Cathy and Julie

Cathy sat on the bed twitching with disgust. Her husband had just left the room after she had rejected his amorous advance. She was starting to sweat. She heard the jingle of keys and slamming of the door. Off to see his girlfriend. Was it her fault? Maybe. She just couldn't stand to be touched by him. How long had it been since they swapped fluids? Year? Year and a half? After his every attempt she'd rush to the bathroom to take a hot shower. Now, all it took were a couple of deep breaths to regain her composure. "Mom? Are you still here?" her daughter Jill called from her bedroom. "Yes, dear. It was your father that stepped out." "Did you have another fight?" "No." She hoped that that was Jill's final question.

She didn't feel like getting into a conversation. She didn't want to lie to her daughter. What she wanted was a cigarette. She rose from the bed and swept the room, looking. She figured if she started searching the other rooms of the house Jill would start talking again. She lay back on the bed and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them she looked at herself in the ceiling mirrors her husband insisted they install. Then she did a sort of flat-back striptease. The see-through orange blouse came first, then her short brown skirt. She lay in black bra and panties. A damn fine looking woman. Everyone used to say she looked like a black-haired Kim Novak. She undid her bra and threw it on the floor.

Then she thought of the magazines she had hidden in her lingerie drawer. She wanted to tease herself with them before she took off her panties. Was she abnormal? Doesn't every woman desire another woman some time in her life? What will happen to me? she thought. Is this just a passing fancy? If I take another woman to bed would it purge my desire, get it out of my system? Would it make me want my husband again? She got up quietly and walked softly to her underwear drawer. She slid it open without a sound and pulled out a movie magazine. When she got back into bed she opened it to the page that gave her the most pleasure. She started breathing heavily at the sight of the woman in the photo. A middle-aged actress well known for her delightful singing voice. She's so fucking beautiful, thought Cathy. Gorgeous face with an innocent quality, like a grown-up child. Pretty blue eyes and short brown hair.

Cathy lay back on her pillow and spread her legs. One hand held the mag while the other lightly stroked the fabric of her black panties. "Mmmmmmm," she said deep in her throat. She couldn't control herself. She pulled the panties down to her knees and re-spread her legs. Her finger found her clit. "Ohhhhh." She brought the photo closer to her face and licked the image. "Oh, you fucking cunt," she whispered. "I wanna suck you pussy til you scream with pleasure. I wanna lick your ass and eat your cunt and shove my tongue down your throat. I'd fuck you in front of your husband." Her fingers were soaked. A spasm went through her body that made her decide to get down to the main event. She stroked her cunt faster. Her breathing took on a greater urgency. Her tongue had a mind of its own. It played around her lips. She wished she were alone so she could shout out her obscenities. But since her daughter was still in the house she could only produce a gutteral whisper. "You cunt. Eat my pussy. You make my pussy feel so good. Oh, shit. I love your hair. I wanna suck on your neck.

I wanna lick every part of you body. You fucking bitch. You're mine, do you hear. Nobody fucks you but me." Suddenly her hand was going wild. Her breathing was nothing more than rapid gasps as she prepared to orgasm. She shook and shivered on the bed. Seconds before she started to come she mashed the magazine into her face to cover her sounds of pleasure. "Mmmmmm, ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted as she clenched her eyes and teeth. She was winding down. Her breathing was coming back to normal. Her skin was still flushed, though. She took the magazine away from her face and dropped it lightly on the floor. She uttered a very discontented purr. That was certainly a poor substitute for the real thing, she thought. But what did the real thing feel like? She decided to get dressed to find out. Fifteen minutes later she was knocking on Jill's door. "Yes?" She opened the door and saw her daughter lying on her stomach in bed, reading. "Honey, I'm going out for a while. Do you need anything?" Jill feigned concentration. "A new life?" "But you haven't used up the one you've got," said Cathy smiling bitchily.

