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Girls Night Out

Girls Night Out

In the swinging lifestyle, finding a single female for a threesome is like finding a unicorn! Finding a seductive bi-curious female in a couple is much easier! Now I may be one of the few women in the lifestyle that actually prefers men but from time to time... if the chemistry is right ... I'll definitely taste the forbidden fruit!

 

Although I get far more requests from my members.. as well as my husband for photos featuring me and another guy... or three... I do get a request from time to time for some erotic girl girl photos! And since I truly enjoy it .. especially when it's with the right woman.. I am all to happy to oblige! To keep those girl on girl fantasies flowing your resident, hot wife has included a hot, lesbian story to accompany this set entitled, Girls Night Out!

 

Sexy Lesbian Story For The Photo Set: Girls Night Out

 

Angie led Amanda back to the bar where they refreshed their drinks, and then led her into another room that Amanda had not seen yet. It was smaller than the room they had just come from, and there was soft music playing from speakers. There were a number of café tables set up around the room, some of which contained backgammon boards, decks of cards, and other games, and some were empty. Some of the tables were already occupied by small groups of women, and Angie said hello to a few of them but pointedly ignored getting engaged in conversations with them. She led Amanda to an empty table and they sat down, placing their drinks on the table.

 

Look, Amanda, Angie began, I didn't bring you here tonight to shock you or anything -- I really thought you could just use a fun night out, given some of the things you had said yesterday about your 'boring life as a faculty wife'. Angie used her fingers to put quotation marks around that last phrase.

 

Amanda began to respond. No, that's. . . but Angie placed her finger on Amanda's lips and said, Shhh -- no talking, just listen for a few minutes, okay?

 

Amanda nodded her assent as she smelled a mixture of margarita and Angie's perfume on her finger placed directly under her nostrils.

 

Okay, good. Angie continued, I just happen to like this place, it's a very friendly atmosphere, and I thought you would be comfortable here, given that it was just women. I know you've hung out with Ellyn in gay bars before, so I figured you'd be okay here.

 

I am, Amanda started to respond, but quickly remembered to what she had agreed and silenced herself before Angie could say anything.

 

Angie smiled at her. And then when you asked about the playroom, I decided that rather than glossing over it, that I should treat you like an adult and be honest with you. You obviously had some curiosity about it, so I decided you could see and judge for yourself. As you said, I guessed it wasn't likely you saw anything like that in Podunkville out there in the Midwest. This last statement she said with a smile, and Amanda smiled back and shook her head.

 

Now, to get to your question. The answer is, yes, I have played around in there before, as you properly deduced. You know I've been in and out of relationships before, and when I'm in a commited relationship with someone, I honor that commitment and remain monogamous. But when I'm not in a relationship, I like to have fun and play around some. And I feel comfortable admitting to you that I do get a little bit of a rush playing in a setting like that, where I know people could be watching. As well as enjoying a little bit of voyeuristic action watching others in there too. She smiled again at Amanda as she said this.

 

Amanda smiled back in response, and slowly started to say, Can I. . .

 

Angie laughed heartily and said, Yes, sweetie, go ahead and ask a question if you want. I've had my say for now.

 

Okay, thanks, Ang, Amanda responded, and thanks for sharing that with me, I appreciate your openness and willingness to trust that I wouldn't freak out either in seeing what went on in there, or in your telling me about your participation. As she said this she reached over and took Angie's hand in her own and squeezed it.

 

The two women sat like that for a few seconds, before Amanda took her hand back. But public sex play like that, Ang -- can't the club get in trouble, or lose its license or something?

 

Angie thought for a second. Yeah, you're right -- they probably could. But I think because they keep it quiet, and they only allow the playroom on Girls Night Out, the licensing board either looks the other way or hasn't caught on. They use that room for other things the other nights of the week when it's a mixed crowd.

 

Oh, okay, I guess that makes sense.

 

They both sipped their drinks and were quiet for a moment. I'm really okay with it, Amanda continued, I think I was just shocked because I wasn't prepared for it, and as you correctly pointed out, we don't have places like this back home. Or at least not that I know if, she hastily added.

