Guess Who Got Picked Up

So a nice lesbian couple picked me up last night.  I'm not going to tease.  I won't introduce a lot of back story.

Okay, yes I will.  I was working overnight, as I do now because life is difficult, and toward the end of my shift a couple of cute girls came in to shop.  They needed help finding something and we got to talking, and I noticed they were being, shall we say, more affectionate toward each other than our normal couple of girls usually are.  I'm not saying they were making out; they were just holding hands and looking at one another in a way which suggested more than friendship.

We talked and I worked in a, "So, are you two a couple?" after a suitable interval to get the social barometer.  Didn't hurt that one of them had a rainbow flag shirt on and I could comment on that and how awesome that is.  Pride in our town was a week or so ago, so that made a perfect intro.  They were pretty straight about it and said yes, they were.  I was suitably encouraging.  I wasn't looking for anything, just three gals of a queerer persuasion being able to talk about it.  This town... not super gay-friendly.  Not openly antagonistic, as evidenced by the fact that we have a Pride Parade, but being out is more difficult than in other places.

But I just thought it was great that they were together and living in this town and so forth.  Well, they don't live in this town, but near enough.  They weren't visiting from Gayvania or anything.  I told them about Sveta, said I was happily bi but in a long-term relationship with her, etc.  We were fast friends.

They need names and descriptions (apologies, by the way, if I ever use pseudonyms I've already used at some point in the past and it gets confusing; I haven't read through my own archive and a lot of the older stuff I don't even remember writing some days).  Jax and Poppy, let's call them.  Both around my age, maybe a bit younger.

Jax is perky, short, dirty blonde but with her hair tinted pink and cut in a short bob.  Not a lipstick lesbian at all, but not really butch.  She was wearing a t-shirt (the rainbow flag) and a pair of jean shorts which definitely drew my eye to her ass when I first saw them.  Skinny as a rail but with curves nonetheless.

Poppy seemed to wear the pants in the relationship even though she is more stereotypically feminine and was wearing a dress.  Probably the older of the two.  More laconic, but she has a dry wit which made me laugh several times.  Plus-size, whatever the fuck that means any more, which in this case means she probably can't shop in the Juniors section.  Brown hair, long and in a braid down her back.  Shorter than me (who isn't, really) but tall for a woman.

Anyway, Jax asked me when I got off work and I told them, and they said they were still shopping and would catch up with me after I clocked out so I wouldn't get in trouble.  Which I likely wouldn't have, since they're customers and excellent customer service is my business, am I right, my fellow retail peons?  But I did have things to finish before I left, so I said sure, that would be great.  And it was nice getting to talk to them.  I have fewer queer friends than I'd like and most of those are gay men because of my theatrical connections.  I can talk queer stuff with a gay guy, but it's not the same as getting to chat with lesbians.  Plus, they were fun to talk to.

I finished work and they were still shopping, so I told them I would become a civilian and join them.  Ditched my uniform, came back in the store, and we continued walking the aisles and shopping and talking.  They checked out and I figured okay, I'll head home now, a little late but no biggie.  But then they invited me to go back to their place to have some refreshments and keep hanging out.  I admit, part of me really just wanted to go home and go to sleep, and that should tell you all you need to know about either my state of mind or the fact that I really didn't expect to be propositioned in any way.  It was definitely framed as going back to hang out and keep talking.  But I was enjoying their company and hey, I usually don't go to sleep right when I get home, so I said sure.

I followed them back to their house in the boonies, a few miles out of town.  They've got a nice place.  Made me feel envious.  I helped them unload the car, we sat down on the couch, they offered me a drink and a snack, and we just kept talking.  Honestly, I think they were happy to meet another queer person (of any stripe; I don't want to coopt that term at all and as a bisexual I'm usually more supportive of homosexuals than actively experiencing their struggles) to talk with too.

We didn't get drunk, although I think Jax got a little tipsy.  The conversation turned from general to sex.  I'm unabashed, and it was pleasant to speak to two similarly unabashed people, so once we all realized we weren't shy about talking about sex, we delved into the nitty gritty.  I haven't been so open about sex in conversation with friends in a long time.  It reminded me of the way Gwen and I used to talk (Gwen was my college roommate, for those who don't remember, and she's got her own tag over there so feel free to look her up).

And then, I suppose naturally, Jax said, "So, you wanna fuck?"

I admit, I hadn't really been expecting it.  I mean, I can't say I was surprised, necessarily, not with the conversation as dirty as it had gotten, but I also hadn't really sensed a desire up to that point.  I said, "Okay.  Was that the plan all along?"

"Hell no," said Jax, laughing.  "But I mean, we never meet anyone."

"This town... not a place to go trolling for lesbos," Poppy said.

