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Finding Inspiration Pt. 01

Finding Inspiration

A Ladies in Love Romance

By Magda McKune

Part One

CHAPTER 1

I glanced up from the white leather sofa as Marsha Bowers brought me a glass of red wine. "I'm glad you could stop and see me, Julie," she said, sitting in the matching overstuffed leather armchair across from me.

"When my literary agent calls, I come running," I smiled graciously. "Not that I have such a cram-packed social calendar anyway."

The woman nodded soberly. Marsha was an attractive woman, a few years older than me. She had wavy long brown hair, a decent figure, and a cute face. Marsha rarely wore makeup. She looked fine without it. I didn't wear much myself even though I was rapidly approaching my mid-thirties and starting to show a wrinkle or two on my face. I never had to impress anyone or look attractive for a partner, mainly because there weren't any significant men in my life. There never had been. I suppose that was okay with me. I'd grown used to being a single woman on my own in the big city.

"I finished the manuscript for your next book," Marsha stated unemotionally.

"And?"

"Oh, it'll be a best-seller just like the rest. Any novel with the name Julie Jensen on the cover is bound to be a success."

"But you hate it."

"I don't hate it. The plot is good and the story moves along at a steady pace, but the characters are a bit dry."

"Dry?"

"Lifeless, without passion."

"Yes well, you know I prefer to concentrate more on the storyline than on character development."

"I realize that. Listen Julie, you and I have been friends and partners a long time, so I know you won't be defensive by what I am about to say. You need to put more passion into your characters."Finding Inspiration Pt. 01 фото

I stared at the wine glass in my hands. "Since you know me so well, you know I'm not a very passionate kind of person."

"That's part of the reason I invited you to come to my apartment this evening. I wanted to discuss that particular matter with you."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Discuss what matter?"

"You need to get some love and excitement into your life, Julie."

"Sure, but how?"

"When was the last time you got laid?"

"What!"

"I'm serious. You need to find a romantic interest in your life. Your characters feel no passion because their author does not feel it. You need to get a boyfriend or a lover or a gigolo in your life. Get yourself some excitement, girl."

"I am not going to jump into bed with a strange man merely for the sake of selling books."

"Well then, jump into bed with one for the sake of expanding your horizons. Your novels are great stories, but they can be so much more if the audience feels empathy and a connection with the characters. People are often driven by their passions and emotions. You need to feel those passions yourself in order to pass them on in your stories."

"So that was your plan for getting me to your apartment? You intend to hire a gigolo to come over and woo me?"

"If that's what it takes."

I chuckled and shook my head as I sipped my wine. "You're utterly amazing, you know that?"

"All right then, how about this? You hire a gigolo to tell you about his sexual experiences. You can learn about passion and romance vicariously through his tales of ribald conquests."

I laughed. "Hire a stud as a sex consultant! That's rich!"

Marsha returned a wry smile. "I admit it is a tad on the absurd side, but you get my point. This scheme is not just for the sake of your stories, either. I want you to be happy and have some love in your life. Being alone is not good for you, Jules."

"You're alone."

"That's different. I was married for six years. I'm alone now because that limp-dick bastard Tom ran off with his massage therapist and left me a bundle of cash in the divorce settlement. But at least I know what sex and intimacy are. You need to discover what it means for yourself."

I sighed dolefully. "I see you are not going to let this drop until you get your way."

"Great!" She took a drink of her wine. "How about this for a game plan? We get a little loose on cheap cabernet and then go to a bar I know downtown. It's called the Meet Market. It's where singles go to hook up with other singles."

"And where lonely women go to get picked up by strange men."

"You don't have to get picked up. We'll meet some nice guys and have some laughs. I don't expect you to jump into bed with some strange man on the first night."

"What a relief."

"You meet someone nice and if you hit it off, you go to dinner or out for a drink somewhere. That's how you learn about romance."

"You make it sound so simple."

"And you make the whole process out to be more difficult than it has to be. You're an attractive woman, Julie. You are only alone because you choose to be. If you would let someone love you, your life would be so much richer."

"And you could sell more of my books."

"See? We both win!"

I laughed. "Okay. Let's get drunk and go prowling for some hot studs!"

The Meet Market was a hopping place. It had a long bar along one wall and lots of small round tables scattered about, accommodating two to four people at each. I suppose having small tables emphasized the general concept. A singles joint was not intended to be a place for large group outings or business meetings.

It was dimly lit but not too dark. I imagine that was in order to offer a dash of intimacy, while at the same time allowing patrons to not be so readily recognized if they preferred to remain discrete. Contemporary rock music emanated from some ethereal location, but wasn't so loud as to be a distraction. It was merely to provide a bit of congenial atmosphere, as well as cover the hushed intimate conversations going on at the tiny tables.

Marsha and I alit onto the stools at one of the small round tables along the right of the room. Our perch allowed us a nice view of the entire area. A waitress wearing a short black apron over black slacks and a white tuxedo shirt appeared to take our drink order.

"I'll have a screwdriver," Marsha said.

"The same for me too, please."

The waitress nodded and vanished into the crowd.

"Isn't this fun?" my companion grinned, resting her hand on my sleeve.

I glanced around. There were dozens of men and women in the place. I noticed several of the men scoping us out as possible dates and a few of the women checking us out as possible competition. "I think they got the spelling of the name wrong on the shingle outside," I snorted under my breath. "I feel like a piece of meat being eyed by a pack of wolves."

Marsha laughed. "Relax and have some fun. You don't have to go home with any of these guys. It's kind of like window shopping -- check out what's available before you buy."

The waitress delivered our drinks and Marsha paid for us. A tall, dark, and handsome man sauntered over to our table. He appeared to be in his mid forties with short curly black hair and a phony tan. Spray on or tanning bed was my guess. He smiled a prefect row of white teeth and leaned close beside me, resting his palm on the table. "I haven't seen you in here before."

"This is my first time."

He looked at Marsha and back at me. "My name is Tony."

I nodded. "Well Tony, my friend and I are not looking for a cheap fast fling with the first handsome guy who comes along, so you can put your testosterone on ice."

Tony's smile never wavered. "What could possible give you that impression about me?"

"First of all, you are much too good looking to need to come to this kind of place. Women probably fall over themselves for you wherever you go. So you come here to get laid by complete strangers and cheat on your wife." I inclined my head to indicate his hand on the table. "You should probably remove your wedding ring before going into the tanning booth next time."

The man glanced at the band of white on his fourth finger. "You got me. I am married and am not interested in a long-term relationship. So now that we have that out in the open, what do you say?" He returned a bright toothy grin. "You did mention that I was good looking and I happen to find you to be a very attractive woman."

"Sorry, Tony." I picked up my drink and took a sip. "Thanks for the compliment, but I'm not interested."

Tony shrugged apathetically. "You can't fault a man for asking." He nodded to my companion and sauntered away.

"Of all the nerve!" Marsha huffed.

"Yes. A married man coming on to me. What cheek!"

"I didn't mean that! I meant he had a lot of nerve for not trying to pick me up after you turned him down."

I frowned at her. "Seriously, you weren't interested in him, were you?"

"No. But a lady likes to be asked nonetheless."

The evening wound on without either of us managing any success. Our waitress delivered another round of drinks. "Wait a minute," I protested. "We didn't order these."

The girl pointed to a table with two men -- one slender and blonde and the other stout with graying hair. "Compliments of those two fellows over there."

Marsha smiled and raised her glass in a toast to them. "See? I told you this would be fun," she said. "You meet lots of nice men and they buy you booze all night. What a sweet deal."

I took a gulp of my drink. "They only want to get us drunk so we'll fall for their bullshit lines and go home with them. That doesn't sound overly romantic to me."

"Don't be so uptight. Buying a drink for a lady is merely a form of introduction. A way of breaking the ice, so to speak."

"I suppose you're right."

The two men who bought us the drinks came over to our table. I was secretly hoping I would get the blonde one, although it truly didn't matter. I wasn't going to go home with either one of them. The blonde man stepped up next to me. I decided to set things straight with him before he got his aspirations too high. "I hope you realize that buying a lady a drink does not entitle you to any special favors."

He returned a wry smile and offered his hand. "Does that include asking you to dance?"

I didn't have a comeback for that. I smiled and graciously accepted his invitation, leaving my partner with his stout companion.

The man led me to the dance floor. A mellow soft rock tune was playing over the speakers. He put his palm on my hip and held my right hand in his. I rested my free hand on his shoulder and we swayed to the music. "I'm Chet," he smiled sweetly.

"Julie."

"Julie Jensen, I know. I recognized you from your photo on the back of your books."

I gave him a curious look. "Surely you don't read the kind of novels I write?"

Chet laughed and turned me in step with the music. "I don't readily admit it, but yes. I love your writing style. Your characters indulge in such witty banter and your use of metaphor is surprisingly refreshing."

I chuckled and relaxed a tad. "Normally my books are more for the female audience. I find it somewhat startling that you not only read my work, but you are familiar enough with my books to recognize me in a crowd. Very impressive."

We danced closer together and he slipped his hand around my side to the small of my back. "So what brings you here?" he asked. "Research?"

"You're not too far from the truth," I laughed. "My friend Marsha asked me to come here with her so that I could discover an element of romance that is missing from my characters."

"Ah yes," Chet sighed ruefully. "They do tend to be a bit lifeless at times." The man looked into my eyes. "Merely a literary observation."

"Duly noted."

"I hope I didn't mess up my chances of success with you by saying that."

"That all depends on what your idea of success happens to be."

Chet smiled. "Simply to be available should this famous author need to do further research for her character development."

"Very diplomatically worded."

"Thank you." He turned me and performed a small dip in his arms. "So, have you discovered it yet?"

"Discovered what?"

"That elusive romantic element you were seeking by coming here."

I returned a wry smile. "Possibly. But it all depends on you, doesn't it?"

"On me?"

"Of course. I need a subject to study in order to perform the proper research now, don't I?"

"I imagine so." We danced some more and I slid my hand around his back, my chest pressed lightly to his. I knew my forward actions might be sending him signals that I was willing and available, but I didn't care. I felt emboldened by the abundance of booze I had consumed and the naughtiness of teasing a potential lover. "I'm leaving in the morning," Chet stated evenly.

"Leaving for where?"

"Saudi Arabia. I have a business interest there. Probably be gone four months at least."

I stiffened slightly. "I see."

"I thought I should tell you before this evening got too far along."

"Yes."

Chet leaned back and stared into my eyes. "We can leave here if you want. Go somewhere a bit more private if you like."

I shook my head. "I'm not looking for a one-night stand, Chet. I don't think you want me to be that kind of woman either. But I would like to get your address. Maybe you could write me from time to time. Long distance relationships can be quite romantic."

"Yes, they can." He leaned down and gave me a small peck on the lips. I don't recall any man ever kissing me like that before. It was strange and not all that unpleasant, but I didn't feel anything from it. No chemistry, no sexual arousal or excitement. Maybe I was expecting too much. After all, it was just a kiss and I had very little reference to judge what kind of reaction I was supposed to have anyway. Maybe my expectations were too high. Or maybe Chet was just plain lousy at kissing.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Well, we certainly can't have a long-distance romance without a proper sendoff, now can we?"

"I thought ours was supposed to be a purely platonic relationship, like Jane Austin. Romantic yearnings from afar."

"A man has to have something to keep him warm at night."

"You're going to Saudi Arabia. It's plenty warm at night as it is."

Chet laughed. "You got me there."

"You can get my email from my website. I'd like to hear from you and find out how you are keeping warm on those cold Arabian nights."

The man smiled and nodded. "Perhaps you may use me as a character in your next novel."

"You never know."

We returned to our table to find Marsha sitting all alone. Another round of drinks had been delivered, provided by another pair of ardent admirers, no doubt. "See you in four months," I said, cordially shaking Chet's hand. "And thanks for the dance."

"Maybe when I get back, I can help you with your research, if you are still interested."

"Perhaps so."

Chet smiled and nodded to me and my friend. He returned to his companion at the bar. I alit onto my stool and asked Marsha, "So what happened while I was gone?"

"Nothing happened," Marsha grunted in disgust. "The man used to be one of the Hell's Angels. He wanted to take me for a ride on his hog. Now there's a pickup line if ever I heard it. 'Let's hop on my hog.' Thanks, but no thanks."

I laughed and tasted my fresh drink. "I can see you on the back of a Harley! You would make one hot biker momma!"

Marsha chuckled and sipped her screwdriver. "So what happened out there? You two were looking pretty chummy on the dance floor."

I sighed dolefully and shook my head. "His name is Chet. A very nice guy, but he's going overseas in the morning."

"Perfect! You get laid with a cute guy and never have to worry about him stalking you and hounding after you for another date."

"He offered, but I didn't feel all too comfortable about it."

"What's to feel comfortable about? Wham, bam, thank you ma'am and away he goes. Clean, simple and no messy courtship rituals to contend with."

"I told him to write me."

Marsha shook her head in disgust. "Becoming pen pals is not the best solution for adding passion to your characters. Girl, how am I ever going to have you learn about romance if the only way you choose to do it is by correspondence?"

I rested my hand on hers. "I'll learn about love eventually, but on my own time. I don't want to jump into something reckless and stupid merely for the sake of research."

"Okay then. You meet one of these guys and tell them you're working on a new book. You want to use them as research for a short while and that's all. After you have a nice humping session with some sexy stud, you say the experiment is over. Hit the bricks and don't call me. Nice and clean and civilized."

I laughed. "Leave it to you to put a clinical spin on getting laid." I sipped my drink and nodded to the extra glasses on our table. "So which lucky guys are the next contestants on this dating game show?"

"I wouldn't exactly say 'guys'." Marsha inclined her head to indicate the two women at the table across the room. They were dressed in black leather with spiky hair and heavy black Goth makeup. "The dominatrix duo think we're hot stuff."

"Oh, peachy."

The two Goth girls came over to our table. A slender one wearing a tight black leather bustier and miniskirt stood next to me. She had black lipstick and fingernails and her black pixie haircut was slicked back with greasy hair gel. Her friend was shorter and more endowed in the chest wearing a leather jacket and snug pants and white tee shirt over her big braless tits. The two would probably look pretty sexy of they didn't look so scary.

The slim girl picked up my drink and took a long swig. I sat in silence watching her, too afraid to make any sudden moves. She put my glass down and took hold of my elbow. "Let's dance." It wasn't a request.

I was too terrified to refuse. I walked with her to the dance floor and turned to her. The girl faced me and wrapped her hands around my neck. "Put your hands on my waist," she commanded. I silently did as I was told. We swayed in tempo to the music, the girl offering a slight smile. "Do I frighten you?"

"Maybe just a little."

"Sorry about that. My friend Connie is more into the bondage and kinky shit than I am. I try to act tough and menacing around her, but I'm not very good at it."

"You sure convinced me."

The girl laughed. "I didn't mean to scare you. Connie likes me to be rough and imposing, you know? I really am a sweet and lovable girl. I only come across like a hard ass to please her."

"That's nice." We danced together and I wondered how much of her story was true and why she was telling me this in the first place.

"My name is Tabitha."

"Julie."

"Look Julie, I like you a lot. So does Connie, but I knew if she was the one who came on to you, she'd really freak the crap out of you. She can be quite intimidating at times."

I glanced back at our table. Connie was talking to Marsha and my friend had that terrified deer in the headlights look on her face. "I can imagine."

"I told her I wanted you for myself. Forgive me for being so forceful with you, but I had to get you away from her so we can talk."

"Talk about what?"

"You and me. I find you very attractive and would like to go out with you. Not with Connie along. Alone. And not with all the kinky leather shit either. A nice quiet dinner with just the two of us, maybe some dancing, get to know each other a little." Tabitha slid her hands down my back. "Are you interested in girls, Julie?"

"To be perfectly honest, I never thought about it before."

Tabitha moved her hands onto my ass. "What about now?"

"Well, I have to admit, your first impression on me was a tad alarming."

"I know. I'm sorry about that. But please think about it, will you? Connie really gets into that S&M bondage shit. Tying each other up and whips and leather riding crops. Sheesh! A poor gal can't take that crazy shit all the time, you know?"

"I can imagine."

"I want some gentle loving and tenderness too. That's why I came on to you. I thought maybe if you were interested..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes lowered to the floor. "I wouldn't blame you if you said no."

 

"Why not tell Connie that you want to be gentle with her once in awhile? Variety is the spice of life, as they say. A girl needs some tenderness every now and then."

"Maybe." Tabitha raised her eyes to mine. "At least think about it? I'm not such a bad partner, am I?"

"No. You're very cute and sexy in a Dungeon of Pleasure sort of way."

Tabitha laughed and gave my butt a squeeze. "Maybe next time you stop in here, we can slip away and be by ourselves. A nice romantic evening, just the two of us."