 

Angie laughed at this last clarifying statement. Yeah, you're probably right, hon. But let me tell ya -- you never know! Some of those sweet moms at the neighborhood play group could be running off to clubs like this in nearby cities when you least expect it, she said with a wink.

 

She continued, Or perhaps even some of those faculty wives you hang out with.

 

Amanda laughed again, happy to have the humor framing the conversation to make her feel less nervous talking about it. Oh, I don't know about that.

 

Well, would you believe that Kat herself is a college professor? Angie asked her.

 

The look of shock on Amanda's face was priceless, thought Angie. I should have had my camera phone ready for that one, she thought to herself.

 

Yup, she teaches women's studies at Framingham State. And Sarah, the woman who asked if I wanted to join in and who -- and here Angie decided to take a bit of a risk in speaking so crudely -- was getting her tits tortured by Kat?

 

Yes? Amanda inquired, her face screwing up a bit at the memory of the beating that the woman named Kat inflicted on the other woman.

 

She's got a husband and 2 year-old son at home.

 

Amanda's mouth shot open in a perfectly round circle in shock at hearing this news. Get out -- she's married? she asked unbelievingly.

 

Yup.

 

Then what the hell was she doing here?

 

Angie laughed. Now that's a stupid question if I ever heard one -- what the fuck did it look like she was doing? she asked with a big smile on her face.

 

W. . .w. . w. . ., Amanda stammered.

 

Angie reached over and took Amanda's hand in hers again. Look, hon. Sarah's a good friend, and I don't mind telling you this because I trust you'll keep it quiet. She has a wonderful relationship with her husband and is madly in love with him. But she's bisexual, and also likes to be with women, and as you saw, is obviously into some BDSM. She has a very open relationship with her husband, and gets to indulge her interest in sex with women by coming to a place like this. As I said earlier, it's a very safe environment -- she can come here, play with women, and not worry about some pervy guys trying to get a piece of the action. You know how 99.9% of guys have the fantasy of seeing two women going at it. So it's much safer for her to indulge her fantasies and act on them in an environment like this where she doesn't have to worry about strange guys.

 

And Kat, Amanda asked. Is she a lesbian?

 

Angie let go of Amanda's hand. Yes, she identifies as lesbian -- not exactly unusual for a women's studies professor, huh? Angie responded with a wink and a smile.

 

Amanda laughed back, No, not at all I'm sure. I know a couple of the women's studies professors at the college, and they're both lesbians. Amanda finished the last of her wine before she continued. So, um, how often do you come here and play, Ang?

 

Angie smiled. Oh, so you want to know if I come here often, huh? Well, not all that often, I guess. I'd say once every couple of months or so. I've been here on my own, as well as with a past lover who liked the scene also.

 

And, uh, what kinds of things do you do when you go in there? Amanda inquired, then adding quickly, I mean, if you don't mind my asking?

 

Ah, so you want me to tell you about my sex life, huh? Trying to live vicariously through my adventures, Little Miss Faculty Wife?

 

Amanda immediately blushed, an action that Angie could make out even in the subdued lighting in the room. Well, I dunno, Ang, I'm sort of curious, and. . . .and. . .

 

That's okay, sweetie, I don't mind talking about it, Angie reassured her. You know I'm pretty out there anyway, and I'm comfortable talking about tit torture, carpet munching, and ass worship. This last one she threw out there just to see if she could elicit an even deeper blush out of Amanda, and it had its desired effect. Amanda reached for her wine glass to take a gulp, but found it empty.

 

Angie threw her head back, laughing out loud. Oh, I'm so sorry, she apologized, I couldn't resist. Let me get you another glass of wine. It was Chardonnay, right?

 

No, I really shouldn't, I've had two already, Amanda began.

 

But before she could go any further, Angie cut her off. Oh, c'mon, the night's still young. She looked at her watch. It's only 10:30, and you're not driving, I am. How many chances do you get to go out and enjoy yourself like this?

 

The hurt look on Amanda's face made Angie realize that she had hit on a very sore subject. She lowered her voice, and leaned in across the table toward her. Hey, Amanda, I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to hurt you or make fun of you.

