The other night Lo had another date with Heather. She and Heather went for dinner to an intimate little restaurant that seats no more than ten small tables. Lo had decked herself out in all her finery, primped her hair, put on some sparkling jewelry to attract Heather’s attention to her earlobes and neck, especially the plunging neck-line of her blouse and the voluptuous breasts that were pushed up by her one-size-too-small lace bra. She wore a short black skirt and the cutest black heels with peekaboo toes. Barelegged, pantyless, this night Lo was hoping for more action than on their first date.
Lo got to the restaurant right on time, but Heather was nowhere to be seen. Soon after being seated and telling the lovely hostess that she was expecting one more, Lo got a text message from Heather saying that Heather was stuck in some traffic and she would be there about fifteen minutes late. Disappointed, Lo ordered a martini and slowly sipped it with her luscious red lips. As she looked around, she saw all the beautiful couples (all hetero) seated at the tables engaged in conversation with each other. All Lo could think about was Heather and Lo began to get butterflies in her stomach and she felt wet between her legs. Slowly she inched her right hand down beneath the tablecloth and gradually slid her palm up her smooth, soft thigh to her awaiting clit and pussy. She gently pet herself and diddled her clit back and forth. As she did so, she became very self-conscious. Lo had always feared that her clit was abnormally large and this night she wondered what would Heather think. Would she find it to be an abbreviated man organ, or would she be turned on to the point of wanting to take the entire thing in her mouth and suck on it as if she were giving head? With these thoughts, Lo manipulated her clit and stroked her pussy lips just enough to arouse her to the point of moving in her seat, but not to the point of being satisfied.
She closed her eyes and pictured Heather in her mind. . . and at that moment she was startled by the gentle touch of Heather’s hand on her shoulder. She practically jumped in her seat and she got up to give Heather a hug, oblivious to the fact that her skirt was still hiked up. She flashed all the patrons for a brief instant before shooting her hand down to straighten out her skirt.
Heather sat down, unaware of anything out of the ordinary, and the two of them ordered drinks and began talking like old friends. Heather was catching Lo up with her latest run of dates. Since breaking up with her last girlfriend, Heather has been on the make for cock and, to that end, has used a match-making website to find frequent one-night-stands. Just about every date she goes on ends in coitus and so Heather was going through the list of men from that week and their various intimate characteristics and idiosyncrasies. Lo listened, riveted, for, since Lo and I have been together we have been monogamous — more or less. It was titillating to Lo to be able to live vicariously through Heather’s sexual encounters. She found herself mindlessly pinching her pussy with her fingers as Heather went into detail about cock sizes and various ways of taking them in her mouth, pussy, and ass. Lo wanted, at that moment, nothing more than to take Heather’s hips in her arms and hold her down as Lo ate her hot pussy, sucking out all the semen that had been shot in there in just that day alone!
They eventually ordered dinner and under the table Lo slid off her heels. Occasionally she casually rubbed her feet up against Heather’s shin, as if accidentally. Once she did this and then reached under the table and grabbed Heather’s knee and said, “Oh, was that you? I’m sorry.”
“I don’t mind,” responded Heather, alluringly.
They continued to talk over dinner and Lo went on about her relationship with me. Heather was particularly interested in the age difference and if it caused any difficulties with us. Lo told her that I am incredibly youthful for my age, but that the age difference is quite a turn on for her. As she said, “I never, ever thought I had ‘daddy issues,’ but I find the fact that he is so much older incredibly hot.”
Later that night they went to a dance club and were dancing together. At one point Heather had her arms around Lo’s waist and she slowly lowered them to Lo’s buttocks. Lo grew very wet and could feel her hot juices slowly dripping down the inside of her legs. But this gesture backfired for Lo. Soon a crowd of men was dancing around the two of them because nothing attracts the sharks like two guppies at play. Heather noticed that it was feeding time for these carnivores and she set herself to thinking about which cock she wanted most. Soon she decided on two finalists and she danced with them as Lo danced, half-heartedly, with some other guy. Heather’s dance moves grew more and more provocative — slithering down the front of one of the guys, grinding her ass into the other guy’s crotch — and Lo could only look on with longing.
After some time had passed and all parties were really sweating, Heather and Lo excused themselves and went to the ladies’ room. There Heather apologized to Lo, but said that she was going to go home with at least one of these guys and get fucked (even though this would be her third fuck of the day). She was just so hungry for cock. Lo said she totally understood and hid her disappointment well.
[Excerpt from the story, “Lesbian Fiction” as found in Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume I: Nymphomania and the Single Girl]