I smiled at her. The girl was not so bad, a little bored with her life is all. She wanted a change from the usual way of making love. I couldn't fault her for that. A girl can take just so much bondage and kinkiness in her life. "It's a date. Next time I'm here, we'll duck out the back door and go to some quiet Motel 6 for some quiet us time."

The girl smiled, not realizing that I had no intention of ever coming back to this bar ever again. "Thanks, Julie. I'll look for you next time I'm in here."

We walked back to our table. Marsha was relieved to have us join them. She was probably running out of excuses for not accepting Connie's invitation for a wild and kinky domination experience.

Tabitha resumed her tough persona. She gripped Connie's lapel and forcibly yanked her away from my friend. "These ladies are not interested," she grunted in disgust. The girl gave me a knowing wink and led her partner back to their table.

I sat next to Marsha and took a hefty swig of my drink. "That was certainly interesting."

"Tell me about it," Marsha gasped in shock. "That woman said she wanted to tie me up and spank me."

I laughed and patted her hand. "Now that I'd like to see!"

"That is so not funny."

"Don't knock it 'til you try it."

"I prefer to not even think about it." Marsha shuddered and took a long pull on her drink. "How about you? That other Goth girl seemed to be getting pretty handy with you on the dance floor."

"Yeah, but it was all for the sake of her partner. Tabitha merely wanted to get away from her friend for a few minutes."

"I can't blame her."

"Besides, I don't think I'm quite ready to get into female sex experimentation just yet. Though personally, I think I would rather choose a more intimate and caring sex partner than have a strange woman grab me and hogtie me to the bedposts."

Marsha grinned playfully at me. "You... with a woman?"

"I can't discount the possibility, particularly since it was your idea to do research into romance. You never told me I had to limit my resources to the male gender."

"You haven't thought about doing it with me, have you?"

I gave my companion an enigmatic smile and sipped my drink. "Would you be upset if I did, or disappointed if I didn't?"

"That all depends. Does it involve leather tools of discipline?"

"Hell no! Not even my inventive imagination could picture us doing something like that."

"That's a relief."

Our waitress brought us two more drinks. "Compliments of the two men at that table over there."

I looked at where she was pointing. Two men was an overstatement. They looked like a pair of young high school students flashing fake IDs on the prowl for a couple of horny cougars for the night. "Oh God," I winced ruefully. "Looks like we're in for a long eventful evening."

I stopped my car at a red traffic light. Marsha wanted to stay at the bar later than I did and said she'd take a cab home if some guy didn't give her a ride instead. I caught the obvious double entendre and told her to be careful. We both had quite a few drinks that night and her judgment might be a bit skewed.

What a weird evening our expedition for inspiration turned out to be. There I was, 34 years old and half a dozen men and women tried to pick me up in less than two hours. I must still have a tiny morsel of sex appeal after all. I doubted so many people would be that desperate for a date. But you never know what loneliness does to a person. I can certainly testify to that.

Chet wanted a companion for one night. Tabitha the Goth girl wanted to feel some tenderness for a change. Perhaps I could use their characters in my next book so that my research experiment that night would not be a total waste of time. But I didn't need to do any research on loneliness and the desire for companionship, or wanting to fill that void if even for a short while. I knew all too well how that kind of emptiness felt like.

As I waited for the light to turn green, I glanced out my passenger window at the building on the corner.

The Pussycat Club. Girls! Girls! Nude Dancers!

I'll bet more than a few of those ladies knew what passion and sex were all about. I thought about what Marsha said to me earlier. Hire a gigolo to tell you about love. Live out your fantasies vicariously through him. But why not hire a woman? Get a unique view on passion from the female perspective. That made much more sense to me. As a female writer I should get a female viewpoint. The light turned green and I made a sharp turn into the parking lot.

The place was fairly empty with only four cars in the lot. Maybe it was a slow night. Or maybe the crowd had come for the early show and had already moved on. I parked my car near the front entrance and locked the doors. It looked like a seedy part of town and I didn't want to be too far away from my ride so late at night.

The Pussycat Club was dark with a number of round tables surrounding an elevated U-shaped stage. There was a skinny redheaded chick on the raised platform gyrating her naked body to the rhythm of an 80's rock tune. Two sailors sat at the table below her and two older businessmen were seated a few tables away from them. We were the only patrons in the whole place.

I sat at a table by myself in the shadows and watched the dancer. She seemed lethargic and apathetic about her dance routine. Perhaps it had been a long night. Or maybe she just didn't give a shit about stripping for complete strangers.

A waitress wearing a white halter top and denim mini skirt approached my table. "What'll you have, honey?" she asked as she smacked her chewing gum.

"You have red wine?"

"A house merlot."

"Perfect."

"Sure thing." The girl faded into the darkness.

Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe none of these ladies knew the first thing about romance.

The song ended and the redhead picked up her strewn clothing from the stage. She exited through the red pleated curtain to half-hearted applause.

A lovely young blonde girl took the stage next. She had wavy golden tresses that hung to the middle of her back and a fabulous hourglass figure. She wore a silver sequined halter top and matching sparkly short pants. Her face was bright with the enthusiasm of a performer who truly enjoyed entertaining a crowd. Me and the other four patrons instantly turned our full attention to the girl. The music began with a familiar rock song and she twirled and danced about the stage. The blonde beauty was truly a sight to behold.

My waitress returned and placed a glass of red wine onto a white cocktail napkin. "Excuse me," I asked, "but who is that?"

The woman glanced at the stage. "Tammy Taylor. She's really something, isn't she?"

"She's incredible!"

"I'll tell her she has a fan," the waitress said. "We don't get a lot of women in here, as you can probably imagine. Tammy would like hearing that she turns ladies on as well as drunk kids and old farts."

The waitress moved to the other tables to take their drink orders. I wasn't going to correct the woman and tell her that I was genuinely impressed with the pretty girl but not especially turned on by her. Although Miss Taylor was indeed quite sexy and very beautiful.

Tammy twirled about the stage and shimmied her ample tits to her appreciative audience. I'll say this much for her; the girl definitely knew how to please a crowd. The girl turned her back to the audience and grinned at us over her shoulder as she reached her fingers around to unclasp her top in the middle of her spine. She unhooked her halter top and peeled it over her head. Tammy turned to face us and grinned broadly, swinging the sparkly garment over her head and tossing it aside. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. This girl had the most perfect set of tits I had ever seen -- high and full and naturally round. They jiggled and shook over her chest as Tammy strutted and swayed about the stage to the rock music.

Okay, I was wrong. This chick was really turning me on. I don't know if it was from all the booze I had consumed that evening or perhaps it was from so many people coming on to me at the Meet Market. All I knew was that I wanted to touch this girl's soft sensuous flesh and feel those firm pretty titties in my palms.

Tammy leered at the audience and slowly tugged the zipper down the fly of her sequined shorts. Damn, that girl was hot! I'll bet she could teach me a thing or two about sex and love and romance. I'll bet she never went a single night without a man or a woman begging to be alone with her. This lusty young lady knew what it took to be sexy as hell and I wanted her to teach me everything she knew.

The girl pushed her sparkly shorts to her ankles, revealing a black G-string that barely covered her pubic area. Tammy kicked the shorts over to her other garment and strutted those long slender legs about the stage, her beautiful ass so tight and firm and perfect. I slipped a hand under the table and rubbed my crotch under my skirt. I was really getting horny as hell. That Goth chick Tabitha groped my ass while we were dancing. Nobody ever did that to me before, not even men. I wouldn't mind grabbing a handful of Tammy's tight tush in a slow sultry tango, kiss her soft nape, and feel her pointed nipples poking my chest.

Tammy turned her back to the audience and hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of her thong. I felt my cunny tingle as she ever-so-slowly peeled that skimpy garment down her slender legs. God, that girl was so erotic! I yearned to be a mere fraction as sexy as she was. I would write the steamiest romance scene Marsha Bowers ever read in her life! My agent would have an orgasm before she reached the last paragraph. Hell, I would probably cum a dozen times writing it. Damn, I wanted Tammy! Not just as a consultant, but to let me feel her soft delicate skin in my fingers.

And with my tongue. Yes, that would be so wonderful, to lick those full ripe melons and tight sweet ass! My cunt tingled as I thought about licking her smooth tight buns. Tammy turned to face me and I nearly creamed on my rubbing fingers. Her pubic muff was so beautiful with a patch of honey colored fuzz. The girl was a genuine natural blonde; that much was for certain. I felt my heart pounding loudly in my chest. I had never been so sexually aroused in my life! No man or woman ever had such an effect on me as this lovely young stranger. I had to meet her, to hear her voice and to see her up close and very personal. This girl was more than beautiful, more than sexy.

Tammy was perfect.

The blonde finished her act and gathered her discarded clothing from the stage. She descended the steps and was met by my waitress. The two exchanged words. Tammy looked at me with a curious expression. She turned and passed through a pleated curtain to the back.

Huh, I huffed. Miss Taylor must not be a very social entertainer. Then again, she probably got hit on all the time. I didn't want to pick her up. I merely wanted to tell her what a great performer she was and buy her a drink. The girl must have thought it was a come-on. Oh well, that's what I get for trying to be nice.

I removed my cell phone from my purse and checked the time. 11:42. It was getting to be a late night. I imagined I should go home and call it a bust. No sexual consultation for me that evening.

"You wanna buy me a drink?" a female voice asked.

I looked up and was startled by the beautiful blonde dancer standing at my side. "Tammy!" I gasped in surprise. "I thought I saw you go into the back?"

"Yes. I wanted to drop off my costume and put something else on."

I glanced at the girl as she sat in the seat beside me. All she wore was a light blue thong that barely covered her pubic mound. "That certainly is a little something," I observed dryly.

"Does it bother you?"

"Heck no! You have an incredible figure, girl. I wish I had a body like yours and the guts to show it off."

Tammy laughed and extended her hand. "I'm Tammy Taylor."

I accepted her shake. "Julie Jensen. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure." She waved to the waitress. "The club owner only gives us free sodas and orange juice. No hard booze. Cheap bastard." Our waitress came over and Tammy ordered a vodka tonic.

"Make that two," I said. The waitress withdrew. "You are a very sexy dancer," I stated honestly.

"I can tell you liked it."

I gave her a curious expression. "You can?"

"Yes. Your nipples are rock hard and I caught sight of you feeling yourself under the table during my performance."

"Sorry. I couldn't help being turned on by you. That was your intention, was it not?"

"Absolutely." Tammy smiled sweetly at me. "Are you into girls, Julie?"

"Not that I know of. At least, I don't think so."

"And yet, here you are in a tittie bar watching girls taking their clothes off. Plus, you're buying me a drink. Why else would you be here?"

"I've never been to a place like this before. I was driving by and thought I would stop in to see what it was like." I smiled approvingly at her bare chest. "I must say, I definitely like what I'm seeing."

The girl laughed. "It's not very often we get ladies in here simply to watch the show. Sometimes they sit and watch the men in the audience, scoping out who has the money and is really horny. They swoop in on those guys and try to pick them up. Or else they're lesbo dykes trying to pick the dancers up."

"Not me. I only want to buy you a drink."

The waitress delivered our orders. Tammy sipped her cocktail. "You seem like a very nice lady, Julie. Are you married?"

"Nope. Never had a boyfriend, either." I smiled at her. "Or a girlfriend, for that matter."

"I'm in between boyfriends at the moment. Still seeing someone, though, but only for sexual purposes. Nothing serious."

I regarded her thoughtfully. Here was a girl who knew all about sex and relationships. She flaunted her body to strangers and had no hang-ups about nudity. Tammy Taylor was the perfect choice for teaching me all about romance and sex. "I find you utterly fascinating," I stated sincerely.

Tammy laughed. "I've been called a lot of things in my life. This is the first time anyone called me utterly fascinating."

"Well, you are to me."

A blonde man in his mid-thirties came over to join us. He leaned over with both of his palms on our table and grinned widely at my companion. "I loved your dancing," he smiled, his face close to hers. "How's about you and me go have a private party somewhere?"

Tammy regarded him with indifference. "My lady lover here gets awfully jealous when I go out with strange men."

The guy glanced at me and back at her. "Bring her along. She can watch. Or better yet, she can join us."

My friend smiled sweetly at me. "Julie darling, when did that doctor say I would be over this case of runny clap?"

Her admirer didn't wait for me to give an answer. He quickly disappeared into the darkness of the room.

I laughed out loud. "What was that all about?"

Tammy flapped her wrist dismissively at me. "Guys hit on me all the time. I sometimes want to be left alone, you know?" She sipped her drink and smiled at me over her rim of her glass. "I don't really have the clap, by the way."

"That's comforting to know." I took a swig of my drink and studied my companion. "Are you through dancing for the night?"

"Yes. That was my last act. I usually do one more routine, but the owner wants to try out another girl in my place. She's new. It's better for a first-time dancer to perform her act in front of a crowd that's been warmed up by the other girls first. Being in front of a bunch of guys is scary enough without them critiquing you as well."

"I can imagine. I'd be scared shitless to get up on that stage and take my clothes off in front of a bunch of people. You have a lot more nerve than I do, girl."

Tammy shrugged a bare shoulder. "I've been dancing a long time. It doesn't bother me anymore."

"Well, the reason I was asking is I was wondering if we could go somewhere private and talk for awhile."

The girl returned a wry smile. "So you are trying to pick me up after all!"

I laughed. "Not that you aren't the sexiest woman I ever met, but I want to talk to you privately without the loud rock music blasting in our ears. Maybe we can go for a quiet drink somewhere when you get done here."

"Sure. I'm through now. We can go out somewhere or head back to my place. I live just down the block. Kind of a shithole, actually. But I have some rum and coke if that's okay with you."

I smiled happily. "Sounds perfect!"

Tammy downed the rest of her drink and rose to her feet. "Let me get my stuff. I'll only be a minute."

"Sure. I'll wait here."

"Thanks." Tammy turned toward the curtain to the back. She parted the curtain and glanced at me over her shoulder, noticing that I was staring at her naked back and incredible ass. I couldn't help it. That young chick sure had one fantastic figure.

CHAPTER 2

Tammy returned wearing a pink tee shirt over her braless tits and white canvas shorts. A brown leather handbag was slung over her shoulder. "Ready to go?"

"Yes." I finished my drink and stood. "Lead the way."

The girl grinned at me. "I saw you checking out my rear as I was leaving your table."

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I don't think I have ever seen a girl as pretty as you are. Certainly not one as sexy as you are, that's for sure."

"You are so sweet to say that." Tammy led the way out the front door. "I hear shallow compliments all the time from guys trying to pick me up. They say I'm a great dancer with great tits and a fine ass."

I fell in step beside her on the sidewalk. "I can't disagree with that. You are a great dancer and your tits and ass are absolutely perfect."

Tammy laughed and slipped her arm through my elbow. "You see? Coming from you it sounds much more sincere."

"That's because it is. I would never lie to a lady about how she looks. A woman's ego is fragile enough as it is. We can spot false praise a mile away. It only serves to reinforce a lady's insecurity if a she senses a person is disingenuous about her appearance."

Tammy laughed. "Damn straight, sister."

We walked the dark city streets to her apartment. I was a bit apprehensive and more than a little scared about strolling alone through that part of town. Tammy didn't seem to mind.

I decided to make some pleasant conversation in order to get my mind off the potential danger we were in. "So how long have you been a dancer?" I asked casually.

The girl apathetically shrugged a shoulder. "About four years. I started when I was seventeen. I told the owner I was eighteen and he didn't ask for any proof of age, thank God. I needed the money and it was easy enough work."

"So, you're twenty-one then?"

"Yeah. How old are you?"

"Thirty-four."

"You don't look it."

"Thank you. Unless of course, you think I look much older than that."

Tammy laughed. "No, you look younger than thirty. Twenty-five or six was my first guess."

"In that case, thank you very much."

Tammy led me into a decaying brick building and we climbed the creaking wooden staircase to a second story flat. "Be it ever so humble," she snorted in disgust, opening the door and tossing her purse on the floor beside the door. "You want a drink?"

"Sure."

"Rum and coke?"

 

"Yes, please." The girl crossed to the small kitchenette area as I moved to the tattered sofa. It was of brown vinyl with the stuffing poking out in several places. I glanced around at the shabby interior. Tammy tried her best to decorate the cracked and stained walls with posters and photos of rock stars. Music magazines lay on the table beside a dark blue recliner. The hallway by the kitchenette had three doors. I gathered one was a linen closet and another a bathroom. I could see the third one was her bedroom through the open doorway. A twin-size bed had rumpled sheets with clothing lay scattered on the floor.

Tammy returned with a red plastic cup in each hand. "Cheers!" she smiled brightly.