 

No, that's okay. The truth is, you're absolutely right. It's been so long since I've done something. . . .something. . . ., but she couldn't find the words to complete the sentence.

 

Fun? Angie asked, raising an eyebrow?

 

No, that's not exactly it. Phil and I do fun things all the time, mostly with the kids, I guess.

 

Well, how about something fun for yourself for once? Angie guessed again.

 

Amanda hesitated for a few seconds, before meeting Angie's direct gaze. Yeah, I guess that's it -- something fun for me for a change, not for Phil, or his job, or for the kids. Something just for me. It has been a long time.

 

Great! Then I'll go get you that glass of wine. I'll be right back.

 

Angie grabbed both glasses and headed back to the bar. As Amanda waited for her, she looked around the room. The impression she got as she looked at the small groups of women gathered aorund the tables, some playing games, some just talking, was one of, well, normality. These looked just like regular women, young and old, pretty and not-so-pretty, all shapes and sizes, who in any other time she could see in a supermarket, at a yoga class, or wherever. Even the one couple sitting in a corner who were kissing each other seemed very acceptable given the setting. She began to relax a little.

 

As she was looking at one group of women playing backgammon, she felt the presence of someone next to her. Assuming it was Angie returning with her wine, she began to say, Thanks, I. . . But before she could finish she realized it was not Angie standing there, but instead, was the young woman she had been dancing with.

 

The woman was sticking her hand out and saying something, but Amanda giggled back at her, thinking about how Angie had described her as engaging in carpet munching with Kat in the playroom.

 

Amanda stopped giggling in time to hear the woman say . . .Marie.

 

I'm so sorry, I was just thinking about something I was talking about with my friend -- what were you saying? Amanda apologized.

 

The blonde smiled back at her. I was just saying, I'm sorry that I didn't introduce myself when we danced before. My name is Marie.

 

Oh, hi, nice to more properly meet you, my name is Amanda.

 

Marie continued to stand there a little awkwardly, before Amanda quickly offered, Would you like to sit down?

 

Thanks, appreciate it. Marie sat down, putting her glass on the table, and taking the seat that had been vacated by Angie. I enjoyed dancing with you, you're a good dancer.

 

Amanda blushed again, for what felt like the thousandth time already that night. Thanks, I enjoyed it too. I had a lot of practice yesterday -- I was at a friend's wedding, and they had a great band, so I spent a lot of time on the dance floor.

 

Well, wherever you get it from, you were good!

 

Just then, Angie returned to the table with a glass of wine for Amanda and a glass of club soda for herself. Damn, the place must be getting crowded, the lines at the bar were. . . She stopped herself as she saw the new person sitting with Amanda.

 

Oh, Ang, hi. This is Marie, Amanda said, gesturing to the other woman. She was the woman, um, I was dancing with, remember?

 

Right, Angie replied, setting the two drinks down on the table and taking Marie's hand. Nice to meet you. I'm Angie, but I get called Ang also. And weren't you also the woman in the playroom with Kat?

 

Hearing this, Amanda visibly cringed and looked like she wanted to crawl under the little table, an action that would be nearly impossible given her somewhat ample girth.

 

Without missing a beat, however, Marie just laughed and said, Yup, that was me -- and I've got the swat marks on my ass to prove it. Angie laughed back, and reached over to the next table to grab a third chair and brought it back to join Marie and Amanda. Marie scooted her chair over closer to Amanda to make room.

 

Amanda had regained her composure a bit, and took a big gulp of the wine that Angie had set down in front of you. What are you drinking now? she asked Angie, desperately trying to change the subject.

 

Well, while you don't have to drive home, I do, so I've changed to club soda.

 

Wise move, Marie interjected. I know more than one person who's gotten picked up for a DUI coming home from a club.

 

Yeah, given my dependence on my car, I'm not taking any risks, Angie responded.

 

Marie turned to Amanda. So I've never seen you in here before, are you new to Boston?

 

Amanda was a little flustered by the attention the young woman was paying to her. She thought to herself about whether the discomfort would have been as pronounced if she hadn't witnessed the woman's playing with Kat earlier in the evening, or whether it was just on having danced with her before then.

