Football Widow

Trina watched quietly as her goddaughter exited the shop and headed off towards her car. Her arms were full of boxes and she had the blonde girl in tow. The old woman sipped her tea contemplatively. She had not expected to see Christa recover from her heartbreak so suddenly. It was quite a pleasant shock to see her back to her old self. The last time Trina had seen her she was drunk and so down the old woman feared she would try to harm herself. The young woman with her must be something quite special, but she was married and that was sure to cause her favorite more heartbreak. Trina rarely took a hand in any of her goddaughters' lives, but Christa was special. Her mother had been Trina's first lover and the old woman felt a special bond with the small butch.

Rita came in and interrupted her meditation. The short black woman with flaming red hair and more piercings than Trina cared to count ran the shop during the evenings when the clientele changed from respectable clients to strippers and prostitutes. Trina nodded to her and went out the back door and up the rusting black iron staircase that led to her second floor apartment. Inside she sat at the small dinette and took another sip of her tea. The apartment was neat and homey, with plenty of knick-knacks on display. A lifetime of careful planning and simple living was displayed there. Trina had seen Paris and London, traveled extensively on the continent and made a name for herself in the clothing industry long before she immigrated to America in the late seventies.

Here in America she had gotten out of the design end of the business with a small fortune when she sold her business. She still kept up with the latest in trends and fashion, but the small shop was all that she worried with now. That and her once yearly trip to France for the fashion show of her best friend in the industry were her only real contacts any more. She did, however maintain a finger on the pulse of the industry. Her clients here demanded the best and latest. Trina had a great deal of influence in the city because some of her clients were the wives and mistresses of very powerful men. These clients were hyper conscious of fashion and thus Trina stayed up on the latest trends.

She toyed with an idea for along time, not noticing as the sun sank and the gibbonous moon rose. With a sudden and purposeful movement she rose and exited the apartment. The old woman would be up now and Trina needed her advice.

Sue and Christa were both quiet as they left the city. Christa spoke finally as they crossed the GW.

"So what'd ya get?"

"None of your business!" Sue shot back. Her mind was already on what set to wear first and she was hoping that Trina knew Christa's tastes as well as she claimed she did. The old woman was right, just knowing that she owned all the sexy undies made her feel more sexy. She couldn't wait to try them all on again, but this time for an appreciative audience.

"Awww, come on, you know I can't wait to see you," Christa said.

"Well, you will just have to wait,"

"All right, want to go out to dinner tonight?"

"What time is it?" Sue asked. She suddenly remembered her net meting, but had no idea how much time she had spent in Trina's shop.

"Bout four-thirty," Christa said glancing at the men's wristwatch she wore.

"Shit, I have to be home by five!"

"Why?"

"I have a net meeting, they're going to kill me if I am not on," Sue said in a panic. The little car leapt forward, shooting past others as Christa tromped on the accelerator.

"Don't worry, I'll get you home," Christa said.

Sue turned and began digging through the bags in the back seat. She managed to find a silk top and blazer. While Christa navigated the heavy traffic Sue ripped off her top and struggled into the blouse. She got the blazer on and then grabbed one of Christa's cigarettes. Sue hadn't smoked in years, but the small woman was doing over 90 and Sue was nervous. The first puff had her coughing and her eyes watering. Christa smiled, but couldn't spare a glance at her passenger. The Palisades was packed and she was weaving in and out of traffic with only inches to spare. It wasn't that hard for her, she often drove like a maniac when she was down. Somehow the adrenalin rush always lifted her spirits.

"Skirt?" Christa asked, her eyes never leaving the road.

"Fuck it, I'll be sitting at the desk, no one will see," Sue said distractedly. She didn't even notice the grin that flashed across her lover's face.

As soon as the car stopped in the garage Sue jumped out and ran to the door. She fumbled with the keys before finally getting the door opened and ran to the living room, leaving the keys hanging in the door in her haste. Sue leaned over the desk chair and turned her machine on as Christ came up behind her. The short black woman's hands slipped around her waist and undid the fly of her jeans.

Despite her impatience Sue giggled and tried to grab Christa's hands. The smaller woman simply dug her fingers into Sue's ribs, causing the older woman to squeal and before Sue could react Christa tore her jeans, thermals and panties down to her ankles.

"What are you doing?" Sue asked as she started the net meeting program and pulled her chair out.

"Well, since you are going to tease me with all those sexy clothes, I figured I would tease you." Christa said. "Now step out of those things before you sit down."

Sue didn't have time to argue; she kicked out of the pile of clothes at her feet and took a seat. She connected at 5:00 on the button and adjusted her web cam so that it didn't show anything except her torso from her boobs up.

"Hello Sue," Harry's voice came over the speakers. Harry was an older man and head of the auditing department. He had always been kind to her and it was through his intersession that members of the department were allowed to telecommute. The big brass were still not sure that people who didn't come in were actually working.

"Hello," she said and smiled. Her eyes were however not on the screen but on Christa who was crawling under the table.

"Sue here found the problems, so I'll let her give you an overview," Harry was saying. Sue knew she was in real trouble when she felt Christa's hands gently try to pry her legs apart. Sue squeezed her legs tightly together and began to explain what she had found in her spot audit. Holding her thighs tightly together reminded her of the Ben-wa balls still lodged inside her and she had to really concentrate on what she was saying. She was just getting into the technical jargon when she felt a soft warm tongue on her knee. Sue breathed in deeply and exerted all of her willpower on giving the report to her virtual audience.

Christa was being no help at all, rather than trying to pry her legs apart the small butch began to sensuously lick Sue's knee. Sue stifled a gasp when Christa's small tongue touched the inner part of her knee and continued with her presentation, but Christa's slow licking of her knee moved farther to the inside of her knee and despite herself she felt her thighs begin to relax. Christa's soft hands stroked the outsides of her thighs while her warm tongue slowly swirled over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

The smaller woman worked slowly upward and Sue's thighs seemed to part involuntarily. By the time she finished her presentation of the basic facts Christa was teasing the soft skin where Sue's legs joined her torso. Despite her intentions Sue found her legs splayed widely apart, allowing her lover full access to her charms. Harry had begun a recap of what she had said and Sue took the opportunity to glance down at what was going on under the table. She instantly wished she hadn't and tightly shut her eyes to try and remove the image that seemed to be burned into her retinas.

Christa's face was only inches from her pussy and was framed by her splayed thighs. Her soft pubic curls were damp and the lips of her sex were puffy and swollen. Christa had her tongue out and was looking up into Sue's face with those mischievous brown eyes. A shiver of anticipation ran through her and her over active imagination could almost feel the soft caress of that tongue. Sue knew in seconds she would feel that warm tongue on her pussy for real and unconsciously bit her lip. Even then she barely stifled a moan when Christa lapped gently at her lips.

Sue's legs sprang shut on Christa's head like the jaws of a steel trap, but Christa didn't mind. It was too late now for her victim to do anything to stop her. She dragged her tongue slowly up Sue's lips, working first one then the other from bottom to top. The woman's flavor filled her mouth and Christa loved it. The little butch could hear the guy she assumed was Sue's boss talking, but her mind was focused on Sue. She wondered if the woman could keep her face straight and stifle her moans through an orgasm. Christa doubted it, part of what made Sue so exciting was how she went from prim and proper to uninhibited once she was excited enough. Christa loved this kind of sex, semi public, where discovery would be hugely embarrassing, but also was very unlikely. She wanted the added erotic tension, but didn't want to embarrass her new lover.

Sue's lips were red and angry, it was obvious that she was in a very heightened state of arousal and Christa decided to just go for it. She pressed her tongue between the slick lips and lapped gently at the area she thought contained Sue's clit. For all her experience with women Christa wasn't very good at giving oral sex. Lexi hadn't enjoyed getting it and the girls she had been with afterwards were of the kind where Christa didn't relish the idea of putting her mouth on their snatches. Christa also had found a wide variety in the way girls tasted and only a certain type appealed to her. Sue was just that type, very sweet with only a mild undertone of tangy and almost no salty flavor. She tasted clean and wholesome and was so wet Christa didn't have to worry about keeping her tongue from getting dry. Like almost everything else about her, Christa found Sue's pussy to be perfect.

