Julia got home just in time to see Karen packing her carry-on bag. Julia frowned. "Where's your dickhead boss sending you this time?" she asked.
Karen frowned back. "Cleveland. But just for a weekend conference," she said. She slammed her carry-on onto the bed and crossed the room to kiss Julia's forehead. "I'll be back on Sunday night, I promise."
Julia rested her hands on the soft curves of Karen's hips, pulling Karen closer as she kissed her. Karen opened her mouth to sigh, but before she could get the sound out, Julia's tongue was in her mouth. Karen let her fingers travel over the silk of Julia's blouse, finding a button. She unbuttoned Julia's blouse slowly. As her lips broke off from Julia's, Karen bent her knees slightly to work on the lower buttons over Julia's smooth, flat belly.
Julia turned her head. "That dickhead," she repeated. "I had so many plans for you this weekend. Like spending tonight in the hot tub with you, followed by a nice long massage. Then I was going to eat your pussy until you screamed so loud the neighbors called the police. And I wasn't going to let you out of bed until Monday morning."
Karen slipped Julia's jacket off of her shoulders, followed by the silk blouse. With one hand, Karen lifted one of Julia's beautiful, full breasts. With the other, she gently tugged aside the lace of Julia's bra and toyed with her erect little brown nipple.
"I still have an hour before I have to be at the airport," Karen said. "Why don't you show me some of your moves now, and save the rest for Sunday night?" She looked into Julia's eyes. Julia was still making a face, but Karen knew that she wasn't going to say no. Julia stepped out of her pumps and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Your turn," she said. "Unbutton your blouse and take it off. Slowly."
Karen did as she was told, taking off her blouse and bra slowly as Julia watched. She didn't stop there. She rolled her thigh-high stockings down, one at a time, before kicking off her shoes and stepping out of them.
"I love your legs," Julia said. "You've got such beautiful, long legs. And your breasts: two perfect B-cups. Amazing."
Lost in amazement at the sight of Karen's body, Julia slid her hand into her own skirt. She massaged her clit as Karen stripped for her.
"You like what you see, huh? Well, how about this?" Karen said, bending over to give Julia a good look at the shape of her ass. Karen unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She took off her panties next, tossing them at Julia.
"I don't want your panties," Julia said. "I want what's inside of them!" She reached out for Karen and grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed. They wrestled in each other's arms for a moment. Julia pinned Karen to the bed, then flipped around to put herself in perfect sixty-nine position.
Julia inhaled deeply. Karen was just out of the shower, freshened up for her long flight. Julia loved the way that Karen's pussy smelled when she was fresh and clean out of the shower. The perfumed scent was sweet and delicious.
Karen sighed as Julia's mouth possessed her, sucking at her clit like a juicy slice of watermelon. Karen brought a finger to her mouth and sucked it, sliding the slick finger in and out of Julia's pussy in time to the rhythm of Julia's mouth.
Julia sucked a little harder, a little faster.
"Oh yeah?" Karen said. "Let's see how you like it!" She ran her tongue all the way around Julia's wet pussy lips, teasing her before licking Julia's clit. Julia's hips began to rock, and Karen struggled to keep her lips on Julia's little pink button. All the while, she never stopped banging Julia's pussy with her finger.
Julia arched her back. Karen felt Julia's pussy twitch around her finger as Julia let out a howl of pleasure. Karen lay back and let Julia finish. Julia lowered her head and sucked Karen's clit ferociously. Karen felt the first stirrings of an intense orgasm.
"Easy now," she told Julia breathlessly.
But the friction of Julia's mouth on Karen's clit only grew more intense. Karen let the orgasm wash over her, starting in her cunt and spreading all the way to her toes.
As she turned to lay beside Karen, Julia said triumphantly, "I did it. I turned a successful mid-level executive with a successful corporation into a writhing, panting mass of pleasured naked flesh."
Karen sensed that there was more than a little hurt behind Julia's words. Resting her head between Julia's breasts, she said, "I didn't want to leave you for the weekend. I asked the boss if you could come to Cleveland with me."
"Let me guess," Julia said. "He told you that the company doesn't pay expenses for same-sex partners." She snorted. "Typical. I bet if one of his guy executives wanted to bring his wife along, he wouldn't have a problem with it."
Karen shrugged. "He said no, period. I don't think it mattered that we're both women. This is just business, Julia. There won't even be any time for play."
Julia was skeptical, though. "Tell yourself that if you have to," she said. "I think your boss makes things harder for you because you're a lesbian."
Karen rolled her eyes. Not this discussion again, she thought. Sometimes she thought Julia was paranoid, seeing sexual politics around every corner, whether it was real or not. But she didn't want to talk about it again.
"You could still come with me if you really wanted to," Karen said. "We'd just have to pay for your ticket and the hotel ourselves."
"I would," Julia said, "but you know that would take a big chunk out of that money we've been saving up to go to the Bahamas this winter."
As they went into the master bath to clean up, Karen and Julia concluded that they would just have to live with Karen going to Cleveland, alone.