 

Uh, no, she responded. I'm here just for a few days to attend my friend's wedding. I was the matron of honor and Ang was a bridesmaid.

 

Oh, how sweet, that must have been fun. Was it a nice wedding?

 

Yeah, it was beautiful -- the first lesbian wedding I've been to.

 

It was wonderful, Angie chimed in. I've been to a number of dyke weddings since the SJC ruling, but this was the biggest blowout party of all of them. We had a blast. She took a sip of her drink and said, Crap -- I forgot to ask her for some lime. I'll be right back, ladies. I can't drink plain club soday without a little something to flavor it. She rose and headed back out to the bar.

 

Marie turned back to Amanda. Well, glad to see that the lesbians are doing their part to prop up the economy, just like the heteros, she said with a smile. So, did you enjoy our little scene in the playroom?

 

By this time Amanda was past the point of being embarrassed any more. Well, it was certainly, ah. . .ah. . .different than anything I've witnessed before, that's for sure, she said with a little smile.

 

Well, I hope you don't think I'm some kind of little perv, just because I like a little public play every now and then. Safe, sane, and consensual, right?

 

Amanda looked a little confused, never having heard the BDSM pledge before, but didn't want to sound like a Rube from the country. No, that's okay, Ang and I were just talking about the club, and the playroom, and that kinda stuff. I'll admit that I was a bit shocked at first, but I guess I should be honest and say that I find it all sort of intriguing.

 

Really? Marie said, smiling at her. Intriguing in what sense? Like it's something you'd want to try yourself? With this question Amanda felt Marie's hand on her bare knee underneath the table, exposed by her red dress's riding up her thighs a bit as she had sat in the chair.

 

Oh, no! Amanda immediately responded, taken aback at the implications of what Marie was suggesting. Her first reaction was to move a little further away from the other woman, but thought that would be rude -- and also incredibly prudish. She figured Marie was just playing around, and besides, she had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the attention. Why not flirt a little, just go with the flow, she thought to herself. Just like Angie had said, she had to learn to have a little fun for herself for a change. No, I just meant intriguing in that, while I knew there were people who do those kinds of things, I'd never witnessed it firsthand.

 

Oh, okay, I was just curious, Marie responded. Because if you wanted to. . .you know. . .I'd be happy to take you back there. I think you're a very sexy woman.

 

Amanda looked across the table to see Marie smiling at her, and looking very obviously at her cleavage, which was still on open display in the gap between the two sides of her red dress. She also knew that Marie could probably see her nipples prominently displayed through the light fabric. Well thanks, she said, somewhat flustered again, but I have a husband and kids back home, and I just don't think. . . that . . .I could. . . .

 

Marie was not going to let Amanda off the hook that easily. You could what, dear? she said, batting her eyelashes at her in an exaggerated manner. She began stroking Amanda's leg under the table, staying in the area between her knee and the hem of her dress. As she did this, she thought she saw Amanda began to breathe a little heavier, and expected her to bolt at any moment. But she figured, What the fuck, why not have a little fun with the cute newbie.

 

I. . .I. . .I. Amanda tried desperately to come up with the words to express her feelings, but was coming up blank.

 

I know, you don't want to cheat on your husband, right Amanda? I understand. But I can tell you that I've met get plenty of straight women in here who are just, 'curious,' so to speak. They would never cheat on their husbands with another guy, but can rationalize a little fooling around with another woman as not cheating on him. Is that what you're thinking? As she said this, she continued stroking Amanda's leg, now pushing her hand a little higher, brushing the hem of the dress causing it to ride further up her thigh.

 

Amanda hesitated a few seconds before responding, and she looked to be thinking about what Marie had said to her. Well, I don't know. To be honest, I've never really thought about it that way before. I mean, I've always known that I could never go off with another guy and cheat on Phil, but when I've thought about it, that's the way it's always been -- the possibility of another guy. I just never really considered what it would be like with another woman. She raised her glass and drank more of her wine.

 

When you say 'what it would be like with another woman,' do you mean whether that would still constitute cheating on -- what was your husband's name did you say, Phil? -- or have you thought about sex with another woman?