Sue's hips began to buck and Christa reluctantly ceased her attentions and let the blonde woman recover just a little before she resumed licking. When Sue relaxed Christa gently introduced a finger into her tight passage and began to slowly work it in and out. As soon as her tongue returned to the soft folds Sue's body spasmed and her thighs clenched. Christa couldn't do much, but she didn't really need to. Her finger was pressed against one of the Ben-wa balls and with little freedom she could still push against it causing Sue to shiver. Christa let her finger slide out, but hooked it through the loop of string that was attached to the two steel balls. She then dusted Sue's clit with fast, feather strokes of her tongue and pulled on the string.

Sue's breath caught in her throat, she could feel the balls moving and Christa's tongue was about to set her on fire. She chewed furiously on the inside of her lip, but she knew it was no use. She was about to cum and there would be no keeping it quiet this time. She had managed it in the mall, but Christa's lips on her body just made it too intimate and intense. Her foot shot out and she desperately stomped on the red power button of the computer's power strip. Even as the screen went black a ragged moan escaped her lips. She felt the first ball stretching her entrance and her mouth formed a surprised "O". She groaned, the lingering sound turning into a moan of pleasure as her pussy contracted violently and she came. Her body undulated from her hips to her neck and she threw her head back. Waves of outrageous pleasure assaulted her and she arched her back even more, until only her ass and the back of her head were in contact with the chair. She was still leaning back in the chair when the second ball exited. Christa continued to lap at her pussy, but reached over and turned the power back on.

When Sue could breathe regularly again the machine had already booted back up and she started the netmeeting software. Christa crawled out from under the table and stood next to her. As the software began to connect Christa smiled and held up the gleaming Ben-wa balls. They were slick with Sue's juices and the blonde blushed prettily.

"Look at me baby," Christa whispered and as soon as Sue looked up Christa's hand caught her chin.

"Oh, I think your lip gloss is wearing off, pucker up for me," the little butch whispered. When Sue complied Christa took one of the balls in her hand and slowly ran it over Sue's lips, coating them in her juices. Christa smiled and kissed her forehead, then stepped away from the web cam as connection was established.

"Sue?" Harry's voice came over the speakers, "everything all right?"

"Yes," she replied in a dreamy voice. She was so embarrassed, knowing her co workers were looking at her with her lips coated in her own juices, her thighs spread wide and the scent of her arousal floating around her, but it was incredibly erotic to her.

"Lost power for a moment," she managed in a more normal voice. She licked her lips and tasted her own sweetness. The seat of her chair was soaked and it slowly became cold, clammy and uncomfortable as the meeting dragged on. Christa carried armfuls of boxes upstairs and smiled at her. Sue knew that the little woman would be visible to her co- workers in the background, but she felt it was simply better to ignore it than to try and adjust the camera to hide her lover.

Sue was surprised to find her pussy felt empty without the balls in. She wondered if that too was planned by her new lover. She had just cum, but now she wanted sex again. She wondered idly if Christa had just tapped into her latent sexuality or if the little woman was fueling this sudden need for sex. Either way it was damned nice.

"Well, it's agreed then. We will open a full audit on Monday, you guys who come to work by computer make sure you remember where the building is," Harry said and everyone laughed.

"Thanks Sue, we all appreciate your diligence here," he said. Everyone agreed and Sue smiled, wondering how they would feel if they knew she had been getting oral sex through much of the meeting and dreaming about sex with Christa through the rest of it.

"We'll work it like the last audit, everyone take a three day weekend. Get your heads clear and make sure you all download the preliminary report from Sue; it's on the main page. On Sunday I'll have Marge send out the team assignments, I don't want to hear any bitching either, we are too short handed to work the rotations the way we should. See you all Monday,"

Sue answered a few questions from various people and thanked Harry for the praise before she killed the computer and rose. She stretched like a cat and shivered slightly. Christa was sitting on the sofa watching television. Sue walked over and turned the thermostat up a notch before she sat next to her lover. The girl smiled and turned to face her.

"Wanna go out to dinner?" she asked.

"Sure,"

"Like Italian?"

"I love it,"

"Great, go get dressed," Christa said. Sue smiled at the hungry look on her face; somehow she knew that hunger couldn't be assuaged by food.

"Is this just a ploy to find out what's in those boxes?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"You know it," Christa said and smiled. Sue laughed and made her way upstairs. She entered the bedroom and locked the door. All of the boxes were lying on the bed and for just a moment the enormity of the choices overwhelmed her. She opened the door and called down the stairs.

"What should I wear?"

"It's a nice place," Christa's voice drifted back up the stairs.

Sue closed the door and went to her closet. She decided on a dark blue sheath dress with a sweetheart neckline. She hadn't worn this dress in three years. Sue had purchased it on a whim, back when she was still trying to spice up her love life. It was slit almost to her hip and the top was just this side of indecently tight. The dress also clung to her hips in a very provocative way. It was the sexiest dress she had ever owned and was made of raw silk, which made it the most sensuous outfit she had as well. She loved the way it clung to her and caresses her skin. She held the dress up and glanced in the mirror, for the first time in a long time she liked what she saw and smiled.

Sue tossed the dress on the bed and dug into her boxes, she was looking for a particular item. She found it after much searching and pulled it from the tissue paper. It was a powder blue merry widow with beautiful stitch-work to cover her breasts and long garters. It came with a g-string in the same color. Sue quickly stripped off her blazer, blouse and bra and put the merry widow on. From another box she selected black stockings and rolled them up her long legs. The garters were adjustable and in a short time she had them where she wanted them. She pulled the G-string up and glanced in the mirror. The powder blue looked wonderful against her pale skin and the stockings made her legs seem longer and sexier. She pulled the dress over her head and wiggled into it, noticing that the sheer silk left no doubt as to what she was wearing under it. Black heels and silver jewelry completed her outfit.

She carefully did her makeup and spritzed herself with her sexiest perfume. Sue smiled at her reflection. It had been quite sometime since she dressed to entice someone. It was not just to entice this time, she was hoping to have Christa ready to tear the dress off and fuck her silly, and in fact she knew she would be disappointed if it didn't happen. A thought struck her as she walked out the door of the bedroom. It was a fleeting thought, but one that would come back to haunt her many times over the next months. Sue wondered what it would be like to do this every day, to actually have someone appreciate the effort and want her. She felt like that would be the way it was if she was living with Christa and that frightened her almost as much as it excited her.

Trina sat quietly in the dingy little office. The man who sat across the scarred desk was fat, balding and sweating profusely. He was obviously nervous, but she suspected he was also dying for a drink. His name was Jones and he was an Ex-NYPD detective turned PI. He was also a drunk and the whole place stank of sweat, urine and cheap whiskey.

"Can you do it?" Trina asked.

"Yeah, ain't no man alive I can't follow," he bragged in a gravely baritone.

Trina was still unsure of this, but the mambo had suggested him. Trina wasn't all that sure having Sue's husband followed would yield any results, but the mambo had assured her it would. After reading the signs and doing an augury the old woman promised her that it would assure Christa of happiness. Trina trusted Mama Ju, the old woman had given her sound advice in the past. Trina didn't go in for love potions, spells, wards or hexes, but she had found the old woman was uncannily intelligent and insightful. On several occasions her advice had proven to be the difference in happiness and sorrow.

"How much?"

"Hundred dollars a day," the man said. His eyes were shifty and Trina was no fool. She could see he was as desperate for work as she was to see Christa happy.

"Too much. I'll give you one hundred today and a further five hundred if and when you have something of value,"

"Done," the man said holding out his sweaty palm. Trina paid him and left. Now all she could do was wait.

Christa pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car. She glanced over at Sue and saw her face.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just that this is my favorite restaurant," Sue said hesitantly.

"Mine too," the little butch said as she got out of the car. She went around and opened the door for Sue.

Sue hesitated for a moment. She was by no means a regular at Taliferro's, but she did know some of the staff fairly well. This was playing a dangerous game and she wasn't sure she was ready for the consequences, but when Christa extended her hand and Sue looked up at the small woman, her misgivings vanished like fog under the morning sun. Christa wore a tuxedo that had obviously been tailored to fit her. She was as sexy as anyone Sue had ever seen in one. The older woman felt her stomach lurch and she realized in a stunned way that if the little butch asked she would have sex with her right here in the parking lot. Christa was that hot and Sue was that horny. She couldn't explain her newfound libido, but she no longer tried to fight the urges. She was learning to love sex again.

When she got out of the car the slit in her skirt revealed her long stocking clad leg and Christa whistled. The small black woman offered her arm and Sue took it with a barely suppressed giggle. They walking arm and arm with her into the restaurant. A tall man in evening attire met them just inside the foyer.

