I took a long pull from my drink before I said, “Would you like to make love to a woman again?”
Tammy looked at me for a moment. She sat her glass down on the table. “I would. My husband is an excellent lover but…I mean, really, it has nothing to do with him. I just miss the feel of a woman. The softness. The sexiness. Maybe even the whole taboo aspect of it. So, I’d have to say, yes, I would like to make love to a woman again. What about you?”
“Me? What?” I asked. I was playing the avoidance game again.
“Oh, come on, Gail. I just spilled my guts to you about something very personal and you keep avoiding the issue. Now, why is that?” Her words held suspicion.
I got up and walked over to the counter to pour myself some more lemonade. I thought it would be easier to respond to Tammy’s questions if I didn’t have to face her. With my back to her, I said, “Yes.”
I heard Tammy turn around in her chair. I kept my face to the wall.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I have had lesbian encounters and, yes, I’d like to continue to do so.”
“I thought you had done some dabbling.”
“Why did you think that?”
“Because of the way you look at me sometimes. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at some of the other moms in the group. It’s like you’re touching us with your eyes. Soft and tiny caresses.”
“Oh.” That was all I managed to say.
Tammy’s chair rubbed against the floor. I heard her coming toward me but I remained as I was; my back to her, my face to the wall. Then I felt her breath on my neck and her pussy on my ass. Her hands were wrapped around my waist. My heart pounded. I couldn’t breathe.
“You know, Gail,” Tammy said softly in my right ear. “I was thinking, it could be you. You could be my next lesbian experience. Would you like that?” Her right hand slipped down toward my crotch.
“Yes,” I said.
I rolled my head back and closed my eyes. Slowly, she stroked the lips between my thighs. I gasped, leaned into her and parted my legs. Tammy reached in further. She fondled my pussy deeply and gently. It felt good. I moved to her rhythm. My vaginal lips swelled and filled with moisture. She pressed her fingers into my wet pussy and pressed her cunt into my wanton ass. Her stroke hastened. I pumped faster. I was in a frenzy. I’d dreamed of this moment since the first time we’d met. Now, my wish was being fulfilled. Our movements quickened still. Tammy rode my ass like a rodeo cowboy and I fucked her hand steadily. She lifted my halter top at the waist and squeezed my breasts and nipples. My nipples hardened to her touch. My pussy and panties were drenched. I was so close to coming.
“Ahh, yes, Gail. Yes,” Tammy said. “I’m finally fucking you.”
Apparently, it was a shared dream. Her words resonated right through me and I came with a fury immediately after they were spoken. I collapsed onto the countertop. Tammy continued to pump her pussy into my further protruded ass.
“Yes, I’m fucking you, Gail,” she said. “I…am…fucking…you!” She accentuated each word with firm, forward thrusts. Her hand still worked on my pussy and I continued to spasm. Tammy’s humping quickened still.
“Gail. Oh, Gail. I’m coming,” she said. “I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming. Yes! Oh, yes.”
Tammy came, nearly lifting me off the floor with every thrust. Then she fell over on top of me. We stood this way for awhile. We caught our breath and listened to the children playing upstairs. Finally, we stood up. I turned around to face Tammy. I looked at her. She looked at me. We grabbed and embraced each other. Our mouths clamped together, like magnets, in a deep, lingering kiss. When we pulled apart, Tammy said, “We must do that again…soon.”
I smiled. I kissed her gently on the lips, this time savoring the taste of her.
“Yes. I agree. But when? Where? I mean, I’d like to make love to you. All of you.”
“Yes, I’d like that, too.” Tammy thought for a moment. “Hey, what about Saturday? Are you free?”
“I’m free, but our husbands will be home.”
“We’ll tell them it’s moms’ night out. We’ll get a hotel room and indulge ourselves fully,” Tammy said.
“That sounds like a plan,” I said. “I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I,” she said. A long, lingering kiss was our handshake.
Saturday finally arrived. The morning and afternoon proved busy for me with errands, art classes for the kids, and fencing practice. But all the while my thoughts were on that night and Tammy. The experience we had shared in her kitchen was exhilarating. When my husband made love to me two days after my tryst, I had thought of Tammy. His tongue was her tongue. His hands were her hands. His dick, her pussy. Thank God, it was Saturday because I wanted more!
As the evening approached, I was uncertain about what to wear. It was a June night; around eighty degrees and a slight breeze blew. I wanted to look sexy for Tammy but not too sexy so as to be questioned by my husband. I decided to wear a plain, softly pleated, blue skirt and a white sleeveless top. Underneath, I wore a frilly black satin bra and thong with garters and stockings. I felt sexually ripe. I wondered what Tammy would wear. I pictured her in a candy apple red, laced teddy. The color, a beautiful contrast against her deep, dark skin. I saw her lying back on the bed, legs spread, her pussy glinting in the light. I had to stop imagining and focus. Time would bring us together soon.