Excitement

Gina took a deep breath. It was time. "I think we should stop seeing each other," she said.

As she feared, Angie reacted as if she'd just shot her. "What?" she said.

Gina sighed. "It's over, Ang."

"But why?"

Gina looked around. The park was only lightly populated that afternoon, and no one was near them, but Gina was still nervous about anyone overhearing them. She briefly regretted not having done this somewhere private, maybe her place or Angie's, but that would have been even more problematic. She leaned towards Angie, who sat at the opposite end of the green bench.

"I just don't think we're compatible long term," Gina said.

"But, but we have fun together," Angie said.

Gina realized she was going to have to be a bit blunter unless this was to drag on all afternoon. "Angie," she said, "I'm sorry, but I'm bored. It's always boring between us. I need some excitement."

Angie gaped at her. "How can you say that?"

"I mean," Gina started, lost for words for a second, "what do we ever do? Watch TV? Go for walks? We hardly ever go out for meals even." That wasn't even to mention the nonexistent sex life, Gina thought, but she didn't really feel like bringing that up unless she had to.

"Work's just been stressful lately, that's all," Angie said. "It's temporary."

"It doesn't feel temporary."

"If you want to go out more, we'll go out more. Tell me what you want us to do, and we'll do it."

"I need more, Angie. It's not you, it's me. I just need more. I'm sorry." Gina got up to leave.

"Come on, babe," Angie said, "don't go. We can work it out."

"I'll call you, okay?" Gina said. She walked away before Angie could say anything else. She didn't look back until she was in her car. She saw Angie in the distance through her windshield; she was still seated on the bench, her head down. Gina swallowed her guilt and sadness, reminded herself that it was for the best, and drove away.

On the way back home, Gina told herself that she'd made the right decision. It would've been easy to stay with Angie; Angie was the safe choice. She didn't want safe. Her job was safe, her home was safe, her life was safe. She was sick and tired of safe. She was still young but not for much longer. Every new younger woman they hired at work reminded Gina that time was passing. And the sex with Angie really had gone stale. They couldn't keep their hands off each other at the start but as the months went on that became far less frequent. She still loved hanging out with Angie but that was something for old people. She wanted to have fun while she was still young.

She started with the classifieds but there was no success there. First off, she only met a small handful of women that way and never got past the introductory coffee at neutral location meets. Second, they were either overweight, too old, or usually both. She wasn't looking for a mother figure; she wanted someone close to her age. She also wanted someone that she found attractive; they didn't have to be svelte, but still. She told herself that she was being shallow and should be more open minded, but it didn't help; she wanted what she wanted -- someone who was sexy and who would make her feel sexy. Lastly, there was the one woman whose ad she answered who just seemed bizarre. They'd had one brief phone conversation to introduce themselves to each other. The woman had asked Gina if she was into bondage and that was that, as far as Gina was concerned, next candidate, please.

Somewhat reluctantly, Gina decided to try the bar scene. She wasn't a bar person, wasn't much of a drinker, but that seemed the next best option. She knew of a place through some of her friends, she'd never been there before herself, but she heard good things about it. She resolved to go out the coming Friday night. When Friday night arrived, she showered, shaved, she put on some nice clothes (but not too nice), and added a hint of nice perfume (but not too nice).

On the way out of the door she looked at herself in the mirror. "You're going to meet someone tonight," she told her mirror self, "and you're going to have the time of your life." Her reflection seemed to agree with her. It was settled, then. She grabbed her keys, and she was off.

The bar was located near the old warehouse district, next to large abandoned concrete shells that once were factories. Gina had the taxi drop her off outside the bar. A light snow was falling, and the forecast was for several inches overnight. She looked at the sign above the door that proclaimed the establishment, "Jo's Bar."

"Well," she said to herself, "here goes," and stepped inside

In the dim lighting she saw that most patrons wore shirts and slacks instead of a dress, like she was wearing. The bartender was both younger and skinnier than her, with short spiky hair, multiple earrings in each earlobe, and a black shirt that ended above her navel. Behind the bartender were numerous bottles lining the mirrored wall. Above the bottles were neon signs promoting PBR and Jägermeister. Finally, she saw no guys in the bar; she hadn't expected to see any, but it was a nice confirmation.

She ordered the house red. The bartender poured and took her money all with the same disinterested expression. Gina took a sip and was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't too bad. She sat at a small high-top table along the wall with her drink and waited. She whiled the time by sipping her wine, which tasted better with each sip.