"Cheers." I took a drink and sat on the edge of the sofa cushion. My hostess dropped heavily into the recliner. "How much does dancing at the club pay?" I asked.

The girl offered an amused grin. "Are you thinking of doing some stripping on the side?"

I laughed. "No, I think I'll leave that to the professionals."

Tammy shrugged and sipped her drink. "You have a pretty decent bod there, lady."

"Not as fine as yours."

She eyed me over the rim of her cup. "Is that why you wanted to come home with me? You want to get naked and nasty and do the wild thing with a hot young chick?"

"Oh no!" I blurted. "Nothing like that!" I flushed slightly with embarrassment. "That's not saying you aren't quite attractive and certainly very desirable. I was not intending to... well, you know... and I hope you're not offended from me turning you down, because I'm sure you are very good at it. Not to imply that you do that sort of thing a lot." I felt my face reddening. "I'll shut up now."

Tammy giggled. "You're very cute when you're flustered."

I awkwardly cleared my throat and stared at the cup in my hands. "Actually, you may not be too far from the truth. I wanted to hire you because you seemed to be a bit more knowledgeable on the subject than I am."

"Hire me for what?"

"As a consultant of sorts. I am a novelist and I need to add more passion and romance to my characters. But I find myself somewhat lacking in knowledge and experience on that particular subject. I would like to hire you to teach me about it."

"Teach you about romance?"

"And passion. And love. I want to know everything you know. I want to see everything through your eyes. I want you to teach me about what it is to have a lust for life."

The girl shook her head and chuckled as she sipped her drink. "This is the biggest crock of shit I ever heard. Paying me to teach you about love."

"I assure you, my offer us genuine."

"I'm sure it is."

"How much do you make at the club in a week?"

Tammy shrugged. "Forty, maybe fifty bucks a night is a pretty good night, tips-wise."

"Three to four hundred dollars a week is fairly normal?"

"Better than normal."

"In two weeks, you might make up to eight hundred dollars?"

"Don't I wish!"

"I want to hire you for two weeks as a personal consultant. As you are expecting a loss of eight hundred dollars income for that period of time, I'll pay you three thousand to cover your losses with extra compensation for your assistance."

Tammy stared over the rim of her glass at me. "You're shittin' me."

"Not at all. Plus all additional expenses shall be covered by me. Limousines, hotel rooms, wardrobe -- whatever you think we may need to spend money on. I want to know all you know and experience everything about love and desire. Any and all expenditures shall be at my expense."

The girl stared at me without expression. At last, her face broke into a wide grin. "Benny put you up to this! That little shit! I'll kick his sorry ass! Damn, you really had me going there for a while!"

I opened my purse and withdrew my wallet. "I assure you Miss Taylor, my offer is quite genuine." I removed several bills and dropped them into her lap. "Five hundred up front and the remainder in two weeks."

Tammy's eyes grew wide. "Holy crap!"

"But I must insist that you stay with me during that time. If you need anything -- clothing or toiletries, I of course will pay for it."

My hostess gaped at me incredulous. "I don't believe this!"

"Think about it. Two weeks with me for three thousand dollars. Easy money."

The girl downed the rest of her drink in one gulp and set her cup aside. "Holy crap! This is fucking nuts!"

I chuckled and took a drink of my rum and coke. "I suppose it is, now that I actually stop and think about it."

"When you mentioned me needing clothing...?"

"Anything you need, wardrobe-wise. But no diamonds, please! I can write it off as a business expense, but I'm not made entirely of cash!"

"So like, you're saying you're going to buy me fancy dresses to wear?"

"Whatever you want. Cocktail dresses, formal gowns, even sexy lingerie if you think you need it. You tell me what you want and it's yours."

"Sweet! And I have to live with you too?"

"A modest two-room apartment uptown. I need to have you constantly with me in order to better learn from you."

The young woman snorted and glanced around. "Uptown, eh? Probably a tad nicer than this dump."

"Maybe just a smidgeon."

"Two weeks for three grand?"

"And any expenses we may incur as well."

"Pardon me for saying so, but this sounds like a load of bullshit."

"I can imagine you thinking that. The truth is; I'm a writer and my agent wants me to put a little more life into my characters. She wants them to feel passion and desire. I'm sorry to say that I have no point of reference to draw upon. My sex life is about as exciting as dry toast. That's why I need someone like you to help me. I know you have had more love and excitement and passion in your life than I will ever have. I need you to teach me, to tell me about it. Show me what love is, what desire is. I need for you to be my tutor in this endeavor. I can't write about passion if you don't show me what it is." I regarded the girl without emotion. "So what do you say? Care to assist me in this project?"

Tammy grinned widely and leaned forward, offering her hand to shake. "Lady, you just hired yourself a love consultant!"

I grinned and accepted her hand. "Wonderful! You can come to my place as soon as you square things away here."

"Like what?"

"You'll have to let them know at the Pussycat Club you'll be taking two weeks off. I wouldn't want you to lose your job because of me."

"I suppose you're right."

"And pay the rent and other bills, that sort of thing." I fished a business card and a pen out of my purse. I scribbled my number on the back. "Here's my phone number and home address. Call me when you are packed and I'll come get you or send a limo to pick you up."

"A limo?" she gaped.

"Absolutely. For the next two weeks, I'm picking up the tab for everything. You simply name it and it's yours. Champagne, caviar, designer dresses -- the works. All you have to do is teach me about romance. Piece of cake."

Tammy laughed and shook her head. "I still don't believe a single word of this."

"It does sound a bit like Cinderella."

"More like Alice in Wonderland."

I finished my drink and set my cup aside. "I suppose I better be going." I rose to my feet. "Hopefully I can make it back to my car without incident."

My partner stood by me. "Maybe you better call a cab for yourself instead. It isn't safe to be out this late in this shitty neighborhood."

"Perhaps you're right. Would you call a taxi for me?"

"Sure thing, boss lady!" Tammy moved to the phone and dialed the number.

"You don't have to refer to me as your boss, Tammy. You can call me Julie or Jules or Miss Jensen if you like."

My friend giggled with amusement. "Or Ju-Ju?"

I laughed. "If it makes you happy."

The young girl grinned at me with the phone in her ear. "Sweet terms of endearment are big part of a loving relationship."

"You're the expert."

Tammy ordered a cab for me and hung up the phone. "They'll be here in about ten minutes."

"Great, thanks. Do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes, why?"

I handed her my car keys. "You can deliver my Mercedes when you are ready to move in."

Tammy's jaw dropped. "You're shittin' me!"

"Just be careful. It has a sensitive gas pedal and likes to go fast."

The girl grinned happily. "I'm sure it will!" She laughed and patted my arm. "Just kidding! I promise to be good."

"I know you will, Tammy."

"Speaking of being good," she smiled, moving closer to me. "When you mean teaching you about romance, does that mean me and you?"

"Me and you?"

"Romance -- loving and intimate."

"If that's what you think I need to learn, then yes."

She stepped closer. "Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

"No."

Tammy slipped her arms around my waist and smiled demurely. "Allow me to teach you lesson number one." She kissed me tenderly on the lips. It was gentle and soft and not the least bit unpleasant. Tammy smiled at me. "Part two of lesson one; put your arms around me when you kiss me."

I did as she instructed and my partner kissed me again. It was wonderful. Tammy was a great kisser and I enjoyed it immensely.

"So how was it?" she asked.

I grinned playfully at the girl. "I think I'm going to need a lot more practice in order to learn this particular lesson."

Tammy held my waist and kissed me again with mounting ardor. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her tightly to my bosom. I don't recall anybody ever kissing me like that in my life -- male or female. It was utterly exquisite and delicious. I found myself wanting Tammy to teach me more of her delightful lessons.

The girl finally let me up for air and smiled into my eyes. "Enough passion for you?"

"Whew! I definitely hired the right consultant for the job this time!"

Tammy giggled and released me. "I'm sure you and I will have lots of fun and laughs over the next two weeks."

"I hope so." I gave her a smooch on the cheek and turned for the door. "Bye for now."

"See you later, Ju-Ju Bear!"

I chuckled at her over my shoulder. "You are so adorable!"

It was a few minutes after one in the morning when I finally got home. I left the lights off. I set my house keys and purse on the kitchen counter. There was plenty of illumination coming in through the patio windows to see by. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a partial bottle of cabernet. Call me a Bohemian, but I prefer to have my red wine chilled. I carried the bottle into the living room and dropped onto the sofa. I sat and stared out the patio doors at the twinkling stars in the cloudless night sky. What a strange and wonderful evening it turned out to be.

I pulled out the stopper and took a drink from the bottle. I thought about Tammy Taylor and her exotic dancing. My, but that hot little blonde sure had one nice body on her. Perfect full tits and a nice tight ass. I took another swig. Yessir, I sure would like to feel those big beautiful boobs and soft ass cheeks in my hands. I bet she'd feel very hot and sexy as hell.

I took another drink. It must be the booze talking. I don't remember ever having erotic desires over a woman before tonight. How much did I have to drink, anyway? Red wine at Marsha's, a half dozen screwdrivers at the Meet Market, two vodka tonics at the strip club, rum and coke at Tammy's place and some more red wine at home. Quite a lot of liquor, especially for me. More than I was used to, that's for sure. One or two glasses of champagne at some fancy dinner party was usually my limit. And most of the time I had Marsha Bowers to accompany me in case I had trouble handling that much.

I took another drink of wine and closed my eyes. I could still see that slender blonde girl dancing up on the stage -- twirling and shimmying and gradually removing her clothes. So sexy and seductive. I raised the hem of my skirt with my free hand and dug my fingers inside my panties. I don't know why I was getting so horny and turned on my merely thinking about the girl. I pressed my hand in deeper, my fingers probing the soft delicate folds of my vagina. I was starting to get wet as I recalled Tammy's erotic performance that evening.

Tammy kissed me on the mouth. So sweet and tender, and yet so sensuous and sexy. I could still feel her soft lips touching mine. That beautiful blonde girl actually kissed me. I fingered my pussy and remembered her naked chest -- her full boobs so close to me I could have reached out and touched them as she sat beside me at my table. I could have felt them if I wanted to. Perhaps I will. Hell, I was paying her to stay with me. I could touch those pretty tits any time I wanted. And grope that nice tight derriere too. I fingered my cunt, my loins tingling with stimulation. And I could kiss her, too. I could kiss those soft sweet lips any time I felt like it. I could touch and feel and kiss that girl any time I damn well pleased. Tammy's pretty body was all mine for the next two weeks. Hell, I could even fuck her too if the mood hit me.

My body shuddered as my pussy seeped a flow of juice onto my probing fingers. I'd bet that hot honey Tammy Taylor could sure make me cum. She told me she had plenty of lovers, both male and female. I'll bet she really knows what it takes to satisfy a woman. That was why I hired her. That chick was going to show me what it was like to have some sensuality in my life. And she was going to teach me everything she knew.

I took another pull on the partial bottle of wine and wiped my damp fingers on my curly pubic hairs. Yes ma'am, that lovely young lady was going to teach me how to be a real woman -- sexy, sensuous, and erotic as hell.

I rolled over and winced at the glaring brightness of morning sunshine stabbing my eyes. I was in my bedroom, though I don't remember going to bed. I smacked the cotton in my mouth and rolled onto my back, realizing I was still fully dressed. I must have staggered to bed sometime in the night and passed out. Small wonder -- I drank more in the last 24 hours than I usually drank in a year. More like ten years.

It wasn't all bad. I kissed a girl. I groped a lovely young lady and she kissed me. At least I remember that much. I went to some strip club and watched the young blonde dance. God, Tammy had a fabulous body! We went to her apartment for a drink and we kissed. I remember I liked that a lot. I don't recall anyone ever kissing me like that before. Not that there were plenty of previous examples to compare it to. Most of my physical displays of affection were limited to a quick peck on the cheek. Tammy put her whole body into it. I held her waist and crushed my boobs to hers and pressed my lips to her mouth. It was so delicious and exquisite and even a tiny bit naughty. Maybe that's why I liked it so much. I never did anything disagreeable in my entire life. I was the perfect daughter to my mother -- always home on time and never entertained boys after dark.

I was perfect, but I never had any fun, either. That's why I needed Tammy to show me what it was like to be loving and sexy and romantic.

Oh shit, that's right! I hired the girl to teach me about love and romance. She was going to come over and stay with me for two weeks!

I glanced at the clock on the table beside the bed. 8:20. Tammy would surely not arrive for a while yet. It was almost midnight when I left her. Or was it after midnight? I didn't even remember coming home last night. My mind was fuzzy and I felt the twinge of a hangover coming on. It was a miracle I wasn't heaving my guts out in the bathroom at that very moment. I guess I can hold my liquor better than I thought.

I rolled out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen. I remembered I kept a bottle of vodka in the freezer. Hair of the dog, as they say. I could use a screwdriver or Bloody Mary, or even take a straight shot of booze if I didn't have anything to mix it with.

Somebody told me to keep vodka in the freezer, although I don't know why. I wouldn't know the good liquor from the cheap stuff. I poured a half glass of orange juice in a tumbler and added vodka until I could almost see through it. A little strong, but it would do to get me ready for the day. I preferred to be somewhat lucid by the time my guest arrived.

I finished half my drink before I made it to the bathroom to take a shower. I peeled off my clothes and stepped under the warm spray. I lathered my chest and tummy, thinking about my newly-acquired sex therapist. Tammy was supposed to teach me all she knew about love. Would she also show me the intricacies of intimacy as well? Would she teach me how to make love, not only to a man but to a woman as well? The girl was hired to educate me about romance, so it only made sense that she would explain the mechanics about sex and even about girl-girl sex as long as she was at it. I was no expert in love or sex or romance in the most remote sense of the words. Tammy would certainly have her work cut out for her with me.

I shut off the water and wrapped my body in a large white bath towel. I felt a whole lot better after a shower, partly because the vodka was suppressing my impending hangover. I finished my drink and carried the empty glass to the kitchen. Best not to be too snockered when my new roomie arrived. I returned to the bathroom and gathered my clothes from the floor and carried them to the bedroom. What to wear? I didn't want to get too dressed up and yet didn't want to appear too casual either. Tammy was my guest, but she would be staying with me for the next two weeks. No sense putting on airs with the girl if she was going to see me at my worst, which was often first thing in the morning.

I stopped and stood in front of the tall bedroom mirror. Tammy was going to be living with me and most likely catch me naked more than once. Nobody had seen me in the buff since gym class in high school. Would she be disgusted by my old lady figure? Would she laugh? I opened my towel and dropped it to the floor, viewing my total nudity in the glass. Not as bad as I thought. For a woman over thirty, I still had a fairly decent figure. Not too much sagging going on yet in my face, boobs and butt.

I turned sideways and checked myself out in the mirror. Funny that the first person to catch me in the raw in decades would be a young lady. I hadn't bared it all to anyone since the showers after gym class in junior high. Come to think of it, that time was to young girls as well. Somehow I imagined my first adult naked encounter would be with a man. Probably better this way. I think I would feel less intimidated and embarrassed by exposing myself to a female than to a man. My ego was fragile enough without having to endure the scrutiny of a partner's examination of my aging body. Tammy might be more discreet and tactful when it came to viewing my naked frame. Although she had a fantastic body, I suspected Miss Taylor would not make light of my less than ideal physique.

I faced the mirror and smoothed my hands over my tummy and breasts. Tammy was hired to show me intimacy and romance. Would she teach me about making love? Would she instruct me in ways of sexual interactions as well? It would be nice to know something about intercourse before I actually did it with someone. My parents never gave me that speech about the birds and the bees. I was just as inexperienced in the ways of physical love as I was in romance. I guess it never occurred to them that their college graduate daughter would turn out to be so naive.

Would Tammy touch my body and show me what it was to have someone make love to me? My flesh tingled as I touched the sensitive tips of my pink nipples. The girl kissed me in her apartment and I held her slender body in my arms. Would she want to kiss me again? Would we be naked together? My loins tingled at the thought of such a naughty and exciting instruction. I didn't know why, but something about that beautiful blonde really turned me on. Perhaps it was her fantastic body, or her dazzling personality, or maybe the mere thought that she would be teaching me about such intimate subjects that I found so arousing. I hoped Tammy would be looking forward to the next two weeks as much as I was.

 

I removed a robe from the closet and covered myself up. No sense getting all excited over nothing. Tammy was a sweet girl who was willing to put up with my bizarre experiment. We may never see each other naked and may not have the opportunity to explore sexual intimacy. Hell, she may not even kiss me again. It was entirely up to her. She was the instructor and I was the student. The girl would teach me what she believed I needed to learn.

Still, it would be nice to have a little gratuitous groping with the young lady and find out firsthand what all the hullabaloo was about when it came to sex. If anyone would be the ideal teacher in that department, it would most certainly be Tammy Taylor.