"Good evening ladies," he said. He showed not the slightest bit of surprise at two women arriving arm in arm. His name was Jacques and Sue had always thought he was the very model of a proper Frenchman. Nothing seemed to ruffle him and no situation seemed to distress him in the least.

"Martin, table for two," Christa said. The man looked on the register, picked up two menus and led them back to a small booth. Christa held her hand as Sue was seated and then sat across from her. Her dark eyes sparkled in the candlelight and Sue felt her knees go weak. Those dark eyes held passion and hunger, but a love so tender and real that it made her heart sing.

The waitress arrived and Sue felt herself blush, it was the same young woman who had served her and Bernie the last time they came here. She was a tall girl with platinum blonde hair and kind blue eyes.

"Good evening Ms. Martin, welcome back," she said.

"Hey girl, how's it going?"

"Business is slow and tips are even worse, nothing has been the same since nine-eleven. They're cutting back our hours and if things don't pick up soon they're going to start passing out pink slips. Everyone is nervous, even Jacques. With this anti-French attitude that's going around he's walking on egg shells," she said. Her eyes moved from Christa to Sue and a knowing smile touched her lips.

"Good evening Mrs. Prescott, nice to have you back with us," she said. Something in the way she spoke let Sue know she surmised Christa was fucking her. Somehow it didn't bother Sue nearly as much as she felt it should have.

"Thank you," Sue managed. The girl smiled then took their drink orders and left. Once she returned Christa ordered for them both and then lifted her glass.

"Too us," she said.

"Too us," Sue replied and took a sip of her wine. Christa reached across the table and took her hand. It was a small gesture, but one that seemed entirely appropriate and extremely romantic to the older woman. Her dinner with Christa was everything her dinner with Bernie hadn't been. It was romantic, exciting and tender. Christa ordered for her, selected the wine and in general did all the things she expected of a date. They were playing footsy under the table long before the appetizers arrived and dinner was a lovely period of soft caresses and entertaining conversation.

Christa proved to be exceptionally well rounded and conversation flowed from Monet and Rubens to Bush and Chiraque. For the first time in a long time Sue found herself mentally stimulated and challenged. Christa's views were far more conservative than Dominique's had been, but there were areas where she was quite liberal. Time and again the small woman forced Sue to examine her own assumptions about life and the world. It was profoundly enlightening for someone who had slowly buried her intellect so as not to stand out among her husband and his friends. When the conversation turned to the gay lifestyle and many of the pertinent issues surrounding it Sue found herself listening more than talking.

"How do you feel about children?" Sue asked out of the blue.

"In general?"

"No, I mean for a gay couple,"

"I love kids. I don't think some of the women I know would be any worse at being a parent than a lot of the straights I know,"

"But I meant for you, would you want kids?"

"I'd have to find a wife first, I think kids need two parents," Christa said.

"I don't think you would have any trouble there," Sue said as she blushed.

"Maybe, maybe not, Why? Are you volunteering?" Christa asked with a smile.

"Maybe, maybe not," Sue replied.

"I'd like to have kids. My Bro donated some sperm to a sperm bank before he got killed in a gangland hit. Most girls I know would make shitty moms, so I haven't really thought about it," Christa said with a shrug. Her foot slipped up Sue's leg to her knee and the blonde bit her lower lip. The conversation moved on to other things, almost as if the subject had been dropped by mutual assent.

By the time dinner was done Sue wanted nothing more than to go home and make love. Christa's gentle compliments, stealthy caresses and hungry glances made her feel special, beautiful, sexy and loved. Her mind was active and she knew a god deal of her sexual energy at the moment was fueled by having to think on her feet throughout the evening's conversation.

As soon as they were in the car and moving Sue leaned over in her seat and gently brushed her lips along Christa's ear. The smaller woman's hand moved from the stick to gently squeeze Sue's knee then back to the stick as she negotiated the late evening traffic. Sue continued to nibble on her ear and neck, occasionally running her tongue over the soft skin.

"What's gotten into you?' Christa asked as a shiver ran through her.

"You just make me feel sexy," Sue whispered. Christa smiled.

"Well, sugar, wait till I get out of the city, you're making it hard to drive," Christa said. Sue contented herself with resting her head on Christa's shoulder and stroking her arm. Christa pulled off at the first scenic overlook. It offered a stunning view of the Hudson and of Yonkers just across the river. The trees were all stark and leafless, the river was filled with ice flows and snow was piled on the ground. There were two other cars, both pulled to secluded ends of the parking area. Once Christa stopped the car the windshield began to fog immediately.

Sue slipped her hand down to Christa's lap, expecting to cup her pussy and try to get her worked up. She let out a little squeal of delight when she felt the hard thickness of a dildo.

Christa smiled and eased her seat back as Sue's hands deftly undid the fly of her trousers. She was quietly amazed at how quickly the leggy blonde was becoming a nympho. Not that she was complaining in the least, she was ecstatic. Still, even with her eyes excited and her hands fishing inside the short woman's trousers, she was a lady. Something about her was just so innocent and lady like. Christa had to wonder if she had even dated as a teenager.

The dildo was a jelly type, one that was very flexible and not a pain to wear under her pants. It was dark green and not overly large, but it was still pretty stout. Sue's hand wrapped around it and she began to slowly stroke it as she pressed her lips to Christa's. Christa waited a moment, but Sue's lips only grazed hers. When she thrust her tongue out the blonde's sweet lips parted and they began a long soul kiss. When the kiss broke Sue giggled self-consciously and sat back in her seat.

"What's the matter?" Christa asked.

"Nothing, I just.I mean.well, can't we just go home?" Sue asked blushing prettily.

"Don't tell me you never made it with anyone in a parked car?" Christa said incredulously.

"Well, no. I never have," Sue said and looked down at the floorboard. Christa wondered how anyone could be so fucking sexy and so incredibly cute at the same time. This woman simply drove her mad.

"Well, its time you learned then baby,"

"Are you sure? Is it safe?"

"No, it isn't safe at all, anyone could pull up and see us, that's half the fun of making out in a parked car," Christa said and smiled.

"I don't know," Sue said blushing again. Christa smiled and grasped the base of the dildo.

"Don't be shy sugar, let go and live a little," she said.

"What do I do?" she asked.

"Just hike your dress up and climb on,"

Sue looked furtively out the windows of the small car and hesitated, but Christa smiled encouragingly and the older woman seemed to gather her courage. She rose to her knees and pulled the blue dress up, exposing her stocking tops, garters and the G-string. When she was holding the dress above her waist she hesitated.

"What about my panties?"

"Just pull them to one side babe," Christa said. Her voice sounded husky in her ears and she could smell both her and Sue's arousal. Sue nodded and climbed across the small console and stick shift. She then put her knees on the seat, straddling Christa's lap. Christa pushed the cock along Sue's wet lips until it pushed a little into her hot entrance. The blonde was so tall she was actually hunched over, with her head in the back seat. Christa smiled when she heard the contented sigh Sue let out as her hips settled onto the thick dildo. Her tits were right in the smaller woman's face, but Christa resisted the temptation to try and get her dress off her shoulders, instead she let her hands roam to Sue's soft ass and began to knead the fleshy half moons as Sue began to rock in her lap.

Christa smiled to herself and let her boss's wife fuck herself silly. There wasn't enough clearance for Sue to actually ride, the most she could do was undulate her hips in Christa's lap. With the seat fully back Sue's pretty head still was pressed against the car's roof. Her eyes were closed and her face was set as she rocked back and forth in Christa's lap. Gradually her movements became faster and more powerful. Christa just relaxed and watched, only occasionally squeezing Sue's firm ass. She wanted Sue to enjoy herself and in this situation she didn't mind being the passive partner during sex. Sue's features slowly began to relax as her excitement heightened.

There was one thing Christa did want to try and now seemed as good a time as any. She pulled Sue's firm cheeks wide and pressed her finger against the older woman's rear entrance. Sue let out a little squeaking noise, but didn't stop what she was doing. Christa contented herself with just massaging Sue's rosebud, she planned on taking Sue from behind, but that could wait. If the blonde was as inexperienced as Christa surmised, she might even take her anal cherry. That was something that Christa really hoped to do before the weekend was out.