***
On Saturday night, Julia came home from work and put her hair up in pigtails. She changed into her favorite camisole and boy-cut briefs. It was the sexy little outfit that Karen had picked out for her last Valentine's Day.
She ate dinner in front of the TV, watching Sex and the City reruns.
By the end of the second show, Julia was lonely. She was horny. And she craved something she hadn't had since before she met Karen: a nice, hard dick.
Julia wasn't the kind of woman to go sneaking around behind her girlfriend's back. She had no intention of actually cheating on Karen. She did, however, remember that she had a box of her college things in the back of a closet. There Julia kept a stash of women's magazines with photos of naked guys. Karen hated those things, so Julia only got them out when Karen was out of town.
She flipped open the top magazine of the stack. Staring at her with big, soulful brown eyes and thick, dark eyelashes was the photo of a young guy. He wasn't naked, but his jeans were slung so low on his hips that his white cotton briefs stuck out. One hand grabbed at his more-than-adequate package, while the other hand lifted up his white tee to reveal amazing, oil-slicked abs and one pierced nipple.
"Yummy," she said as she read the bright bubble letters surrounding this shy hunk with the black curls.
"Hot young guys, willing to suck your cock," the ad copy read. Underneath was a phone number in drippy white letters. Julia guessed they were supposed to look like they were written in come.
Ah yes, she thought. Just a friendly little reminder to all of womankind that the babes in women's magazines are not ours alone, but are shared among our gay brothers as well.
Julia flipped through the rest of the mag. The fat cocks and tight asses of all those studs was making her wet. She closed her eyes and lay back to bang her clit into submission. After a moment she realized that she just couldn't get a good fantasy going in her mind. She tried to imagine herself bent over the back of a motorcycle, getting it from behind from the sexy older dude on page 42.
Normally a fantasy like that would get her from zero to screaming orgasm in under six minutes. She tried not to look at the clock (it was on Karen's side of the bed anyway), but Julia couldn't help but notice that fifteen minutes had gone by. Still no big bang.
She flipped through the pages of the magazine again. This time she stopped on the photo montage of a hetero couple in mid-fuck. The woman, with her cascading brown-black hair and perky breasts, reminded her of Karen. The magazine chick's crewcut lover, with the barbed wire tattoo around his biceps, didn't exactly remind Julia of herself, a 5'2" blonde in pigtails. But she could see herself in his place, sticking his tongue up her slit and tasting her delicious pussy juices. She could even, with a little imagination, see herself ramming her hard cock up inside the same tight crevice. Having a dick couldn't be that different from having a finger, Julia thought, except that a dick would be a thousand times more sensitive.
She pulled her hand out of her briefs and stripped them off, lying on her belly. She reached across the bed into her nightstand, where she kept her dildos. Karen isn't the kind of girl who likes to be penetrated, so they only came out when she wasn't home.
"Crew Cut" had a cock that curved upward slightly. Fortunately for her fantasy life, Julia had a latex dong that did the same. She licked one finger and reached into her bra to stimulate her nipples with one hand. With the other, she gave herself a firm but gentle pounding with the dildo.
Julia was the one with a dick between her legs, but she was also the one controlling it. She let herself play the role of "Crew Cut," barking nasty thoughts at the brunette in the photo in a deep voice unlike her own.
"You like my cock inside you, don't you?" she asked the brunette. Just saying the words made her pussy gush with moisture. Her nipples stood at attention, and she felt the tension mounting just behind her clit. She was almost there.
"I'm gonna come inside you," Julia told the brunette. "I'm gonna squirt my hot semen all over the walls of your tight pussy."
That was all she needed to send herself over the edge. She delivered herself a screaming orgasm as promised, letting the dildo rest deep inside her as her cunt did the work of gripping and releasing it with a series of intense, dripping-wet contractions.
When she came back to her senses, Julia set the magazines aside. She decided to call Karen and see if she'd gotten back to the hotel yet. When Karen answered the phone, she told Julia that she was still in a conference.
"What are you doing?" Karen asked.
"I miss you," Julia said. "I'm lonely and horny. I'm looking at my old porn magazines and jacking off." Karen and Julia believed in total honesty.
Karen made a little disapproving noise, the noise she always made when Julia talked about anything that had a penis. Karen's insecurity frustrated Julia sometimes.
"I promise I'll call you when I get to the hotel," Karen said. "Even if I'm totally exhausted, I'm sure we can- uh- work on that project together."
With the phone next to the bed, Julia soon fell asleep waiting for Karen's call. She woke up about an hour later. Either that hotel was farther from the conference center than she'd ever imagined, or Karen had gotten tied up with one of her boss's famous late-night work calls. Julia tried to be patient (for a few seconds), but she was lonely and horny again, and wanted satisfaction instantly.
Without even thinking about it, Julia grabbed the second magazine off the stack and flipped it open. Another issue, another sexy stud with a phone in one hand and his erect cock in the other was anxiously waiting for her call, ready to swallow for her.