CHAPTER 3

Marsha Bowers yawned sleepily into the phone. "Hello?"

"Did you make it home all right last night?" I asked.

"Eventually."

"Get laid?"

"Nope."

"Poor baby."

"I ended up with some Hispanic guy who wanted to take me to a Super 8 motel, if you can believe that. How sleazy can you get? Turns out he was married too, the pathetic prick. He was going to pick me up for a quick screw before running home to his pregnant wife. What an asshole."

"At least you got some free drinks out of it."

"Well yes, there is that," she yawned. "How about you? Did you have fun?"

"I did, actually. And I must say, I sort of got lucky myself last night."

"What do you mean, sort of got lucky?"

"I kissed a girl."

"One of those Goth chicks?"

"No, silly. A beautiful and sexy blonde lady in her early twenties. We kissed in her apartment."

"Her apartment? You're a fast mover."

"She was very nice and offered me a drink."

"Did you fuck her?"

"No. But she offered."

"Your loss."

"I decided to take your advice and hire a personal advisor."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"I hired a sex consultant like you said."

Marsha let out a loud guffaw into the phone. "You hired a gigolo?"

"No, dear. A consultant. That young blonde girl I was telling you about? Her name is Tammy. I invited her to stay with me for a couple of weeks and teach me about love."

"The same chick who offered to fuck you is going to teach you about love? I'll bet she will!"

"That's right. Maybe it won't be such a loss after all."

"So where did you find this girl? In the yellow pages under sex education?"

I laughed. "No. I stopped at a strip club on the way home last night. We had a few drinks together."

"You hired a stripper to stay with you and teach you about love?"

"Well, it does sound of crazy when you put it that way."

"Honey, that's crazy no matter which way you put it."

"It was your idea, I'll have you know."

"I do not recall saying anything about hiring a sexy horny young coed to shack up with you for two weeks."

"You told me to get some outside help in the area of passion and sex. Tammy is a bona fide expert in those areas."

"I suppose you may be right about that. So when is she coming over?"

"Today sometime. She has to pack some clothes and personal items first. I'm pretty excited about it."

"You've never lived with anyone before, Jules. Sharing an apartment with a stranger should be an interesting experience."

"I hope so. Tammy will be staying with me for a couple weeks. I think we'll get along just fine. She seems like a decent and fun person to be with."

"An exotic dancer with a heart of gold. Sounds like another Julie Jenson bestseller in the making."

"You may be right. Anyway, I hope you get to meet her while she's with me."

"I just might. You know about Ted Anderson's big publishing business party next weekend. Bring her along."

"Maybe I will."

Tammy arrived a few minutes after eleven o'clock. She wore a tight pink tee shirt over braless breasts, faded jeans and sandals. She had a green backpack slung over her right shoulder. "Am I too early?"

"You're perfect." I held the door for her to enter.

The girl nodded approvingly as she glanced about the room. "Nice digs."

"Thank you." I closed the door behind her. "This place will be as much yours as it is mine for the next two weeks. I want you to feel welcome and at home while you're here."

"I can dig that."

"Let me give you the nickel tour. As you can see, on the right we have the formal dining room. It's rarely used for dining, though. I don't entertain that much. I mostly use the table for spreading out my book notes when working on a new novel. Next, we have the kitchen. You are welcome to anything in the refrigerator or the pantry. Let me know what you like to eat and drink so we can stock up. I usually grab whatever looks good when I'm in the grocery store."

"Fine with me." Tammy strolled into the spacious living room. "Wow! This room is bigger than my whole apartment!"

There was a long white couch and matching recliner facing a sliding glass door leading to a small balcony. A widescreen television sat off to the right. I rarely turned it on except to check the weather once in a while or if there was a big news event I wanted to see. Sometimes I would catch the late movie if I had trouble sleeping. Even then, it was usually an old one in black and white, so I didn't need a deluxe television set to watch it on.

Tammy walked to the glass door and glanced out over the city. "Nice view."

I stood and smiled at her with my arms crossed over my bosom. "I should definitely say so."

The girl giggled and grinned at me over her shoulder. "You're ogling me again."

"Sorry about that. It is not very often I have such a lovely guest in my apartment."

"Apology gratefully accepted."

"Let me show you the rest of the place." I headed down the hallway and entered the spare room. "This is your room. I hope you like it."

My guest set her backpack on the bed and glanced around with a frown. She expelled her breath in a disgusted huff.

"Is there something wrong?"

Tammy moved close to me. "Let's set some ground rules right from the start," she stated firmly. "You want me to teach you about love and romance. I can't do that from afar. With love comes intimacy, which means that you and me are going to get real friendly real quick. Starting tonight, you're sharing your bed with me. Is that all right with you?"

"Well, yes... of course."

"And I sleep in the nude, which means from now on, so do you, Jules. Okay?"

"Okay."

Tammy smiled warmly and caressed her hand over my arm. "You're going to have to get over your shyness if you want this thing to work. We're partners in every sense of the word for the next two weeks."

"Yes... you're absolutely right."

"I have no problem baring my body to strangers as you well know. You're going to have to learn to bare your body to me too, Jules."

I dejectedly expelled my breath and sat on the edge of the bed. "Sorry if I seem a little uptight. This is all so new to me. That's why I put you on the payroll. To get me out of my shell and teach me how to live a little."

Tammy sat next to me and patted my leg with her hand. "I understand. But you can't be intimate and romantic with someone and keep your body covered up forever. Be it with a man or a woman, sooner or later you're going to have to bare yourself to them. Better you should get comfortable with me first, right?"

"Right."

She draped her arm across my back. "And that also goes for us demonstrating affection as well. You can't learn to love someone and be romantic without physical contact." Tammy put her fingers under my chin and turned my face to hers. "Kiss me."

I lightly touched my lips to hers. Tammy's mouth was soft and delicate and very pleasant to kiss. I mused, "It feels kind of weird kissing another woman."

My friend chuckled. "I'm a very open person as you may have guessed. When I want to hug or kiss someone, I do it." She gave my body a sideways hug. "Time to get used to public displays of affection, sweetie."

"It feels awkward for me to be kissing a strange girl."

"Would you rather practice kissing a strange man?"

"No, I suppose not."

My companion regarded me evenly. "There's nothing wrong with a woman kissing another woman. Society tells us that it is evil and immoral and taboo... that it has sexual connotations attached to it. But sometimes a kiss is just a kiss. It doesn't mean you want to have sex with that person. It means friendship and love and joy."

"I suppose you're right."

"Of course I'm right. I'm the expert, remember?" Tammy stood and took my hands in hers. "Stand up." I did as she instructed. "Put your hands on my hips." I did. "Now kiss me."

I pressed my mouth to hers in a tender embrace. It was very nice. I did not have much experience kissing men or women. I was glad I had such a sweet and patient instructor to help me get over my anxiety and nervousness about being intimate with someone. And she was right -- if my first time was with a man, I would probably be a nervous wreck worrying if I was doing it correctly.

Tammy smiled happily at me. "Now you're getting the hang of it!"

I returned a sheepish smile. "I guess it just takes a little getting used to."

"A kiss doesn't have to be meant as a prelude to sex, unless you want it to be." My eyes grew wide. Tammy laughed and slipped her hands around my waist. "Relax, Ju-Ju Bear! I know when a woman is wanting to have sex with me, and that one was not a come-on kiss."

"It wasn't meant to be."

"Give it time." She laughed once again at my startled expression. Tammy patted my rear with her hand. "Let's have some lunch, honey! I'm starving!"

I led the way to the kitchen. "What do you say we go out to eat?"

"Fine with me. Where to?"

"Your choice. Anywhere that's near the mall so we can go clothes shopping afterward."

"Clothes shopping?"

"For you, my dear."

"Really? Sweet!" Tammy glanced down at her casual apparel. "I look like a tramp you found wandering the streets in these rags. I wouldn't blame you for being embarrassed at being seen with me."

"Don't be silly, darling. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with your clothes, but we will probably be going to some fancy places over the next couple weeks and I want you to look your best."

"Fine with me."

"Plus I happen to think that you are a very pretty girl and you deserve to have that fine figure displayed in some nice clothes."

My friend returned a wry smile. "Were you ogling my body again?"

I laughed. "So sue me if I think you are totally hot!" I dug in my purse for my keys. "Do you still have my car keys?"

"Yes, sorry." The girl dug the key ring out of her pants pocket and handed them to me.

"No worries. In fact, you can drive us to the mall if you like."

Tammy moved to my side with a wide grin. "So I'm your chauffer now too?"

I smiled warmly and turned to face her. "Unless you don't want --"

The girl quickly snatched the keys away from my grasp. "Not on your life!" She gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Better get used to that if you let me drive your sweet ride."

I leered and smoothed my hand over her perfect ass. "And you better get used to that too!"

Tammy returned a playful grin. "Have a thing for lady's butts now, do we?"

"Only your butt, hot girl!"

My friend smiled and ground her rear against my hand. "Honey, you keep treating me like royalty and you can cop a feel of any damn thing you want!"

The shopping mall had a spacious food court located in the center with dozens of tables and at least ten food vendors to choose from. "This is fun!" Tammy grinned widely as we wandered along the front of the outlets checking out the menu options. "It isn't every day I get to hang out noshing and shopping."

I chuckled at her undisguised enthusiasm. "Are you more excited about the food or finding new clothes?"

Tammy slipped her arm through mine. "I think a big part if it is spending time with you, Jules. I don't know why, but for some reason I feel very relaxed in your company, like we've been best friends forever."

"Me too. I'm not a very sociable person as you may have guessed. I don't mix well with others and prefer to be alone. But I like to be with you. You're easy to talk to and are a lot of fun."

"Thanks." We stopped in front of a Chinese food outlet. "Food comes a close second to being with you, followed by clothes shopping last."

"I would have thought buying clothes would have rated higher than that."

"Are you kidding? I can always eat, girl! I have to dance every night to keep the weight off or I'd be immense!" She glanced up at the menu board. "How does Chinese sound to you?"

"Sounds great. I'm buying, of course."

"I thought you might." Tammy removed her arm from my elbow and slipped it around my waist in a sideways hug. "If I eat too much, I'll have to burn off the calories with you later."

"As in, with a private dance exhibition?"

The girl gave me an enigmatic grin. "And maybe with some other ways where we could both stay in shape together." She gave my waist a squeeze. "I promise the next two weeks will not be boring for you."

I smiled at my friend. I liked her display of honest affection, even though we were in a public place. It surprised me that I didn't feel inhibited or embarrassed by her innocent friendliness. "Honey, spending time with you will not be boring to me in the least."

Tammy chose the Shrimp Sub Gum and I opted for Pork Kung Pao. We filled our drinks at the fountain and carried our orders to a small table under a live leafy tree. "What kind of clothes are we looking for?" Tammy asked.

"Some nice dresses -- your choice of course, though I would prefer something that shows off those fabulous curves of yours."

"I can dig that. Want to try my shrimp?"

"Sure. Have some of mine."

"Okay,"

"We'll also need a fancy dress or two. I plan to take you out to some ritzy restaurants and I want you to look nice."

"Afraid I'll embarrass you?"

"No, honey. It's simply that you have such an incredibly sexy body. It needs to be displayed properly."

"Nice save."

"I mean it. You have a figure I would die for."

"You're sweet."

"We'll need to get you a few cocktail dresses and some casual wear. And a formal gown for a fancy business gathering this weekend. You're coming as my guest."

"And shoes too?"

"Naturally. I of course will foot the bill for everything and you can keep the clothes afterward in addition to our contractual amount since I shall have no further need of them."

"You mentioned a business gathering. A writer's conference?"

"Nothing so dull and boring as that. My agent arranged for us to attend a formal party this weekend hosted by some big names in the publishing business. I want you to join me as my date."

The girl grinned and gave me a playful wink. "Arm candy for you?"

"In a way. I expect you to look presentable, but don't assume I want you to behave like an obedient lap dog in front of my contemporaries. This isn't a scene from My Fair Lady."

"More like Pretty Woman."

I gave her a wry smile. "The main difference here is that I didn't hire you for sex."

Tammy grinned seductively and gave me a wink. "You say that now."

After dining we headed to the stores to find some nice dresses. Tammy stopped me with her hand on my arm outside the Victoria's Secret outlet. "Hand me your credit card," she stated authoritatively. "I have a detour to make."

I gave her a quizzical look. "Are you sure you'll be needing any of that?"

"Of course, honey. You said you wanted to have my incredibly sexy body be displayed properly. That means showing it off for you as well."

"Okay... if you say so." I removed my card from my wallet. "You want me to come in with you and help you decide?"

"No. You stay out here." The girl gave me a demure smile. "Half the fun is seeing the look on your face when you catch me in those skimpy nothings for the first time."

"Kind of like when I saw you stripping on stage the other night?"

"Exactly." Tammy accepted the card from me. "Seeing you drooling over me with your tongue hanging out was absolutely priceless."

"I was not drooling."

"You will be!" She kissed me on the cheek. "And if I'm not too much mistaken, the action that is sure to follow will be more than worth the price tag."

"You sound rather sure of yourself."

"As a stripper, it's my job to arouse people with my body."

She turned to leave me and I dropped onto the bench outside the store. "One would think a stripper for have no use for such apparel," I snorted to her back.

Tammy turned and grinned seductively over her shoulder at me. "Even a stripper has to have something to remove."

I helped Tammy carry her packages into the apartment. "Looks like we got quite a haul for our first shopping spree," I observed.

"You are so wonderful to do this for me," Tammy smiled. "At first I thought you were kidding when you mentioned buying new clothes for me last night."

"I wasn't joking about any of it, sweetie." I closed the door and carried some of her items into the living room. "The clothes are part of the deal, along with the limousines, fine dining --"

"Jewelry."

"No real diamonds," I laughed. "Sorry."

"They don't have to be." Tammy joined me and dropped heavily onto the couch. "My earrings are usually the cheap kind you find for a buck a pair."

"I'm sure I can manage a little better than that." I sat in the chair across from her. "You realize you are going to have to give me a fashion show later so I can see what you bought."

My friend returned a knowing smile. "You just want to see what I got at the sexy lingerie store!"

I laughed. "Guilty as charged! But you can't blame me too much after catching your hot striptease act last night. I can't wait to see that smoking bod in some sexy skimpy nothings."

"Naughty girl." Tammy winced as she removed her shoes. "Speaking of dancing, my feet are killing me. I wore a new pair of high heels for a dance number last night they hurt like the dickens."

"Poor baby." I slid off the chair and knelt by the sofa and helped her with her shoes. "Let me take care of you."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to. You are my partner now, remember? Lie back and relax and I'll rub your sore tootsies."

The girl laughed and reclined onto the cushions. "You never told me you had a foot fetish."

"I didn't want to scare you off." I set her shoes aside and began to massage her feet. "If the truth be known, I happen to have a Tammy Taylor fetish, but please don't tell anyone."

"Your secret is safe with me." I gently massaged her feet and toes. Tammy knitted her hands behind her head and expelled her breath in a contented sigh. "I could get used to this real fast."

I smiled warmly at the girl. "Consider this as part of our deal, then. I get to give you a foot massage every day for the next two weeks."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to," I smiled as I rubbed her sore tootsies. "I happen to think you have very sexy feet."

Tammy giggled. "Is there any part of me that you don't find sexy?"

"I haven't found anything yet!"

My friend smiled sweetly as I tenderly rubbed my thumbs over the bottom of her foot. "You realize this is one of those intimate moments I was telling you about?"

"I didn't think massaging your feet fell under the category of intimacy."

"Well, it does. Don't forget, I'm the expert on such matters."

"I stand corrected."

"So tell me about the books you write."

I sighed wearily and shifted my attention to her other foot. "Adventure stories, some mysteries, a few romances... although my publisher believes they aren't as romantic as they should be. That's where you come in. I need you to show me what romance is."

"Well, I happen to think you are off to a pretty good start in that department."

"What do you mean?"

"Rubbing a person's toes can be quite romantic."

"I believe the intimacy part because you have to be pretty comfortable with someone to let them play with your toes like this. But bare feet and romance doesn't quite jive in my brain."

 

"Trust me, it is. It can be a real turn-on."

I laughed. "You should have warned me before I started this then."

Tammy grinned widely. "What, and miss out on a great foot massage? Not on your life!"

I fell silent as I rubbed Tammy's toes. My partner returned an enigmatic smile and asked, "What is it?"

"Oh, I was thinking about being romantic this evening. At least, as romantic as I know how to be."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking about maybe having you slip into one of your new cocktail dresses and join me for dinner."

"We're going out again?"

"Yes. Very fancy and very romantic."

"Sounds wonderful!"

"I know an intimate little place called the Brass Rail. They make a fabulous flame broiled T-bone steak."