Sue was moaning and really working her hips when the lights of a car illuminated her. Christa really enjoyed the glimpse of her lover in the headlights before the car moved and the illumination shifted away from her lover. The car was a red Corvette and it pulled in next to them, but Sue didn't stop. She glanced out the window to see a couple watching her. They were both young, a Hispanic guy and a girl with long black hair. They were both smiling as they watched her and Sue felt she should be embarrassed, but the audience only heightened her pleasure. She was too close to stop now anyway. The muscles in her pussy were clenching and unclenching, trying to hold the cock still as her hips slid forward and back. The harness and Christa's barely opened trousers rubbed against her mound with each motion and Sue barked sharply as her orgasm hit her. She rode the waves of pleasure, totally absorbed in what she was doing. When she came down and gathered her thoughts she blushed and glanced back out the window.

In the other car the driver was leaned way back and Sue saw the girl's head bobbing up and down in his lap. It occurred to her that this overlook was probably one of the local make out spots. Back home the local spot had been a parking lot by the municipal lake called cherry point. Bernie had never taken her there and she felt a pang of remorse. Not for Bernie, but for herself, that she had missed that opportunity as a teenager.

She crawled off Christa and into the passenger seat pulling her dress down as she did so. The little butch sat back up and shoved her cock back into her trousers. She started the car and let the defroster clear the windows. Christa noticed that Sue was still watching the couple in the car next to them. She smiled, thinking how nice it would be to have someone watching Sue's blonde head bobbing in her lap as the sexy woman gave her a blowjob. Maybe next time, she thought as she started the engine.

The drive home was quiet and dark. Sue felt relaxed, full, satiated and just plain old sleepy. She rested her head on Christa's shoulder fell asleep before they even reached the New York state line. In her dreams she was the girl in the car next to them, giving Christa head. Somehow it just seemed right.

Christa woke her with a kiss and Sue was surprised to find they were home. The little woman barely let her in the door before stripping the dress from her body and staring at Sue in her lingerie. Sue's libido finally seemed to be put to rest and somehow Christa seemed to know that. They curled up on the sofa, cuddled and watched an old movie before retiring to the bedroom.

Sue fell asleep in Christa's arms almost instantly and slept the sleep of the dead.

Christa awoke suddenly, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. The room was dark and unfamiliar. For a moment she panicked, no longer able to differentiate between reality and the ghosts of her dream. She felt a warm soft body snuggle up against her and with it came a flood of relief and memories of where she was.

Christa sat up and slipped out of the bed. Moving slowly and quietly, so as not to wake Sue, she struggled into her jeans, a shirt, her heavy leather jacket and boots. She walked carefully down the stairs and let herself out onto the back porch. It was freezing out, but the crisp wind and cold seemed to snap her out of the half dream that still filled her head. Christa lit a cigarette and sat in a patio chair. She let the warm smoke fill her lungs and relax her.

The dream always left her like this, disoriented and tense. For three years now it had been the bane of her nights and it never changed. She walked through a world where she was queen and anything was hers with just a word. She had but to reach out and take it and she could have anything, anyone. It seemed perfect until she actually reached for something, as soon as her fingers brushed it, no matter who or what it was it turned to ashes. The dream always ended the same, with Lexi running into the throne room and throwing herself into Christa's arms even as the small black woman tried to dodge out of her way. She was never fast enough.

Tonight it had been different, tonight it was Sue who ran into the ornate room and as always Christa had not been quite fast enough to escape touching her. Christa sighed heavily and exhaled. She crushed out her cigarette and returned to the warm bed and Sue's soft body.

"Hello?"

"Hey hun, sorry to call so early, but we're heading out and will be gone all day," Bernie's voice sounded thick over the phone and even after being roused from a deep sleep Sue could tell he was drunk.

"All right, have fun," Sue said.

"We will," he replied and hung up before she could ask where they were going. Sue snuggled back into Christa's warm embrace and tired to go back to sleep, but she couldn't.

After a while Sue gently disengaged herself from Christa's arms and got out of bed. She pulled her robe on over her sexy lingerie and padded down to the kitchen where she started coffee and began cooking breakfast. Sue was just finishing the eggs when Christa came into the kitchen and swatted her behind.

"Morning," the little butch said as she stretched. She wore only black silk boxers and white T-shirt. Bernie often wore the exact same thing around the house, but on Christa it was sexy where on Bernie it was anything but.

"Good morning," Sue said with a smile.

Christa sat at the table and Sue served her breakfast and then sat with her own plate. They didn't say anything, just quietly ate. It wasn't awkward at all in fact it was just very comfortable. Almost too comfortable for Sue. She realized she could really get used to this.

"What do you have planned for today?" Christa asked as she finished her second cup of coffee.

"No plans," Sue said, smiling softly as she gathered up the plates and took them to the sink. Christa came up behind her and slipped her arms around Sue's waist.

"How bout we spend the day at the Met? And maybe dinner and a club or two afterwards?"

"Sounds like fun," Sue replied as she started to run some water in the sink, but Christa stopped her.

"Go get dressed, I'll take care of the dishes," the little woman said. Sue happily left the chore to Christa and went upstairs. She took a long hot shower, just enjoying the hot spray. She shaved her pits, legs and even her bikini area before she shut off the water and spent some time selecting her clothes. The radio was calling for more snow and temperatures that would fall well below zero sometime after midday. Sue chose a red satin bra and panty set with matching garterbelt and black stockings. She selected her white "winter" dress as she called it. It was a simple dress that had long sleeves and fell to her ankle. It was made of a heavy brocade material with a satin inner lining. The dress had been purchased for the renaissance fair that she, Bernie and the kids attended every year, but Sue had discovered it was very warm and now wore it on blustery days when she had to go out and jeans just wouldn't do for the occasion. White ankle boots with a moderate heel and wool knit hat completed her outfit.

Christa wore black jeans and her biker boots with a black Raiders sweatshirt and her leather jacket. When they went out to the garage Sue waited by the door of the Miata for Christa to open it for her. The little butch smiled as she opened the door. It hadn't taken long for Sue to give up any pretense of trying to take her van. Christa liked the way in which Sue meekly deferred to her in most every situation. As she drove down to the city she and Sue chatted about all sorts of things, but Christa's mind kept going back to her bed and the restraints. She was beginning to get the feeling that Sue would not only acquiesce to them, but might actually find herself enjoying that aspect of herself, if Christa could bring it out in her.

They made an odd pair at the museum, Sue thought. The tall blonde in her pretty dress and stylish little boots with the short black woman in her leather jacket and jeans. When she mentioned the contrast Christa just smiled and nodded. Christa amazed Sue with her knowledge of art, especially with her seemingly limitless knowledge of some of the painters. Sue was really enjoying herself and the day passed far too quickly. On rare occasions she had managed to drag Bernie with her to the Met, but he was always bored, just there for her benefit. Christa seemed to really love the place as much as Sue did. They left at closing time and stopped in at a diner for dinner.

"Where did you learn so much about painting?" Sue asked after their food came.

"I took some courses at the New School. I was going to be a painter once upon a time," Christa said with a shrug.

"Why didn't you?"

"I've gone hungry enough in this life time,"

"Do you still paint?"

"Not since my last relationship ended,"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories," Sue said. Christa looked at her with an unreadable expression then slowly spoke.

"They're not all bad memories. At first everything was great. I was stupid in love. She wasn't really pretty, not like you anyway. She was just kinda cute, but she was the best looking girl who ever paid me any mind. Trina despised her and my best friend Bethany hated her guts. They both said she was nothing but a gold digging little cunt, who was using me. Looking back they were right, but at the time their resistance just made me more stubborn. I swore that it was love and it was going to work and for a while it did. I didn't see it falling apart. I was just blind in love. One day I went to work and came home to an empty house. No note, no explanation, no nothing. Just all of the stuff I bought for her gone, my credit cards maxed out, a mortgage on a house I had signed for because she wanted it and the note on the car I gave her for her birthday. I pined for a while and then I had to get up and live or go into a shell and die. I chose to live, got a better paying job, paid off my bills, and started over. Now I have a house, car and anything I want. I make good money and have caught back up with old friends. I just have a couple more things to work out and it will all be good,"

"I'm glad you are back on track," Sue said quietly. Christa laughed then, breaking the suddenly somber mood.

"Things seem to be going my way for a change," she commented and their conversation turned back to art. Christa told her some more of her history and talked of her love of painting. Sue read a lot between the lines and came to believe the small woman still loved to paint, but no longer did so because of the painful memories. When the conversation tapered off Sue decided to take a chance.

"Do you still have your paints?"