 

Amanda was becoming fixated on the feel of Marie's hand on her leg. She had never been touched by another woman this way, even if all Marie was doing was playing around and didn't mean much by it. And she had to admit that it felt good, all the attention, the idea that there was someone here -- another woman -- who was at least pretending to be interested in her sexually. Well, I will admit that I have thought about women in that way before. My friend whose wedding I was at -- Ellyn -- we've been best friends since childhood and she came out to me while we were in college. So we've talked about her being a lesbian, and you know, sex and stuff, a little bit at least, so it has been there in the back of my head I guess. I was never wigged out by the idea of two women having sex, it always struck me as something very normal and acceptable, even though I've never had any experiences like that myself. Downing the last of her wine, Amanda realized she was feeling quite a buzz and warmth, the latter of which was likely brought on as much by the wine as by the feeling of Marie's hand stroking up and down her thigh.

 

Well, that's very common, Amanda. Almost every woman I know, even those who would profess to being totally straight, have said that they've thought about sex with a woman before. I think it's a very natural thing for us.

 

Yeah, I guess so. I mean, Phil can be jealous, like most men, as well as a little insecure. So I know that his fears about my having an affair would not revolve around the idea of me having sex with another man, as much as the fear that I could possibly want to leave him for that guy.

 

Exactly! Marie responded, giving Amanda's thigh a little squeeze as if to congratulate her for understanding. That's why men are not threatened as much by the idea of their wives with another woman. In fact, most men get turned on by the idea, don't you think?

 

At this, Amanda laughed. Oh yeah, Phil definitely falls into that category. The few times we've rented any porn, it's always been the lesbian kind. Ang and I were just talking about how much men like the idea of two women having sex.

 

And what did you think about those videos?

 

Amanda thought for a second. After we stop laughing at the absurd plots and dialogue in most of them, and really settle into watching them, I can admit that I've enjoyed seeing two women together. I don't what it is, but I do find something sensual about two women together, very different than a guy and a woman. I guess that's where my intrigue about the idea comes from, at least in part.

 

So you can separate in your mind the idea of playing with another woman, versus playing with a guy? Marie inquired.

 

Once again, Amanda hesitated before answering, appearing to really think about what Marie was saying. Yeah, I guess I really can. I mean, some people may say there's no difference, that cheating is cheating. But I do see a distinction -- and that's what's important, right? How I feel about it, not how others would judge me.

 

Sure, sweetie -- if that's how you feel about, that's what counts. Fuck anyone else out there.

 

Emboldened by Amanda's articulation of her views, Marie continued to move her hand up and down Amanda's thigh, now pushing her dress up about as far as it could go, allowing her fingers to move ever-so-lightly to tickle the inside of her thigh. She decided it was time to push things a little with her. She leaned in a little closer to Amanda and whispered in her ear, You don't mind me touching you like this, do you sweetie? Because if I'm making you uncomfortable, I'd be happy to stop.

 

As she did this, Amanda's nostrils flared as she inhaled a scent that had not reached her before. She wasn't sure what it was at first, but then the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. Oh my god, she thought to herself, that must be the smell from her licking Kat's pussy! Her first reaction was that she thought it was not unlike the scent of her own fingers after they'd come close enough to her nose after she had been masturbating, or the scent of her own juices on Phils face those few times that he had consented to go down on her.

 

She came out of her reverie to realize that Marie had asked her a question. Um, no, it's okay. In fact, I have to admit it feels sort of good. She knew she was affected by the three glasses of wine, but at that point, she was wrapped up in the whole experience and was curious enough to see where it would lead. And she kept telling herself that the attention of the cute blond who was probably ten years her junior was a real turn-on.

 

Good, Marie said, because I wouldn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. She sat back upright, smiling, but continued stroking lightly on Amanda's thigh.

 

Just then Angie returned to the table, plopping down her glass which now contained two limes and a stirrer. I waited in line for a few minutes, and then said 'fuck it,' and reached over a grabbed a couple of limes from the bar myself. She took a sip and smiled. That's much better, at least it's drinkable now. As she looked at the two other women at the table, she noticed that they were sitting a little closer together than when she had left, and that Amanda was slumped down in her chair a little. She also noticed that she was looking a little tipsy, no doubt helped along by the empty wine glass in front of her, Angie deduced. She hadn't yet noticed what was going on underneath the table, however.