"The Brass Rail? I never heard of it."

"I'm not surprised. It's very expensive."

"That explains it. I'm more of a flame broiled hamburger gal myself."

"It's pretty high class and very romantic. Soft music, soft lighting, good food and a nice red wine to go with it."

Tammy grinned. "My, you are becoming quite the romantic!"

"And only after one day with you."

"Are you sure this isn't merely a plot to see me in one of those sexy slinky dresses?"

"That certainly is a large part of it."

The girl raised her free foot and caressed my arm with her toes. "Just so long as I get to show you my version of romance afterward."

"Absolutely. You are the expert. I'm putty in your hands."

"Yeah, baby!" Tammy leered, dragging her toes over my breast. "I love it when I get to be the one in charge!"

The Brass Rail was a moderately sized restaurant on the lower West side of town on a side street away from the public eye. Its remote location along with a relatively pricey menu kept the place from being too crowded on any given night. I preferred it that way. What good was dining at a cozy restaurant that was too crowded to be intimate?

The dining room was dimly lit but not so dark that you couldn't see your partner or read the menu. The place was decorated in dark stained oak with plenty of burnished brass. The tables were covered with burgundy cloth with lit candles in the floral centerpiece. A man in a white tuxedo softly played classical music and some familiar show tunes on a baby grand piano off to one side. The Brass Rail was the perfect place to bring a date. I hoped Tammy would be pleased and properly impressed.

A handsome dark-haired man in his late thirties wearing a black tuxedo glanced up from his station as we entered the foyer. He smiled warmly at us, although I suspected he was more pleased at seeing my date than with me. In her short thigh-length red cocktail dress, the gal was a real knockout.

"Table for two, ladies?" he asked cordially.

"Yes, please," Tammy beamed. I could tell she felt like a celebrity in her fancy dress in such an expensive restaurant.

"Right this way."

I touched Tammy on the lower back at the waist to guide her to go ahead of me. My hand slid down to her rear. Tammy grinned at me over her shoulder. I smiled back. I couldn't help touching the girl. She was so beautiful and sexy. Plus, she was my paid escort, not only for the evening but for the next couple of weeks. I felt I had every right to paw my young lady's ass whenever I felt the urge.

I stared across the table in reverent awe at my dining companion. Tammy looked sensational in the form-fitting red sequined sleeveless tube dress. It fit snugly to her braless tits and shapely hips. It had a scooping neckline to her cleavage and fell a few inches below the crotch on her thighs. God, she looked magnificent! Compared to her, I felt downright frumpy on my white and gold chenille designer frock.

Tammy paused while poking her salad with her fork. She tilted her head with a curious expression. "What?"

"Forgive me, but you look absolutely breathtaking."

My date giggled and set her fork aside. "Is this what I have to look forward to over the next two weeks?"

"Sorry. I have this nasty habit of saying what is on my mind."

Tammy picked up her wineglass and smiled at me over the rim. "A girl can never get enough compliments, so long as they are sincere."

"Oh, they are definitely sincere, honey, I guarantee."

My date sipped her wine and set her glass aside. "So tell me a little about yourself, Jules. I know you're thirty-four. You seem to me to be a very sweet and caring woman. Why are you still single?"

I shrugged apathetically and stabbed at the remains of my Caesar salad. "I suppose I never found myself interested in anyone. Or the more likely scenario is that nobody ever found themself interested in me."

"I find that extremely hard to believe."

"It's true. You wouldn't know it by the way I act around you, but I am normally a shy and introverted person. I find myself being quite open and comfortable with you, which is very surprising. I only let my hair down around my publicist Marsha Bowers, and even then it's not all that chummy. She's about the only one who truly understands the way I am. I get all tongue-tied when I'm around people, especially the ones I don't know. And men. I can't talk to men. I think I'm afraid they'll be overly judgmental of me. That's why I never dated. Not in high school or college or even now. I feel stupid when I'm around people. I prefer to be alone." I picked up my wineglass and took a drink. "That's why I've been a writer for so long. I can express myself without fear of judgment or condemnation. I escape to a world of my own creation where I am in complete control, where I always say and do the right things."

Tammy reached across the table and rested her hand on top of mine. "You can say and do anything you want around me, sweetie. I want you to be comfortable with me. You can feel open and intimate as much as you want and I promise I will never judge you." She smiled and gave my fingers a squeeze. "But this isn't one of your romance novels either, honey. You're going to have to let me be in charge every once in awhile."

I chuckled at the girl. "I prefer you to be. The only way I can learn is by having you teach me. And I'm not afraid. I know you'll be gentle and patient and understanding with me."

"I'll try."

Our steaks arrived, broiled to perfection. "Yeah, baby!" Tammy beamed excitedly. "Let's eat!"

Tammy leaned back in her seat and expelled her breath in a deep contented sigh. "Hoo man! I am stuffed! That was so good!"

"I knew you would like it."

"Thanks for taking me here, Jules. I would never have been able to afford it otherwise."

"My pleasure." I sipped my wine and smiled at her over the rim of my glass. "Seeing you in that sexy dress has made the evening more than worth it, believe me."

My partner grinned. "Then I am your arm candy after all."

"And eye candy as well."

Tammy patted her tummy. "Looks like you are going to have to help me work off this meal later."

I gave her a knowing smile. "I'll bet I can guess what kind of workout plan you have in mind."

"Our first date and already you know me so well." She leaned forward and rested her hand on mine on top of the table. "Maybe you can help me work off some of these calories right now."

My eyebrows leaped up. "What! Here? I don't think so."

"Oh yes, I know so!" Tammy stood up and grasped my hand. "Let's dance."

"Dance? Sorry, I don't dance."

"I'm the expert on romance, remember? Dancing is romantic, so tonight we dance."

I rose to my feet. "Believe me, there's nothing romantic about the way I dance."

Tammy led us to the small wooden dance floor in a dimly lit area of the room. "You held me in your bedroom earlier. Same thing, only to music." We stopped in the center of the vacant space and she turned to me. "Time to show off your arm candy, honey-buns."

"Who is leading this dance?"

"We both are." Tammy draped her arms around my neck. "Hold my waist." I did as she instructed. My partner moved closer to me and we began to sway in rhythm to Sentimental Journey. "Don't tell me you've become shy all of a sudden," Tammy murmured. "Hold me, for Pete's sake."

I held her waist and pulled her closer to me. Tammy's full firm tits pressed against my boobs. "People are going to look at us."

"So? Let them look." Tammy rested her face against my cheek and sighed contentedly. "All they're going to see is two women dancing. Big friggin' deal."

"I suppose you're right." I encircled my arms around her, the girl's slender form so warm and soft against my chest. "You really are very sexy in this dress."

"You make me feel sexy the way you keep ogling me and undressing me with your eyes."

I chuckled. "You caught me again. I can't help myself. I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about how desirable you are. I've never thought about another woman that way before."

"I'm glad you do. Most folks think I'm sexy without my clothes on. You make me feel that way all the time."

"That's because you are that way all the time. At least you are to me."

"You're sweet."

I caressed my hands over her back. "You are so intriguing and exciting. You challenge me to take risks and step out of my comfort zone." I smoothed my hands down her spine to feel her rear. "You arouse desires in me I never felt before."

Tammy smooched my cheek by my ear and whispered, "You're feeling my ass."

"So I am."

"Aren't you afraid someone will see us?"

I sighed dreamily and swayed to the music with the lovely lass in my arms. "I don't care. Holding you is more important than public opinion right now."

"Good for you."

"And it isn't like I'm all that well known in here. One good thing about being a famous author -- your name gets you a good table at a restaurant, but you're not so famous that people hound you while you're eating." I nuzzled my face in her long blonde tresses. "Besides, who knows how long it will be before I get the chance to hold you like this again?"

"You may have to wait at least until we get back home."

"See? That is a long time."

Tammy giggled into my ear. "You are so silly sometimes."

I let Tammy drive us home from the restaurant, partly because she looked so stunning in that sensuous dress that I might cause us to have an accident by staring at her while I drove. Tammy slid behind the wheel and kicked her shoes off. "I can't drive in these," she huffed, tossing them in the back seat.

"You are very sexy when you do that."

My friend grinned at me as she started the engine. "Having a foot fetish again, Ju-Ju?"

"I just happen to think you are an incredibly sexy woman."

Tammy rested her hand on my knee. "I have had people tell me that many times before, but no one has ever said it with such pure sincerity in their voice."

I rested my hand on hers as she dropped the car into gear and we pulled from the lot. "I mean it, Tammy. You are incredible. You are sexy, witty, fun and stunningly beautiful."

The girl laughed and patted my knee. "Usually folks give me that sweet talk because they want to have sex with me."

"That isn't my only reason." She grinned at me as I smiled seductively. "Though the idea of seeing that sensuous figure naked does have a certain appeal to it."

Tammy flashed me a knowing grin. "If I get naked, seeing isn't the only thing you'll be doing, lady. It will definitely be a hands-on experience and I'll expect you to be naked as well."

I leered at her and caressed my palm over her leg as Tammy steered through the darkened streets. "You know how much I love ogling and touching you. I may not be able to restrain myself if I find myself naked and alone with you."

"You better not!" Tammy laughed. "I most certainly won't."

I unlocked the door to our apartment and tossed my purse on the table beside the door.

Tammy patted me on the rear. "I'll go lock up and turn out the lights," she said. "You go hop into bed." She caressed my arm and gave me a seductive leer. "Naked, of course."

I removed my clothes and slipped naked under the covers. I wasn't used to being nude in bed. It felt strange having the linen sheets soft and cool against my bare flesh.

Tammy entered the bedroom carrying a lighted taper in a silver candlestick. She wore a sheer clingy blue teddy that accented her contours quite nicely. "Holy cow!" I exclaimed in reverent awe.

The girl smiled demurely and switched off the light. The room was cast into a dim orange yellow glow from the flickering flame. "That was exactly the response I was hoping to get."

"I thought you said you were going to sleep in the nude."

Tammy set the candle on the stand beside the bed and grinned. "I will be... eventually." The girl slipped under the covers and shifted her body close to me. "Time for lesson number one on intimacy."

I lay with my arms crossed over my bare bosom as Tammy snuggled up to my side and draped her arm over my abdomen. "This feels awkward and weird," I groused.

"You never slept with anyone before?"

"No."

"And you never made love to a woman either?"

"Well, actually... I never made love to anyone before."

Tammy shifted up onto her elbow and gazed down at me. "Are you still a virgin?"

"Pretty stupid, huh?"

"No honey, it isn't stupid at all." She tenderly caressed her fingers over my arm. "I can understand how nervous you must be, this being your first time and all. Would it be too much of a disappointment if I was your first lover?"

"No. Of course not."

Tammy gently eased my arms away from my breasts. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes... I guess so."

My partner leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "Then allow me to give you pleasure and satisfaction as only another woman can."

She lowered her lips to meet mine in a long tender kiss. It was so soft and gentle and loving. I uncrossed my arms and exhaled my breath into her mouth. "Oh yes," I sighed with contentment. I smoothed my hand over her back as she kissed along my jaw and down my neck. It was exquisite! Tammy made me feel like we were the only two people in the whole world.

Tammy moved her mouth down my throat to suckle my breasts. My breath came in a short gasp. I never had a woman kiss me there before. "You like it when I lick your pretty tits?" Tammy murmured.

"Oh yes."

"Tell me."

"What?"

"Tell me what you want."

I smoothed my hand over her spine. "I want you to kiss my breasts." Tammy moved her mouth over my soft mounds. I closed my eyes and arched my spine off the bed. "Oh yes! That feels great!"

"You want me to suck your nipple?"

"Yes please!"

"Beg me."

"Please baby, suck my nipple." My lover gently wrapped her soft delicate lips around the sensitive pointed tip. "Oh God, yes," I moaned in ecstasy. "You are the most erotic lover in the world!"

"You want to feel my naked body against yours?"

"Oh yes!"

Tammy shifted up onto her knees and grinned down at me. "Yes what?"

I grinned. "Let me feel that sexy beautiful naked body against me."

The girl smiled down at me and caressed her fingers over my bare tit. "Undress me... slowly."

I reached up and peeled the straps of her sheer teddy ever-so-slowly down her arms exposing her perfect breasts. In the flickering candlelight she looked like an angel come to visit me in my bed. "You are so incredibly beautiful," I breathed in pure admiration.

Tammy slipped her arms out of the straps and peeled her teddy to her navel. "I happen to think you have a very nice body, Julie. Do you mind if I make love to you tonight?"

I raised my hand and lightly stroked her breast. "I would like that very much." Tammy pushed her teddy to her knees and bared her honey-colored muff. It was so pretty. "God, you're absolutely gorgeous."

Tammy shifted onto her hip and peeled the sheer garment off her legs. She tossed it onto the floor and crawled above me on her hands and knees. "Time for this girl to show this sexy woman how desirable she is."

"I'm glad you think so."

Tammy moved above me, her blonde tresses fanning down around her face. "I want to make love to you," she murmured softly.

"Oh yes, baby," I whispered, raising my hands to hold her sides. "I want you to love me."

My lover lowered her lips to meet mine. She kissed me hungrily, her hot naked body sprawling on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her close to my breast. My mind reeled with the wonderful sensation of feeling the girl's soft warm flesh against mine. "Oh yes," I panted lustfully. "You are so incredible!"

Tammy arched her spine a little and shimmied her shoulders above me, her nipples raking lightly back and forth over my tits. Her tongue snaked into my mouth to tangle with mine. I kissed her and flicked my tongue against hers, my hands roaming over the small of her back to her butt. I groped her rear with my fingers. Damn, that girl had a magnificent ass!

I found it surprising and more than a little bit shocking that I had so much sexual desire and attraction toward this young woman. Tammy was exciting and arousing. She made me experience things I never felt before, things I never imagined possible, especially with a lady lover. What she and I were doing felt so perfect and natural and right. We were simply two people sharing intimate contact. It didn't matter that we were both women. In fact, it was much better this way. I could tell her things without the embarrassment I might feel if I had a male partner. Tammy knew what it took to please a woman, whereas a man may not be as knowledgeable in that respect. He may also be more interested in satisfying himself and not as focused upon my needs. Tammy Taylor merely wanted to show me all the pleasures that a woman could experience when it was done correctly. She was the teacher and I was her very willing student.

But my lovely partner was much more to me than that. Tammy was my first lover. This could have been a purely clinical experience of her showing me the mechanics of sexual satisfaction, and yet, she was making love to me as though she truly meant it. Tammy wanted me to feel desire. My sensuous instructor certainly succeeded in that respect. I found myself lusting over her sexy body, wanting to do things to her like she was doing to me. I wanted to make love to her as only a woman could. I wanted Tammy to feel the desire I felt as she attended to the needs of my body. I wanted to be a good lover for her.

I nearly giggled out loud at the sweet naughtiness of the act of two women making love. Tammy awakened repressed sexual passion within me and I wanted to return that pleasure back to her one hundredfold. I wanted to show her that I could be a loving partner and satisfy her as well. I felt my entire being come alive with arousal and lust. I wanted to make mad passionate love to this woman and have her know beyond any doubt that I was indeed capable of passion and sexual satisfaction. I wanted to fuck this hot honey with wild abandon and make her beg for more!

My partner started to inch down my body, her mouth kissing and sucking along my jaw and down my throat. "Oh yes," I moaned with pleasure. "Kiss me and lick me all over with that beautiful talented tongue of yours!" I felt my heart flutter and my loins tingle as I spoke my amorous desires aloud. I knew I had nothing to fear from this sweet loving girl. Tammy's only intention was to please me. I could confess my most lurid wants and desires to her and she would willingly comply. This darling child merely wanted my first sexual experience to be truly wonderful and she would not deny me any request.

Tammy moved her mouth down to my breasts. I caressed my hands over her bare back and shoulders. "Suck my tits and nipples," I panted with lust. My lips curled into a smile as my partner immediately obeyed my command. Tammy wanted to satisfy me. All I had to do was ask. "Lick my body, lover," I rasped with desire. "Lick me all over with your magnificent tongue."

 

The girl inched lower, her mouth suckling my abdomen and swirling the tip of her tongue around my navel. I dug my fingers through her wavy blonde tresses, my lover's long mane sweeping lightly over my boobs and tummy.

Tammy moved down between my legs. I had a pretty good idea where she was heading and what she was about to do. The girl was going to perform cunnilingus on my vagina. I never had another woman touch me there before, yet alone use her tongue and mouth to satisfy me. I was a tiny bit scared and apprehensive but far too aroused to offer any protest. Plus I wanted her to give me sensual pleasure. I certainly wouldn't want to hurt the poor girl's feelings by breaking the mood and interrupting such a stimulating sex lesson. I wanted her to provide me with coital relief and was extremely curious of how she would do it using her mouth and tongue.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest and my body quivered with anticipation. I didn't know what to expect or how to react. Tammy must have sensed my anxiety. She smiled up at me from between my legs in the flickering candlelight. "It's all right honey," she cooed lovingly. "I'm going to lick you down here, okay?"