"Nah, I tossed all that stuff,"

"Would you paint me?" Sue asked. Christa looked at her critically and cocked her head to one side. She was silent for so long Sue feared she had offended.

"You would be hard to paint Sue. You're too beautiful, it would take someone really talented to capture that. I don't think I am up to it,"

"What if I do?"

"What if you do what?"

"Think you're talented enough," she replied. Christa laughed. Sue was happy to see it wasn't derisive laughter or self-mocking.

"We artists are pretty eccentric. Would you be willing to pose nude?" Christa laughed. It was obvious she was trying to make light of it, but Sue wouldn't let it go.

"I would for you," she said as she blushed.

"You're serious?" Christa asked. All trace of humor was gone and she seemed very serious all of a sudden.

"Very serious,"

"Well, if I ever get some paints and we have the time, I'll think about it, how's that?"

"Perfect," sue said smiling. The subject was dropped and they finished their dinner in a strange silence. Sue felt she had surprised her smaller lover and she felt good. She was sure it was a good surprise, although she would have been hard pressed to explain just how she knew if someone would have asked. When they finished dinner and were back in the car Christa turned to her.

"Feel like hitting some clubs? Or do you want to go home?"

"I haven't been out to a club since my friend Amy's bachlorette party, years ago,"

"Didja have fun?"

"Oh yes, it was great fun, but I was a lot younger then,"

"So do you want to? Or don't you?"

"Well, yes, I suppose I do," Sue said.

Christa slid the car into an empty space on the street across from a large building. Sue was a little apprehensive, they were somewhere in the warehouse district and she was completely lost. The building was dark, but a large neon sign proclaimed The Golden Triangle in garish yellow superimposed on a triangle that seemed vaguely familiar. As they crossed the street and entered a dark foyer Sue unconsciously moved closer to Christa. Inside the main doors was a lobby of sorts with a large woman in a leather jacket sitting behind a makeshift counter. The walls were covered in posters of various bands and signed photos of famous and semi-famous people.

The bouncer was platinum blonde and wore her hair is a severe bob, with several piercings including her eyebrow and nose. Under the jacket she wore no shirt and a large expanse of her chest was readily visible, including the golden hoop through her left nipple.

"Ten dollah cover, two drink minimum," she said in a bored southern drawl.

"Damn Kay, don't even say hi," Christa said.

"Christ, I hain't seen you in coon's age girl," the blonde said as she grinned and extended her hand. Christa shook the woman's hand and laughed.

"Beth around?" Christa asked.

"Yeah, probably in the back, you know the way," the woman said.

"Take it easy," Christa said as she guided Sue into the club's interior, the cover charge seemingly forgotten.

The inside of the club was huge with more than half of it taken up by a dance floor. On a tall dais several banks of speakers were clustered around mixing equipment and decks forming an open DJ booth. Four suspended cages hung at each corner of the floor with ladders that led up to them. Banks of lights cast multicolor beams on the floor. Booths lined the walls and in the back there were tables and chairs. There were two massive bars, one along the back wall and one along the sidewall in the front.

In the front part of the club there were pool tables and a few video games. Several women played pool or sat around watching those playing. The dance floor was empty and there were relatively few people sitting in the back. At the moment there was no DJ and the music was top forty stuff. Christa took Sue's arm and guided her towards a door near the back that was marked Private. As they neared the door it opened and a statuesque blonde wearing a long gown made of black satin came out. She stopped and stared at them as they approached, her blue eyes locked onto Sue and gave her a slow once over.

"I didn't expect to see you this weekend," the woman said. Her words were addressed to Christa, but her eyes were still drinking in Sue's loveliness.

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect to be out. Sue, this is Bethany, you can call her Beth. Beth, this is Sue,"

"So pleased to finally meet you, my dear," Bethany said.

"Pleased to meet you," Sue said. She was a little confused and the woman's undisguised admiration made her feel very self-conscious. Beth was breathtakingly beautiful and seemed to have the same ability to make her feel nervous as Christa did on occasion. It was something in the demeanor, some kind of powerful self-confidence that put her out of sorts.

"Beth owns the place," Christa said when the silence became awkward.

"It's very nice, I love the name," Sue said, almost too quickly. Beth seemed to be amused by her discomfort, but smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you, when I opened it was appropriate, but I shave now. Still, it beats the bald pussy doesn't it?" she said with a smile. Sue blushed crimson as she suddenly realized the triangle on the clubs logo looked just like a woman's pubic triangle. Christa chuckled then moved a little closer to Sue. Before she could say anything a table was overturned and all three turned to see two women in a fistfight. A tall brunette was mercilessly beating small oriental girl.

Sue had seen a few of the "cat fight" variety fights in her life. Hair pulling, scratching, maybe a little biting, but she had never seen anything like this. The taller woman was screaming, cursing and beating the smaller girl bloody. With a vicious motion she ripped the smaller girl's top open, exposing small firm breasts in a lacy green bra. There was a circle of women around them, urging them on. Sue was a little upset to hear bets being made on who would win.

The small girl only hit back weakly and soon curled up on the floor. The taller girl stood and aimed a kick at her head, but two large women Sue assumed were bouncers because they wore black satin jackets with the club's logo on back, grabbed the tall girl and dragged her, still screaming from the club. Another big woman in a black jacket with the club's logo on back looked questioningly at Beth.

"Her too," Beth said. The big woman dragged the smaller girl to her feet and was trying to push her to the door.

"You can't throw her out like that," Sue said. The whole place got quiet and everyone was suddenly staring at her. She felt very uncomfortable, but refused to back down, it was freezing out and the poor girl was obviously injured. Beth nodded towards the back room almost imperceptibly and the bouncer steered the reeling girl that way. Sue followed them into a nicely appointed inner office. The bouncer half carried and half dragged the girl to a leather sofa and allowed her to collapse on it. Sue knelt and examined her face.

"Can someone get me some hot water and a washcloth?" she asked. Beth nodded to the bouncer again. Sue noticed that Christa was leaning on a big desk with a satisfied little smile, but she didn't have time to wonder about it. She used a tissue from her purse to try and staunch the bleeding from a cut over the girl's right eye. When the bouncer returned Sue used the warm water and bar towel to clean the girl up as best she could. The girl winced several times, but her soft brown eyes showed appreciation for the care. When Sue was done the girl sat up and tried to pull her ruined top together.

"You know the rules, Emilitta," Beth said in a not unkind vice.

"Opo, I shall not return, but I did not go after her woman," the small woman said.

"Of course you didn't," Beth said.

"Thank you," the girl said and hugged Sue. Her small breasts pressed into Sue's and she found herself enjoying the sensation. The girl rose and exited.

"Is she really not allowed to come back?" Sue asked after she was gone. Bethany chuckled.

"Emilitta is a regular my dear, as is her attacker. We have very strict rules here about fighting, doing drugs or causing a scene. The rules are strict, but banishment for life isn't among the punishments. I'm tough, but not that draconian, at least not yet. She simply meant she wouldn't try to come back tonight, which is against the rules if you are evicted for any reason. This club is frequented by a large number of women who do not wish their lifestyle to become a matter of public record, thus we do everything possible to ensure the police are never called here. Now, you obviously need to wash up, there's a private bathroom through the door behind my desk," Beth said and pointed towards a door. Sue nodded went to wash the blood from her hands. As soon as she was out of earshot Beth turned on Christa.

"No wonder you didn't tell me what she looked like, where on earth did you find such hot piece of ass? And a real sweetie too,"

"Ain't she?"

"Sweet enough to care for someone she doesn't even know, strong enough to voice her concern, gentle enough to help and yet.Sexy enough to have me wondering what she's like in the sack," Bethany said. She smiled like a Cheshire cat when anger flashed across her friend's features.

"I bet those long legs would feel nice wrapped around my waist," she continued, watching her best friend get madder. Bethany wasn't just picking at Christa for fun; she was trying to get a feel for just how deeply her friend had fallen. She had watched Christa self-destruct after Lexi left her and much like Trina, she had agonized over what to do or if she should do anything at all. Unlike Trina, Bethany had seen it close up and on a nearly daily basis. The way Christa was reacting now confirmed her worst fears. It was obvious to her that her little friend was head over heels for the pretty blonde.

"Is she as good a fuck as she looks?"

"Lay off, Beth,"

"Oooh, a little touchy aren't we?"

"Fuck off," Christa said, but smiled despite herself. Beth laughed and hugged her friend.

"So how is your plan working?"

