I sat at the table staring into my drink. Stewart was quiet, sitting opposite me in the crowded bar. I was wondering how I had let one of my friends talk me into a blind date.

Not that Stewart was a jerk or anything, he was certainly cute enough, and I guess his personality was OK, he just wasn't my type. But here I sat on a Friday afternoon trying to think of something to say.

We managed to make a bit of small talk as the evening wore on, and I could tell he hoped things were going his way. I didn't really have anything more to say to him, but I couldn't just stand up and say I was leaving. I'm a bit more polite than that.

We were talking about the weather, of course, when I noticed the whole bar had gotten quieter. I turned around to see what was going on.

Two women were walking hand in hand up to the bar. They were both in their late twenties, maybe early thirties. One was about 5'4," with short, straight blonde hair, and deep, dark eyes. She wore TIGHT black leather shorts and a white top which, along with her slender build, accented her large breasts. Her companion was taller, with longer, fuller, blonde hair, and was built more fully as well. She wore denim jeans that looked like they had been painted on, and a denim shirt as well. They smiled as everyone gaped at their openness. They didn't seem at all self-conscious. I stared, stunned.

The moment passed, and the various conversations were resumed. But this time, I think the majority of them revolved around those two women. They stood at the bar, leaning against each other, rubbing each other's backs affectionately. I couldn't believe it. Several people got up and left the bar, glaring in disgust.

Finally I remembered I had company. I turned to Stewart and realized my face was bright red. I knew there was no way I could bring those women up in conversation without him trying to keep the conversation on sex. So I asked him if he had been in the traffic jam the day before, which had been caused by a spectacular accident. He looked a bit surprised at the question, and as he sat there wondering what to say, I felt my scalp tingling. His eyes were now fixed just behind me.

I turned around. The two women were there, smiling at us.

"May we sit here? It's a bit crowded tonight." The taller one's voice was low, husky. I stared at her, unable to answer. Stewart was silent also.

The shorter one sat down, and then the taller one did too. I was opposite Stewart with the women opposite each other at our table. We all just looked at each other, my face flaring, Stewart's face pale, the two women grinning at us.

"Thanks," the smaller one said. "Needless to say, we usually don't quite get a warm welcome when we go out. But our money is just as good as it is from you straights, huh?" The women laughed, and raised their glasses.

"A toast. To us," the taller one said. They clinked their glasses.

Stewart was staring at me, his eyes wide. He moved his head slightly, indicating he wanted to leave. I nodded just a bit, and backed my chair up.

The smaller one reached over and put her hand on my arm. "No, no, stay. We don't want to intrude. Go right on with what you were doing. We won't be in your way."

I almost laughed. There was nothing to intrude on, we weren't doing anything, and, to my surprise, I almost welcomed the distraction. And my arm was tingling where the woman's hand still rested.

Stewart cleared his throat, but when he spoke, his voice was a high-pitched squeak. "We were just leaving anyways, weren't we, Jessica?"

The shorter one stared straight into my eyes. It was like looking into long, dark tunnels. Now my whole body was tingling. Her hand was warm against my arm. I shook my head and mumbled something even I didn't understand. The taller one laughed.

"What's your hurry? The night is young. Why not stay?" I turned to find her, too, staring straight at me. My stomach was all in knots. I wanted to leave, wanted to go, but that would mean leaving with Stewart. And I really didn't want that. Maybe I could stall until he got bored and left, then I could leave on my own.

"Stewart, let's stay. Mommy didn't say I had to be home early tonight."

I grinned when I said that, I hadn't even known I was going to say that, and I really hadn't meant for it to sound like a put-down. But Stewart's face clouded, and he leaned back in his chair with a disgusted look.

I missed the quick grins the women exchanged.

The women began talking lightheartedly, every now and then including Stewart and I in the conversation. They even bought drinks for us, although Stewart accepted his with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. Then I bought a round, then one of the women did, then me again.