 

Hey, you okay sweetie? she inquired of Amanda.

 

Oh yeah, fine -- just feeling a little buzz from the wine. Amanda flashed a little sheepish smile.

 

Angie laughed. No prob, sweetie. Like I said, I'm doing the driving anyway.

 

Marie turned to Angie. So what about you? How did you fit into the wedding party? As she smiled at Angie, her fingers pressed down with a little more pressure, urging Amanda's thighs to part for her. She was not surprised to find her compliant, opening up her legs almost imperceptibly, but enough that it allowed Marie to push her fingers down lower on the inside of her thigh.

 

Ellyn, one of the brides, was a college friend, in fact we were roommates our freshman year.

 

Oh, so were you guys lovers? Marie inquired.

 

No, Angie laughed, we never got to that point. We were just good friends. I got involved in the women's community first, and sort of dragged Ellyn into it. Though she'd admit she didn't exactly have to be dragged kicking and screaming. Angie laughed again. Right, Amanda?

 

Amanda's mind was clearly in another place, not following the conversation, fixated on the sensations she was feeling as the blonde woman was feeling up her leg. She realized she was getting quite aroused, as she glanced down and saw that her nipples were now almost fully erect behind the light cotton of her dress and clearly visible to both women at the table. She spread her legs just a little further apart, luxuriating in the sensations of Marie's hand which was now moving around to explore the upper part of her thigh very close to her panties.

 

Um, sorry -- what did you say? now realizing that Amanda had asked her a question.

 

Angie looked her friend in the eye, trying to figure out how she had gotten so drunk on just three glasses of wine. But as she looked at her, she noticed the very prominent nipples and her large breasts rising and falling as she breathed more heavily. I said, Ellyn didn't exactly have to be dragged kicking and screaming into being a lesbian, did she? As she said this, she glanced around the side of the table next to her and saw Amanda's leg just a little splayed out. She curiously looked over and saw that she couldn't see one of Marie's hands, and a light bulb went off in her head. That's why she's reacting this way, it's not just that she's just drunk, she thought to herself. Damn, she's getting felt up by that little dyke! Well good for you, you go for it Amanda, you deserve it.

 

Yeah, guess you're right, from what Ellyn said, she embraced it pretty quickly, Amanda finally responded.

 

Angie was curious just how far this was going to go, and felt a little bit like a third wheel, but she admitted she was enjoying the spectacle of the her new friend letting loose a little bit. She also realized she was getting turned on by the idea of the cute young blonde touching Amanda like that, and wanted to see what was going on. So she used her stirrer to fish one of the limes out of her drink, and began sucking on it.

 

Marie smiled and turned to Angie. While you were gone, we were talking about marriage fidelity, and whether playing around with other women constituted cheating on your husband. What do you think, Angie?

 

As she was saying this, Angie took the lime out of her mouth and deftly dropped it on to the floor. Oops, she said to the two women, and reached down to pick it up. She was only down there for a couple of seconds, long enough to have her suspicion confirmed as she glanced under the table. She saw Amanda, scooted down on her chair a bit, with her dress on the side away from her hiked quite a ways up and her legs partially spread. A flash of Amanda's pink panties, which Angie had seen her put on in the hotel room a few hours ago, were visible where the dress was hiked up. And Marie's neatly manicured hand was running very sensually up and down the leg closest to her, with her fingers disappearing on each stroke to dip down to Amanda's inner thigh, very high up and what looked like very close to touching the gusset of the pink panties. As Angie watched this, she felt her own pussy start to get just a little wet.

 

Angie picked up the lime, sat up, and placed it on the table. Well, good thing I got two of these I guess, she said with a big smile on her face.

 

Marie smiled back, clearly aware of that Angie had seen enough to know what she was doing. Amanda, who appeared to be more and more in dreamland, seemed to be oblivious of the stunt.