"I would say that you need a new life more than me." "You may be right about that," Cathy sighed. She took out her purse and handed her daughter a twenty dollar bill. Jill took it saying, "Thanks, Mom, but Dad already gave me twenty dollars." "Well, now you got forty dollars. Right?" "What's gonna happen with you two?" she asked looking away. Cathy wrinkled her brow with concern. "Oh, I don't know, sweetie. Maybe go to a marriage counselor." "You can't afford a marriage counselor." "Well, then we'll go on Oprah." Jill giggled. And that's when Cathy decided to close the door.

Cathy sat in her parked car in the dark trying to calm her nerves. She was staring at the saloon entrance and taking slugs from a pint bottle of whiskey. How unlady-like, she thought. A classy broad like me sitting alone in a car, getting drunk. Only she wasn't getting drunk. She was too scared. She knew she would eventually walk into a lesbian bar. She had to. If she gave up now, all that anxiety would be wasted. She wasn't the type to get philosophical. Let somebody else analyze the reasons for her actions. She just wanted to know exactly when a curiosity became a desire. And how does one eliminate a desire? Ignor it? Reject it? Pretend that it only exists in one's mind? She could count on her fingers the times when she thought other women were coming on to her. The smile she got from the check-out girl when she was a few cents short. The stare she got from the saleswoman in the lingerie department. All these moments, all these green lights could all be in her mind. But would a happily married woman detect them? And if she did detect, would she pay any attention to them? The attention she was giving them now? "Are women attracted to me?" she asked herself quietly. She swallowed the last of the booze and placed the bottle under her seat. She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror.

She saw a little girl on the verge of tears. She got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk. She pulled her coat collar up. The Cleveland night was chilly. There were a few people walking around. A middle-aged business man looked pleased to see her as he passed by. She didn't know how pleased until he stopped, turned around and hollered, "Hey, baby! Goin' my way?" That did it. She did an about-faced and strode through the door of The Withered Clam, the only known lesbian bar in town. Cathy was met by smoke, dimness, and loud country music. She took a preliminary glance at the clientele, but didn't register any individual. She was aware that she was being watched, so she clutched her coat collar tighter around her neck and took a seat at the bar. "What can I getcha?" Cathy looked up and saw Tugboat Annie. "A glass of beer, please." She figured she'd have a chaser after all that whiskey. When the beer came she took a sip and surveyed the crowd. What's to be afraid of? she thought. No one's forcing me to stay here. There's the door. It's not locked.

If I make a fool of myself it'll be in front of strangers who'll never see me again. This renewed confidence together with a deep breath allowed her to inspect the crowd more selectively. A spasm of guilty pleasure ran through her body as she realized she was cruising. There were about fifteen women in the place, all different sizes and shapes. They were talking, laughing, drinking and dancing. Nothing boisterous. Suddenly, the smoky dimness played a very nasty trick on her. Seated alone, half-way down the bar was the actress in the magazine that Cathy jerked off to not forty-five minutes ago. She shook her head to break her open-mouthed trance. She drained her glass in one gulp. Tugboat Annie was staring at her. "Ya want another one?" "Yes, please." "I ain't seen you in here before," Tugboat said, presenting a full glass. "My name's Ethel. What's your's?" Oh, shit. Wouldn't you know it.

The minute I catch sight of someone I'm interested in Miss Sumo Wrestler strikes up a conversation. "My name's Ermguard." "That's German, isn't it?" "That's right. Ladies room down that way?" "Sure." Cathy picked up her glass and moved slowly down the bar towards the bathroom. Everything moved in slow motion. She dodged a few dancers, one who gave her a hard look, another who yelled, "Hey, gorgeous!" She stopped within a few feet of the object of her desire and watched a pool game in progress. Her heartbeat increased. Why can't I swallow my fear as easily as I swallow my beer? When she turned to look at the girl in the mirror she found the girl looking at her. Cathy said, "Hello, there," trying her damndest to sound innocent and uninterested. The girl swiveled around on her barstool and gave Cathy a peaceful curious look. "Well, hello." "You look like someone familiar." "Is her name Julie?" "Yes." "Then that's what you'll call me."