"Okay."

She lightly kissed the curly hairs covering my pubic mound and expelled her hot breath onto my vagina. I closed my eyes and sighed with contentment, spreading my legs wider for her. The sensation was incredible!

"I'm going to kiss your pussy, okay?"

"Oh yes," I sighed dreamily. "You got me so hot and aroused."

"I'm only getting started, sweetie!" Her lips lightly brushed over the sensitive delicate folds of my vagina and instantly a charge of electricity surged throughout my entire body. I expelled my lungs in a whoosh of air and gripped the bed sheets at my sides. God, Tammy was so erotic! This experience was by far more pleasurable than masturbating myself any fucking day of the week! I had fingered myself off many times before, usually when I was very drunk or extremely lonely or both. I fingered my twat in order to provide temporary relief. It was merely a mechanism to get me off. But never before had I ever felt the soft gentle touch of another woman's lips on my virgin love-opening. It was so exquisite and arousing! I felt myself growing damp from my teacher's tender ministrations. My body shivered and my flesh tingled and I prayed for this darling girl to give me more!

Tammy flicked out her tongue and licked the soft folds of my wet womanhood. I squeezed my eyes shut and writhed atop the bed. My flesh sparked with static electricity and I thought my loins were about to explode! She probed my pussy with her tongue, my cunny tingling with sensual stimulation. It was so erotic and delicious!

"I'm going to lick your clit, okay?"

I moaned with lust and clutched at the bed sheets. "Oh yes, baby! Lick my clit!"

Tammy flicked her tongue over the sensitive nub of my clitoris and I shuddered with excitement. God, I never knew how wonderful this would be! I instantly knew I would be addicted to Tammy licking my hot wet cunt! I knew I would want her to satisfy me this way every day and every night as long as she was with me. My lover slipped a hand under her chin and spread my vaginal lips with her fingers. She pressed her tongue deeper inside me and I arched my spine off the bed. I dug my fingers through her blonde hair and pulled her face tighter to my hot dripping twat. "Oh yes!" I panted with lust. "Oh God baby, fuck yes!" I startled myself with my ribald outburst but was far too overcome with sexual desire to think sensibly. To hell with being prim and proper! Lick that hot wet cunt, you sexy sensuous lover!

The girl brought her other hand over my leg and parted my vaginal lips from above as well, her tongue lapping my sensitive clit. I squealed with delight and pulled her face tighter to my cunt. I prayed to God the girl would shove her whole head inside me! Tammy lapped and licked me hungrily and I could feel the juices welling up in my pussy. "Oh baby, yes," I moaned, squeezing my tit with my free hand. "You're going to do it!"

Tammy grinned up from my crotch as she lapped my seeping vent. "Am I going to make you cum?"

"Oh God, yes! You're going to make me cum!"

She rammed her tongue deeper inside me and I felt my body shudder from sensual overload. Fingering myself off was never like this! Tammy licked away, my body trembling atop the bed. "Cum for me baby," she growled lustily. "Cum in my mouth!"

My loins tingled and I knew I was getting close. I gripped the sheets with both hands, my muscles twitching as I inched ever nearer my first full-blown orgasm. I had satisfied myself many times before, but this was going to be my first orgasm and it was going to be huge! Every muscle tensed like a tightly-wound coil ready to be sprung. My cunt sparked with electricity and my mind reeled with erotic ecstasy. I couldn't think, I couldn't react, other than to let the sensual stimulation send me over the edge into orgasmic oblivion. Every fiber of my being felt alive with pleasure and I prayed the feeling would last an eternity.

And then it happened.

My body suddenly jerked and spasmed as a torrent of cunt juice exploded from my sated snatch onto my lover's tongue. I writhed and thrashed wildly atop the bed, every muscle contorting uncontrollably with carnal release. Wave after satisfying wave of cunt cream gushed from my tingling twat. I couldn't stop myself, even if I was insane enough to even try. It was the most intensely satisfying sensation I ever experienced in my life! Every neuron in my brain fired at once, every nerve in my flesh became alive with static charge. It was incredible! This darling beautiful child had gotten me off with her mouth and tongue in a way I never dreamed possible. She had probed my vagina with her tongue and licked my clitoris and made me experience my first mind-blowing orgasm. I came and came and came until my sated cunt was completely drained, my body collapsing limp and spent upon the bed.

I lay quivering atop the sheets, my flesh ice cold and on fire at the same time. Tiny sparks danced across my loins and lights flashed within my brain. I had been propelled to the very edge of the universe, my entire being exploding in a stellar nova, only to return to my spent body in the afterglow of a thoroughly satisfying fuck. I lay trembling for a long while, my chest heaving breathlessly. My mind was numb and my muscles weak. All I knew was that I was utterly and totally content.

Tammy crawled up my body on her hands and knees and sprawled her naked form on top of me. She felt so warm and soft as she laid her head on my shoulder. "Was it okay?"

I could hardly move. "My God, darling, it was indescribably phenomenal."

"I'm glad." She lay on top of me, her fingers gently stroking my bare shoulder and neck. "You don't mind if I stay here a moment, do you?"

I weakly raised my arms and tenderly stroked her naked back. "Honey, you can stay here for a hundred thousand years of you like."

Tammy laughed and shifted over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. She smiled down at me and lightly caressed her hand over my breasts. "I take it lesson one was a complete success."

I smiled happily up at her. "I hope that isn't the only time we'll have that particular lesson. You got me utterly addicted to what you can do to me."

"Don't worry. We can practice that lesson as many times as you want." Tammy leaned down and met my lips in a tender kiss. "That and many more wonderful lessons too."

I kissed her and stroked my hand over her spine. "I'm very happy that you were my first sex partner. You were absolutely fantastic."

Tammy smiled. "I am glad I was able to give you pleasure."

"Oh, you definitely do that, sweetheart. You most definitely do that."

Tammy lay by my side and I absently caressed my fingers along her spine. It felt so wonderful to have a warm naked body next to mine. The girl draped her arm across my tummy and rested her head on my shoulder. "You okay?" she murmured softly.

"Yes."

"You seem awfully quiet."

"Merely savoring the feeling of your delicate skin against mine."

"You like it?"

"Yes."

"Me too."

We lay in silence for a while as I tenderly stroked my fingers along her back. "Tammy?" I whispered at last.

"Yes?"

"I want to make love to you."

"You do?"

"Yes. I want to please you like you please me. But I've never done anything like that before and I want it to be good for you."

"Oh honey," she mewed, raising up onto one elbow and smiling down at me. "Just knowing you want to make it good for me is half the pleasure. If you have the desire to make your partner happy, it shows in the way you make love to them."

I eased the girl onto her back and shifted my body on top of her. "Teach me, Tammy," I pleaded. "Teach me how to make love to you."

My beautiful partner grinned up at me. "Kiss me." I pressed my mouth to hers in a long passionate kiss. My tongue snaked into her mouth to tangle with hers. I wanted it to be the best kiss ever, one to light a fire within her and let Tammy know that I wanted to be her lover. I finally let my partner up for air and she smiled, caressing her hands over my sides. "Now kiss my titties the same way."

I moved down the bed and kissed her nipples, swirling my tongue around the pointed tips. Tammy moaned softly with pleasure. I moved my mouth to her other breast, kissing and sucking her tit as I gently fondled the other. I wanted to make love to her full perfect tits, to pay homage to her fantastic figure. Tammy exhaled in contentment and raked her fingers through my hair. I was emboldened by the knowledge that I was stimulating my partner as a real lover should.

"Oh yes, honey," Tammy rasped softly. "You are so good."

"Really?"

"Yes really." She stroked her fingers over my scalp. "Kiss me lower."

I moved my lips down her body, kissing and licking her abdomen and around her navel. Tammy spread her legs, inviting me to tend to her vagina. I inched lower, my lips and tongue teasing her pubic area. "Oh yes," she panted with lust. "You got me so hot."

I exhaled my breath onto the curly hairs covering her pubic area. "Really?"

"Fuck yes, really! You are so erotic!"

"I'm glad." I moved my body between her legs and kissed her vagina. The woman shivered below me and dug her fingers into my hair. I liked the way she tasted and the softness of her delicate pink folds. I probed her slit with my tongue, my partner writhing in carnal pleasure.

I smiled as I lapped her delicious cunt. I was making love to a woman and she was enjoying it! My first sexual partner was rapt in sensual pleasure. I was finally making love to someone and they were loving it!

I shifted up onto my elbows and slipped my hands under my chin. I parted Tammy's pussy lips with my fingers and probed my tongue in deeper. "Oh fuck, yes," she moaned. "God, you are so good." I lapped and licked her into an erotic frenzy, the girl's body writhing and squirming atop the bed. "Lick my clit," she begged.

I glanced up from between her legs. "How do I do that?"

Tammy spread her pussy lips for me and rubbed her finger over the nub in front of my nose. "Right here."

I flicked my tongue across the button of her clitoris. Tammy shuddered and spread her legs wider. "That's it! Right there!" I licked her pussy and her clit, the sexy girl quivering with arousal. I poked one finger into her vagina as I licked her clit. The girl was sopping wet! I probed her slit with my finger as I flicked my tongue around her clit. Tammy moaned with lust and arched her spine off the bed. Apparently, she liked what I was doing to her. I sawed my finger in and out as I licked her sensitive nub. Tammy's breath began to come in short staccato gasps, little uh uh uh sounds escaping her beautiful parted lips. I didn't know what I was doing, but my partner seemed to enjoy it.

I kept up my fingering and licking for a while until all of a sudden Tammy squealed at the top of her lungs and shook uncontrollably, a gush of sweet cream bursting from her cunt. I was surprised by the sudden blast of jizz onto my hand and mouth. I liked the taste of it, so salty and sweet. I licked up every drop and swirled my tongue around and into her seeping snatch. Tammy's cum tasted so delicious I wanted more.

The girl jerked and spasmed and collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving breathlessly. "Oh God," she moaned softly, her arms limp at her sides.

I glanced up at her from between her legs and asked, "Was I good?"

"No darling," she croaked weakly. "You were way beyond good. You were fan-fucking-tastic!"

I grinned and inched my body up on top of hers. "I'm glad."

"Not half as glad as I am."

I moved above her and kissed her mouth. "So I guess it was good for you?"

"Mmmmm," she purred contentedly, wrapping her arms around my back. "It was very good." Tammy kissed me long and soft on the mouth. "You are a wonderful lover."

"It helps when I have a good teacher." I shifted onto my side to lay next to her. "I believe I actually learned something."

"You most certainly did."

I giggled and caressed my fingers over her perfect titties. "Besides that."

"Oh? Tell me more."

"I learned that I like the taste of your pussy. I like the feel of it and the texture and the taste. I like the flavor of your cum in my mouth."

"I'm glad."

"You may not say that later," I grinned coyly, tenderly stroking my fingers over her boobs. "You may discover you have an insatiable woman on your hands who wants to lick your pussy all the time."

Tammy giggled and rolled onto her side to face me. "You say it like it's a bad thing."

"Not for me, it isn't."

Tammy moved closer and touched her lips to mine. "I suppose I could put up with you wanting to make love to me often. You already touch my body a lot. I say, why not satisfy each other when we feel like it?"

"Does that mean you enjoy doing it with me too?"

"Yes, Jules. I think you are one sexy lady and a very satisfying lover. It's been a very long time since I've had a woman do those things to me as well as you do."

"I'm glad." I smoothed my hand over her bare side to her hip. "I want to be a good lover for you, Tammy. I want to learn how to please you and satisfy you as only a woman can."

"You do, honey. You do." She smiled and caressed her hand along my arm. "You think you can sleep having a naked body in bed beside you?"

"I won't be able to sleep at all if you don't."

"You're sweet."

"But knowing as I do how talented you are in the ways of lovemaking, I may not want to sleep even if you are here with me."

Tammy leaned over and blew out the candle, casting the room into total darkness. I rolled onto my back and she snuggled into my side and draped her arm over my tummy. "I'll be here for you whenever you need me."

"That makes me very happy to know that." I held her close to my side and smoothed my hand over her bare back. "Do you often sleep with someone in your bed?"

"Sometimes. Not very often. I usually have sex with a friend of mine at his place and then go home." Tammy sighed contentedly and rested her head on my shoulder. "I could really get used to this, Jules. It feels so loving and comfortable to fall asleep in your arms."

"I don't want to get used to it," I murmured quietly to myself. "I want this moment to always feel new and fresh and last forever and ever and ever."

CHAPTER 4

I cracked my eyes to the chinks of sunlight peeking through the lace curtains at the window. I rolled over and was surprised to find another body in my bed. That never happened to me before. I reached out my arm under the sheet to feel a female form. It was Tammy lying on her side facing away from me. Her delicate skin felt so soft and smooth to my touch.

The girl purred contentedly and shifted her back closer to me. She took my wrist and pulled my arm over her side, tucking my forearm between her breasts and resting her chin on my knuckles. Tammy snuggled her back to my chest; her perfect ass nestled against my crotch. The girl expelled a sigh of contentment and drifted back asleep.

I held her soft sensuous body close to me. It was an exquisite experience having a warm body to wake up to. I nuzzled my face in her long blonde tresses and savored the sweet sensation of her soft skin against mine. The moment was so tender and loving. I fought the urge to wake the girl and kiss her and hold her tight to my bosom. I lightly kissed my partner's bare shoulder. Tammy sighed in her sleep. I closed my eyes and smiled knowing this was exactly the way I wanted to wake up every morning for the next two weeks.

I stirred awake to movement in my arms. Tammy yawned and stretched lazily and rolled onto her back toward me. She smiled dreamily into my eyes. "Good morning."

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep okay?"

"I slept surprisingly well, thank you. I don't remember ever feeling so relaxed." I caressed my fingers over her tummy. "I especially liked waking up with you next to me."

"I'm glad." She yawned and stretched her arms over her head. "You ready to get up?"

"Not just yet. I want to feel your sexy naked body for a little while longer."

Tammy giggled. "You sure like touching me, don't you, honey-bear?"

"Yes, very much."

She brought her arms down around my back and on my arm. "I like it when you touch me. It's like you're softly petting a bunny rabbit." She caressed her hand over my back. "Did you enjoy making love with me last night?"

"Boy, did I ever!"

The girl grinned brightly. "That was only lesson number one. There are plenty more lessons as soon as you feel you're ready for them."

I gently raked my fingertips over her abdomen. "Let's not take things too fast. I want to savor every delicious moment with you."

"It's all right, honey. I'm not going anywhere. I'm all yours for the next two weeks."

"Even so, this has been the best I've felt for a really long time. Let me relish it for a bit."

"Of course, darling." The girl snuggled closer to my body, her naked breasts pressed to mine. "We can stay here as long as you want."

"Tammy, honey?"

"Yes?"

"Would it be okay if we made love again this morning?"

The girl giggled with amusement. "You really like doing that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I like the way I feel when you make love to me. But I also want to be pleasing to you as well."

"You do please me, sweetie." Tammy kissed me tenderly on the lips. "You happen to be a very attentive and satisfying lover."

"I want to be good for you. Please show me how to satisfy you more."

My partner shifted up onto one elbow and smiled happily at me. "My, but you are a willing and eager student!"

I gently stroked her breast with my fingertips. "I happen to think I have one very sexy teacher."

Tammy smiled and smoothed her hand down my abdomen and over the curly muff covering my pubic mound. "I have something I think you will like. Care to have breakfast in bed?"

I grinned. "So long as the main course is you."

The girl laughed and threw the covers off to the foot of the bed. "Let's have a little fun together, shall we?"

I squealed with delight. "I love it when you're so spontaneous!"

Tammy rose up onto all fours and turned around to face the foot of the bed. She swung one leg over my body and positioned herself above me facing my feet. She dropped her head between my legs and drew her tongue over my cunt. "Yeah baby!" I giggled with glee. "You are so erotic!" I clamped my hands onto her waist and pulled her snatch down onto my mouth. "Let me at that pretty pink pussy!"

We licked and tongued each other in the 69-fashion. Tammy tucked her hands under my rear and spread my cunt lips with her fingers from below. I caressed my hands along her sides and cupped her hanging tits over my tummy. It was so sensuous and delightfully naughty! I licked Tammy's cunt as she probed her tongue into mine, making it feel like I was licking my own vagina. Her long blonde hair swept over my thighs as she licked my snatch. I spread my legs wider for her talented tongue.

 

"You taste so yummy!"

