The club was closing, so they loaded the merchandise into the van and Donna and Haley left to drive back to the hotel. Ellie had invited Hana and Jenny back to her house for a drink, and they had eagerly accepted; the invitation probably would have been extended to Donna and Haley as well, but they were worn out and wanted to call it an early(ish) night.
Stepping outside into the crisp, chilly night, Hana and Jenny followed Ellie on foot for a few blocks, into a residential neighborhood and to the front door of a huge, tacky McMansion. Alarm bells were ringing in Hana’s head as they entered — clearly this was Ellie’s parents’ house, and in the clearer light inside, Ellie looked younger than she had at the club. Hana’s policy was to take no chances with jailbait, especially in Texas.
As soon as the door closed behind them Hana spoke up. “Listen, Ellie, I hate to ask this, but, um... how old are you?”
“I’m 18,” said Ellie. “And don’t worry, my folks won’t be back till after New Year’s.”
“Sorry to be like this,” continued Hana, “but you wouldn’t have any, like, ID, would you?”
Ellie looked pouty but after few seconds she walked over to a bureau in an anteroom off the kitchen. Her birth certificate was in the top drawer, and she handed it to Hana with a bit of attitude. “Will this do?”
Hana looked at the birthdate, did the math, and handed it back to Ellie. “Sorry,” she repeated, “but you can’t be too careful.”
Ellie got over her sulk quickly, and led them to her father’s liquor cabinet, a towering wooden structure in a corner of the living room. When she opened the door they saw what had to be more than a hundred bottles of high-end liquor, most of them full or nearly full. Hana immediately developed a picture of Ellie’s father as the type who liked to brag about his fancy booze but didn’t really have the taste for it. He was probably a Bud Light drinker, really. But Hana would enjoy it properly.
“Help yourself,” encouraged Ellie. “He won’t miss it.”
Hana spotted a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue, which she’d never actually tasted before. She poured herself a generous glass and went to the kitchen to find ice. When she returned, taking a first delightful sip of the golden nectar, Ellie was standing there with a pile of records in her hand.
“I feel silly,” Ellie said, “but would you mind?” She handed Hana the records and a sharpie.
Hana was impressed — Ellie really did have all their records, including their first single, of which only 500 copies had been pressed. She signed them happily and handed them back. “Which one should we listen to?” asked Ellie.
“To be honest,” answered Hana, “I hear plenty of our music. What else do you have?”
Ellie pointed her to the stereo, an expensive-looking system with a top-of-the-line turntable. There was a shelf of records next to it, and Hana quickly happened upon a Marvin Gaye album. It took her a minute to figure out the stereo but she wasn’t about to ask for help, and soon enough the warm, sexy tones of the soul master were echoing through the house.
Hana sat down and sipped her whiskey as Ellie and Jenny picked out drinks for themselves. Then they were dancing, swaying slowly to the music like any carefree young women on a Saturday night. Was it Saturday? Hana sometimes lost track of the days when she was on the road. But who cares, thought Hana. She was drinking top-shelf booze and watching two beautiful 18-year-old girls shimmy to Marvin Gaye. It felt like Saturday night, that was what mattered.
* * *
Miss White and Jodie’s connecting flight had been delayed, and it had been fairly late when they arrived back at the Bellagio. They went immediately to bed and made love slowly and tenderly, after which Jodie quickly fell asleep with her head on the older woman’s shoulder.
Now Miss White sat with her phone in hand, swiping idly back and forth. Monika had sent some of the pictures she’d taken of the two of them, and Miss White was impressed. They were artful, sensuous shots and the rapport between Jodie and herself really came through, even though their faces were hidden.
Finally she sighed and sat her phone down, looking over at Jodie’s sweet, peaceful face. Though their time at Monika’s had been eventful and satisfying, it was kind of nice to be back to just the two of them. Miss White closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the arms of Morpheus.
* * *
Hana had been quite enjoying watching the two younger women dance, seeing them get closer and less inhibited as Marvin worked his magic on them. They seemed to have formed a partnership and were clearly putting on a show for her, looking over at her occasionally to gauge her reaction. She sipped her drink and tried to act cool, though she was getting pretty hot under the collar.
Although Ellie was trying her best to look sophisticated and sexy, Hana could tell that she was nervous and wondered if she had ever been with a girl before. Something about her said that she was sheltered and inexperienced, but eager to break free of the rules that bound her.
And in fact though Ellie had been fascinated with lesbians for years, she’d never been sure if she was one herself or she was just curious. Her father was a local Republican politician and she had never felt comfortable exploring her curiosity. Tonight, knowing that Hana and her bandmates were openly gay and attracted a lesbian crowd, she had been determined to let loose. But she hadn’t expected what had happened and couldn’t believe her luck. She was both extremely excited — her jutting nipples were clearly visible under her dress, and she could feel the gooey liquid squishing between her thighs — and a bit terrified.
