Mary’s heart was pounding in her ears. Her voice was trembling, softly repeating, “No no no no…”
She sat in her chair at the school library, a small stack of children’s books waiting to be processed—the subject of her terrified stare. Her friend and fellow volunteer, Jocelyn, was standing in front of the desk, her short, busty frame thankfully blocking the view from anyone looking in the office.
“Mary, I’m sorry this upset you. Believe me, that was not my intention. I just thought you should know who you’re dealing with. Haley is not who you think she is.”
This repeated last phrase was how Jocelyn had started the awkward conversation.
Haley was Mary’s new bisexual lover. Since having her life changed in the locker room at the Pilates studio, the two had been together two more times in the last week alone, with plans to meet at Haley’s apartment tomorrow morning. All of their encounters had been fantastic additions to the framework of Mary’s newfound lust for sexual exploration. Now it was all crashing like a building detonated by demolition.
Mary finally found her voice and asked the biggest question first: “How did you, I mean how do you…?” Well, almost asked.
Jocelyn mercifully finished the question for her. “Find out you’re having sex with her?”
Mary’s terrified face shot up, her eyes wider than the shocked face emoji. Jocelyn was actually smiling. Her full lips were a lovely wine tone that complimented her flawless espresso toned skin. Was she enjoying this?
“Well, that is a fun story.”
Mary was incredulous, “Fun?!”
Jocelyn rolled her eyes and grabbed a chair to sit. “I’m sorry, not fun that you were discovered. I can tell you are really upset and I can do my best to help with that in a minute. I think this is good that I’m the one to give you this information.” The younger mom took a deep breath. Mary had known her for years as they were both volunteer moms at the school.
Mary liked Jocelyn very much. She was vibrant and goofy and always dressed sexy as heck. Even now she was steamy in tight athletic pants and a v-neck blue sweater that showed a lot of her brown cleavage. Her hair was a curly black and brown messy bun today exposing her rose tattoo on her left neck. Old Mary would have been scandalized. New Mary thought she was really hot.
“The fun part is that you are not alone.”
Mary was confused, then shocked, then finally back to horribly embarrassed. “What? You…you and Haley…?”
“You should be flattered she chose you.”
Jocelyn then proceeded to tell a similar story of frustration, like Mary had been recently experiencing. Except in Jocelyn’s case, she was actually in Haley‘s Pilates class. One night after a session, the two were talking and Jocelyn was lamenting how her husband was becoming inattentive. Ten minutes later they were in the same locker room making out. Jocelyn felt alive for the first time in six months. After three sessions of “unlocking sexual potential,” Haley had ended it. Jocelyn was fine with that; the transition to liberation was on! Like was promised, her husband, Curtis, had noticed her newfound sexuality, and the two were now “regularly working it” in their marriage bed.
As she wound down, Mary noticed Jocelyn had been bouncing her foot in a very methodical rhythm allowing for her thighs to – Oh My!
“This is what she does, Mary. She finds women who need to discover their full physical potential, and she helps them discover it. The bedroom is the same as her classes, she is a great teacher…” Jocelyn was looking away, a flush running up her chest and cheeks. She recrossed her legs in an attempt to calm a sudden burst of arousal. She even brushed her nipples in a futile attempt at deflation.
Turning back, she took her still shocked friend’s hand and gently squeezed it. “She makes a woman feel like a woman should. It’s glorious and life-changing.” She took a beat, “I was in her class that day you met in the locker room. I assume you did not see me as I’ve never known you to be so… Reckless.” The last she almost whispered with a sultry glint in her eye.
Mary whispered, “I’m not,” more to herself.
“When you came out of the lockers, all of us who have fallen under her instruction knew exactly what happened. I was so happy for you!”
Mary pulled her hand back. “’All of us?’ How many are there—were there?” She looked up, her face crimson. “That day, I mean?”
Jocelyn was counting in her head, her lovely bust rising with a deep inhale. “Um three… that I know of.”