It was so deliciously erotic, I actually giggled out loud! Tammy's blonde tresses tickled the insides of my thighs, her tongue probed my vagina, her pointed nipples poked my tummy, and her belly rubbed against my tits. I shoved my tongue deep inside her pussy to taste her sweet nectar in my mouth.

I felt my loins tingling with arousal. Tammy was one terrific lover and knew what it took to get me going. I wanted to do the same for her. I wanted to be a good lover for my partner. I slipped a hand under my chin and probed her pussy for the nub of her clitoris. The girl moaned and trembled as I made contact. I rubbed her clit with my fingers and lapped her delicate snatch. Tammy writhed with stimulation above me. I was turning her on! I focused my attention to giving her maximum stimulation and pleasure. I wasn't even aware of my own heightened state of arousal until I was about to climax. Tammy was panting and gyrating above me, her sensuous body twitching with erotic pleasure. I wanted to make her cum in my mouth!

"Oh God," she moaned into my damp snatch. "You're going to make me cum."

"Me too."

"Let's cum together."

I lapped and licked and fingered my friend's cunt, praying that we would cum at the same instant. How intimate and exquisite that would be! Two lovers sharing sexual release at the very same moment! I squeezed my vaginal muscles, forcing myself to hold back until my partner was ready.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Tammy gasped into my seeping vent. "Jules! You're making me cum!"

"Cum into my mouth, baby," I begged. "Let me taste your delicious cunt cream on my tongue."

Tammy shuddered and shook as a gush of sweet spew erupted from her sated snatch into my mouth. I spasmed and came at the same time. The sensation was incredible! It was as if I was eating my own cunt and tasting my own pussy nectar on my lips. Tammy and I jerked and writhed as we came for one another. It was the most intimate and sensual experience I had ever felt in my life.

My lover collapsed spent on top of me, her head wedged between my legs. "Holy fuck!" she gasped breathlessly. "You are one fast learner."

I smoothed my hands along her sides and over her soft supple rear. "It all comes back to the skills of the teacher and how much the student is willing to accept the lessons being taught."

Tammy turned around to face me and stretched her slender form on top of me. "So how was it?"

I sighed with contentment. "Wonderful, as always." I smoothed my hands over her bare back and kissed her softly on the mouth. "You are the most sensuous woman ever."

"I'm glad." Tammy smiled at me and caressed her hand over my naked chest. "How about some breakfast? Waking up with you gives me quite an appetite."

"Me too. I'll go fix us something."

"That would be great." Tammy kissed me and gently fondled my boob in her fingers. "I like the way you wake me up in the morning, Julie-bear."

"I like waking up next to you," I cooed adoringly, my hand smoothing along her back to her rear. "And making love to you, too. We'll have to make this a part of our morning routine."

"Sounds good to me."

"Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, please."

"Coming right up."

Tammy gave me a smooch on the lips and rolled off the bed. "I think I'll take a shower, okay?"

"Fine with me." I stared at her perfect ass as she strolled to the bathroom. Damn, that girl had a mighty fine physique. I never sexually desired the female form before, but now that I met Tammy Taylor and experienced what it was like to touch and kiss and make love to a beautiful woman, I found my mind dwelling on her sensuous figure all the time.

I lazily stretched my arms over my head and smiled to myself. Having a lady lover was wonderful! I could really get used to rolling in the sack with that hot honey every night and waking to her warm soft body every morning.

I crawled out of bed and crossed to the closet. I pulled on a long white terry robe and headed toward the kitchen. I paused as I passed by the bathroom. I could hear the hiss of the shower spray through the partly open door. Tammy was humming a tune I didn't recognize. I lingered outside the door listening. Tammy was so innocent and sweet, and yet so experienced and wise. What a complex enigma she was to me. The girl was certainly more than a pretty face and fantastic figure. Tammy was patient and understanding, considerate and kind. She taught me how to dance without caring who was watching. She instructed me in how to make love without feeling self-conscious or worrying if I was doing it right. Tammy was like a sweet innocent child, but also mature beyond her years. I knew that she could teach me all I wanted to know about intimacy and romance. I had to be careful, though, or I might learn to love her too much.

I started the coffee maker and took a package of bacon out of the refrigerator. I placed the strips onto cookie sheets and popped them into the oven to bake. I found it to be less messy than frying bacon in a skillet.

I turned to see Tammy stroll into the kitchen with a bath towel wrapped around her body, the top knotted at her cleavage and the bottom falling an inch below her crotch. The girl yawned and raked her fingers through her damp mussed hair that hung loosely about her bare shoulders. "Boy, I needed that," she sighed with contentment. She paused when she caught sight of me staring at her with my eyes wide and my jaw agape. "What?"

"My good God, girl," I exhaled in reverent awe. "I can never get used to how beautiful and sexy you are."

My friend expelled her breath in a snort and flapped her hand dismissively. "I must look like a drowned rat."

"You look absolutely gorgeous."

"You're sweet." She padded up to me in her bare feet and gave me a smooch on the mouth. "Is coffee ready?"

"Not quite."

"Mind if I borrow one of your robes?"

"Help yourself." I smiled and smoothed my hand over her bare shoulder and down her arm. "But don't go getting dressed on my account."

Tammy giggled and gave me a peck on the lips. "You never stop ogling me, do you?"

"Never."

Tammy turned and strolled toward the bedrooms. The girl paused and glanced at me over her bare shoulder to find me staring. I could tell she was being seductive on purpose. My lover gave a knowing grin and unfastened the knot at her cleavage and eased the towel down her back to her waist. God, she was so sexy! This lady sure knew how to strip and tease her audience. She leered at me and sensuously licked her lips. "Don't go away now," she cooed demurely.

"Keep that up, girl and I'll ravish you in the bedroom before breakfast."

Tammy leered over her bare shoulder at me. "Maybe I'll let you make love to this body after breakfast." She dropped the towel to the floor baring her perfect ass. "That is, if you're real good."

"You know you make me horny and wet when you do that."

The girl giggled and continued to the bedroom. "I know."

Tammy and I sat at the kitchen table in matching robes enjoying a leisurely breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast and some hash browns I fried up from a leftover baked potato I had in the fridge. My friend sipped her coffee and expelled a contented sigh. "It seems like forever since I've had a sit-down breakfast with someone."

"Me too." I smiled at my lovely companion. "This is really nice." I reached my hand across the table and touched her fingers. "I really like being with you, Tammy. I hope you don't mind me touching you all the time." I glanced at her hand under mine. "You stir desires in me I never knew I had before. Not just sexual desires either. I crave the touch of your skin. I adore your sweet smile and the sound of your voice. I know it sounds mushy and silly, but I thoroughly enjoy every moment we spend together."

"You are so sweet." She clasped her fingers with mine. "So what do we have on the agenda for today?"

"I thought we might do a little grocery shopping so we can stock up the refrigerator."

"Sounds like a plan." Tammy sipped her coffee and set her cup aside. "Are we done?"

"I think so. Why?"

"Because I think it's time for you and me to have a little mid-morning hanky-panky."

I grinned and gave her fingers a squeeze. "Oooh! I like that!"

Tammy held my hand and rose to her feet. "Come with me."

I stood and followed her, not to the bedroom but to the living room. "Where are we going?"

"Variety is the spice of life." The girl guided me to the sofa and had me sit in the middle of the cushion. "Allow me to get a little spicy."

"You always are."

Tammy stepped up onto the cushions with her feet on either side of my hips. She unfastened the belt of her robe and opened the front to bare her naked body to me. "Is this what you want, honey?"

I grinned up at her and slid my hands up the backs of her bare legs to grope her tight ass. "You know it is." I pulled her crotch to my mouth and plunged my tongue into her pretty pink pussy. "God, you taste so delicious!"

My partner giggled and dug her fingers into my hair. "I have never had anyone desire me as much and as often as you, lover-girl!"

"Damn right," I growled into her snatch as I lapped her hot cunt. "Better get used to it, you sensuous vixen, you!"

Tammy sighed with contentment as I licked her vagina and groped her ass in my palms. "I could get used to this real quick."

We wandered through the produce aisle of the grocery store shopping for that evening's supper. "How about a nice garden salad with lasagna for dinner?" I asked.

"You can make lasagna?"

"I can put a frozen one into the oven."

"I'm used to junk food myself."

I picked up and sniffed a cantaloupe. "Red wine?"

"With lasagna? But of course!" Tammy strolled leisurely behind me. "What do you like to do for fun?"

I turned to her. "What do you mean?"

The girl picked up a cucumber and dragged it down my cleavage. "You know, fun?"

"Stop that!" I giggled, snatching the vegetable from her hand. I glanced around. "I'm sure my ideas of fun are quite different from yours."

"So what is it you do?"

"I read... watch old movies on TV..."

Tammy moved up behind me and groped my butt. "Looks like I'm going to have to show you what fun is all about."

I scowled playfully at my companion. "Not here in the produce aisle, you're not!"

Tammy gave me an enigmatic smile. "Ever make out in the dressing room of a clothing store, honey?"

"I'm quite certain you have."

My friend stopped me with a hand on my arm. "Tell you what -- how's about after dinner I take you out to some crazy places and show you a wild time?"

"Crazy as in dangerous crazy?"

"As in places you would never go to if I was not with you."

"Which is just about any place other than a museum."

"Exactly."

I laughed. "I suppose I deserve this. I hired you to show me what I was missing in my life. I shouldn't be shocked when I get what I asked for."

"Great!" Tammy gave me a smooch on the cheek and patted my butt. "Oops! Sorry! I recall you don't like getting groped in the melons."

"Careful girl, or I'll grope your melons."

Tammy moved closer and whispered in my ear, "Let's go make out in the back storeroom."

"How about we stop at a park on the way home and make out in the back seat on my car?"

"That'll do."

I let Tammy drive us home. I knew she got a kick out of driving my Mercedes. The girl pulled into an automatic car wash. "Car wash okay?"

"Sure."

She rolled down the window and fed a five-dollar bill into the box. The unit made a dinging sound and a green light lit up for us to proceed. Tammy rolled up her window and pulled forward until the wheels caught onto the automated conveyor, then shifted into neutral to let it pull us along.

My lover rolled over to me and cupped her hand over my breast. "Let's neck!"

"What!"

"We have six minutes to make out!" she giggled. "Quick! Let's get nasty!"

I laughed. "You are hilarious, girl!"

Tammy took my wrist and pulled my hand between her legs as the soapy spray pelted the windshield. "Hurry up and get me off!"

I giggled with glee. "Lean your seat back!" Tammy did as I ordered and I sprawled my body on top of her. "I love it when you are so spontaneous!"

The girl kissed me passionately and fingered my pussy. "I'm glad you put up with my silliness."

"Not silliness, sexiness." I kissed her hungrily and groped her tit with one hand and rubbed her vagina with the other. The huge brushes lathered the windshield and side windows of the car. It felt like we were making love during a thunderstorm. "You make me so fucking hot!"

Tammy kissed me and fingered my cunt. "I love it when you talk dirty."

"It's all clean fun, making love in the car wash." I started laughing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to spoil an erotic mood, but I think this is absolutely hilarious!"

My partner began to laugh below me. "You're right. But I hope I get my point across."

"Which is?"

"Some of the most intimate and romantic gestures are unplanned adventures. Candle lit dinners, roses, and weekend getaways are romantic too, but sometimes a spur of the moment craziness can be very romantic as well."

"Point well taken." I kissed her tenderly as the blowers blasted air at the car like a jet airplane engine. "Perhaps we can finish this lesson later in bed."

"Or on the couch."

"That's romantic too."

Tammy unlocked our apartment with her key and I carried our groceries into the kitchen. "That was fun!" she giggled merrily.

"You are fun, girl!" I set the paper sacks on the countertop and turned to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and giving her a long kiss on the mouth. "You are the most fun person I have ever met."

My friend giggled and smoothed her hands over my back. "You certainly are becoming a very affectionate woman, Juliette!"

"Only with you, Tammalette!" I kissed her again and lowered my hands to grope her butt. "I happen to think you are a very talented teacher, Miss Taylor."

"Just wait; I have many more lessons for you, my lady-friend."

"Ooh! You pique my interest as well as peak my nipples, hot stuff!"

Tammy gave me a smooch on the lips. "You are so darn cute!" She broke our embrace and wandered into the living room. "Mind if I take my shoes off?"

"Mi casa, su casa, baby," I answered as I stowed our groceries in the refrigerator. "Make yourself at home."

"I still feel like a guest here, even though you say to loosen up and make this place my own."

I smiled at her as she relaxed on the sofa and kicked off her shoes. "I must admit, I do have an ulterior motive. Having you feel comfortable in your surroundings might make you more conducive to more romantic and intimate teachings."

The girl laughed. "You don't have to worry about that, sweetie-pie. I plan to give you plenty of intimate lessons in the days to come."

I gave her a knowing smile as I wandered over to her side. "Do tell."

Tammy scooted over on the sofa to let me sit on the cushion beside her. "I plan to give you all you can handle, lover-girl."

"Ooh, baby!" I grinned, leaning closer and giving her a smooch on the lips. "You definitely know how to keep this student interested in her studies."

Tammy smoothed her hand along my arm. "I have a feeling this student will show me a thing or two before the class is over."

"I hope so." I regarded her thoughtfully as I caressed my hand over her tummy. "Does it bother you when I kiss you and touch you this way?"

"Of course not. Why do you ask?"

"Well, because you probably get a lot of that as a dancer. People pawing you and grabbing you all the time. Sometimes I feel as though you're merely putting up with me."

"Oh honey," she mewed affectionately, extending her arms to me. "Come here." Tammy took me into a warm hug. "I genuinely like being with you and love it when you touch me. I know you only want to show me how much you appreciate being with me. I find it so sweet and endearing for you to want to express your affection to me so freely. Most people grope my body out of lust. You do it because I know you truly adore me."

I leaned back and smiled at her. "I do adore you, sweetheart. But I also lust after you too. I want to constantly remind you what a hot and sexy woman you are."

Tammy giggled. "You do that all the time, sweetie."

I grinned and rubbed my hand over her ample bust. "Speaking of lust, I seem to recall us not finishing our intimate moment in the car earlier."

My partner laughed. "My, but you are becoming the amorous lady!"

"So long as you know I only grope and fondle you out of pure affection, I feel more at ease in attacking you."

"Oh? You want to attack me?"

"Yes, baby." I slipped my hand lower to her abdomen. "Right here -- right now."

Tammy grinned and cupped my tit in her palm. "Out of lust or adoration?"

"Both." I shifted to my knees onto the floor beside the couch. "Definitely both."

The girl squeezed my boob and exhaled with contentment as I moved my mouth between her legs. "Oh yes," she sighed dreamily. "I'm sure this lady is going to teach me a thing or two before too long."

I prepared dinner while Tammy lounged on the sofa. I guessed it had been quite a while since she had a chance to let her hair down and simply enjoy some relaxation time.

"Tammy, honey?" I called from the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"Would you like a foot massage before or after dinner?"

The girl giggled from the sofa. "You're determined to give me a massage every day, aren't you?"

"Humor me. I get so few pleasures in life."

"When is dinner going to be ready?"

"About 45 minutes."

"You can take care of me now if you like."

"Want some wine too?"

"Absolutely!"

I finished making preparations for our dinner and opened the bottle of wine. Red would be most agreeable with lasagna. I filled two stemmed glasses and carried them into the living room. Tammy sat up on the couch and accepted one of the glasses. "My! You really are treating me like royalty!"

"You're a guest in my home."

"I thought you said this place was just as much mine as it is yours for the next couple weeks."

"So I did." I sipped my wine and set the glass aside. "Then let's call it appreciation and gratitude for what you're doing for me."

"You make it a whole lot of fun."

I lowered to kneel by the sofa and tenderly massaged her feet. Tammy sipped her wine and relaxed back into the cushion. "You are such a caring and sensitive woman, Jules. It's a wonder you need my assistance at all."

I smiled at her foot as I gently rubbed her toes. "Tending to you is something I truly enjoy. As I recall, you were hired to teach me about love. Giving you a foot massage doesn't exactly fulfill that requirement."

"There are many different forms of love, you know. Like loving little puppies and ice cream, loving the sound of rain on a summer night, loving to hear from a dear friend..."

"What about passion?"

My companion returned a wry smile. "Are you talking about lust?"

I laughed. "Only if you are!"

"Passion does not only apply to sex, I'll have you know. A person can be passionate about the work they do."

"Like your dancing," I nodded knowingly. "I could tell you have a passion for that."

Tammy shrugged her shoulder apathetically as I rubbed her toes. "I figured as long as I had to do it, I may as well enjoy myself. If the audience sees me having a good time, maybe they will too. The room has more energy that way and I can feed off of it."

"Well, I happen to think you are a fabulous dancer. You have great moves and an incredible body."

