She responded, her mouth opening under mine like a flower. After a moment we broke the kiss. "Why don't we go inside," she whispered, sounding out of breath. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea," I answered. I knew I needed to get a plan together, but right then all I could think about was getting her naked and horizontal. We were inside soon after. In spite of the sexual heat flowing between the two of us, I still noticed the red light blinking on my answering machine. Ignoring it, I steered my new lover back towards the bedroom. The next morning I woke feeling better. The memories of last night -- red-hot passion slowly changing to tender love-making -- were fresh in my mind. Even better: I had an idea slowly shaping in my devious head. Chrissie and I enjoyed a long shower together. We washed each other and talked. We touched each other, but there was nothing too heavy about it; I had a singing job at the club that afternoon, and there was little point in starting something that we probably couldn't finish. As we were drying off, I asked if she might want to come and see me and the band. She smiled coyly at me. "I'd love to, but won't your boyfriend object?" You could have knocked me over with a feather; that's how shocked I was. Seeing my shocked expression, she laughed. It had a slightly rough edge to it, not like her usual noise of delight. Shaking her head at me, she wrapped one towel around her body and another around her still-wet hair. "Lee, my dear, you are a genuinely sweet woman, but you can't kid a kidder. This isn't the first time I've found myself in this situation." She shook her head again, her expression partly angry, and partly amused. "I get lonely like everyone else, and then fate will have some lovely thing cross my path, and my knickers get themselves in a twist, seemingly of their own accord. I end up sleeping with someone who tells me they're single, even though they aren't, and I can tell, but I do it anyway knowing that I'm just setting myself up for another big hurt..." Her tirade ran out of steam, and she slumped back against the counter top behind her. She was too tough for wanton tears, but I could tell they were lurking unshed in the background. My face must have been saying things to her that my mouth wasn't, because she smirked. It wasn't a pretty expression. "You wonder were all this is coming from, don't you?" I nodded my head stupidly. She walked slowly out of the bath into my bedroom and reached underneath the bed, coming back up with a pair of men's boxers. "These were my first hint that you might not have told me the complete truth," she said, shaking them lightly to make sure she had my attention. "I found them yesterday when I got up to use the loo." Next, she walked out into the living room and pointed at a small framed photo sitting on the end table nearest the door. "My next clue was this." She held the photo so I could see it, but she didn't have to. It was a photo of me and Jesse the last time he had come to see me at the club. We were both in formal wear, and while his left arm was draped safely around my waist, his right hand was cupping my ass. You had to look closely to see that, but it was visible nonetheless. "That's rather an intimate pose for it to be your brother or whatever relative you'd care to name." She set the photo down, and gestured next to the blinking light on my answering machine. "I'd never be rude enough to play that, but I'd be willing to bet I know roughly what the message is about. There were two men at the Festival last night that you were clearly trying to avoid. One of them was him," she said, pointing back at the photo. "In the car, someone called. You ignored it, but checked the message while I was refueling. You really shouldn't have your cell on speaker phone if don't wish to be overheard, Lee Anne." With a disgusted sigh, she moved back to the bedroom and starting pulling her clothes from the overnight bag she had brought. My brain finally managed to kick into gear. My only excuse for my inaction so far was shock. This wasn't going at all like I had planned it. "Chrissie," I began, but she cut me off. "You don't have to say anything, Lee. You don't have to explain. You wanted a fling with another woman. You've probably been curious for a long time." She looked me in the eye, finally, and I could see the pain there. "Now you've satisfied that curiosity -- you itch is scratched. I'm a big girl, Lee. This isn't the first time this has happened to me, and it probably won't be the last with my proclivities being what they are." Once again, she flashed me that bitter smirk. "At least you were good. The best I've had in some time, as a matter of fact." Her voice betrayed her by cracking slightly. "It's not like that," I said softly. She was already mostly dressed, having started while she was talking. Now she was standing again, walking toward the bedroom door. I moved quickly, grabbing her hand and swinging her back around towards me. As soon as she was in reach I pulled her into a tight bear hug. She was momentarily frightened, because as I've said, a lifetime of running and exercise has made me quite strong. "Just hear me out," I