"You didn't mean what you said, did you?"
"What?"
"That you didn't swing?"
Meg blushed again. "I never have… yet. Is your husband here?"
"He's out of town. I don't usually come in here alone. There are too many guys like Eric around. But tonight I got lonely sitting at home alone."
"Are you… are you going to pick up a man?" Meg said.
"Never, not without Ralph along. Ralph's my husband. No, it's too dangerous with some of the kooks floating around."
Meg's head was swimming. Suddenly she realized what was going on. Sandra and her husband were part of the same scene as Harvey and Paula. She remembered that wild night in bed with the two of them. She remembered the gentle and expert way Paula had eaten her pussy.
She looked at Sandra with new interest. A woman really wasn't the kind of relief that she needed and wanted, but it might be safer.
The tall girl didn't miss her look. She slid off the stool. "Let's go in the back. Bring your drink!"
"What's back there?" Meg asked. She felt very foolish. At her age she had no idea what was going on.
"Movies… new one every week," Sandra replied. "I haven't seen this one."
The theatre part of the bar was very small and very dark. The seats were more like love seats, very wide and soft. As soon as her eyes adjusted she realized what kind of a movie it was. A man and two women were fucking on the screen. The sight of the big cock plummeting in and out of the girl's cunt had an immediate effect on Meg.
"Ever see a film like this before?" Sandra said, edging closer until her hot leg was pressed against Meg's.
"Once," Meg gulped, "at a party… it was a long time ago." She felt like an idiot. She also felt scared, but she was too embarrassed by her own ignorance to get up and leave. The soft thigh against her own was also turning her on more than she wanted to admit.
Meg falsely watched the screen for minutes that seemed like hours. What would be her next move? Would she make one? Meg half-hoped she would, half-hoped she wouldn't. Oh, this is childish, this is obscene, and she told herself.
Then Meg realized, as the screen momentarily brightened, that they weren't alone. Sitting directly in front of them she saw the handsome couple whose stool she had taken at the bar.
They were locked in a passionate embrace, nearly as heated as the scene on the screen. She tried to tear her eyes away from them, but the sounds they made kept drawing her back.
Soon, after a half-dozen long and silent kisses, the girl was moaning with need. A need that Meg fully sympathized with. She watched the two, forgetting the screen, but not entirely forgetting the girl in the seat next to her.
The man began playing with the girl. The girl was so excited, she appeared helpless. She didn't even resist when the man made her expose her breasts right there in the theatre. She pulled the blouse wide open so her tits showed completely, even tough it was obvious that both Meg and her neighbor must be watching. Then the man had his hand inside the girl's panties and was digging into her cunt.
Meg could not resist. She had to look at Sandra to her to see if she was really watching the couple, too.
She was, and she smiled at Meg's flushed expression.
"Quite a double feature we're seeing here, eh?" she whispered. Meg snapped her eyes back to the screen and did not answer.
When Meg looked down again, the girl was taking off her panties and holding her skirt up high, fidgeting in her seat.
By the motions of the man's arm, Meg could picture his fingers fucking in and out of the girl, the juice running out of her pussy.
Meg ached all over, just with the want to be in that seat instead of the girl.
It seemed that knowing he was being watched drove the man even harder. He redoubled his efforts. The girl was moaning openly and arching up in the seat as the man's head disappeared under her skirt. The girl was whimpering as she neared her peak, and Meg found that her own hand was pressing down hard on her crotch. She was wet down there. She could feel her own juices running down aver her thigh.
The girl was coming again and again and again, and Meg could not stop a small sound from escaping her own lips.
Sandra leaned over until her lips were in Meg's ear. "I wish I was doing to you what he's doing to her."
No, Meg thought, no, not again, not tonight, not with a woman. She looked up to see the girl on the screen sucking the man's huge, hard cock. That's what I want, she screamed to herself, I want a cock.
Sandra lifted one of Meg's hands to her breast. Meg gasped as she felt the woman's hard nipple in her hand. It throbbed in her palm and she was helpless to do anything but squeeze and knead.
"Want to?" Sandra asked, her voice low and throaty.
"Yes," Meg said, with what sounded like a sob in her throat.
"My place," Sandra said. "Do you have a car?" Meg nodded. "Good. Follow me."
CHAPTER FOUR
Meg's heart beat wildly with excitement as Sandra led her into the apartment.
"Ah, all right," Meg said. She still felt giddy from the bar, but the lust in her body was overcoming everything about the strange situation she found herself in.
Sandra made drinks and handed one to Meg, who took it with shaking hands.
"Hey, relax!"
"What?"
"Your hands… they're shaking like crazy. I won't bite you… at least, not yet," Sandra said, laughing as she sat beside Meg on the sofa. She sipped her drink, amused at Meg's reaction. "You think I'm a lesbian, don't you?"
"No… not really," Meg managed to say. "Just… maybe different."
"Different from what… you? Shit, Meg, admit it. You need it, I need it… we all need it. Relax." Meg took a deep breath. "Maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right. I like to fuck… men and women. I enjoy sex. It makes me feel whole."
Meg took a long drink from her glass as Sandra continued. "It strips everything away but the obvious. There's a wonderful feeling in being yourself, a delicious freedom in peeling away the phony inhibitions."
Meg watched with a mixture of excitement and fear. She felt giddy and confident. She knew she couldn't fail, she felt it in her blood. In a few minutes, Meg's apprehension would give way to a wild excitement when she realized what would actually happen. Sandra had been through it often enough before to predict her reactions.
First, she tried to put Meg at ease by getting her into a casual conversation about herself. She studied her meanwhile, probing with her eyes beneath the tight dress Meg wore.
"What are you thinking about?" Meg said.
"Just wondering," Sandra replied. "Wandering if your pubic hair will be thick and bushy, or soft and silken, whether your pussy will be tight and succulent or deep and enveloping."
"Jesus, Sandra!"
"Oh, shit! Admit it. You're hot as hell!"
Then it happened with such swiftness, even Sandra was startled by her own fierce aggressiveness. One moment she was sitting next to Meg, her knee gently pressing against the woman's outer thigh, and the next a wild, uncontrollable urge seized her, an overpowering desire that shattered her control.
She suddenly wound her arms around Meg and gave her a hard, passionate kiss, ramming her tongue between her lips. For a moment, the startled Meg moaned in protest and tried to push her away. But Sandra clung tightly to her breasts and her hot, wet mouth. She quickly slipped one hand beneath Meg's skirt, found the rim of her panties and probed with her fingers. She groped between her soft, hot thighs for a moment, then slid a finger into her moistness, feeling the woman's body suddenly stiffen.
Sandra began a gentle back-and-forth motion with her hand as she kissed Meg on the lips, then found her tiny swollen clitoris and stroked the tip of her finger against it.