But Jenny Baker, a veteran of Alpha Beta Delta and now on tour with an all-girl rock band, was not so shy. Soon she was squeezing Ellie’s boobs, then pulling the redhead’s dress down to let them spring free.
Jenny gaped. Ellie’s breasts were magnificent specimens, huge and taut and buoyant. She said a little prayer of thanks — whatever god had created them had done a fantastic job.
Just then the album side ended, and that broke the mood for a moment. Ellie went to turn the record over, tits bouncing alluringly with every step, and when she returned Jenny took her by the hand and sat her down next to Hana.
Jenny took a seat on the other side and, as “Let’s Get It On” purred from the stereo, she and Hana each leaned down to suck a nipple. It was almost a cliche but a good one — Ellie was soft and sweet, redolent of baby powder, and she moaned huskily as a mouth closed on each of her breasts.
Meanwhile Hana and Jenny had both slipped a hand into Ellie’s dress and they wiggled it down her sides until they were able to pull it all the way off. This left Ellie in only an adorable pair of little pink panties, and Hana slid a finger under them, then let it slide easily into Ellie’s sopping-wet hole.
Ellie gasped and her mouth fell into an “O,” which Hana met with a forceful-open mouthed kiss. Jenny was now licking and nibbling her neck, and she surrendered herself completely to the two more experienced women, feeling the last shred of inhibition fall away.
Again working together, Hana and Jenny slid Ellie’s panties down and off. She had an absolutely glorious flaming bush framing a delicious peachy-pink slit, and the only question now was who would get to taste it first. Hana and Jenny looked in each other in the eye for a moment, then Hana tossed her head to indicate that Jenny could go first. Jenny felt honored and privileged, and she favored Hana with a kiss before letting her head drop between Ellie’s legs.
As Jenny buried her head in Ellie’s crotch Ellie sank back against the couch cushions and let her legs fall all the way open. Hana took her empty glass and made another trip to the liquor cabinet, this time helping herself to a bourbon she knew to be quite pricy indeed. When she went for ice she held on to an extra cube, which she then ran across Ellie’s breasts, causing her to shiver and squeak just as down below Jenny was finding her clit.
Leaving Ellie just on the brink of climax, Jenny lifted her head and let Hana take her place. As Hana dug in Jenny pulled off her t-shirt and brought Ellie’s head to her chest. This first taste of another woman’s breasts, combined with Hana’s tongue wriggling away inside her, caused Ellie to explode into a thunderous orgasm, and she began to gurgle, sounding for all the world like a nursing baby.
A few minutes later, when Jenny pulled away from Ellie and went for a refill, Hana was leaning back against the arm of the couch, stark naked with her legs spread in invitation. Ellie gulped and Hana sipped her bourbon, calm, cool and collected, but with a steely look in her eyes. Slowly Ellie made her way down between Hana’s legs. The smell down there was musky and strong, and Hana rested a hand on the back of Ellie’s head encouragingly as she gathered her nerve.
Jenny returned just in time to see the pink tip of Ellie’s tongue make contact with Hana’s labia. Hana quivered and grinned lasciviously at Jenny, who put her drink down and wriggled out of her skirt. Sitting back down on the couch, Jenny began to finger-fuck Ellie as she licked Hana, causing the poor girl — who was a fumbling amateur after all — much delightful confusion.
Now Jenny took the belt from her skirt and wrapped it around Ellie’s neck, and with gentle pressure pulled Ellie’s head up from between Hana’s legs and guided it down between her own. Raising her glass to Jenny in salute, Hana sat back and sipped, idly teasing Ellie’s pussy with her big toe.
For a while Hana and Jenny took turns having Ellie service them, then they flipped her over onto her back. Jenny climbed on top for a 69 while Hana, regretting that she didn’t have her strap-on with her, took a trip to the kitchen. In the kitchen she found a thick, firm carrot.
Taken completely by surprise, Ellie shrieked as the cold vegetable slid into her. The sensation was both shocking and thrilling, and she began to groan rhythmically as Hana moved the makeshift phallus back and forth inside her. Then it was gone and Ellie grunted in frustration, then squealed as her mouth was filled with the carrot coated in her own juices.
Just then Jenny’s lips closed around Ellie’s clit and she was coming, dripping liquid onto Jenny’s face and onto her parents’ couch. But such proprieties were far from her mind now. She was happy to let herself be used by the two beautiful women, to be their shameless lesbian plaything, and she was rewarded with orgasm after orgasm. Finally she lay sprawled out on the couch, eyes half-open, as Hana and Jenny got dressed.
Ellie mumbled that they were welcome to spend the night, but Hana had visions of her parents coming home early and finding two strange women with their daughter. Hana and Jenny both kissed Ellie goodnight, Hana pulled a blanket over her, and they were gone. Outside they called an Uber and made their way back to the hotel, tired but happy.
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