Sue and I had Martinis, and the bird behind the bar made sure they carried the proper amount of the best dry gin she had in the place. We sipped our drinks and looked the place over… It was one big queer affair and I don't think there was a hetero in the place. You will notice I didn't say normal or abnormal, because I can't make a very clear distinction between the two of them (as you know from my previous accounts).
Neither Sue nor I were downright lesbian, but we liked to have sex with another woman just as much as we liked to have it with a man. That sort of attitude didn't really classify as “normal”… if there is such a thing.
But most people sitting in this joint were plain homosexual, and that includes our two friends, Tommy and Ricky, who still had not shown up, but both Sue and I were going to do our best to get them out of it a little…
The whole subject had become a matter of prestige to us and we wondered what was going to come out of it. In the meantime, we were still sitting in this queer bar, waiting for them to arrive. We decided to have some fun with the dykes in the joint and if necessary supply ourselves with some company for later at night.
Looking around the place we noticed two regular bull-dykes sitting at a table in the far corner. I looked at Sue and she signaled me to go ahead. I looked at them again and slowly opened and closed my eyes like some sort of movie star from the early thirties. This immediately had the desired effect. Like one woman, or should I say one man, they raised themselves from their seats and came over to the bar. Taking a stool on each side of the two of us, they looked us over. They must have liked what they saw, for they immediately called the dyke behind the bar and without asking whether we wanted another drink they ordered her to give us a refill.
“What did I tell you,” the bar-girl said, mixing our drinks. “I told you two you could get anything free here in this place… and there you have it…”
“Normally we are not used to drinking with strange people, but since this seems to be the normal procedure here we don't want to be awkward, so if you will be kind enough to introduce us we will be much obliged…” This was Sue, trying to act her haughtiest…
The barmaid smiled, and looking at the two dykes she said:
“Well, of course, my dear… this is Joan… and what is your name?”
“Mitzy,” I told her. “And my friend's name is Sue…”
“Joan, this is Mitzy… Berta, this is Sue… Sue, this is Berta…”
So we were introduced. Joan happened to be a rather slim looking dyke, wearing a pair of faded jeans, but by the blouse she was wearing, as well as the shoes, I could tell she must be loaded with money. Berta, sitting at Sue's side, was somewhat older and rather bulkily built… but her clothes were just as expensive and this could be an introduction worth making…
“Why don't we take our drinks over to our table and become better acquainted with one another?” Joan said-her friend Berta immediately agreed.
Sue and I didn't object to this proposition, and to be honest, why should we? Ricky and Tommy had not shown up and while we waited we might as well try to spend our time as pleasantly as possible…
We went over to the table and Joan, who had picked me as a partner for the night, seated herself beside me, coming as close to me in the booth as possible. Sue was at the other side of the table with Berta-a similar situation. They ordered more drinks and told the barmaid not to bother us for some time. This one didn't look too pleased with what was going on, but she could do nothing about it since the two dykes must have been very good customers…
Well here we go, I thought. I wonder what their first move is going to be like. Joan pressed her leg against mine, and talking about nothing in particular, she rubbed her knee against mine. Sue looked at me, and from the little wink she gave me I learned she was being warmed up in the same way.
“You don't look like a girl who has been around much, Mitzy,” Joan said, rubbing my leg harder…
“I don't think I know what you mean, Joan,” I said, keeping my face as innocent as possible, but to myself I thought, “That's what you think, my dear, and I'm not going to make you any wiser…”
From the other side of the table I could see Sue almost choking in her drink when she heard my answer.
“Oh, that's what I like,” Joan said, “fresh and innocent girls, but surely with your looks, you can't be all that innocent. What about your friends… you two look pretty close to one another… surely you don't just go out together… there must be something more between the two of you… something more substantial! Tell me, do you two share the same room?
“Oh yes, we certainly do… if we feel like it… and sometimes we feel a lot like it…”
“And when is that, my dear Mitzy… and why is that?”-
“What do you mean, Joan? Why and when? Sometimes we just need each other and we sleep in the same bed,” I said, trying hard to make my voice sound innocent.
“So you do sleep in the same bed then. When you feel the need to do this… come on now… don't put me on… you surely do what all girls do then…”
“Do you mean, do we please one another, Joan?”
“Damn you, you little teaser… of course that's what I mean…”
“What, is so very special, Joan… doesn't everybody do this?”
“If that's what you think, how about you and me sharing a bed tonight?”
“It's hardly the right time to propose a thing like that, is it? Why don't we have another drink and get to know each other a little better? It's so nice talking to you, but there is something else you will have to know. Sue and I don't want to be separated from each other. So if we are going to do anything like you proposed just now, it is going to be the four of us or else the whole thing is off. Take it or leave it… whatever you want…”
“Take it or leave it,” Berta said. “You two have it all planned, haven't you… and we thought you were so innocent… but this sounds more like two very experienced girls…”
“That's not true, Berta,” Sue said. “We have no experience at all, and besides, what kind of experience do you mean? Surely you don't need a hell of a lot of experience to kiss one another, now do you?”
“Do you mean to say that is all you two do? Kiss one another? Just that and nothing else? I don't believe it… there must be something more between the two of you…”
“What more is there to do?” I butted out again. “Is there anything else we could do… anything nicer…”
“You two must be putting us on… nobody can be as stupid or innocent as all that! Don't tell me you never feel each other's pussies…”
“Oh, what is that… feel each other's pussy? Is that nice? Do you hear, Sue… they want us to feel each other's pussy… did you ever think about that?”
“Did I ever think about feeling your pussy… and how… and I licked it as well… and loved doing it,” Sue said, breaking the little game.
At first they looked surprised at this, when Sue came out with the truth all of a sudden, but soon they showed they were good sports…
“You two almost had us believing you for a time. Thank God it's not as bad as all that! Let's have another drink…”
Still laughing, we had another drink. Joan was a lot closer to me now, and the same was true of Berta and Sue. Joan wasn't pressing her knee against mine any longer-instead, she had her hand under my mini-dress. She was so close to my cunt that I almost cried out for her to get it over with-stick them in and give me a good frig.
I had placed my hand on her jeans and I thought she had been very wise to wear men's jeans instead of lady's ones. It didn't take me very long to open her fly; getting into her panty from the top, I played with the curly hairs covering her cunt. She opened her legs for me and at the same time she slipped the crotch of my panty away from my cunt. Her fingers dipped between the slippery lips that were opening under her fingers.