“Oh dear lord!” Mary stood and was attempting a retreat. Jocelyn stepped in front of her and held her biceps.
“Don’t be ashamed, Mary. This is a good thing.”
“I don’t see how.”
“There are eight of us all over town with diverse backgrounds and ages. We jokingly call ourselves Haley’s Hornies.” Her laugh made Mary smile and roll her eyes. “When Haley moves on, and she will, you’ll have a whole network of women ready and willing to share some personal time. No strings attached.” Mary was open-mouthed, shocked, tears imminent. “Lesbian sex is amazing, and Curtis loves knowing I’m getting it regularly.”
Mary gave a deep sigh.
Jocelyn paused, then leaned in. “So, what are you feeling?”
Her voice was a choked whisper: “I’m…I’m mortified! Jocelyn, Haley is…extraordinary, but I love my husband.”
Jocelyn looked out into the library, there was a class coming in. “And I love mine. How about we finish this after school, okay? Can I maybe bring Stacy over for a play date?”
Mary had Kleenex dabbing her eyes to prevent any tears dropping. She nodded. Mostly because she didn’t want to be alone and maybe this lovely woman, her sexy friend, could help her decide if she should still meet with Haley tomorrow.
“Jocelyn, I don’t know what to say.”
The beautiful black woman wrapped her in a hug. “It’s gonna be fine. More than fine, it’s going to be amazing. Trust me.” Before she released the hug, she used her right hand to squeeze Mary’s butt cheek. It solicited a small yelp from the startled Mary. Jocelyn smiled wickedly, turned and walked out, swaying her epic booty in a fashion Mary found alluring.
What have I gotten myself into?
A few excruciating hours later, Mary was in her kitchen pouring some juice for their two nine-year-olds. Her hand was a bit unsteady and righted itself when she felt a reassuring palm on her lower back. Mary smiled wanly and gave a quiet, “Thank you,” to Jocelyn.
The two women sat at the kitchen table as the girls ran about in the yard, the weather still warm for October. Mary was actually in a sweater and a pair of lose jeans having changed when she got home. Somehow the dress she had been wearing felt vulnerable. Jocelyn, still lovely in the blue sweater, sat fairly close and was sipping the tea that Mary had graciously made. She was also nibbling on a delicious homemade chocolate chip cookie that Mary happened to have available. This woman really was an all-star traditional housewife.
“You’ve had a few hours to process. Where are you with all of this?”
Mary hesitated, looking around as if the walls might record her answer. “I guess…I’m embarrassed but not for what you might think. I fully embraced the same sex interludes. You are right, it is glorious, and I don’t want to stop.” She bashfully smiled and looked at her friend’s multi-colored manicure. “She makes me feel so special. Like we have a secret. But…now that I know there are untold others the whole thing feels tainted.”
Jocelyn nodded in genuine sympathy. “I get it. For me, it’s a bit different. I have known women like Haley before. One day I’ll tell you about my first boss out of college. Whew!” She mock fanned herself and Mary giggled. “Tell me, have things improved for you and Denis?”
Mary rolled her eyes. “Not at all. We had sex once last week and he was done so qui- Oh, fudge, I shouldn’t share that.”
Jocelyn laughed, “Yes, you should. You don’t need permission to share stories of your sex life.”
Mary sat up a bit at the stress on the word “sex.” She was coming out of the fog of confusion and attempting to understand what possibilities lay ahead.
Jocelyn put a warm hand on Mary’s thigh and leaned in. “Mary, you have the right to feel good. That is the gift Haley gives us all. It’s a revelation that- ” She never finished. Her host grabbed her shoulder and planted a hot open-mouth kiss on her that made Jocelyn yelp and then hum. This white woman needed to kiss, and Jocelyn was happy to offer her lips.