"What's your real name?" "That's my secret." "Are you here with someone?" Julie smiled, looked deep into her eyes and said, "Yes." Suddenly she hooked a finger through Cathy's belt loop and pulled her close. Cathy's breath caught in her throat. She was frightened and embarrassed. She looked around to see a few women observing them. She was tensely waiting for Julie's next statement. Julie's expression never changed. She still looked at Cathy with a cool smile. "Is the barmaid looking at us?" Cathy shifted her eyes to peer into the gloom. Ethel sat behind the bar eyeing them like a fat evil dragon. "Yes, she is. Why?" "Because in order for us to leave, we have to get by her." Cathy felt faint with joy. She actually wants to leave with me now! "What's so hard about getting by her?" Julie gave Ethel a glance. "We might have to dodge a flying meat cleaver." Cathy smiled and said, "Death is my bread and danger is my butter." Julie smiled. "Down that and let's go." Cathy drained her glass almost choking with anticipation. Then she practically had to run to catch up to Julie. They reached the door together, buttoning their coats. Ethel was on her feet, angry, dazed and confused. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Cathy and Julie walked out. "Come back here you rotten cunt!" Everyone in the bar began cheering and whistling. Ethel rushed from behind the bar like a charging rhino. She ignored the catcalls and burst through the door and onto the street. She desperately looked up the road, then down.

How could they possibly have disappeared so quickly? She began moaning and drooling. "I'LL GET YOU, YOU LOUSY CUNT!!!" She eventually calmed down and reentered the bar, a broken woman. Not three yards away the lid of a dumpster rose and Julie and Cathy's head popped up. They gave a quick look-see, then lowered the lid. Inside the dumpster they gave no thought to making themselves comfortable. They were too busy groping and kissing each other. Their love nest was about half filled with trash from the Chinese restaurant next door. The smell was pretty bad, but they didn't care. With their coats finally opened they proceeded to explore each others bodies. Ignorant of the art of lesbian love, Cathy simply copied Julie's moves. They could do just so much grabbing with their clothes on, but since they both wore skirts it wasn't long before they were at each others cunts.

They both sported very short fingernails so they could be as frantic as they wanted. Cathy couldn't believe how wet her pussy was. She broke the soul kiss and said, "I don't ever want to let you go. No fucking man ever made me feel like this." Then she stuck her tongue in Julie's ear. "Your driving me fucking crazy. Just keep rubbing my cunt. I'll be cumming pretty soon. I love your tongue." Their hands were going wild. Pulling, stroking, rubbing, tickling, pushing each other to the brink. "Ahhhhhhh, oh you make my pussy feel so good," Julie groaned. "It won't be long now. Just as soon as we climax, we can get out of this dumpster and back to my place where I'll suck your cunt all night." "Ohhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum," Cathy said. "Rub my pussy faster. Faster. Mmmmmmmm! Yeah! Go! Go! I'm cumming!!!" "Ahhhh, me too, baby! Pull it! Yank it! I'm cumming, too. Kiss me, quick." They French kissed each other again. Their tongues were freaking out. With their lips locked, their moans became slower and quieter. Their spasms finally stopped and they broke the kiss. "Oh, I don't know if I can move," said Cathy. Julie said, "If you want my tongue in your pussy, you'll will."

Like most people, Cathy and Julie, on their journey home, stopped off at the convenience store. Julie was fixing herself a large cup of coffee to go. Cathy stood next to her and stared at her beauty. In her trance-like state she thought, I can't believe meeting someone so wonderful was this easy. "I need you again, real bad, real soon," Cathy said. "I need you, too," said Julie adding the sugar, "but can you keep your voice down?" She realized that the pimple -faced kid behind the counter was staring at them. After stirring the coffee, she took a sip. "Want some?" "No." When they got to the cash register, Julie dug into her pockets for money. "Will that be all?" said the kid, his voice cracking. "Hurry, please," begged Cathy. "I need your tongue in my pussy." "Let me have one of those Slim Jim's," said Julie. The counter boy started shaking. "Do you want the regular or the super Slim Jim?" Cathy leaned over and began kissing Julie on the neck. "Super." When the counter boy turned back and saw the unexpected display of affection he knocked the box of Slim Jim's to the floor. Julie closed her eyes and purred.