"I don't know. Sometimes it feels like she's already mine and other times I feel like I'll never have her. She's so fucking difficult to read sometimes,"

"Different world girl,"

"What?"

"She comes from a different world. This ain't one of those hos you been picking up. She isn't going to just throw her life away and follow you cause you're good in the sack. You ain't asking her to leave a roach infested apartment to come live with you in a nice house, you are asking her to give up safety, security and a lot more,"

"So you're saying I got no chance?"

"No! Why you always taking the low road with everything I say? I'm your friend damnit. You got plenty to offer, maybe even enough for a classy woman like she seems to be, but you're gonna have to offer more than just a roll in the hay and a clean place to sleep. You're gonna have to open up and let her see all you got inside and I don't know that you're willing to do that yet,"

"Beth, I want her,"

"Want in one hand and shit in the other, see which gets full first. This ain't about what you want girlfriend, it's about what you're willing to give. It don't take nothing to want, it takes a hell of a lot to give. For over a year now I been telling you to watch yourself and not to wear your heart on your sleeve. You never listen and you let these bitches get to you. Now, I want to tell you to go for it, but I'm afraid of telling you anything, cause you're so damned stubborn you just do the exact opposite of what I say to be contrary,"

"I came here tonight so you could meet her," Christa said quietly.

"You think I don't know that? She looks about as comfortable in here as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Hell, I bet she hasn't ever been to a gay club in her sheltered little life. But she's here, with you and that shows me she trusts you. You had it right on the phone, she's a real lady. Either your taste is improving or you're finally getting out of the funk you've been in,"

"So what should I do?"

"Be yourself. If Christa Martin isn't good enough for her then she's not worth worrying about," Bethany said earnestly.

"I need help Beth, not cliches. Your bring home "good girls" all the time, what should I do?"

"Keep on doing what you're doing, be her friend, show her a good time, treat her like she's special, fuck her brains out and then hold her while she falls asleep. Just don't get too caught up in the sex. I know it was your only in with her at first and you want to keep her wanting it, but sex is only a small part of a real relationship and you want her for more than just a fuck here and there don't you?"

"Yeah, I want her for my wife. I want her in my home and in my bed. I want to spend the rest of my life with her,"

"You surprise me sometimes girlfriend. I think you really mean that and I am happy to see you are ready to quit being a player, I just wish you had found someone who wasn't already attached,"

"Now you sound like Trina," Christa said and laughed. Before Beth could reply Sue came out of the bathroom and joined them. She stood close to Christa and was very demure. Bethany actually found herself envying Christa, there was something about this woman that was incredibly sexy, but not in the in-your-face way she was used to from most of the femmes who frequented her place. Sue was distant, wistful, totally unpretentious and vulnerable. The combination made her extremely desirable.

"Well, I hope you both enjoy yourselves tonight. I'll drop in on you later, right now I need to make the rounds," Beth said. They followed her out into the club, which was quickly filling up. There were women dancing on the floor now and most of the tables were taken. Christa led Sue to one of the booths with a reserved card sitting on the table. Christa tossed the card and helped Sue sit before sliding in across from her.

Christa watched Sue while she glanced from place to place, taking in all the sights the club had to offer. There were a lot of women on the floor bumping and grinding or showing off their moves. Sue seemed to be captivated by the scene on the floor and her eyes returned there again and again. Christa was about to suggest they dance when Sue's attention seemed to shift to the tables near the back. She turned suddenly and slumped in the seat of the booth.

"What is it?" Christa asked. She looked at the tables, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

"That woman in the red dress. It's Denise Crawford. She works with me!"

"So?"

"I can't let her see me here!" Sue said in a panic.

"Shhhh, relax baby. If she's here then she's gay too, what's the big deal?" Christ said reassuringly.

"But..."

"No buts, you gotta understand something Sue, this place is closet dyke heaven. You may see a lot of people you recognize and I don't mean people you know. That cute weathergirl from channel 16 is in here all the time. Councilwoman Ferrerra, Donna Chintele from the commercials, professors from Columbia, CEOs, doctors, lawyers, even politicians. Beth pays a small fortune to keep this place off the radar screen. The police never raid her and Kay out front used to work for the Times. She knows every media personality in the city and no reporter ever gets in here without Beth's personal approval. You just gotta relax baby,"

Sue nodded, but remained dubious. She was watching Christa when the small girl smiled.

"Don't look now, but your friend is coming over with her girl,"

Sue only had a moment to compose herself when she heard a voice behind her.

"Sue?"

"Hello Denise," she managed to say. Denise was one of the auditors in Sue's group. She was a thin woman and ten years older than Sue. Her once raven hair was now streaked with silver and a few crow's feet had gathered around her deep hazel eyes. They had always enjoyed a good working relationship, each impressed with the other's skill, but had never been friends. There wasn't any animosity between them; they simply had never been around each other enough to strike up a friendship as they both telecommuted.

"I thought it was you, but I kept trying to convince myself I was going crazy. You know Wilma of course, she was sure it was you,"

Wilma Teague was a cute girl of nineteen. She was compactly built, with a lithe body, brown hair and flashing green eyes. Her father was one of the larger stockholders and had secured her an internship in the auditing department while she was attending classes at Columbia. She was cute, vivacious and totally unsuited to be an auditor. Her mind was sharp, but her attention span was too short and she didn't possess the patience or attention to detail that the job demanded. Despite her shortcomings she was the most popular girl in the department, especially with the men and Sue was even more shocked to see her here than Denise. Christa stood up and slid into the seat next to Sue.

"Won't you join us?" she said. Sue blushed when she realized she hadn't introduced Christa.

"Wilma, Denise, this Christa. Christa, these are two of my co workers, Wilma Teague and Denise Crawford,"

"Charmed," Christa said as the pair sat across from them. Denise seemed almost as ill at ease as Sue felt, but Wilma seemed totally relaxed. Denise hesitated a moment then began to speak.

"So, I had some questions about the irregularities in marketing..."

Sue tried to listen and answer Denise's questions, but the entire thing was so surreal to her that she had trouble keeping her mind on the conversation. Before the discussion could become too involved Wilma leaned over and grabbed Denise's head. She kissed the older woman passionately. When the kiss broke Denise was blushing.

"Can't we save this shit for Monday? I'm sure Christa doesn't care and I don't either. Sue? Do you care? I didn't think so, save work for the workday, we're here to have fun,"

"All right," Denise murmured. Despite being older it was pretty obvious who was in charge in their relationship.

"Good, no more shop talk. Sue, you gonna enter the cage dancing competition?"

"Competition?"

"Yeah, every Friday night. They have cool prizes for the winners, as if showing off your groove thang to a club full of hot butches isn't prize enough," Wilma said laughing.

"I don't think so," Sue said.

"Aww, come on, it'll be fun. We can do it together, when there are two girls together they almost always win,"

"No need to decide now, it doesn't begin for a couple of hours," Christa said, coming to Sue's rescue. Sue smiled at Christa who winked at her and took her hand under the table.

"Yeah, anyone want something to drink?" Wilma said as she rose.

"I could use a Heinie," Christa said.

"Wine for me," Denise said. Sue was still feeling very nervous and Wilma turned before she could answer.

"I hope you will pardon her, she's a wild child, but that's part of the reason I love her so," Denise said apologetically.

"That's all right, Sue can get a little wild sometimes too," Christa said and grinned when Sue blushed. Christa squeezed her hand and Sue felt herself get all tingly. No matter what, the little woman made her feel sexy and it was a nice feeling. Denise rambled on about how she and Wilma had started dating. She seemed to be talking just to fill the space and was obviously as uncomfortable as Sue. Wilma returned and placed drinks in front of everyone. The one she gave Sue was a frothy pink drink in a hurricane glass. Sue sipped it tentatively and found it tasted like fruit punch with no alcohol taste at all.

Sue continued to gawk like a tourist downtown. There were so many things she found fascinating. Her eyes were drawn again and again to the dance floor. The variety of women and the different ways they were acting and dancing was fascinating. The first one to really attract her notice was a tall black woman in biker leathers and boots. She was dancing with a pretty oriental girl in a red Dior dress. Nearby a Goth girl was dancing with a short woman in denim jeans and jacket. Women in corporate attire rubbed elbows with girls who were just one step away from public indecency. Tall and short, thin and fat, black and white, Asians, Indians, teenagers, matrons, every size, shape, type and walk of life seemed to be represented. A live DJ was now spinning the songs. She was short and plump with a red Mohawk and way too much makeup. Sue realized the place also had a fog machine when the Dj sent white smoke coursing across the dance floor. The dancers became ethereal then, almost like something out of a dream. Just vague outlines undulating to the wild music.