"I hear you," I said, laughing too.  "Do you guys do this often?"

"Once or twice since we've been together," Poppy said.  "Usually on vacations or something, where we can get some action."

"Honestly, meeting you in a store?  What the fuck?" Jax said.

"I certainly wasn't expecting it," I said, laughing.

"So you're good with it?" Jax asked.

"Hell yeah I'm good with it.  You guys are great.  I can't wait to get to taste you," I said enthusiastically.

Poppy just grinned and pulled her skirt over her head.  Nice big tits, definitely the type that a tit man would enjoy.  I'm agnostic, so I was perfectly happy with them.  Poppy has hips on her, but I'm okay with that too.  Jax came over and kissed me, without any shyness at all, her hands running quickly down my back and gripping my ass.

I broke away for a moment and lifted Jax's shirt.  Nice perky breasts, with tan lines.  I had noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and had filed that thought away until now.  Tiny little nipples, pink almost to the point of being red.  She had a tattoo of Ursa Major on her ribcage under the left breast.  I kissed my way down to that and then attached myself to those tiny nipples.  While I was doing that I slid my hand down into her shorts and under the panties and cupped her ass.  Surprisingly soft, for such a bony little thing.

Poppy came up behind me and pulled my pants down (yes, I have to wear pants to work).  "Pretty," she said, and I think it was about my panties, but maybe it was about my ass.  I'll assume panties and be humble.  They are pretty panties, blue and white striped bikinis (I love me bikini bottoms) which show off things nicely, I think.  My pants were magically gone; I wasn't really concentrating on anything but Jax's nipples.  God they were cute.

Poppy's hand was between my legs running over my pussy, then my panties vanished as well and her finger slipped into me.  "She's wet," Poppy commented to Jax.

"So am I," Jax laughed.  I took that as an invitation and helped her down to the floor, then pulled down her shorts.  Her panties were pink too.  I hoped the pussy beneath would be similarly pink.  Well, hope is perhaps the wrong word; I barely had time to think it to myself before I pulled the panties off.  She was pink all over, hair, nipples, panties, pussy.  Giant labia on her, at least proportional to her size everywhere else.  And her clit was very clear to see.  Not huge or anything, but pronounced.  A pity she's a lesbian; she could have taught a lot of men to find the clitoris.  Maybe it was arousal, but it was swollen.

I wish I could say the taste was wonderful.  She tasted a little stale.  But then I get to sample the sweetest pussy in the world almost daily (Sveta reads this, but I'm not saying that because she'll read it; she has the sweetest damn pussy in the world), so I'm spoiled.  It wasn't unpleasant, just a little stale.  After my day at work without a shower, I imagine my own parts probably tasted a little sweaty, so I wasn't complaining.

Jax was wet too, just as she'd said.  I easily got two fingers inside her and lapped away at her clit and labia while fingering her.  Rather than being too sensitive, she encouraged me.  Poppy had commented something about Jax not being shy about the clit earlier, so I wasn't shy either.

Poppy, for her part, was finger fucking me hard.  I had to break off and ask her to be gentler.  I took that as a sign of what I should do to Jax though, and pretty soon I was rubbing the roof of Jax's pussy with three fingers as hard as I could while practically biting her clit off.  "Shit, I'm cumming," she grunted, like she was surprised, and then her muscles clamped down on my fingers so hard I almost lost circulation.  "Motherfuck, yes, keep fucking ramming me," she gasped.

Poppy had by this point replaced her fingers with her mouth and I felt her rimming me.  It's not something I get a lot of, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.  When she stuck a finger in my ass (like I said, we had basically talked enough that we knew boundaries weren't going to be broken) I clenched and almost came, but those damned pains brought me out of it again.  Still, it was very pleasant.

I wasn't going to leave Jax alone though, and I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it, hard, while flicking it with my tongue.  At the same time, my juicy fingers slid down from pussy to ass and pressed in with no trouble, and she grunted, "Jesus Christ, fuck," and came again.  I pressed my thumb into her cunt while it spasmed and squeezed the lower wall between pussy and asshole and she was moaning like crazy.

Having rocked Jax's world, I came up for air to get my first good look at Poppy naked.  Her breasts drooped a little out of the bra, but like I said, I go for all kinds, and they felt just fine in my hands and then in my mouth.  Her nipples are bigger but, shockingly perhaps, just as pink as Jax's.  They were already hard but got stiff enough to cut glass as I sucked them.  I heard Jax saying, "She's good, huh?"  And then I felt her little tongue caressing my pussy, running all over it.