I gradually noticed I was getting a bit warm. Every time I looked at either one of the women, they were staring point-blank into my eyes. I also slowly realized that Stewart was being more and more closed out of the chatter. We were talking woman-talk, and he sat there glowering as I found myself growing to enjoy the company of these women.

The shorter one was Eileen. The taller one was Sammy. They were, as I had thought, in their late twenties, and they told us they had been seeing each other for six years. Stewart's face turned pale at that, and he looked like he wished he could be anywhere else. But I was actually enjoying myself now, talking, laughing, having a good time. I was also getting a bit tipsy.

At one point, I noticed their hands were folded into each other's on the table top. They were holding hands as they talked, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Unbidden images of these two women locked together in a passionate embrace came to my fuzzy mind. I squirmed in my chair nervously, wondering what it must be like. With a start, I realized where my thoughts had been, and returned my attention to the conversation.

I protested when Sammy bought another round, but Eileen's hand on my arm, her quietly telling me to just enjoy myself, silenced me. I stared at her hand, feeling its warmth once again. But this time, I noticed another warm sensation growing inside me. Nervously, I looked up at her to again find her staring intently at me. I blushed and looked away.

That moment, too, passed. Eventually, I glanced at my watch to find it was twenty after eleven! As I thought about it, I also realized I hadn't said a word to Stewart for I didn't know how long!

He sat there staring into his half-empty glass. But Eileen was telling a joke, and I found myself laughing hysterically at the punch line, and again forgot all about him.

Just before midnight, they stood up. Eileen stretched, her breasts threatening to burst from her top. I noticed with a shock that her nipples were clearly erect. "Ready to go?," Sammy asked.

Eileen nodded. To my surprise, I found I, too, was standing up and nodding my head. I stumbled, and Eileen caught me before I fell. A bit more tipsy than I thought.

Holding me by the arm, Eileen led me out of the bar. I was too dizzy to notice that we were getting stares from everyone still there. Sammy told us to wait, and went up to the bartender. I slowly remembered Stewart, and as I walked out with Eileen on one arm and Sammy on the other, I turned to see him sitting there alone, with a waitress handing him a double something-or-other.

He needed it.

Eileen told me I couldn't drive and asked for my keys. I thought about it and had to agree with her. I fumbled in my purse and gave her my car keys. I got into their car and passed out leaning against Sammy as Eileen drove us... somewhere...

I woke up and looked around, puzzled. Where was I? I was on a couch. Next to me was an end table with a glass of water and two aspirin on it. For that I was grateful, because for some reason I had a hell of a headache.

That wasn't all I had. I jumped up and ran, looking for the bathroom.

When I came out, I felt better but I still had the headache. I took the aspirin and sat on the couch, just looking around. I was in an apartment, whether Eileen's, Sammy's, or both, I didn't know. How the hell did I get here? Where was... Oh shit!

Stewart! I had left him there in the bar. I had gotten drunk and left with these - these - lesbians. My heart skipped a beat.

Had I - done anything? Oh god!

I looked at my watch. Ten of six in the morning. Where were they? I didn't dare look for them, not knowing what I might find if I went into the bedroom. I lay there dismally wondering if I had already BEEN in the bedroom.

I fell asleep, wondering.

Someone was shaking me gently. I opened my eyes to see Eileen staring down at me. Her eyes... Mine opened wide in shock and surprise, and I jumped off the couch.

"Eileen. What? where... how did? Stewart... Sammy... Did I? Did we?"

She laughed and asked me to slow down. My face flaring, I fell silent and gathered my thoughts. I felt quite a bit better than I had earlier, even though I was extremely nervous and confused. Not to mention thoroughly embarrassed.

I sat back down. She sat down too. Very close to me. She put her hand on my arm again, and I realized her silk nightgown was coming open.

I could clearly see her breasts. I sat there, not able to keep from staring at her perfectly round breasts, her large nipples. Her large, erect nipples. And mine quickly hardened as well. My breath caught in my throat, I felt my face flushing brightly. I shook myself, and looked up at her.

Into her eyes.

She looked at me with a faint smile. "You didn't."