My friend smiled brightly. "Thank you for noticing."

"Oh, I definitely noticed. Heck, you were so hot on stage I had to rub myself under the table."

"I've been known to have that effect on people."

"Have you ever been in love with someone?"

"Not really. Infatuation, maybe. I thought I was in love a couple of times. We certainly had the passion, but I came to discover it was only the lust kind. I can't say I was ever really in love before. How about you?"

 

I shrugged a shoulder and stared at her foot as I massaged her toes. "Not that I can say. Not even infatuation and certainly not passion. That's what I have you here for. I want to know what it's like, even if I have to observe as an outsider looking in." I looked up at her lovely face. "I want to know what love and passion are all about."

Tammy gave me a wry smile. "I think I can do better than have you merely be an observer. I plan to immerse you in my world, girlfriend, like it or not. When I'm through with you, there will be no doubt in your mind what love and passion are." She raised her free foot and stroked her toes along my arm. "Perhaps we'll both end up learning a thing or two."

I chuckled at the girl. "If you think you are planning to submerse me in your world, I can pretty much guarantee you'll learn a thing or two. Mostly about how inept and inexperienced your student is on the subject."

"I don't know about that. I happen to think you are a faster learner than you realize. A few days ago, I doubt you would never have given anyone a foot massage."

I grinned at her and rubbed the ball of her foot with my thumbs. "You are the special exception in that regard. This is more of a form of payment for services rendered."

Tammy giggled with glee. "In that case, I'll take it!"

We sat at the table and had a nice quiet dinner. I played a CD of soft piano music on the living room stereo. "It's been a while since I had a home cooked meal," Tammy mused thoughtfully.

"This isn't all that home cooked," I shrugged, taking a bite of salad. "The lasagna is one of those frozen kinds that you pop in the oven."

"What about the garlic bread?"

"Heat and serve."

"I know you made the salad."

"Packaged in a bag."

Tammy pointed her fork at me. "I saw you slicing tomatoes earlier."

"That is true. The packaged salad mix has lettuce and carrots and croutons. I like to doctor it up a little."

"Aha! So you did make the salad!"

I smiled. "I suppose so."

"Well, thank you for going to all the trouble of doctoring the salad and popping the frozen lasagna into the oven for me."

I chuckled. "You are most welcome. I happen to think you are worth it."

Tammy took another bite of lasagna. "I don't usually sit for meals. Not unless you call sitting in a fast food joint a sit-down meal."

"I usually have dinner at this table, but rarely with company. This is a real treat for me."

"I'm glad."

I took one last bite of my salad and set my fork aside. "So where are you planning to take me tonight?"

Tammy sipped her wine and gave an enigmatic smile. "Some wild places you would never go to unless I brought you along with me."

"Wild as in perilous? Am I going to have to bail us out of jail in the morning?"

"Of course not. Wild as in fun. I already know what your idea of fun is. Now you get to find out what the real world thinks of as fun."

"I shudder to even contemplate."

Tammy set her wine glass aside. "Of course, you have to have a wardrobe change before we go out."

I glanced down at my cotton blouse and khaki slacks. "What's wrong with what I have on?"

"Puh-leese! It's okay for going to the cinema or the hardware store, but I'm talking about a party here. You gotta show off your stuff, girl."

"Show off my stuff?"

My partner expelled her breath in an exasperated huff. "I see my work is cut out for me this time." Tammy rose to her feet and took my hand. "Come along, darling."

I took her hand and stood. "Where to?"

"Closet check."

Tammy led me by the hand to our bedroom. "Where do you keep your wild clothes?" She turned and frowned at me. "Let me rephrase that -- where do you keep your non-boring party-style clothes?"

"In here." I opened the left side of the closet. "Mostly dresses and gowns, I'm afraid."

My companion nodded thoughtfully. "I can work with that. Take your clothes off."

"I beg your pardon?"

She turned to me with a doleful sigh. "I won't rape you until later, honey, I promise. Take your clothes off so we can find you something else to wear."

I chuckled under my breath as I unbuttoned my blouse. "You can't rape the willing."

Tammy laughed as she rifled through my closet. "I'll make sure you're more than willing before I do." She removed a sheer silk salmon blouse and turned to see me in my bra and panties. "All of it."

"What!"

"The bra and especially the panties."

"What! Why?"

"Because you are my date. I want you to look your best and that means I want to see your pretty pointed nipples when I get you all turned on, honey-pie."

I reached behind my back and unclasped my brassiere. "So why not panties?"

Tammy grinned seductively. "It may be a while before we get home. I might want a taste of that hot sweet pussy of yours to tide me over."

I laughed and peeled my briefs down my legs. "I've never had anyone desire me so much as you!"

The girl smiled and removed the blouse from the hanger. "You're not the only one who lusts over the female body."

I accepted the top and pulled it on. I buttoned the front and checked my reflection in the floor-length mirror. Damn, I looked pretty sexy with the outlines of my nipples in the sheer top and my dark pubic muff peeking out from below the lower hem.

Tammy dug through my closet again and found a short pleated black skirt. "Let's see how this looks." I slipped into the skirt, the hem falling just above my knees. "Too long. Got a pair of scissors?"

"What?"

"It's just a skirt, honey, and a matronly one at that. Time to show off your sexy legs."

"You must be kidding."

Tammy rested one hand on her hip and extended her palm to me. "Scissors!"

I expelled my breath in a huff and went into the bathroom, returning with a pair of scissors for her. "The waste of a perfectly good skirt."

Tammy knelt on the carpet in front of me. "It is not a perfectly good skirt if it makes you look like an old granny."

I was about to offer a protest but it was too late. Tammy began snipping at the hem of the garment. She cut around both sides and put her hands on my hips to turn me to face the other way. I turned to face away from her as she cut across the rear.

"There!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "Much better!"

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The skirt was much shorter than what I was used to. It fell down my thighs partway between my crotch and my knees. I was quite certain I would flash a beaver shot if I sat down in it. "I feel naked," I groused, tugging at the severed hem.

"You look very sexy." Tammy set the scissors aside and caressed her hand over my rear. "I doubt I'll be able to keep my hands off of you all night."

I forced a small smile. "Well, if that's what it takes to get you to paw me, young lady, I'll go along with it."

Tammy moved closer and kissed me on the mouth. "You are such a good sport."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a cheap whore. "What are you going to wear?"

"Allow me to show you." She gave me a smooch on the cheek and sauntered into the spare bedroom to change. I checked out my figure in the mirror. Actually, I did look pretty sexy, now that she mentioned it. I recalled a few days ago where I regarded myself in that very same glass, thinking how dowdy and plain I looked. What a change! I unfastened a few of the lower buttons on the blouse and tied the tails over my navel. Much better. I turned to the side and checked out my butt. The hem of the skirt fell about four inches below my rear. I never thought I had a sexy body until now. Come to think of it, I doubt anyone else had either. Not before Tammy Taylor came into my life. She made me feel like I was attractive and desirable. I smiled and smoothed my hands over my ass to the glass. I'll bet that young blonde beauty won't be able to keep her hands off this hot body all night!

I turned and gaped openly at my gorgeous companion. She wore a clingy dazzling white tube dress that perfectly accented her shapely figure, the lower hem falling an inch or two below her crotch. Damn! I nearly had an orgasm just looking at her!

Tammy strolled seductively over to me. "You approve?"

"If the river of pussy juice running down the inside of my thighs is any indication, hell yes!"

The girl giggled and draped her arms around my neck, her bust crushed to mine. "Having you ogle me like that really turns me on."

I smoothed my hands over her shapely hips to her perfect ass. "Then you should be really turned on, because I am ogling this hot girl big time!"

Tammy kissed me, her breath expelling into my mouth. "Ready for me to show you a fun time?"

I kissed her hungrily. "I can show you a good time and never leave this bedroom."

"Mmmmm," she purred lustfully, her crotch grinding against mine. "Maybe we can have a quick roll in the sack before we go."

"Fine by me." I instantly dropped to my knees in front of her and pushed her white tube dress to her hips. "God, you have such a beautiful pussy!" I slid my hands up the backs of her legs and groped her tight ass. "I can't seem to get enough of you."

Tammy giggled and dug her fingers through my dark hair. "You have to have respect for a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to get it!"

I leered up from her crotch as I lapped my tongue over her sweet cunt. "Shame on you for making me such a craven lustful woman."

"So it's all my fault, is it?"

"Yes. I never desired a woman before you came along. Now you're all I think about."

"And to think that all this time I believed sex was all you thought about."

"Sex with you, that's for sure."

Tammy rocked her hips against my face as I probed her vagina with my tongue. "Damn, you sure know how to get this woman going."

I licked her hungrily and squeezed her butt cheeks in my palms. "Am I making you wet?"

"You know you are."

"Am I going to make you cum?"

Tammy raked her fingers over my scalp as I licked her snatch. "You keep that up and you will."

"That's the whole idea."

The girl leaned back and eyed me lustfully. "Save some of that for later, lover."

I rose to my feet and groped her ass with my hands. "You are such a tease."

My partner grinned seductively. "Later does not have to mean when we get home. There are plenty of other places we can fuck, you know. Don't restrict your thinking to traditional methods and locations."

"If there's one thing I've learned from you, is that nothing you do is traditional."

Tammy smoothed her hands up my neck and cupped my face in her palms. "Let's get going. I have a great place to start our exploration."

I gyrated my hips and pressed my groin against hers. "Does that include a place where we can fuck?"

"Everywhere we go is a place where we can fuck."

I leaned back and smiled at her. "You have to forgive my wanton desire for your sexy body. Up until yesterday, I was a strait-laced prim and proper lady. You turned me into a bona fide sex-crazed maniac."

Tammy smiled and smoothed her hands over my breasts in the sheer silk blouse. "That's all right lover, so long as I'm the focus of your lustful desires."

"You know you are."

She slid her hands around my waist and patted my rear. "Let's see if we can find a place where I can curb some of those sexual cravings."

I leered at my lovely companion. "I'll follow you anywhere you want to go, you sexy girl!"

I allowed Tammy to do the driving because she knew where we were going. Plus it let me gawk and fondle her slender long legs in that sexy short dress without causing us to have an accident.

We started driving through the seedier parts of town. "Where are we going?" I asked somewhat nervously.

"There's a place I know of just up ahead. I used to work there part time. They know me. I think you might get a kick out of it."

I glanced out the window at the passing decaying buildings. I tugged at the hem of my short skirt, hoping nobody would mistake us for a couple of prostitutes. Then again, if they did, they might leave us alone.

Tammy parked the car and we climbed out. The place was simply known as Al's. I couldn't tell what kind of place it was because all the windows were painted black. I slung my tiny black sequined purse on its long silver chain over my shoulder. Tammy hooked her arm through mine and led us through the door.

An anorexic blonde fellow with a pencil thin moustache smiled brightly at my companion. He wore tan khaki slacks and a lime green silk shirt with a peach ascot. For some strange reason, I immediately assumed he was gay. "Tammy darling!" he gushed, sashaying to her and pecking her cheek. "You look absolutely delicious!"

"Hello, Armand! How are you?"

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and flapped a wrist at the girl. "Some parts of me are better than others, but none of me is as good as I used to be." He smiled warmly at me. "And who is this tasty morsel?"

"This is my friend Jules."

The man took my hand in his and smooched my knuckles. "Your humble servant."

I smiled brightly at the fellow. "Such a gentleman!"

Armand turned to my chaperone. "Are you both here looking for a job?"

"No, no!" Tammy giggled. "We're just here to see the show!"

Our host eyed me up and down. "A pity. This scrumptious little minx would triple our clientele."

I smiled graciously, wondering if I should be flattered or insulted. I settled on the flattery since I was never called a scrumptious minx before.

"The show?" I asked.

Armand gave Tammy a knowing grin. "You didn't tell her?"

Tammy smiled conspiratorially. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

The man wrinkled his nose and tittered. "Such a naughty little girl you are!" He smiled at me. "Because you are a friend of Tammy's, I'll let you both in for half price."

My young companion turned to me and whispered in my ear, "Give the man thirty dollars."

"Is that half price?"

"No. It includes a tip for him."

"Oh. Okay." I removed the cash from my purse. "I appreciate you being so kind to us, Armand."

Our host returned a broad smile. "Such class and beauty too! I do believe I may be falling in love!"

Somehow, I seriously doubted it.

Armand handed Tammy a pass key that looked like a credit card. "Enjoy yourselves!" He gave one last longing look at my figure. "I pity," he sighed dolefully. "You would be a natural."

I smiled graciously, not knowing what he meant. I did have the distinct feeling that I would soon find out.

Tammy led us through a black curtain into the back. "Is Armand gay?" I whispered to her.

"Very."

"I thought so."

We found ourselves in a dark hallway with several doors on either side. The corridor branched into another hall to our left and right up ahead and a few more doors beyond that. Tammy checked the first door on our right. She poked her head inside and grinned back at me. "Come on!" She opened the door for us to enter.

It was a small dark room about six feet square. There was a wide glass pane on the wall opposite the door with a card reader next to it. The window was dark and reflected like a mirror from the small light above our heads. Tammy swiped the card through the reader and the window lit up allowing us to see into the room beyond.

The room was carpeted with a dark shag rug and had a raised platform in the middle. A very pale naked Asian gal knelt on the platform, crouching forward with her elbows on the surface below her. Her head was bobbing up and down as her mouth sucked the stiff prick of the naked black man standing before her.

I gaped in shock at the display. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "You must be kidding!"

Tammy moved behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, her palms cupping my loose boobs in the sheer blouse. "Does it turn you on?"

I stared in amazement at the China Doll giving head to the black stud. "I'm not quite sure what it does to me."

My partner pressed her chest to my back and squeezed my tits. "Making love comes in many different forms," she murmured, kissing my neck. "It can be sweet and gentle or wild and kinky. That doesn't make it bad, just different."

I stared at the copulating couple in the next room. "But that isn't love, it's just sex."

"It's an expression of passion and desire. Sex is not only for reproduction and carnal release, you know. Sometimes it is a way of sharing a very intimate moment that only a sexual partner can provide."

Tammy's hands slid down to my crotch and rubbed my pubic mound through the severed skirt. I felt stimulated more by my lover's groping than the perverse performance before us. "I take it there are more shows going on than just this one?"

"Yes. Four. We can go see another one if you like."

I turned in her arms and caressed my hands over her back. "You say you used to work here?" I leered. "Did that Oriental Geisha girl fill the vacancy you created?"

Tammy let out a guffaw and pawed my butt. "You have such a nasty mind!"

"That's probably due to this particular establishment we happen to be patronizing at the moment."

My lover kissed me and patted my rear. "Let me show you the stage I used to work."

Tammy stepped to the card reader and swiped the key, the wall winking to darkness. "This card can only be used in one room at a time," she explained. "We can come back and see more of this one if you want."

"Let's check out some of the other shows first."

My partner led me out of the room and down the corridor past the intersecting hallway to the other doors. The second one on the left was unoccupied. We stepped inside and closed the door behind us.

Tammy swiped the card through the reader and the wall lit up to show a staged area similar to the one we had just seen. The only differences were that there was no raised platform and both participants were female. A young naked gal with long silky black hair to the middle of her back stood with her arms stretched high above her head. Her wrists were bound by a pair of handcuffs attached to a chain from the ceiling. Another woman with a mane of wavy red hair in a black leather corset tickled the bound lass' ass with a long ostrich plume.

I moved behind Tammy and suckled my lover's neck as I groped her fine derriere with my palms. "Can I guess which one was you?"

"I was the handcuff girl," she giggled. Tammy reached behind her back and smoothed her palms over my hips. I pressed my body tight to hers and slid my hands around her body to fondle her full round tits. The girl groped my butt and rested her head on my shoulder. "You can probably guess which job Armand has in mind for you."

"I can so see myself doing that to you, lover-girl!"

"Great! Let's tell Armand we're available!"

The bondage queen stroked the feather over the young lady's abdomen and across her pubic area. I squeezed Tammy's boobs with my fingers. "I'd rather torture you in the privacy of our own rooms and not for all the whole world to see."

Tammy turned her head and kissed my neck. "Not the whole world. Only paying customers."

"Same difference." I stared over her shoulder at the couple in the next room. The redhead had lowered to her knees and was licking her partner's cunt as she stroked the feather over her butt. "Now that's hot!" I rasped.

My lover turned to face me and quickly dropped to kneel before me. She flipped the front of my skirt up and pressed her mouth to my vagina. I spread my legs wider and dug my fingers through her golden tresses. Tammy was licking my pussy just like the redhead on the other side of the wall. My heart pounded in my chest and my cunny tingled with sensual arousal. I didn't know if it was what you would call love, but I sure liked it a whole bunch.

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