Camarin ran her hands over the Jennifer's chest, cupping her breasts. She gasped when Jennifer bit her nipple, signaling her impatience. Slowly Camarin pulled herself away from Jennifer's eager mouth and tongue. She looked once more into her eyes, eyes that now sparkled and burned with fury and passion. Smiling, she bent her head to Jennifer's breasts. The moment seemed so perfect.
She savored it as long as she could. And then, when her hunger became unbearable, she gripped Jennifer's bare ass. Her hands massaged the cheeks while her mouth did service to the perfectly sculpted breasts.
Jennifer sighed and purred as Camarin pressed her tongue inside the opening of her dress. She felt her teeth and tongue working past the soft material that encased her bare breasts. Impatient, she reached for her zipper. Camarin growled and pulled her hands away. She stood trembling as Camarin closed her hands around her neck, her fingers working the zipper, edging it down very slowly. Her hands grasped Camarin's waist, begging her to hurry.
Tears appeared in Jennifer's eyes before Camarin would give in to her begging. She pulled the dress off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She unclasped the brassiere and let it fall as well. Pale brown nipples awaited her eager mouth. No more teasing or waiting, she sucked first one then the other. Deep and hard, her mouth pulled the aching flesh. Holding it inside her mouth while she suckled, she then released it and moved to the other. Back and forth, over and over she pleasured the other woman's breasts.
Jennifer felt the floor falling from beneath her. She felt Camarin's arm gathering her about the waist, holding her while she swept her arm across the desktop, clearing it of all objects. She was lifted onto it and eased down ever so gently. Camarin was moving away from her. She cried out in anguish, her hands reaching for Camarin's head as she pulled away from her. Her fingers felt the long dark strands slipping away. She closed her eyes, then cried out as the tongue she'd tasted and the mouth she'd savored explored the barren region between her legs.
Camarin relished the adventure, her mouth feasting on the virgin flesh. Although Jennifer's body had been serviced, it had never been pleasured. She, Camarin Knight, would be the first. Growling deep in her throat, she pressed her face against the hot opening and began fucking it most thoroughly. The office grew dark and she heard the security guard making his first round. She flicked her tongue over the hot swollen nub that awaited her eager mouth.
Two women left the building late that night. The first winced as she eased through the door and down the steps. She started for the bus stop, smiling despite the pain that accompanied her down the street. Now she knew what it felt like to be made love to by another women. She turned her face to the dark sky, a dreamy far-away look in her eyes. She heard someone else leaving the building and she smiled with knowing.
It was Camarin Knight who emerged and she had a smile of utter satisfaction on her face. She ran her tongue over her lips, the taste and smell of Jennifer Levine lingering on her mouth. Licking her lips despite the bitter wind, she tasted the other woman's cum. "Um," she sighed. Looking about her, she saw bright lights, busy shoppers and a lone woman limping down the street.
Chapter Three
Larry's Place was not as the name implied. The majority of first time customers came expecting to see a sports bar with television screens in every corner. Instead, what they found was a woman's bar
– an after-hours gathering place for women who needed, or preferred, other women. Larry's Place belonged to Trudi Jordan. She took over the business from her father when he retired and moved to St. Petersburg. His name added an air of mystery to the bar's ambience, so she left it as Larry's Place.
When Taryn entered Larry's Place with Lisa in tow, she greeted Trudi with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Trudi, how are you?" she asked after receiving a warm hug from her friend.
"Doing okay," Trudi replied. "How about you?" Raking her eyes over Lisa's slender frame, she gave Taryn a questioning look.
Knowing full well what Trudi was thinking, Taryn took Lisa's hand and pulled her close beside her. She placed her arm around Lisa's shoulders in a big sister sort of way. "Trudi Jordan, I'd like you to meet Lisa Manchester. She's a producer at Lavender Excursions.
Lisa, this is Trudi. She owns the bar. Rumor has it she also owns the adult book store down the street, but we'll talk about that later." She laughed and winked conspiratorially at Lisa.
Uncertain how she should act, Lisa decided to follow an age-old tradition and extended her hand to Trudi. "Nice to meet you," she stammered.
Lisa's wide-eyed confusion gave Trudi a chuckle. She took Lisa's hand and pulled her close, giving her a great big hug. "Don't listen to everything this woman tells you," she whispered in Lisa's ear.
When Trudi released her, Lisa noticed she was of average height and had a stocky frame, sort of athletic in appearance. Her eyes were midnight blue, the color so intense it was startling. She had short black hair that was feathered about her face, the combination giving her a rakish, cool-eyed appearance. Lisa wondered what, if any, involvement she might have with Taryn. She felt a twinge of jealousy toward this self-assured dyke who was giving her the once over.
Trudi had a predilection for women and it was true, she found Taryn attractive. She'd tried to seduce her several times but Taryn was not interested. It didn't bother Trudi too much because she liked all sorts of women. Short, tall, buxom, petite, she found the variations very satisfying to her sexual needs. If the truth were known, she bartended most evenings just so she could squeeze and fondle "the merchandise" as she so glibly referred to her female customers.
When Taryn saw Trudi's hand slip past Lisa's waist, she shook her head. "No," she mouthed to her wayward friend. When Trudi's hand didn't budge, she scowled and glared until Trudi finally moved her hand away from Lisa's intimate regions.
Trudi frowned but her recalcitrance was only momentary. She pinched Lisa's ass and slipped behind the bar. Giving them a friendly smile, she asked, "What can I get you ladies?" She placed two napkins in front of her and waited for their order.
"I think we'll try that new drink you concocted. What did you name it?" Taryn asked. She slid onto a barstool, motioning for Lisa to sit down beside her.
"Sugar, Spice and Not So Nice," Trudi replied, chuckling. She placed two glasses on the counter, her eyes never leaving Lisa's face.
"Are you sure you want to try this?" Trudi asked her.
Taryn felt the muscles around her neck and shoulders tighten. She felt that Trudi was infringing on her domain. "She's a big girl, Trudi.
If she doesn't want something, she'll say so. Won't you, Lisa?"
Lisa looked up, her eyes nearly black in the dim light of the bar.
She felt like a pawn, caught in a power play between these two very persuasive women. There was no question whom she wanted to please. "I'll try one," she said, smiling at Taryn.
A triumphant smile on her face, Taryn winked at Lisa. "We have some business to discuss." She watched as Trudi placed their drinks on the counter and gave Taryn a questioning look, but Taryn ignored it. "Better start a tab," she told her. "We might be here for a while."
She handed Lisa her drink, then started toward a table near the back.
Lisa felt her heart racing again. She knew there was some unspoken dialogue going on between Trudi and Taryn. What she didn't know was whether it had anything to do with her. She suspected it did and the thought caused her legs to tremble. She followed Taryn to their table and waited until she was seated. Once Taryn was settled, Lisa smiled and took a chair opposite her.