Most of the customers were in pairs, either at other tables or at the bar, but there were one or two single women like herself. One of them was sitting at the end of the bar and Gina caught her looking at her once or twice. After a while, the woman got up and walked over to her. "Hi there," the woman said. "Are you with anyone?"

Gina saw that the woman had on a flannel plaid button shirt and blue jeans, with the sleeves rolled back. Her boots were black, and her dark hair was short and slicked back. Gina immediately characterized her as a stereotypical butch, but the woman had a pretty face and a kind smile. Also, she didn't mind butches.

"No," she said, "I'm not."

"Mind if I join you, then?"

"Not at all," Gina said, and gestured to the opposing chair.

"Thanks," the woman said and sat down. "I'm Darla."

"Gina. Nice to meet you."

"I haven't seen you here before."

"Decided it was time for me to get out of my apartment and meet new people."

"Good for you. Here, a toast -- to meeting new people." They gently touched glass to mug and drank.

"What do you do?" Gina asked.

"I'm a plumber," Darla said.

"Oh. Sounds like hard work."

"It is."

"I'm kind of jealous, I mean, I know it's not glamorous work, but I'm not very handy. I'm jealous of people who know how to fix things."

"Thanks. And yeah, I get my hands in all kinds of places," Darla said. Gina laughed at the crude joke. The woman was stereotypically dressed, with a stereotypical job and used the worst come-on line she'd heard in ages. But she was still intrigued by her. She was new, which meant exciting, which Gina was looking for. And she was handsome. And Gina bet that the woman really was good with her hands.

"You?" Darla asked.

"Clerk," Gina answered.

"Exciting," Darla said, laughing.

"I know, I know," Angie said, smiling. "But it pays the bills."

"That's what's important. Here's to paying the bills. Cheers." They had another drink and kept talking, Darla asking about Gina, Gina talking about what college she went to and what her hobbies were.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Darla got around to asking her.

Ah, here we go, Gina thought, preliminaries and over and we're finally around to the important stuff. "I'm just getting out of a relationship," Gina said.

"She was no good for you?"

"No, she was lovely, I mean, is lovely. It just wasn't the right fit, you know? I don't think I was good for her."

"You needed a change," Darla said.

"Yeah."

"The sex wasn't any good."

"I don't really want to get into that."

"You don't have to," Darla said. "If it was good, you wouldn't be here on your own. It's all right. There's nothing wrong with wanting something fun. Lucky for you, I'm fun."

Gina laughed but only half-heartedly. Talking about Angie had got Gina thinking about her ex. "Hey," she said, "do you know if there's a pay phone here?"

"Yeah," Darla said, "in the back."

"Great. Do you mind if I...?"

"Nah, no problem."

"Thanks." Gina got up and walked into the back of the bar, near the restroom. She put her quarter in and dialed Angie's number. Her answering machine picked up; Angie must be out someplace, she thought. She thought briefly of what message to leave, opened her mouth to start speaking, and then decided there was no point. She hung the receiver up and rejoined Darla.

She and Darla continued chatting for a while, with Gina asking about Darla and Darla talking a little about herself. She'd grown up locally, hadn't moved here from the sticks as Gina had. She talked a little about her job and her house. Darla admitted that she'd never had a long-term relationship, "not really," was the way that she'd phrased it to Gina. Gina was fine with that; she'd had that with Angie and had spent the last few weeks telling herself she was ready for a short-term relationship.

At one point, Gina looked over Darla's shoulder and noticed two women, an older and a younger woman, making out at another table. Darla noticed her gaze and looked behind her to see what had distracted Gina. She turned back to her with a big grin.

"Nice sight, ain't it?" she asked Gina.

"Yes," Gina said. She'd finished her second glass of wine at that point and was feeling her buzz.

"You just like looking or do you like the real thing?" Darla asked, keeping steady eye contact with Gina.

"I like the real thing," Gina answered, returning the look.

Darla smiled. "Good. Why don't we get out of here and go back to my place?"

"Yes," Gina said.

They walked outside. Darla took Gina in her arms and kissed her, a brief, chaste kiss. She then took Gina's hand and led her to her truck. They kissed again inside the cab before Darla pulled out of the lot. Her place was nearby, and the drive took only a few minutes. They almost could've walked there but between the cold and the light snow falling Gina was happy for the ride. Her house was a small two-story house with just a minimal patch of lawn on each side to separate it from the neighbors. They parked in the driveway and went into the house.