said. "If, afterward, you still want to leave, I won't try to stop you." Not looking away from her eyes, I released her and backed off slightly. She was trembling. Still looking me in the eye, she backed away from me, going through the door back into the living room. I was impressed that she didn't bump into anything. Finally, her calves ran into the couch, and she sat. I took this as my cue. I sat next to her on the couch, but gave her some space. "I don't want to leave my boyfriend." Again her eyes swam with unshed tears, and she whimpered very softly. "I don't want to be without you either," I continued. "What I felt with you yesterday, and last night, it's been like nothing I've ever felt before. I don't want to lose that feeling. I don't want to lose you." She shook her head sadly. "I'm not going to be someone's B-girl, Lee. Not for you or anyone else, so if that's what you had in mind -- " "No!" I shouted, startling her again. "Chrissie, damn it, listen to me! I love you!" The words just poured out. I hadn't meant to say it, it just happened. Undaunted, I continued. "I want the three of us to be together, as equal partners. I want us to have a lasting relationship. I want you to meet Jesse, and I want you to be together as well." Taking a chance, I grabbed her hand. She didn't pull it away, and that encouraged me. "It's not just sex," I continued in a softer tone. "I don't need a fuck buddy. I could have all kinds of partners if I wanted. I need you to be...I don't know. I guess wife is the word. I need you to be my friend, lover, sister, and confidant, all of those." She was looking at me in frank amazement now. "I have never met anyone like you. Don't you know how special you are?" I was the one shaking now. "At the same time, I don't want to leave Jess. He is a good man -- you'd love him. He means so much to me, that I think I might die without him." That line might have sounded like a cliché to some, but I meant it with all my heart and Chrissie could tell. Following my instincts I moved to her side and hugged her. It was a gentle, intimate hug. I gently kissed her cheek, which I noted was slightly damp. I made sure she could push away if she wanted to. Either she was willing to try it or she wasn't. I had said all that was in me. "Why didn't you just tell me up front that you had a boyfriend?" she asked. There was no anger or resentment there. She wasn't accusing me of anything, but she had to know. Don't ask how I knew that. Both of us were naked to each other now, and I mean that in the spiritual rather than the physical sense. Her question deserved complete honesty. "When you and I were together in the dressing room, it was electric. It felt so good, but beyond the physical I wanted you. I wanted all of you, not just your body. I was afraid if I told you about him too soon or in the wrong way, you'd be hurt and leave." I sighed. "Please, even if you leave, find it in your heart to forgive me. I was stupid. I didn't know how to react. I handled things the wrong way." Now I was the one crying. "I didn't meant to hurt you, and I am so, so, sorry." She put her arms around me then, and hugged me gently. "Yes, you handled it wrong," she said softly, "But, if I were in your place and feeling what you felt, I might have done the same." She kissed my cheek gently. "I've been hurt badly in the past, and not just by Kara," she said, referring to her former lover by name for the first time. "It may be against my better judgment, but I'm going to see where this leads." She kissed me again, this time on the lips. I looked at her again, hope rising in my heart like a tidal wave. She smiled at me. "I guess I should mention that I haven't been with a man -- sexually speaking -- since high school. This poor young man of yours might be disappointed -- " I interrupted her with a passionate kiss, the strength of which surprised us both. When we finally came up for air, we each wiped the other's tears away. "You won't disappoint him or me. We won't fail -- at anything we do together," I said, my voice thick with emotion. Chrissie smiled at me, and this time it was a happy smile. "So, if I'm going to this club, you'll need to tell me where I can get a really great dress." *** After I directed Chrissie to my favorite formal wear shop, I rushed to get myself ready. I grabbed my favorite dress, and all the matching accessories, placed them carefully in my dress bag, and threw some clothes on. My house phone rang as I was moving for the door. "Hello?" I said picking up the handset. "LEE!" came Jesse's rich voice. "Baby, I've been trying to get you since yesterday! Why haven't you called me?" Just then I heard a car horn from in front of my apartment. Peeking out the window, I saw it was Erica, one of my band-mates, here to pick me up for the gig. "Jess, honey, I have to leave for the club. You're coming tonight since you don't have to work, right?" Put off balance by the subject change, he wasn't able to frame an answer. I couldn't help taking advantage of the situation. "Great!" I said, brightly, before he could speak. "I'll see you tonight. I love you, baby." I hung up and rushed out the door, pausing only to lock up. As soon as we got to the club, Erica parked