"But you can."

My eyes widened in shock. I couldn't believe what she had just suggested. She was asking me to... No. I couldn't. It's just not right.

My eyes bounced between her eyes and her breasts. She sat patiently, watching me, waiting. She already knew.

I looked into her eyes again. Those eyes. I held my breath.

Slowly, my thoughts whirling, I reached for her.

My hand touched her breast, sliding the soft silk out of the way. She kept watching me, silently. Patiently. Waiting. Everything seemed to slow, and I felt almost numb as my mind tried to insulate me from what I was doing. But at the same time, my mind was almost overactive, my hand feeling her breast, bombarding my mind as every single nerve sent it's message of softness.

My fingers touched her erect nipple. She smiled, and I heard her inhale sharply. That sound, for some reason, turned me on more than anything ever had.

My hand closed around her breast, cupping it in my palm. She leaned back and smiled again, nodding her head.

"Go ahead. Don't stop now."

I didn't stop. I COULDN'T stop. God knows why, but I could not stop. Soon both my hands were exploring her breasts, feeling the softness of her flesh, the firmness of her nipples. My breath was ragged, my eyes wide with nervousness and - fright? Yes, fright. I was scared. But I was SO horny....

Her head was resting against the back of the couch, her eyes were closed. She was whispering to me, coaxing me.

"Go on. Don't stop. Do it. Yes, just like that. Oh, yes, just like that. Don't stop, Jessica. Don't stop. Oh, don't stop..."

I was shaking as I sat there, massaging her large breasts. It was like I was watching all this happening, like it wasn't really me doing this. It couldn't be me. I wouldn't do this.

But I realized I was getting closer and closer to her, leaning towards her, staring at the hands roaming her skin. My hands. My face was just inches from those hands, from those breasts.

I felt my mouth opening. I don't know how it happened. Or why.

My mouth closed over her left nipple. She moaned. My tongue flickered across her hard nipple, and she moaned again. More like a whimper.

That did it. I went crazy.

I groaned as all the nervousness, all the... the DESIRE I had buried came flooding to the surface. I sucked on her nipple like a baby, then the other nipple. Soon her breasts were coated with my saliva, and her head was rolling back and forth as she continued urging me on.

"Oh, God, you're so good at this. Oh, yes, please, just like that. Don't stop now, oh, God, Jessica, you can't stop now. Please don't stop...."

She was right, I COULDN'T stop. I reached up and pulled at her nightgown, trying to tear it off of her. She shrugged out of it and I was able to see her entire body, her entire gloriously nude body, her breasts shining from my attention. I sat up and stared at her, breathing heavily.

She stared at me, no, THROUGH me. Then she leaned towards me and kissed me. On the mouth.

I groaned again as my arms went around her. I melted against her, felt her arms wrap around me, felt her pawing at my top. In a flash, I removed my top and my bra, and she smiled happily as she stared at my exposed breasts. I sat there under her scrutiny, my face flaring, my breath heaving. I was SO turned on.

She stood up and took my hand. I stood as well. Eileen led me into the bedroom, where I found Sammy waiting for us.

With wide eyes, I went into the bedroom. Amy lay on the bed, nude, on her side, smiling at us. She sat up and held her arms out to me. I almost ran past Eileen, into Sammy's arms.

I knelt on the bed next to her, her arms wrapped tight around me, her lips pressing softly against mine. My ears were ringing, my body was tingling as I kissed yet another woman. My heart was pounding, and I could feel myself shaking. I felt Eileen behind me, her arms going around both of us, her teeth nipping at the back of my neck.

"How do you feel this morning?" Sammy whispered in my ear. How did I feel? How did I FEEL? What a stupid question. My headache had vanished, my nausea was long gone, and I was so horny it was unreal. How did I feel, indeed.

"I feel...wonderful."

I felt her slip her finger into my soaking crotch and groaned aloud. I felt Eileen's hand sneak in between Sammy and I, and her finger as well was teasing my clit. I had two women fondling my pussy, I was sandwiched between two nude women. I almost passed out from the thrill of it.