In the foyer they hung up their coats. Gina briefly took in the living room as she shucked her shoes. The décor screamed early 70's, and the TV set looked like it was from that decade as well. There was an orange rug down in the middle of the room with a green couch against the window and a blue armchair in the opposite corner facing the TV; piecemeal furniture acquired separately over time.

Darla took Gina in her arms and kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss. Gina sucked on Darla's tongue as it slithered into her mouth. Darla's hands slid down and squeezed Gina's ass through her dress. Her hands then rose and worked Gina's dress's zipper down, all the while continuing the kiss. Gina felt her dress slip off and puddle at her feet.

Gina pulled back, breaking the kiss. "You move fast," she said.

"You know what you came over here for," Darla told her, grinning. "Let's take this upstairs," she said. She turned and walked up the tight steep staircase and Gina followed. The master bedroom was immediately to the right. The only furnishings were a queen-sized bed with brass frame, a dresser, and a white rug atop the wooden floor. On the dresser were three little porcelain angels.

"Oh shit," Darla said suddenly, "I just realized I forgot something. You mind waiting here just a sec?"

"No," Gina said.

"Cool. Be right back." Darla went back down the stairs.

Gina looked around the room but there didn't seem much of interest. She went over to the far bedside table. She knew she shouldn't, but the opportunity was just too enticing for her. As quietly as she could, she slid the table's single drawer out just a few inches and peeked inside. A standard white vibrator lay inside along with a couple of old hand towels. Darla wondered if they'd get a chance to use that later in the night. She slid the drawer closed as quietly as she'd opened it, then resumed pacing in the center of the room while she waited.

After a minute Darla came back in the room and closed the door behind her. "What did you have to do?" Gina asked.

"Oh," Darla said, "just something I had to check up on. Now, where were we?" she said, advancing on Gina. She took Gina back in her arms and resumed kissing her. Gina felt Darla's hands on her back, then on her bra. There was a tug and a snap and then Darla pulled the bra off her, dropping it on the floor. She moved her mouth down and began kissing Gina's breasts. She focused on one at a time, cupping the breast and licking the nipple before sucking on it a moment, before repeating the process on the other breast, and back again. Gina swooned and would've fallen if not for Darla's arm around her waist holding up.

Darla dropped to her knees in front of Gina, tugging off the woman's panties. Gina dutifully stepped out of them and stood with her legs apart, completely nude in front of the still-clad woman she'd only known for a couple of hours. Darla ran her hands up Gina's thighs before pressing her face forward and kissing Gina's pussy. Gina sighed, threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her hands covered the top of Darla's head as the other woman began doing a fantastic job of eating her out.

Just as Gina was getting into it, Darla pulled away. She stood up and began undressing. Gina barely had a chance to take in the sight of her muscular body before Darla went over to the bed, threw the top cover off, and laid down on her back, legs spread wide. "My turn," Darla said, pointing at her crotch.

"Would you like me on top of you?" Gina asked.

"Nah, just get down there and get to work."

Gina had wanted Darla to help get her off first but no matter. She joined her on the bed, lying on her belly between the other woman's legs. Darla had large lips that were already nicely engorged. Gina dipped her head down and started licking, swirling her tongue around Darla's clit before dipping down to her entrance and then back again to the clit. It wasn't long before Gina's mouth was as wet as Darla's pussy. After a while she got tired and started to pull away, but Darla closed her thighs against Gina's head to signal her to continue. Gina did so, licking away for several more minutes before Darla gave a satisfied sigh and relaxed her thighs.

Gina wiped her mouth off with the back of her wrist and crawled up until she was lying next to Darla, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Gina lay her head against Darla's chest.

"That was great," Darla said, "You're very good."

"Thanks," Gina said. "Um, would you like to..."

"Let's just rest for a second."

Gina didn't say anything further, annoyed that the other woman had finished and she hadn't. She almost reached for the vibrator in the bedside table before realizing that she wasn't supposed to know it was there, so she stayed as she was. The two laid in bed for some time without talking.

Then the doorbell rang. Gina lifted her head from Darla's chest in surprise.