the car in back, and we hurried to the dressing rooms backstage. As we were the only two females in the group, we had plenty of space. I hurriedly shucked my clothes and opened my dress bag. I heard Erica sigh softly as she caught sight of my nakedness. I've known -- the whole band has known, actually -- for years that Erica was a closet lesbian. She might think no one knows, (she doesn't exactly paper her walls with Melissa Etheridge posters) but we all do. She flirts with our male band-mates all the time, even offering to go home with them. They all love her too much to do that to her, though. I thought about telling her that we all know, and advising her to just be who she is, but I didn't do it. When she's finally ready to come out, I think she'll be shocked to learn we already knew. Moving quickly, I started to dress. For tonight, I had my absolute favorite dress. It's colored a deep, wine-red. The bodice is strapless, and clings to me in all the right places. The shape and cut flatters my firm little breasts, making them look about half a cup size bigger than they really are. The skirt clings to me around the hips, and drops straight to my ankles. The left side features a slit that comes all the way up to mid-thigh. Depending on how I move, I can show a little leg or a lot. I also had a pair of thong panties, an old-fashioned garter belt, and medium heels that matched the color perfectly. I had to be careful with the heels, because I don't wear them often and I have no wish to die young. The final touch was a pair of thigh-highs that are just a shade darker than my skin tone. I dressed quickly, and moved to the mirror for hair and makeup. My short hair needed just a little bit of mousse to get it in place. I did my lashes and lipstick, with a touch of eye shadow, and I was done. Jesse never likes me to wear a ton of makeup. He tells me my face shouldn't be hidden. Love that guy. As I checked myself in the mirror, my confidence level soared. I looked fantastic! The outfit was expensive but it was worth every penny: I had an ensemble that practically screamed "FUCK ME" and yet still managed to look beautiful and elegant. Erica had made herself up at home, and so was ready before me. We left the dressing room and hit the stage. The curtain was still down, and the band was tuning their instruments. The theme here at the club is ball room dancing, and the music they prefer is suited to that. My band does Big Band, Jazz, some light Blues, and of course, covers of old Sinatra tunes. I looked stage left and saw the tech nod. It was nearly time. Erica took her place at the baby grand piano, and I draped myself across it, waiting. As the curtain slowly started up, Brad (the band leader) gave our cue. The band started the intro to our first piece ("Fever," a sassy number that's a frequent request here), and I walked up to the mic as soon as the curtain was high enough. My walk was sexy with lots of hip and leg on display. That first song went quick. I watched the crowd dancing as I sang. We had a full house tonight, and they were really enjoying themselves. After that, I sang "The Way You Look Tonight," an old Frank Sinatra hit that usually gets everyone on the dance floor. Next, we did "Moonlight Becomes You." Finally, after two more dance tunes, our first set was over. The curtain went down after applause, and Brad waved us off after a quick reminder that our break was only 20 minutes -- "And take it easy at the bar!" he finished, with a stern look at someone in the rhythm section. I left the stage and headed for the bar, getting lots of attention on the way. I love this dress! After a minute of anxious searching, I found Chrissie. She was sitting at the far end of the bar, waving at me. I hurried to meet her, and stopped dead as soon as I got a good look. I hadn't been shopping with her, so this was the first time I saw what she got. Chrissie was absolutely stunning in a black satin dress with matching heels and gauntlets. The color and sheen of the fabric emphasized her fantastic skin while the neckline left her creamy shoulders and upper arms bare. Her deep cleavage was evident, but tastefully so. The bodice hugged her curves in all the right places, with a skirt that fell to just above her knees. Her stockings were nearly as dark as her dress. She could see the affect she had on me, and I knew that my outfit was doing the same thing to her. Conscious of my limited time, I waved her towards an empty booth near the bar. As she sat across from me, she smiled. "You look amazing!" she said. "So do you, baby," I replied. She smiled, blushing slightly. Just then, I saw Jesse approaching from behind her. "Hi, Jesse!" I said, smiling and standing to hug him. He looked great too, wearing an understated black tux. The jacket was double-breasted and tailless in the new style. It fit his strong frame perfectly. At 5'11 and 180 pounds (a lot of that muscle) he could wear most anything well. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and after a moment pushed back just far enough to kiss him deeply. When we separated I noticed that he was slightly flushed and I noticed the beginnings of a bulge in his trousers. "I'd like you to meet someone very special to me, baby," I said, turning back to the booth. Chrissie was already standing, a radiant smile on her face. "This is Christine. We met Friday night. I love her, and I think you will too." Jesse smiled back a little uncertainly at Chrissie, looking furtively at me from the corner of his eye. Chrissie stepped closer and took him in a gentle embrace, pressing her curves against him and kissing him lightly on the lips. Jesse was too startled to pull away, and Chrissie used the moment to deepen the kiss. Like most men would have, he responded almost automatically, his arms coming up to hold her, his mouth opening to her. Then, his brain caught up with his body and he very gently pushed back from Chrissie. "Uh, hi --" he began, but Chrissie, speaking to me, cut him off. "Wow, Lee, you were right about him!" she said. "He is so strong, and he kisses almost as well as you do!" Taking my cue, I regarded her with a playful expression. "Is that so? We'll have to test that theory," I replied. I moved closer to her, cupped her face tenderly in both hands, and kissed her passionately. She responded instantly to me, her arms wrapping around me. I could feel her pulse quickening. After a moment we parted, and Jesse wasn't the only man nearby who had to discreetly adjust the front of his tux. The expression on Jess's face was hysterically funny -- I wanted to snap a photo with my cell phone, but that might have ruined the moment. Instead, I left some money on the table to take care of our drinks, then took Jess and Chrissie by the hand. We moved toward the artfully concealed passage to the backstage area. Once there, I used my key and let the three of us into the ladies' dressing room. Jess still had that delightfully pole-axed expression on his face, but Chrissie looked hungry. Closing and locking the door, I turned around and unfastened Jess's trousers, and pulled them down along with his boxers. He stared back and forth at me and Chrissie, obviously unable to accept that this was happening to him. Chrissie laid a cushion from the arm chair on the floor to keep me from ruining my stockings as I slowly went to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Jesse moaned low in his throat, his eyes closing for a moment as I took his entire manhood in my mouth. He's what people call a "grower," not a "show-er." His cock is a good 9 inches when hard, but when it's soft it's...well, smaller. I love the first few moments of giving him head for that reason; when he is completely hard it's just too big for me to do that. But for the first few moments, I can suck his whole dick. For a second, I held him there and let him enjoy my warm, wet mouth. He quickly hardened, and that was my call to action. Keeping things slow, I pulled back sucking as I went. He moaned again, but it was muffled. Without releasing his cock I looked up, and saw that Chrissie hadn't been waiting on the sidelines. She was pressed firmly against his left side, kissing him deeply. Jesse had his left hand beneath her dress, cupping her gorgeous ass and squeezing it gently. Almost as one, both Jesse and Christine reached down toward me with their free hands. Jess slipped his hand into my dress and swept his fingers lightly over my nipples while Chrissie put her hand behind my head and caressed my neck. Jesse's hips were bucking in short motions, and I used my arms to steady myself. I pulled off of him and licked the underside of his cock, and then went for his balls, sensing Chrissie take his shaft in her hand as I did. I licked his sensitive sack while Chrissie pumped him with her hand. He was moaning into her mouth as they kissed, and I knew he wouldn't last a lot longer. His right hand slid back out of my dress and started stroking my hair. That was sort of like a signal between us, letting me know he was going to come very soon. Secret Lovers Ch. 02 I licked my way up from his balls, along the bottom of his shaft until I reached the tip, then I did something I've never even tried before now. I gently pushed Chrissy's hand out of the way, then I rammed my face down on his cock, my mouth open wide. His spongy mushroom head hit the back of my mouth and slid right down my throat. Jesse cried out, almost breaking his face-lock with Chrissie. A second later they both looked down to see me impale my face on his erection. Chrissie gave a soft moan, clearly amazed. Her free hand joined Jesse's on my head, both of them stroking my hair together. Tears were streaming down my face as I fought the urge to gag. Then, I heard Jesse gasp. I pulled back rapidly, just in time. His hot seed gushed into my mouth and I sucked eagerly. My tongue flicked against his glans as I sucked. I sucked him hard, making sure I had all he could give me, and then I pulled off of him and stood up. Making sure he and Chrissie were both watching, I opened my mouth just enough to let them see his cum, and then I swallowed it and licked my lips. I don't like the taste of cum that much, but I don't mind doing it for him. I know what it does to Jesse to see me swallow his load: it drives him wild. I wasn't prepared for Chrissie's identical reaction. It's hard to say which one of them latched onto me first, him