I worked one finger into Sammy's pussy, and reaching around behind me, did the same for Eileen. Now I was fondling two women . How did I feel, she had asked. How did I feel... How did? I... Oh GOD!

The orgasm which swept over me was almost too much to bear. I had never in my life felt anything like I was feeling now. No man had ever done anything like this to me. My head tilted back, resting on Eileen's shoulder, and I made a long, drawn out animal sound. Eileen nuzzled against me, still working her finger in and out of me. Sammy was now leaning over, sucking on my nipples. This was beyond my wildest dreams.

My body shook time and time again as the two women continued to play with me. After a while, I was lying limp on the bed, spent, unable to repay their attentions. I had never been so thoroughly satisfied.

But they weren't done yet.

I lay there, panting, my body twitching uncontrollably. I felt one of them spreading my legs apart. I couldn't take any more.

"No please... too much..." I whispered, my head spinning.

Eileen laughed.

"Jessica, love, the fun is just beginning."

I felt lips. Against the sole of my left foot. I let out a little yelp, and tried to pull my foot away, but someone held it. Then other lips against my right foot. A tongue traced a lazy circle on the bottom of my foot, driving me completely wild, but I was held tightly.

I soon realized that I had one woman attending to each foot. Slowly, they made their way upwards, and the back of my calves trembled as slick tongues slid across them. I giggled as I felt them kissing the inside of my knees. When they got to my thighs, I was totally helpless, quivering with anticipation.

They were kissing my buttocks. I had two women kissing my ass. I lay there, my mind blank except for the incredible sensations these two young women were creating. Kissing my ass. Women. I don't believe this!

They were licking the small of my back now. I had never really thought of that area as an erogenous zone, but today, my entire body seemed to be an erogenous zone. My hands were clutching the pillows, and I was giggling helplessly. The sides of my breasts, my back, my neck... my neck... My shoulders. Down my arms. The insides of my elbows. I was totally lost now, totally dependent on their touch. I was theirs.

Both my index fingers were sucked into warm, wet mouths. Eileen and Sammy sucked my fingers like tiny cocks. I was moaning with every breath now, completely under their spell.

Gentle hands rolled my trembling body onto my back.

I opened my eyes to find them kneeling above me, smiling down at me. They both leaned over and kissed me. Two women kissing me at once. Three sets of soft pink lips brushing against each other, taking in each other's warm breath. My arms went around them, pulling them down, closer to me. They moved downwards, each taking one of my nipples in their mouths. I lay there shuddering as my nipples, already quite hard, became almost painfully erect. My mouth moved soundlessly, my eyes alternating between staring in awe at the ceiling and closing tight as I climaxed.

I had never climaxed from breast play alone, but a lot of things were happening for the first time today.

They moved down again. Warm breath against my mound. No one moved for a few seconds, a few seconds of unbearable, wonderful anticipation.

Two tongues against my clit. My hands were in their hair, and I tried not to pull too hard. Again and again I cried out as they brought me to one grinding orgasm after another. My body was thrashing wildly, bucking up and down, side to side, but Eileen and Sammy expertly kept themselves properly placed to keep me in the throes of ecstasy for quite some time.

They were moving again, back upwards. Kissing me. I tasted myself. I kissed back eagerly, hungrily, so grateful to these young women for what they had done for me, what they had shown me.

We fell asleep nestled close together.

When I awakened, I was alone. I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. The shower was running and I heard soft giggles from behind the closed curtain. I took a deep breath and pulled the curtain aside.

Eileen and Sammy grinned at me. My eyes widened as they helped me into the tub with them.

I dressed slowly, sad that this experience had to end. Eileen and Sammy helped me, and it was hard to focus on getting dressed as soft hands caressed my body once more. But finally, I was standing at the door, gazing at them longingly.

One at a time, they kissed me softly, gently, tenderly. As I left, one of them patted me on the ass. "We'll meet again," I heard Eileen whisper.