It went on for a bit, tongues snaking and slithering with each other, head angles and positions switching. Hands slid over shoulders, legs, and arms. When Mary’s hand caressed the lovely cleavage she had often admired, Jocelyn pulled off and sighed. “Oh wow, that’s nice.” Mary giggled softly, then asked with her eyes if Jocelyn was okay with her overt contact. The gorgeous young woman answered by taking Mary’s hand and pushing it into her left bra cup. Mary moaned as she found a hard, warm nipple. “Yes, Mary. Oh baby, yes.”
Mary was feeling aggressive. She opened her legs to move closer and was now kissing Jocelyn’s neck, loving her scent. Her legs allowed for Jocelyn to run her palms up thighs, seeking Mary’s burning need. Mary moaned as the back of a hand ran up her aching pussy. It felt so dirty, so wanton. She loved it!
She was just about to move her mouth to the nipple she had exposed when a fun screech from one of the girls shook her back to reality. “Oh Gosh!” She sat up straight, her hands yanking back. “The girls! We can’t be- “
Jocelyn, flush with arousal, stood and looked outside. Their girls were on the playset, toys in hand, adventures being made. “They’re fine,” she turned back to Mary, “And I’m horny as fuck.” Mary gasped at the phrase.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs. You tell them we’re looking at your scrapbooks. If they come in, we’ll hear them and have time to tidy ourselves.” She saw Mary’s hesitation and took the woman’s hand and encouraged her to stand. The kiss was all-encompassing and hotter than anything they had shared thus far. “I need the bathroom.” She cupped Mary’s crotch and gently squeezed.
Mary moaned, then Jocelyn whispered, “I’ll meet you down there.”
The double entendre made Mary smile, and her nether region rumble with anticipation.
Several minutes later, Mary was taking a deep breath before descending the basement stairs. When she arrived in her craft room, Jocelyn was nearly nude, only wearing her panties and her shoes. She sat, legs open on the small sofa and was lewdly rubbing her camel toe, her pink thong a soggy red in that location. Her nipples were larger than Mary’s or Haley’s and Mary salivated at the desire to suckle on her friend.
Throwing all previous fear and shame aside, she peeled off her sweater and took off her bra, her sweet round breasts bouncing with firm delight. She dropped them on the table so she could dress quickly should she need. She dropped to her knees and took hold of Jocelyn’s thighs. She leaned in and the two kissed with tongues dripping and spittle flying. Their nipples connected and both women pulled the hug tighter to increase pressure. Having smaller breasts Mary was fascinated by the pillowy welcome of Jocelyn’s bust, strangely wanting her smaller breasts to be swallowed up.
Mary broke the kiss and licked past the brazen rose neck tattoo to the left nipple she was craving upstairs. Before she sucked it in, she whispered, “This is crazy,” then took to it like a newborn. Jocelyn sighed and cupped Mary’s head, her own thrown back in blissful joy. Mary squeezed the breast, putting in to play the natural skills Haley had helped her bring to the surface. Her other hand circled Jocelyn’s crotch without actually touching any of her wet need.
Jocelyn pulled Mary off and held her head firmly sending fire into her loins via scorching oral contact. Her strong hands then practically shoved the dirty-blonde head to her smoke box.
Mary was a bit shocked by the rough treatment yet relaxed her neck and shoulders, allowing herself to be manipulated.
Giving in! Love it! thought the bold black beauty.
Mary pulled the useless wet silk to the side and softly groaned, “Ooooh gawd!” Black pussy was often black…and purple and pink. The mix of colors of tissue and skin was overwhelming and appetizing. As Mary engulfed her first black vulva she had to wonder if the different taste from Haley was due to race, or age, or perhaps something else. She innerly chastised herself for the ignorant thought and lost herself in the privilege of puffy pussy. Her oral lips fluttered Jocelyn’s labia as her tongue circled the vagina.
“Fuck Mary! You are – unghhhh! – a fast learner!” Jocelyn had a small pre-orgasmic spasm.
Mary couldn’t really hear as two succulent thighs were suddenly squashing her head! She doubled her tongue’s efforts while pushing Jocelyn back open.