Poppy lay back to let me have access to her pussy, and damn if she didn't have a nice one.  Trimmed pubes unlike Jax's waxed-bare pussy, a little coarse but they didn't get in my way.  And she tasted much nicer.  A deep note of musk, a little coppery, just a hint of pussy sweetness.  Like a fine wine, I suppose, if I went in for wine.  A much more compact package, neat little opening, tannish labia and the hint of a clitoral bulge which I was gentle with at first until it swelled up slightly and she was enjoying herself.  I used my thumb to apply pressure to her ass without penetration until she said, "Go on, stick it in there," and then I was basically giving her the reverse of what I had given Jax a few minutes before.

Poppy, for all her terseness of speech, is extremely vocal while being fucked.  She could provide a soundtrack to a porno with all the, "Oh fuck yes," that she was doing.  Jax, meanwhile, was driving me crazy.  She had pulled my hips down over her face and was lapping away at my clit while slowly curling two fingers up into my pussy walls.  It was intense but not hard.  I think she has more experience, although maybe she's just really good, because it wasn't what seemed to get Poppy off at all.  Or maybe Poppy's just easy to please.  I wasn't going to complain.

I did finally cum, a very small O which is usually all I get these days.  They knew about my medical stuff (we had talked about it at length, actually, and they were quite sympathetic) so when I gasped that I was cumming, Jax almost stopped until I begged her to finish me up.

And all this time, even though Poppy was definitely enjoying herself, she hadn't cum.  Which made it a personal challenge, because while she was not a quick climax, it could be done and I would do it.  What finally did it was running the length of my tongue, tip to base, over the top of her pussy while curling my fingers up against her.  She was moaning and screaming the whole time, and when she finally came she wrapped her legs around my head and almost pulled me in.  After it was over, she gently pushed me away.

"You know, if you really want to drive her crazy, I'll grab her favorite toy," Jax said, sitting beside us.

"Jax, I'm spent," Poppy panted.

"Come on, you shit.  You know you want Lexi to fuck you with it."

"I don't think..."

"Just lie back and enjoy it," Jax insisted.  And she brought out a strapon with a huge studded dildo on it.  "She'll be begging for more in a minute," Jax grinned, handing it to me.

So I strapped in and then Jax, grinning, started giving head to the dildo.  It was fun to watch.  After a minute, she popped up and said, "Okay, go to it."

I guided that dil into Poppy, who immediately started moaning and gasping like she'd never stopped.  Jax had her fingers diddling Poppy's clit while I started slow, working my way in, and then when Jax reached around to pull my hips in I moved faster.  "I want to feel this next," I said with a grin.  "I mean, if she's loving it this much..."

"Want a buttplug while you wait?" asked Jax, like it was the most normal thing in the world to ask.

"Shit yeah."  Jax laughed at that and brought out a medium-sized plug.

"This one is my favorite," she said, then she deepthroated it with a shit-eating grin (I guess that might be slightly literal) and proceeded to pop it into my ass.  It wasn't the biggest one I've ever had, but it was nicely sized and filled me up pleasantly.  And then she started to move it in and out a little while I went back to fucking Poppy.

Poppy came again, seemingly harder this time, and wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me down until all I could do was grind.  Then she released me and lay back looking very satisfied but also a little out of it.  "Stay right there," said Jax, giving my ass a slap and giggling.  She pulled the straps off me and before I knew it was fucking me from behind.  The dildo felt huge, especially with the plug in the other hole, and Jax wasn't gentle, but I didn't really mind at this point.  Pain and pleasure kind of swam together.

After a while, I couldn't take much more and I did something I'm not proud of, but which I could get away with.  I faked an orgasm.  Yes.  I'm a bad person.  I do feel guilty about it, but I wanted Jax to feel good about her performance, and in other circumstances I would have cum multiple times, so I faked it a little.

And then I sat back, playing idly with myself, while Poppy took control of Jax.  That's the only way I can describe it.  I had thought I did a good job.  Poppy knew Jax like the back of her hand.  Jax was cumming almost immediately after Poppy started in on her.  Poppy had produced a vibe and had that inside Jax, hard, and was going after her clit like a monster.  Poppy got her other hand involved, with three fingers up Jax's ass, practically fisting her it was so hard.  And Jax came and came.  I was suitably humbled.

They practically begged me to stay, but I had to work the next night too and really needed to grab what sleep I could, so we called it a day.  But they said they would come back and abduct me from work if necessary if I didn't visit again, and possibly bring Sveta with me, and I think they meant it.  They were talking taking a vacation together, all four of us, to some places they know where the getting is good, trying to get another few gals together and having a proper lesbian orgy.  And while I'm not sure that will ever actually happen, I'm definitely going to visit them again.  It was too much fun.  I haven't had that much fun in a while.  Sex has, recently, had too much baggage involved, and this was totally baggage free.  And I definitely want to bring Sveta along, because I think she'll love it too.