“Well, what are you waiting for?” Carla asked curtly. “Answer it.”
Somewhat sheepishly, given the way she looked, Annabel went to the
door. Carla’s guest was a very pretty young woman about her same age
with brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses.
“Hey Courtney,” said Carla. “This is Annabel.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Courtney matter-of-factly, as if this was a
totally normal everyday interaction, as if Annabel had not answered the
door dressed in nothing but a bra that revealed her nipples and skimpy panties that her
blond bush was peeking out from underneath.
“You too,” said Annabel.
“OK then,” said Carla, “now that we’ve got the preliminaries out of the way, let’s get a bottle open.”
Carla had known Courtney for years; they had been in the same high
school class. But they had a strange relationship. They had slept
together quite a few times over the years, but Courtney still insisted
on maintaining that she was straight. She came from a very conservative
family and was in a deep state of denial about her sexual identity,
Carla thought. But every time she got a few glasses of wine in her, she
ended up in bed with a girl; Carla herself had been the beneficiary of
this phenomenon on more than one occasion.
Just the other night, at a friend’s party, Carla had run into Courtney for the first time
in a while. Courtney had been drinking white zinfandel and
they’d ended up fucking in one of their host’s spare bedrooms. The thing
of it was, because Courtney expressed her true desires so infrequently,
when she did, she really went all out. Carla had never had her pussy
licked like Courtney did it; the girl was a tiger in the sack. And she
was super-cute besides, with yummy tits and a sweet little rump.
Still, Carla found herself continually annoyed by Courtney’s state of denial. She didn’t like that Courtney couldn’t be true to
herself, and resented the implication that being lesbian was
wrong somehow. Carla flew her dyke flag proudly and looked down on people who
didn’t. She was happy to tell anyone, anywhere why she liked girls
better than boys; it seemed perfectly obvious and natural to her.
Even so, her recent experience with Courtney made Carla think it
would be worthwhile to get Courtney and Annabel together, open a few
bottles, and see what happened. In truth she was pretty sure what would
happen, but the fun was in the details.
For starters Carla opened a nice bottle of burgundy; no white zin was
going to be drunk in her house, even if it did help her get laid. She
poured a nice tall glass for Courtney and slightly smaller ones for
Annabel and herself, and they stood around talking in the kitchen as
Annabel finished cooking.
During dinner Carla noticed that Courtney’s gaze kept wandering over
to Annabel’s nipples, which were fully erect throughout the meal.
Courtney finished her wine and Carla refilled it; soon they had killed
the first bottle and started on a second. The more Courtney drank, the
more she fixated on Annabel’s boobs; not that Carla could blame her, as
they were quite stunning in that bra.
For dessert they had ice cream, and Carla couldn’t resist playfully
dabbing a little onto one of Annabel’s nipples and leaning down to
lick it off. Then she put a little on the other nipple and looked over
at Courtney, who was well into her third glass by now. Courtney licked
her lips and hesitated just a second before lunging at Annabel’s chest.
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