She was nearing the bottom of her glass and feeling a little light headed when Wilma got up to get another round. Christa and Denise were talking like old friends, discussing the place and the changes they had seen over the years. Sue finished up her drink as Wilma put another before her and joined in the conversation as it turned to recent events. She was feeling better, less anxious and more comfortable in her surroundings now. The conversation was light and moved from topic to topic with little direction. Sue was impressed with the way Christa seemed able to keep up and seem at home with Denise and Wilma. She had a feeling she wouldn't do half as well if they were sitting at a table with Christa's friends.

Wilma left the table again and Sue assumed she was going to get another round of drinks. When she returned empty handed and smiling the tall blonde suddenly felt nervous.

"Well, I signed us up," she said grinning.

"No way," Sue said instantly.

"Oh, come on Sue, you're so fucking hot, there's no way we can loose," Wilma pleaded.

"Absolutely not,"

"Christa, make her do it, you know half the women here would give their right arms to see her up in the cage!" Wilma pleaded.

"I can't make her do anything, it's totally up to her," Christa replied.

"Please Sue, I want to win, just once, please?"

"What's the prize tonight?" Christa asked.

"Jackets like the bouncer's wear," Wilma replied enthusiastically.

"Really? Beth isn't skimping on the prizes then. Always wanted one of those jackets," Christa said mildly.

"Indeed I'm not skimping, those jackets are more than three hundred dollars each," Beth's voice said. Everyone turned to face her.

"You should sell them, you'd make a fortune," Wilma said.

"No, selling them would not be a good idea. The only reason they are so coveted is because they are so hard to come by and the only way to get one is to win the competition or work for me,"

"Or sleep with you," Christa added with a grin.

"Well, that of course," the blonde said smiling. She motioned to the bartender and one of the bouncers brought over another round of drinks.

"On the house," she said and moved off to chat with other customers.

"Please Sue?' Wilma returned to wheedling. Sue looked at Christa, but her lover merely smiled and watched her with a neutral expression. She thought about the stacks of boxes at home in their bedroom. Well, in her bedroom. Funny how she thought of it as their bedroom, she thought. Those boxes represented a lot of money and a lot of things she was very pleased to have. If Christa wanted one of those jackets, well maybe, just maybe she could get one for her. It would be a small return for all of the joy, pleasure and happiness the little butch had brought her over the last few days.

"What do I have to do?" Sue said while taking a gulp of her drink to screw up her courage. When she took a big gulp she could taste the burn of the alcohol. Vodka she thought.

"Can you dance?"

"A little,"

"Just leave it to me, do what I tell you and we are sure to win!" Wilma said excitedly. She was bursting with energy and talking a mile a minute. Sue glanced at Christa, but she gave no indication of anything. In fact her face was totally blank. Sue couldn't tell if she was pleased or annoyed and wondered if this was such a good idea after all. All too quickly the music was cut off and Bethany began to speak into a hand held mike.

"Well Ladies, its finally time. The moment you've all been waiting for. Four cages, five minutes, six girls and anything goes. Tonight's guest judges are ready, and so are our sexy contestants. So ladies, sit back and enjoy and don't forget to vote for your favorite. Ballots are on the tables and will be picked up after the competition by your waitresses. Contestants, enter your cages,"

"Look, just stay all shy and demure, act like you normally do, okay? I got an idea that sure to win!" Wilma said.

"That should be easy enough," Sue said under her breath. Wilma dragged her by her hand to the ladder and the pushed her up. Sue was very aware of all the eyes on her and again thought this was a bad idea, but she was already here and committed so she tried to smile. Wilma apparently had aspirations to becoming an actress. She orchestrated their rise and once in the cage she began to whisper urgently to Sue, all the while keeping a broad smile on her pretty face. The girls climbing to the other cages were stunningly beautiful and Sue began to regret trying this even more, there was no way she could compete with young beauties like these.

"Don't worry about the others. Just do what I tell you and all eyes will be on us. This is so awesome, I get so stoked when I know all the women in the club are checking me out. Can't you feel it? It's like a jolt of pure sexual energy," she whispered. Sue did feel it, almost like a live current. >From the cage she could see all the women in the booths and at the tables. She could feel the eyes on her and despite her reluctance she did feel the sexual energy.

"All right contestants," Beth called over the mike, "when the music starts you have five minutes to impress the judges and the crowd. Ready? Go!"

The music started off with a strong hip-hop beat. Sue was about to start dancing, but remembered Wilma's instructions and so stood stock-still. Wilma danced around her in a provocative manner, while quickly shedding her pink top. Her breasts were small and rode high on her chest, coved only by a pink bra. She pressed them together, then cupped them and pushed them upwards, towards Sue's face. When Sue didn't react Wilma's hand slipped behind her and in an instant her bra joined her top on the floor of the cage.

The girl's tits were soft and slightly less firm than Sue's own. They rode low on her chest and were capped by small pink aureoles and tiny nipples. Her chest was freckled and her skin was very pale, almost transparent. She slipped behind Sue and caught a handful of the blonde's hair.

"Bend over and grab the bars when I push," Wilma instructed. The young woman pushed Sue over and she obediently caught the bars with her hands. She was now bent at her waist, wither legs still locked and her weight supported totally on her arms. Wilma squatted down behind her, keeping her knees wide so anyone in front of them could see she wasn't wearing any panties. She caught the hem of Sue's dress and with a stage flourish rose quickly and flipped it up over the older woman's back. Sue cringed as she felt the heavy material settle on her back and shoulders. She knew anyone standing behind them could now see her black stockings, red garterbelt and red thong. Because the thong was so brief they could also see most of her ass. Cheering broke out as Wilma grasped Sue's hips and began to simulate fucking her in time to the music.

Sue's head was down, her hair spilling over her face when a stinging slap to her ass brought her head up sharply. Wilma caught a hand full of her blonde hair and pulled back on it like a horseman holding the reins of his steed. Her hips were undulating and crashing into Sue's ass. With her free hand Wilma pushed Sue's hips down until the older woman could feel the girl's hips pressed against her panty covered mound with each thrust. Despite her embarrassment, or maybe because of it Sue began to hump back, meting the girl's thrusts. She felt her nipples hardening and the dampness forming between her lips.

Wilma suddenly spun Sue around and forced the older woman to her knees. She tangled one hand in Sue's long tresses and with her other hand she pulled her skirt up, She wore no panties and her mound was clean shaven. Her lips were puffy and gaped open slightly. Wilma spread her legs and then pulled Sue's face into her crotch. Her pussy was extremely wet and smelled overpoweringly musky. She was working her hips in time to the music and grinding her crotch on Sue's face.

"Grab my ass," she ordered urgently. Sue did and held onto the girl's wildly rotating ass as the music wound down. Wilma was riding Sue's face now, apparently oblivious to the fact that the music was winding down. Sue could tell that the small woman was fast approaching orgasm. Her ass cheeks were hot and smooth in Sue's hands.

"Eat me!" she screamed.

Sue suddenly pulled the girl's hips tightly to her face. She flattened her tongue and ran it once between the girl's slick lips. With a groan Wilma came, shuddering through her orgasm as the crowd went wild. She tasted very salty, but Sue thought it was probably from the sweat of her exertions. She was a little shocked she had done it, but for some reason she had always taken orders well. Still, she was terribly embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from licking wildly at Wilma's wet pussy.

The lights came up and Sue stood up dazedly. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and helped Wilma gather up her clothes. Many hands helped her down the ladder and not a few took the opportunity to cop a feel of her ass and legs. Sue didn't mind, her one thought now was to return to the booth and Christa. The little butch had been slowly building up the excitement in public exposure and now Sue was very hot and horny, but she wanted only to be with Christa. She slid into the booth and caught her lover's hand. Christa smiled and kissed her deeply. Wilma was all over Denise and it was obvious that the young woman was still very turned on.

"Did you enjoy that?" Christa asked.

"It was strange...embarrassing but, yes, it was very erotic and I enjoyed it," Sue admitted.

"Good," Christa said as she slid her arm around Sue and held her tight. As they sat and chatted with Wilma and Denise several women came over and introduced themselves. Most were butches and threw barely concealed glances and comments at both Wilma and Sue. Wilma flirted with many of them, which left a scowl on Denise's face. Sue was polite, but was careful to stay tightly against Christa's side. While she thought Christa enjoyed the looks the women were giving her she didn't flirt. She had eyes only for her lover and Christa seemed to bask in the attention other women were giving her.