or her. Both of them were kissing me hard, arms around me and each other. Jesse is one of those rare men who don't mind tasting their own cum, and so I wasn't surprised when his tongue joined Chrissie's in our three-way kiss. Speaking from an emotional standpoint, I can't tell you what that felt like. Let me just say it was really, really hot. I know all three of us wanted more, but we had to wait. Erica was knocking on the door. "Lee? Are you in there? The door is locked!" I grinned at my lovers. Jess pulled his pants back up, and then rushed into the small bathroom. Chrissie and I just straightened our dresses. I opened the door while Chrissie fixed her makeup at the mirror. Erica walked in then halted when she saw Chrissie. "I'm sorry," she said slowly, her eyes wide. "Am I interrupting something?" "Yes," I said honestly, "But that's okay. We were done for now." Erica's eyes got even wider when Jess stepped out of the bathroom. He had his tux looking perfect again, but his face had that look that men get. You know the one, I'm sure. It's that look that says, 'I just got a smoking hot blowjob,' or something similar. You would've had to use an air-hammer to get the smile off his face. My fellow musician aimed a shocked stare my way, then offered a weak smile. It was obvious that she could tell what had just happened in here, and it had turned her on. She probably wanted to get in the bathroom and finger herself; I could just barely smell the scent of her excitement. "Um, Lee, break's over in 3 minutes," she said thickly, and backed out of the room. "Lee," Jess started when Erica had left, "What is going on?" I moved to the mirror and wiped my face clean. Except for my lipstick, my minimal makeup needed no fixing. After I touched up my lipstick, I faced him again. "Jess my love, you should be able to figure that out easy enough." I slid my arm around Christine and held her close to me. "I am in love with you, and I have recently fallen in love with Chrissie. I intend for the three of us to be together." I reached out with my other hand and drew him closer to me and laid my head against his chest. "I want us to be equal partners, sharing each other and our lives. I want to be with you, but I cannot give up Chrissie. What we have together...it's electric. It's a connection that feels like..." I ran out of words. Chrissie was quiet, but I felt one of her arms wrap around me, the other stretch out uncertainly towards Jess. This was it, I thought to myself. I shouldn't have worried. Jesse's other arm reached for Chrissie, drawing her against us and finishing the circle. I could feel Chrissie trembling and both Jess and I held her tighter. Jesse held us for just a second then released us. "I love you, Lee," he said tenderly. Looking at Chrissie, he smiled. "Christine, it's obvious that LeeAnn loves you very much. Anyone that she loves, I will love also." His smile grew then. "I have no doubt at all that you and I will grow to love each other in our own right as well." Chrissie smiled back at him, and I could once again see the shimmer of unshed tears. These, though, were tears of joy. She looked at me, happy beyond the need for words. "Now darling, I think it's time for you to hit the stage." He was right! I made it with less than a minute to spare. Brad gave me an irritated glance, but said nothing. I took my place in front of the piano as Erica told me the next song. The curtain rose and I strode up to the mic again, less teasingly this time. We played "Stolen Moments," which is a faster tune popular among the more athletic dancers. Next was Cab Calloway's most famous hit, "Minnie the Moocher." (I love singing the scat lines on this song. The audience always tries to keep up with me, and to date they haven't made it yet.) Next came "It's Over," which is a real tear-jerker and never fails to sell a lot of drinks at the bar. Then came our final number of the second set. Called "Lover Lay Down," it was a modern piece but written in the old style. I wrote it myself. It's slow and steamy, and many couples would disappear for a few minutes after we played it (it shouldn't be tough for you to guess where they went and what they did.) I took the mic in my hands, holding it as I sang. I wrote this song to display my vocal talent as well as my songwriting ability, and I put my feelings into it tonight, caressing each note. My rich, throaty voice delivered the first verse and swept into the refrain: "Lover, Lay Down, Lover, Lay Down, The whole night awaits us, The sheets hot beneath us, Your touch gives me bliss, And in Passion we Drown," I caught Brad's attention as we got to the final verse. Following my lead, he slowed the tempo a little, allowing me to set the pace. As I sang the final verse, I looked for and found Jess and Chrissie. They were together on the dance floor, bodies close as they moved, both of them watching me as well as each other. Their eyes met mine for a moment and I knew then that this was going to work. The rest of the evening passed slowly. The band traditionally spends the second break together, so there was no time for fooling around. I didn't take it too hard, though, knowing what was going to happen when we left the club!