When the box hit the floor she snapped back and said, "C'mon, kid. We're in a hurry." "You're not supposed to sexually harass the help," said the counter boy, his voice cracking and shaking. "Here. Here's a fiver. Gimme my change," said Julie with Cathy still attached to her neck. When the money transaction ended Julie turned all her attention to Cathy and gave her a deep slow soul kiss. The counter boy was developing a pants bulge. He was vibrating worse than ever. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you ladies to leave the store." Julie broke the kiss, looked at the counter boy and said, "Yeah, we're going. I think you're pants are a little too tight there, kid." Julie grabbed the bag and they both walked through the double glass doors. Half-way to the car they both turned around and saw the counter boy lock the doors, run to the magazine rack, grab a magazine, and run into the back room. Cathy said, "You're so bad."

They drove back to Julie's apartment. When they got there they shed their coats and noticed the green light blinking on the answering machine. "Wow, twelve calls," exclaimed Cathy. "Are you going to check them?" "Later. They're probably all from crazy fat Ethel." "Who?" "You know, the barmaid from The Withered Clam." The room was sparse, but tidy. The small kitchen adjoined the living room. Julie pulled the coffee out of the bag and took the plastic lid off. She turned around to see Cathy quietly looking at her from across the room. It was a nice moment. How many times had she been in the same situation with a man? A man who didn't know what a quiet moment was. A man who began pawing her as soon as she got her coat off. Then trying to lead her to the sofa with a nervous, pathetic desperation. They could hear the soft clicking of the electric clock. Julie took a sip of coffee.

"How would you like to come over here and lick this coffee off my lips?" "Decaf?" "Get your gorgeous bod over here." "My, my," said Cathy moving forward. "How continental." When she reached Julie she slowly wrapped her arms around her neck and gently licked her lips from corner to corner. Julie became aroused instantly. Cathy might as well have been licking her cunt. Julie couldn't help opening her mouth to breath heavily. Cathy took that opportunity to shove her tongue in and they both enjoyed an intertwining kiss. Julie reached down and put her hands under Cathy's skirt to caress her ass. They both started moaning. Cathy took her arms from around Julie's neck and lifted the front of her skirt. She then stroked the inside of Julie's thighs. Julie ran one finger along the crack of Cathy's ass. Their moaning took on a higher pitch. Suddenly, the phone rang. They paid no attention to it, not even when, after the third ring, an angry female voice said, "You lousy bitch! Your nights of free drinking are over. Just see what kind of treatment you get if you ever show your face at the Withered Clam again." Click. Julie broke the kiss and said, "Let's go to the bedroom, away from all this noise." When they got there they quickly began undressing each other. The faster it got, the funnier it got. By the time they were both naked they were in hysterics. "Do we need anything?" laughed Julie. "Black stiletto heels, perhaps or red crotchless panties?" "I'll go out in my car and get my big, black double-headed dildo," Cathy shrieked. Another burst of laughter before they settled down to business. Julie leaped onto the bed taken Cathy with her. The last laugh quickly faded away as they gazed into each other's eyes.

