over to my side panting. We laid there for a bit catching our breath, and then
it would be her turn. But that’s another story.
Leeann sat at the bar, forehead in her palm, staring at her almost empty glass
of wine. Despair ran through her body like her own blood. She brushed back her
red hair and closed her eyes tightly to keep from crying. The job was no high
flyer, but she didn’t want to go back to waiting tables. She clenched her teeth.
Damn it, damn it, damn it. She heard someone sit down and felt a presence
beside her. She knew better. She didn’t want to go home with any old dick just
for some quickie to take her mind off her troubles. No, Leeann knew that it
could only lead to more problems. “You want a refill on that, sister?” Leeann
hesitated for a moment. It was a woman’s voice asking her, not some stud trying
to get her on the rebound. Oh she could use that drink and a little girl talk.
“Yes, please,” Leeann replied. She opened her eyes and looked over. The woman
who sat there looked vaguely familiar. Her name was …. “Shauna,” the woman said
with a smile. He teeth were white and even. She was a large woman: tall even
sitting on the bar stool, sporting what could only be described as a long,
thick, brown, mane of hair. It was as if she had read Leeann’s mind. “I noticed
you sitting here. You worked at the store too, right? seasonal and household
goods?” “Yes, that’s right. I knew you looked familiar. “I think we mostly
worked opposite shifts.” The bartender put a second glass of wine in front of
Leeann. She took a sip. “This isn’t usually my scene, you know, in the bar
after a bad day, but I got it from both sides today.” “You got your pink slip?”
“Yeah, and when I got home I found out that my man had traded me in for an
ex-cheerleader.” “Awe, Darlin’ that hurts.” Shauna draped her arm across
Leeann’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, we’ll sit here and have a few drinks and a few
laughs and put it all behind us.” Leeann drank and they talked about the store.
She felt the warm glow of wine as their conversion became more personal. “He was
good in bed,” she confessed. “And he was excellent with his tongue.” Leeann put
her hand over her mouth, and then giggled. “Oh, I can’t believe I just said
that!” She took another gulp of wine. Shauna smirked, “He was that good, huh.”
"You couldn't even begin to imagine." Shauna leaned closer. "I don't know
about that. I've gotten some good head in my time." "Really? You're the first
woman I've met in a long time who thought her man was even competent at giving
head." Leeann giggled again. "I swear, I am so not like this, talking about my
sex life." She slapped her hand on the bar and leaned closer to Shauna. "Was
there something your man did that just made you wild?" Shauna put her hand
gently on Leeann’s. "I never said it was a man." Leeann froze, then slowly
looked at Shauna. "Look, all I can say is that never a man was born that could
lick pussy the way a woman can lick a pussy. A man just can’t know." Leeann
found herself aroused at the thought of having another woman's soft, knowing
mouth guiding her to orgasm.
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