"Well Ladies, the votes are in. Tonight's prizes go to the girls in cage four, let's hear it for them," Beth announced several minutes later.

Wilma and Sue walked up to the DJ's booth amid applause, catcalls and more than a few propositions. Beth gave them each a jacket and a kiss on the cheek. Wilma stayed to collect congratulations from many of the women, but Sue hurried back to the booth. She looked at Christa and then hesitantly held out the jacket.

"Keep it babe, I have a jacket and you don't tonight, but...thank you,"

Sue smiled and put on the jacket. She then snuggled up next to her lover in the booth and sipped on her drink. She had worried that Christa would be upset with her for showing off. The small woman seemed to have a jealous streak, but Sue now understood more about her lover than she did when the night began. The way her eyes sparkled when other women were looking at Sue with hunger in their eyes made it clear to Sue that Christa reveled in being with her. It made Sue feel wanted and needed and at the same time it made her feel even closer to the little butch. She felt it was an ego boost to the little woman and Christa certainly had provided one for her. Sue was very pleased with herself in being able to return that favor.

The interior of the little sports car was warm and dark. Outside the window trees flew by and the rhythm of the road lulled Sue. The jacket was warm and she snuggled deeper into the seat.

"Did you have a good time tonight?"

"Yes, it was exhilarating,"

"Did it make you hot showing off for all those women?"

"No...What made me hot was knowing that you were watching," Sue said.

"Just me?"

"Yes, it gets you hot watching me show off. Knowing that all those women are looking at me seems to really make you feel good because you know I'm with you, so I like it because it means you're happy,"

"You're cute,"

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause you are,"

Sue smiled and leaned her head on Christa's shoulder. The rest of the drive was quiet and long before they reached her subdivision she has faded off into a gentle sleep. She awoke to Christa softly shaking her.

"We're home sugar," she said in a very tender voice. Sue nodded and allowed herself to be helped out of the car. They made their way through the darkened house to the bedroom where Sue turned on her bedside lamp rather than the overhead light. The soft lighting was cozy and their first kiss was comfortable and loving.

It was a strange feeling for Sue because everything was comfortable and felt so right. She knew what Christa wanted, knew what she wanted and knew that both would get it. There was no erotic tension tonight, just a happy knowledge that she was going to get laid. It would be the perfect ending to a wonderful day. What she couldn't know was that Christa had a surprise for her.

As soon as the kiss broke Christa stood and quickly stripped. From her bag she took out her harness and once it was on selected a long thin dildo. While Christa was doing this Sue rose to her knees and shrugged out of her dress. On impulse she picked up the jacket and put it back on and grabbed Christa's biker cap. When the small woman noticed she burst out laughing. Sue smiled back and pressed her breasts together seductively.

"So what? You want to be my little leather bitch tonight?" Christa asked as she stroked the thin cock. Sue giggled and nodded.

"All right then, on your knees bitch," Christa snarled.

Sue quickly rolled over on her hands and knees while pushing her ass up and letting her chest rest on her arms. Christa climbed on the bed and delivered a stinging slap to Sue's beautiful ass as she knee walked between her legs.

"Ow!" Sue yelped. Christa ignored the exclamation and lined her cock up with Sue's wet lips, holding the thong out of her way. This dildo was thin and slipped easily into Sue's wet pussy. In a few strokes it was coated with her juices and slicing into and out of her with ease.

Christa fucked Sue with the long slim dildo in a slow languid motion. She didn't try to build the tempo, but kept it slow and easy. Her hand moved from Sue's hips to the soft half moons of her ass and gently pried them apart. Her rosebud was small and pink and Christa smiled broadly.

"Sugar, you ever been ass fucked?" Christa said.

"No, never," Sue said.

"Want to try it?"

"I don't know...I've heard it's really painful,"

"Ya trust me doncha?"

"Of course,"

"Good, cause I want to fuck your beautiful ass tonight," Christa said as she began to massage Sue's rear entrance with her finger. She continued the slow, deliberate rhythm of her fucking as she unhurriedly worked a finger into Sue's ultra-tight rear. The blonde groaned softly, but didn't try to move away. Christa slowly began to slide her finger in and out, keeping time with the dildo. Again it was slow and unhurried; in fact she took extra time to just allow Sue to adjust to having something moving in her ass. The red garterbelt framed her beautiful ass and Christa simply enjoyed the view for a while. She held the thong to one side with her free hand, it would be easier to just take it off, but it seemed better to leave it in place.

She finally withdrew both her finger and the dildo, leaving Sue empty. Christa inserted two fingers into Sue's wet pussy and pumped them in and out a few times. Once they were slick with her juices the small butch rubbed the slick liquid into Sue's anus. She slipped a finger in and began to slowly fuck the blonde. Only when Sue began to press back on her finger did she remove it and grasp the dildo. She rubbed the slim head against Sue's ass and slowly focused in on her rosebud. Once she was sure she was on target she began to press forward.

"Relax sugar," She whispered when Sue tensed.

Sue nodded and tried to relax, but her body seemed to have a mind of it's own and tensed to stop the invader as soon as Christa began to apply pressure. Her body seemed to be pleasantly relaxed and in a warm and hazy state, but her mind was very clear. It formed a strange juxtaposition in her perceptions, as if time were flowing more slowly in her mind than it was around her body. The first thing she was intensely aware of was that she was committing adultery in her marriage bed. Right along with that was the knowledge that she was having anal sex for the first time, something she had adamantly refused to try with her husband the one time he had broached the subject. She was also highly conscious of the way her lingerie felt on her body, of the sensuousness of the satin as it caressed her tits, waist and hips. She was aware of how much nastier it seemed to be having sex while still clothed and how erotic the whole thing was. Above all she was conscious of Christa. Of her touch, her presence, the way she was so careful of Sue's feelings and her love. It was love she felt, real love, not just lust. It was the kind of love two souls could share for lifetime. Sue knew instinctively that she returned that love, God help her, but she did.

Her mind was pulled back into the flow of time when the tip of Christa's cock slipped past her sphincter. Pain shot through her in a quick stab that took her breath away. She fought back the gasp that came to her lips and tried to relax. Christa seemed to know exactly what she was doing keeping up a steady pressure, but not thrusting forward. Sue tried very hard to relax, but in the end it was that steady gentle pressure that forced her muscles to give way. Her breath came in a gasp as the long thin dildo slid deeply into her bowels. It hurt, god it hurt terribly when it first penetrated deeply into her and Sue cried out despite herself. As the pain faded she felt her inner muscles gripping the plastic intruder, trying to get used to it. Soon she became aware of a strange sensation.

It was a strange feeling, lewd, dirty, but so incredibly sexy at the same time. Christa held still, letting her adjust to the fullness. After a while she began to slowly rock her hips. The sensation of the dildo moving inside her was intense and Sue found herself moaning as Christa's motion became stronger and the accompanying sensations began to escalate in intensity.

"That's right baby, you like getting that little ass fucked don't you?"

"Yes," Sue barked. She was moaning now and thrusting back with her hips to meet Christa's driving lunges. Christa released the thong and grasped both of her hips. Her athletic body seemed to go into over drive, her hips crashing against Sue's upturned rump.

"You got such a tight ass girl," Christa groaned. She had never enjoyed fucking anyone as much as she was enjoying this. The visual stimulation was incredible. She watched as Sue's ass tried to hold the dildo in and was drawn out on her out strokes. The long blonde hair, creamy skin and startling contrast of the red garterbelt were just incredible.

"I'm gonna cum soon sugar, play with your pussy for me. Come on baby, I want you to cum before I do,"

Sue snaked her hand between her legs and began to rapidly stroke her clit. The dildo sliding into her was producing such strong pleasurable feelings, Christa's hands on her hips, the little butch's words, the evening at the club. All seemed to merge into one peak of pleasure and Sue screamed as she felt her orgasm take her. She collapsed on the bed and Christa collapsed onto her back. For a long time she just lay there, basking in the after glow and enjoying the after shocks. Finally Christa rose up and pulled the dildo out of her ass.

Sue wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but her next conscious memory was of lying on her side with Christa curled up against her back. She reached out and killed the light and as the room plunged into darkness she noticed the time on her alarm clock. Three o'clock in the morning. It was Saturday.

End part three