The room was lit faintly from a streetlight. Cathy whispered, "This is the start of something wonderful, isn't it?" Julie nodded. Cathy continued, "And we're going to be seeing alot of each other, aren't we?" Julie nodded again. Cathy asked, "Did your pussy get wet when I licked the coffee from your lips?" Julie nodded and smiled. "Much to my surprise. I never had a reaction as powerful as that from anyone, man or woman." "Are you still wet down there?" "I don't know. Why don't you lick it and see." Cathy giggled and slid down toward the foot of the bed. She spread Julie's legs and enjoyed the aroma rising from her vagina. "I'm going to enjoy this." Julie breath heavily. "I'd like to think we both are." Cathy dipped her head and extended her tongue. When Julie felt the first lick to her cunt, she gasped. Then she just moaned audibly from then on. Cathy wiggled her tongue like a pro saturating Julie's pussy. She licked up and down, back and forth teasing first the labia, then the clit. She did this over and over again while she listened to Julie's cries and groans. Eventually, Julie reached a fever pitch which told Cathy she was ready to cum. Suddenly, Cathy stopped licking. She took a deep breath, fastened her mouth on Julie's clit and started sucking, hard. "Oh, fuck!" Julie shrieked. "This is it! Oh, suck that clit, baby. Oh, I can't fucking believe this. Oh, suck it harder. Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhh. It's all for you, baby. This pussy belongs to you. Just suck it, suck it, suck it! I'm cumming! Ahhhhhh, ooooooooh, mmmmmmmmm."

Julie bulged her eyes in the dark as she gave way to a thunderous climax. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, drink my juice, baby. It's all yours. It's all yours and you're all mine." Julie struggled to bring her breathing back to normal. "Oh, that was sure something special. I got the feeling that you were saving that up for a long time. Am I your first girl?" After a pause Cathy said, "Um, yeah. I'm married and have a daughter, but I've been yearning to do this for about two years now." Julie laughed. "Oh, how sweet. I've never heard anyone use the word "yearning" in my life. You know what I'm yearning for? I'm yearning for you to lay on top of me and mash you tits onto mine." "Yes, ma'am," said Cathy saluting in the dark. "Your yearning is my command." She lifted herself up and gently lay on top of Julie. They kissed at once. They used their hands to stroked each others bodies. Julie said, "Now it's your turn to come in my mouth." They switched positions. She blew air onto Cathy's cunt. "Mmmmmm, that's interesting. Teach me more." Julie brought her fingers into play. While she slowly licked Cathy's clit, she fingered her labia. "Oh, shit! I wasnt' ready for that! Oh, God, keep going. Do more. More! Julie sucked on her clit while shoving two fingers into her cunt. "Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhh. What the fuck are you doing down there?

You driving me fucking crazy!" So much pleasure engulfed her pussy that she gave up talking and just moaned and yelped. Julie licked rapidly, up and down, up and down, up and down. Cathy wailed. She was shaking uncontrollably, so much so that Julie was having trouble keeping her tongue situated. She eventually had to grab Cathy round the waist and pull her to her head. "Ohhhhhh, suck it, I'm gonna cum soon. Oh, real soon." Julie sucked hard and, as an afterthought, reached up and began kneading Cathy's tits. Cathy went crazy. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhh! Uh, uh, uh, uh. Yeah. I can't stop cumming. Don't stop sucking. I love it. I love you!" She reached down, grabbed Julie by the head and pulled her closer to her cunt. "Ahhhhhh, still cumming! Don't ever leave me!" She was breathing like a heart attack victim. Slowly, she started to calm down. Soon, she regained her composure.

She let go of Julie head. Julie joyfully climbed up and lay on top of Cathy. "Hey! Did you like that?" Cathy was still catching her breath. She gave a little laugh. "I could tell you liked it. You were sweating like crazy. Do you remember telling me that you loved me?" Cathy looked a bit surprised. "Did I say that? You were literally driving me out of my mind. But if I said it, I must have meant it." Julie became serious. "I hope you meant it. Because I love you. Can you handle that?" Cathy said, "Julie, I would give anything...anything to feel the way you made me feel on a regular basis. If I don't love you now, I soon will." They kissed a little more. Cathy fell asleep. Julie lay there looking at her until the caffeine wore off. Then she drifted off to sleep, too. The months that lay ahead would be filled with laughter and tears. Our two heroines would soon be very surprised at the number of zany adventures brought on by the change in their sexual lifestyle. You won't want to miss the next exciting chapter in the lives of Cathy and Julie, especially when they come up against the likes of Crazy Fat Ethel, Cathy's daughter Jill, Cathy's husband Helmut, Julie's husband Charles, and the pimple-faced counter boy from the convenience store.