"I'll go down and see who it is," Darla said. She disentangled herself from Gina, got up, put on a robe that was hanging on the back of the door, and went downstairs. Gina listened as she heard the front door open and then close. She heard voices, not just Darla's, Darla and someone else. Darla had let someone else into the house. Then, footsteps coming up the stairs. Two sets of steps. Gina frantically covered herself with the bedsheet. She started to move towards her underwear lying on the floor but then the door opened, and she stayed under the sheet.

Darla walked in along with a second woman. The stranger had short-cropped blond hair, a wife-beater t-shirt, blue jeans, and a frown as she swept her grey eyes over Gina. She held a large red gym bag in one hand.

"Surprise," Darla said.

"What the fuck is going on?" Gina said.

"This is my friend," Darla said.

"Hi, bitch," the stranger said, dropping the bag on the floor.

"I didn't agree to this," Gina said.

"How is she?" the stranger asked Darla, ignoring Gina.

"Fun," Darla said.

Gina shivered. "I'd like to get dressed now," she said.

The women ignored her statement. "I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted," Darla said and then she left, closing the door behind her and leaving Gina alone with the stranger.

"Let's get a better look at you," the stranger said. She came over to the side of the bed, reached down, and grabbed the sheet. Gina tried to hold onto it, but the stranger was too strong; she ripped the sheet out of Gina's hands. Gina trembled uncontrollably as the stranger's eyes roved over every inch of her.

"Roll over," the stranger said.

Gina didn't move. The stranger leaned over and slapped her across the face. It wasn't a hard slap, but it hadn't been all that soft, either.

"Roll over," she repeated.

Gina rolled over. She felt the stranger grab her ass and spread both cheeks wide; heard an approving murmur as Gina could almost feel the woman's gaze on her anus. A fat finger circled her asshole and pressed in slightly before retreating.

The hands left her body and Gina looked over to see what was happening. The stranger was undressing. She had a big build with thick thighs and a small but noticeable belly. Her breasts were large but lay flat against her chest with pink nipples.

"Please don't hurt me," Gina said.

The stranger bent over and opened her gym bag, rustling around in it. When she straightened back up, Gina let out a groan of dismay. The stranger was holding a strap-on and harness in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. She started stepping into the harness. The white smooth dildo with only a small, rounded head didn't look too large to Gina; it wasn't small, but she thought she could take it.

"All fours," the stranger said, tightening the straps around her waist to hold the apparatus in place.

Gina hesitated but then saw the stranger scowl and start to move toward her. Rapidly Gina assumed the position, body perpendicular to the headboard, her face just over the edge. The stranger stepped over to Gina. She stood so close to Gina that the tip of the dildo was right in front of her face; she could see the fake veins molded into it. Then the stranger grabbed her by the chin and tilted her head so that she was looking up into her face. In her other hand she held the small bottle.

"Here's the deal," the stranger said, "you cooperate, I use the lube, make it all nice for you. Understand?"

Gina did her best to nod with the other woman still holding her chin.

"You're going to be a good girl then?"

Again, Gina did her best to nod.

The stranger grunted approvingly, uncapped the bottle, and started squeezing its contents onto the toy. When she finished, she walked around the bed, disappearing from Gina's view. Then Gina felt the mattress depress as the stranger climbed on the bed behind her, felt the stranger's hands on her hips, felt the silicon tip nudge her vagina. Gina's only grateful thought in that moment was that at least the woman wasn't going to take her anally after all, something that she'd feared since the other woman had spread her ass.

Gina exhaled loudly as the dildo pushed inside her. The instrument moved back and forth inside her, going a little deeper on every stroke. After several moments the woman bottomed out inside Gina, and then the fucking began in earnest. The stranger's hips rhythmically slapped against Gina's butt as Gina kept her head down. It wasn't that bad, Gina told herself; if she hadn't been so terrified, she might have even enjoyed it.

"I want to hear you say, 'fuck me'," the stranger said.

"What?" Gina said.

The stranger slapped Gina on her ass, hard. "I said, I want to hear you say, 'fuck me.'"

"Fuck me," Gina said.

The stranger used Gina's hair as reins to pull her head back. "Say, 'fuck me hard.'"

"Fuck me hard."

"Fuck me like a whore."

"Fuck me like a whore," Gina repeated, eyes moist.

The stranger picked up the pace, fucking Gina at a faster tempo, with Gina having no recourse but to take it. Gina gasped, sighed, and moaned, unable to remain quiet. Finally, the cessation of motion, with the fake phallus buried inside her, and a satisfied grunt from the stranger let her know that it was over.