 

Angie was somewhat torn. She knew her friend was a little drunk, but not so much that she didn't know what was going on. She decided that Amanda was a big girl, and if she was uncomfortable with what was happening, she could stop it anytime. She also didn't want to insult her by implying that she needed someone to tell her what to do in a setting like this. She figured the best thing to do was to give Amanda an easy opportunity to get out of the situation if she wanted.

 

Hey, anyone want to dance some more? she asked the two women, standing up. I'm rested up and ready to go.

 

I'm good, Marie responded with a smile. But please, go ahead if you want, we'll be okay here. She turned to Amanda. How about you? You want to go dance with your friend or stay here?

 

Amanda shook her head and said, No thanks, Ang -- my feet are still a little sore from yesterday, I'm going to give it a break still.

 

Okay, you two have fun, I'll be back, she said turning to leave. She winked at them as she walked off.

 

She's very nice, Marie said, turning back to Amanda. Have you guys known each other a long time? No longer tempered by Angie's presence, she grew a bit bolder, using her fingers once again to push Amanda's thighs even further apart. At first, some sense of propriety caused Amanda to resist, but after a few seconds, she acquiesced, and spread her legs a bit more. As Marie's hand traveled higher up Amanda's thigh, she realized that she now had access to the gusset of Amanda's panties, and lightly began to stroke it.

 

This elicited a sharp intake of breath and a gasp from Amanda, as she first felt the touch of another woman on her sex. Her first instinct was to clasp her thighs back together, trapping Marie's hand between her legs, but she resisted and kept her legs where they were. It's okay, she kept telling herself, I'm not doing anything bad. And damn, it does feel good.

 

When she recovered from the shock of Marie's exploration, she managed to respond to her question. Uh, no, we just met a few days ago at the rehearsal dinner. But we really bonded and enjoyed our time at the wedding.

 

Well, I can see why, she seems fun and she is cute, isn't she?

 

Yeah, I guess so.

 

As she said this, Marie scooted her chair just a bit closer to Amanda, giving her easier access to the treats she was finding between her legs. She was now exploring more boldly, her fingers pressing with more force against Amanda's panties, allowing one of them to trail a line up and down the valley between her labia. She detected a growing wetness beginning to leak from her pussy onto the panties, and as she looked at Amanda, she saw her breathing was coming faster. She leaned in again to whisper to her. You're enjoying this, aren't you baby? As she did this, she placed her other hand lightly on Amanda's red-clad breast, her fingers grazing across her nipple, causing it become even more erect.

 

Amanda waited a few seconds, inhaling once again the musky scent of Kat's pussy juices still adhering to Marie's face. It was intoxicating, smelling that at the same time she realized her own pussy was beginning to leak. She felt like she should be embarrassed by what Marie was doing to her, and by the way she was reacting. But she didn't feel any sense of shame or remorse. She knew she was enjoying it and rationalized in her head that it was just a little fooling around, so there was nothing wrong with it.

 

Yes, she responded in a husky voice. It does feel good.

 

You want to go somewhere we can be a little more comfortable?

 

The realization of what Marie was suggesting hit Amanda, even in her mildly drunken state. Sitting here allowing Marie to feel her up was one thing, but allowing her to take her into the playroom would mean taking things to a whole other level. Could she allow herself to do that? More importantly, did she want to do it? There was no question she was attracted to Marie, or at least, she was attracted to the attention Marie was paying to her. She could admit to herself that she was exploring a side of herself, of her sexuality, that she wasn't sure existed.

 

She looked into the eyes of the young woman whose face was only inches from her own. She was torn, not sure if she could take the plunge. She felt Marie's fingers continue to press against her sex, stroking with one finger on the inside of first one of her labia, then the other, through the now very wet fabric of her panties. Not knowing what else to do, she leaned forward and lightly kissed Marie on the lips.

 

Caught by surprise, Marie kissed her back, lightly at first, then with more force. She took her hand off of Amanda's breast, and put it behind her head, pulling her in closer. She opened her mouth, slipping her tongue between the other woman's lips, forcing its way to dance with its counterpart.

 

Amanda complied willingly, kissing Marie back. The touch of their lips and tongues together was enough to make up her mind. She pulled back and whispered, Okay, let's go.

 

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