“Sorry…I’m just soooo close! Ohhh yes, like tha-AAAt!” She bucked and rhythmically grunted like an old car trying to turn over. Then she stiffened.
Mary growled into Jocelyn’s folds as her friend erupted in frantic feminine flux. Jocelyn was cumming hard. Luckily she had enough awareness to know where she was and used all of her available self-discipline to not scream!
Mary was lost in the devouring. There was so much fluid pouring out of this phenomenal woman that she couldn’t ingest it all. Her own body was near peak from the rhapsody of her partner.
As Jocelyn came down and her taut muscles gave in to post power play, she was aware that her fingers ached from holding Mary’s head in place by two bunches of hair.
“Oh my god, Mary! That was damned incredible.” She let go and Mary took a deep breath. “Did I hurt your head?”
“A little but…I liked it.”
Jocelyn had to laugh as she looked down at her half-naked friend scooping up Jocelyn’s excretions from her neck and lovely little titties, and sucking them in with her fingers like a baby with her first taste of birthday cake.
Mary froze, tongue on forefinger, suddenly aware of her lover’s humored gaze. She quickly slipped into genuine confusion. “What? Is this not okay to do? It’s just so…delightful.”
Jocelyn smiled, sweat shining on her forehead and chest. “It’s more than okay. It’s sexy as fuck. You should share.” She pulled Mary up and the two frantically licked each others faces necks and breasts. This soon led to giggles and Mary shrieking when Jocelyn pushed her back and she fell on her butt.
In a flash Jocelyn had Mary’s jeans and panties down and was ravenously eating her friend. Her subtle techniques thrown out, the goal was to produce a cum fast and hard. Mary could not help but return the earlier gesture and grab the lovely black-brown curls swaying between her legs.
The mouth on her sex was ferocious hitting all the high points in rapid succession. Mary’s legs shot out straight, a habitual gesture she had recently realized was a signal that climax was nigh!
“Yes! Yes! Joss! You’re making me- OHHH WOW!” Two fingers had trounced her G spot and ignited her cum bomb. She shook and rocked to the side then back straight, taking Jocelyn’s head with her. The now trademark straight legs bent in and clamped tight. She covered her mouth and screamed her ecstasy.
After a good panting-filled fifteen seconds, she relaxed her legs as her black lover sucked and licked her love juices.
“That was…pant pant…incredible. You are so- “ Jocelyn’s sticky mouth cut her off and the two made out passionately, wetly, and loudly. This was the most she had ever kissed any of her lovers, including her husband. Jocelyn‘s mouth was so shockingly delectable.
Mary pulled her lover on top of her and the two held each other tightly, Mary’s legs gripping, her hands kneading ass cheeks. She began to grind her crotch up into her lovers, hoping to generate even more sexual heat with the contact.
Jocelyn pushed up and off. “Mm mm, I’m afraid I’ll have to be the voice of reason. We have kids to check on.”
Mary collapsed in frustration. Not just because she wanted more but because her lover was right. Coincidentally, this is how things ended with Haley in that fateful locker room incident.
The two rose and stretched. Mary was in a blissful state of contentment. She lovingly kissed her cum partner’s cheek. “Thank you… you were right. I don’t need Haley. I want you, and everything .you know. And I want to be with other women from the group.”
Jocelyn laughed, “Perfect. I’ll set up your page on our website and give you the password.” Mary’s eyes were Disney princess huge. “I’m joking! But we do have a text chain.”
Mary was a transformed woman. Something had happened during that last orgasm. She had crossed over into a new dimension, and was never going back.
She took hold of Jocelyn’s shoulders and stared into her brown eyes with demonic fervor. It was almost too intense.
Mary’s voice was coarse, lust-crazed.
“I want it all!”
After a moment, Jocelyn simply nodded.
Mary let go and turned toward the laundry room. “I’ll get us some towels.”
Jocelyn let out a quiet whistle, this one was going to be a force to be reckoned with.