His dusky green eyes were lowered in the traditional gesture of male-to-male submission, and he had the same shockingly red hair on his pubes as on his head. He even had freckles. Julia was a sucker for a redhead with freckles. They reminded her of the first girl she ever kissed.
Why not? Julia thought. Nothing in the ad says "No Women Allowed." Surely she couldn't be the first reader to call a men's 900 number. And the beauty of a 900 number, after all, was that the guy on the other end of line was gay-for-pay. He wouldn't care who he was talking to, as long as she was paying for it. With a brief thought about what she'd be doing to her half of the phone bill, Julia called the number.
A recording (in a female voice) came on the line and told her that she was being charged $4.99 a minute plus applicable fees and taxes. And then . . .
"Hi stud," the voice on the line said. "How can I get you off tonight?"
Julia forgot about using her deep, "Crew Cut" voice. She hadn't really wanted to, anyway. She liked the idea of being a girl who does girls being done by a boy who does boys, or however that Blur songs went.
"I want you to suck my cock," she said.
He paused for a split second. Was this really his first time talking about cock sucking with a woman?
"You sound young," he said. "You're at least eighteen, aren't you, stud?"
"Sure I am," Julia said. "Now get down on your knees. I've got eight inches of cock as fat as a Genoa salami for you, and I want to see you eat every single inch of it." Hey, Julia thought, if I'm going to have an imaginary cock, I might as well make it an impressive one.
"My God," he said. His voice was so seductive, she felt the sheets under her ass soaking up the moisture from her cunt. She quickly dipped a finger in her juices and stroked her clit with the lubed-up finger. Her vulva was heavily swollen and ultra-sensitive.
"I'm not sure I can talk with my mouth so full," he said. Julia couldn't help but let out a very unmanly giggle.
"You don't have to take the whole thing in at once," she said. "Lick it. Start at the head and don't stop until you've finished the balls." In the all the excitement of her newly acquired cock, she almost forgot that she was supposed to have balls, too.
He let out a long "mmm." Then a little slurpy sound. He repeated the sequence over and over. She fingered her clit and imagined she was having her long, fat cock licked up and down. She called to mind the sensation of Karen's tongue between her legs, wondering how it would feel to a guy.
Only this guy's mouth would be bigger than Karen's. He'd have a bigger, thicker tongue. And maybe, unlike the redhead in the photo, he'd have a moustache. She imagined the rough texture of facial hair brushing up against her cock.
"What's your name?" Julia asked him.
"Michael," he said, punctuated by another long "mmm."
"How does my cock taste, Michael?"
There was another brief pause. Once again, he must have been taken in by the strangeness of this conversation he was having with a woman.
"Salty," he said. "Sweaty. Like you just came from the gym."
Good answer. Her brain remembered the taste of cock from long ago, and her cunt swelled with anticipation. Her anal muscles began to twitch.
"I'm going to lick your balls now, stud," Michael said. He then launched into quite the theatrical set of slurping and sucking noises. This guy would have been a whiz on an old-time radio program.
"God, that's good," she moaned. The sheets under her ass were soaked now, and she could tell that her orgasm was coming soon.
"You like that?" he said. "Do you want me to deep throat you now?"
"Mmm," she said. She thought about those dusky green eyes, lowered in submission to her, and pictured her fat Genoa salami cock in his mouth. It must be a beautiful sight indeed, to watch your meat disappearing into the digestive tract of another human being. Almost as beautiful as the sight of her hairy slit being munched by Karen.
Michael's noises painted such a vivid picture in her mind that, before she knew what hit her, her body was shuddering with a powerful orgasm. The walls of her cunt squeezed and released with such quick motion that, just for a moment, Julia could imagine the sensation of shooting her come down the willing young trick's throat.
He waited for her to stop making very womanly pleasure sounds into the phone before he spoke again. "You're certainly more than a mouthful, stud," he said. "But don't worry. I didn't let a single drop of your jizz go to waste."
"Thanks, man," she said, trying not to sound too girly as her pussy pulsed.
"Any time," he said.
Julia hung up the phone just in time to catch Karen's incoming call. She sounded dead on her feet, which only made Julia appreciate all the more the effort it took for her to pick up the phone and call.
"Do you have time for a quick phone sex session?" Karen asked Julia. "Or have you already banged yourself silly looking at those damned boy magazines?"
"I did more than look," Julia said, in keeping with the policy of total honesty. "I dialed up a rent-a-hustler number and had a young stud suck me off. I told him I had eight inches of Italian beef for his supper."
"Um, I know sexual politics and women's equality with men are very important to you, Julia," Karen said. "But you do know that you're a bisexual woman and not a dude, right?"
"Yeah," Julia said. "Now, do you want me to eat your pussy or not?"
Karen paused. "What did it feel like, getting your cock sucked?"
"Lie back and take off your panties," Julia said. "Tell me when you've got your fingers on your clit, and I'll describe it to you in all its glorious detail."
Originally published May 2007 - "Mmm"