Gina stayed in place even after the woman withdrew, scared of doing anything that might displease the woman. She heard buckles being undone, then the thud of the harness dropping onto the floor. She looked over to see the stranger put her shit and underwear back on, but nothing further.

"Get up," the stranger said, "we're going downstairs."

"Let me put my panties on," Gina said.

The stranger slapped her ass. "Just go," she said. Gina hung her head and walked out the bedroom door and down the stairs, the stranger right behind her.

Darla was sitting on the couch in a robe, watching a baseball game on TV and drinking a beer. "How was she?" she asked her friend.

"All right," the stranger said.

Gina was looking around. "Where are my shoes and dress?" she said.

"You'll get them back when you leave," Darla said. "Now why don't you come over here and please me some more?" She opened her robe and spread her legs wide. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

The stranger pushed Gina, who stumbled forward over the faded rug until she was in front of Darla. Hands on her shoulders pushed her down until she was between Darla's legs. Hands on her head pulled her forward and held her there as she ate out Darla's cunt for the second time. As she dutifully licked away, she heard the TV still on in the background.

When she was finally released, Darla helped her to her feet and had her sit beside her on the couch, her bare bottom against the cushion. The stranger was sitting in the armchair, drinking a can of beer.

"Did you want something to drink?" Darla said.

"I'll go to the police," Gina told her.

"Oh?" Darla said, "And what are you going to tell them?"

"I will," Gina repeated, with shaking voice.

"No," the stranger said between sips from her can. "You won't."

Gina didn't respond to that, didn't bother to deny it. The three of them sat there like that for a while, watching the home team decisively beat the visitors. Then the stranger put down her beer, got up, and walked back upstairs. Gina waited until she was all the way on the second floor before asking Darla, "What's going to happen to me?"

"Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you or anything. We're going to have some more fun and when we're done you leave. You should try to relax and enjoy it. This is what you wanted, after all."

"I didn't want this."

"Sure," Darla said, smirking. Her smile didn't seem so nice anymore.

"I don't know her name," Gina said. "She fucked me, and I don't even know her name."

"You don't need to know."

The stranger walked back down the stairs. She had stripped off her shirt and panties and had put the strap-on back on. It glistened with a fresh application of lube.

"Oh," Gina said. "Oh no."

Darla stood and, grabbing Gina's arms, pulled her up off the couch. The women turned her around and knelt her on the couch, her knees on the cushion's edge, legs wide apart. Gina put her hands on the back of the couch as Darla's hands pushed her to bend over. She could see through the small gap in the drapes that outside the snow was coming down heavy.

Gina felt hands on her ass again, fingers spreading lube on her anus. Other hands stroked her back and fondled her breasts.

"Please," Gina said. "Please no."

"Shhhh," Darla said as the dildo pressed against Gina's back door.

Gina didn't want this. She didn't want any of it. She wanted to be away from there, back with Angie, in Angie's arms. Angie who was always there for her, Angie who never hurt her. She pictured Angie's curls, the way that she'd swing her hips to her favorite songs when they'd play on the radio. That's what Gina wanted, to be back in Angie's apartment with Angie. She wanted Angie.

The fake cock began pushing inside Gina's ass. "Oh god," she cried out.

Darla laughed. "Take it," the stranger said, and that's what Gina did.

Inside the house, out of sight behind closed doors and windows, out of earshot behind solid walls, a woman was sodomized. Outside the house, in the wan yellow light of streetlamps, snow fell, inch after inch. It went on for some time.

Gina worked the next several days in a sore daze. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. She didn't want to think about it. She wanted to just focus on work, tried to just focus on work, but so much of her work could be done by rote, almost by muscle memory, that she invariably thought back constantly to that night. She remembered a deep shame that she hadn't known was possible. She remembered the animal noises that she hadn't been able to stop herself from making. She remembered their taunts and laughter. She remembered them slapping her ass, breasts, face. She remembered the texture of their assholes against her tongue.

Several evenings later Gina was sitting alone at home, a mostly empty glass of wine in front of her as she continued to fret over her choice. She'd had the idea earlier in the day and she'd spent several hours going back and forth over it in her mind. She kept telling herself that it was a bad idea. She also didn't care. It was what she wanted, what she needed. She tossed back the last of the wine, picked up the phone, and dialed the number that she knew by heart. It rang once, twice, thrice, and then was answered.

"Angie?" Gina said. "Hey, it's me."