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The four of us usually got together on Fridays. We would meet at
one of the various bars downtown and have some fun. Dani was a tall, dark-
haired girl, about 30, married. Pat was in her early thirties, blonde and
considered very attractive, and divorced. Shelly was about 25, slender, cute,
and had a few steady boyfriends. My name is Donna, I'm 34, a red-head, and my
bust size is a bit too large for the rest of my body. I'm married also.

We got used to the guys in the bars making come-ons to us. I mean,
four good-looking women together is an obvious target for these guys. And the
fact that we were usually got into the booze pretty good made us even bigger
targets.

You should see the look on the guy's faces when we say, thanks but no
thanks, and give the girl next to us a quick peck on the cheek. The guy's
faces get all red, they usually mumble something, and walk away shaking
their heads.

Of course, none of really were lesbians, but it was a good way to
keep the wolves at bay. And, after we'd had our fun, we'd go back home to
our husbands, boyfriends, and so on, chuckling about our 'exploits'.

One Friday evening, we had to shoo away a group of guys who wanted
us to dance. We did our little routine, and they left. About ten minutes
later is when it all started.

We were sitting there giggling when a tall, slender woman came over
to our table. We paused, and we all looked at her. She stood there, her eyes
going to each of us in turn. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable under her
gaze and lowered my eyes. I noticed the others did as well.

The woman spoke in a husky voice. "My name is Lori. May I join you?"

Before any of us could answer, she had pulled up a chair and sat
down. We shifted nervously, glancing at each other, at her. She spoke again.

"I couldn't help noticing your reaction to the men who were just
here. I think we may have something in common." She fell silent, her eyes
sweeping over us again as our faces turned red. What could we say?

Pat saved us. Her face beet-red, she said, "We're not really like
that. We just do that so the guys will go away. It's just an act." She
paused, her face flaring.

The woman scanned us once more, then stood slowly. "Too bad", she
said quietly. We stared after her as she left the bar.

No one said anything. What could we say? A real-life lesbian had
tried coming on to us. Because of our little act. We just sat there, thinking
about the tall woman, wondering...wondering...what?

It was Shelly who spoke first. "I wonder what it's like?", she
whispered. Her eyes widened and her face turned beet red as she realized that
she had said it out loud, and we were all looking at her. I'll bet we were
all thinking the same thing, but none of us had the guts to admit it.

Dani stood up, looking at her watch. "I have to go", she announced.
We all knew full well she had no reason to leave, and neither did we. But we
all suddenly remembered somewhere else we had to be right then, and we all
left. Still wondering.

I didn't say anything to my husband about the woman. I didn't quite
know how to explain to him that I had been approached by a lesbian. And I
also didn't know how to explain the strange feelings of curiosity I was now
having. For the next week, I thought about the woman. And it made me nervous.

The following Friday found us all in the same bar. We found it hard
to make small talk, there was none of the usual nonsense. And when a guy
came to our table, we just point-blank ignored him. It's obvious now what we
were all thinking, but again, no one dared say anything.

After a few hours of stilted conversation, Pat stood up. "I'm going
home", she said. She paused a few moments, looking at us, her face slowly
reddening. "Does anyone want to come with me?"

We stared at her. My face turned bright red, as did the others. As if
in a dream, we all slowly stood, gathered our things, and followed Pat out
the door. My heart was beating wildly. What was Pat up to? What was going to
happen at her place? Why are there butterflys in my stomach?

None of us noticed a tall, slender woman get up from the bar and walk
out just after us. We didn't notice a car following us to Pat's apartment.

We all gathered at Pat's a short time later. She made drinks, and we
sat in her living room wondering what was going to happen next. My hands were
shaking so bad I had to set my drink down. I was so nervous. What was I DOING
here? The others looked just as nervous.

All four of us jumped when the door buzzer buzzed. Pat ran to it and
pushed the speaker button. "Yes?" Her voice was shrill, high-pitched.

A low, throaty voice answered. "This is Lori. May I come in?"

Pat just stood there, frozen in place. My heart stopped. We all
stared at Pat, wondering what she would do. Then, slowly, Pat's hand moved
to the button and she buzzed the door open. A moment later, there was a knock
on Pat's apartment door.

As if in a trance, Pat opened the door. Lori stood there, carrying a
small bag. Realizing that Pat was in no condition to say anything, Lori
walked in and closed the door. We all gazed at her, our minds racing. Oh, my
God, I thought, I can't believe what's going on here. This woman is a LESBIAN
and now she's in here with the rest of us. I glanced at Shelly and Dani, who
were also staring at Lori with wide eyes.

Lori looked back at us, and smiled slowly. "For someone who was just
acting, why are you here instead of at the bar? And why do you all look so
nervous?" We couldn't answer. My mouth was dry.

Lori turned to Pat. "And your name is...?"

"Pat", she blurted out. She almost ran to her chair and sank into it.

Lori turned to me and fixed her eyes on me questioningly. "Um.
Donna", I mumbled. Dani and Shelly were next to find Lori gazing at them.

Then there was silence for almost a minute. Lori just stood there
smiling gently. When she spoke, we jumped again, and she chuckled as she
asked, "If I could, I'd like to freshen up a bit. May I use the bathroom?"
Wordlessly, Pat pointed down the hall to the bathroom. Lori thanked her,
still chuckling, and disappeared with her bag.

We couldn't look at each other. We didn't dare talk. So we sat there,
silent, nervous, each of us probably wanting to leave. But we didn't.

I was trying to think of what my husband would say if he knew where
I was, if he knew I was at Pat's apartment with four women, one of which was
a lesbian. My heart was beating a mile a minute, my mouth was parched. And I
noticed I was shifting in my seat. And I noticed, with a shock, that my
nipples were becoming erect.

Stunned, terrified, I looked quickly at the others, to see if they
noticed as well. But they were all lost in their own thoughts, concentrating
on the wall or the floor.

My heart skipped a beat when I realized Shelly's nipples were erect
as well. And Dani's. And Pat's.

My God, are we really lesbians? I can't be, I'm married. Dani's
married, Shelly has a boyfriend, for crying out loud. We'd never have sex
with a woman.

Would we?

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As I sat staring dumbly at Pat's nipples, I slowly realized she was
now looking at me. Her face turned crimson as she realized where my eyes
were, and she looked at the floor again, twisting in her seat to try to cover
the fact that her enormous nipples were getting hard.

I felt a tingle between my legs. No, I thought wildly, I am NOT
getting turned on. I am married. To a man. Married. Not turned on. And so,
for several minutes, I tried to convince myself that I did not feel a growing
sensation of desire, almost of longing. Pat's nippled were so large. I had
never, ever looked at another woman's nipples before, and I tried desperately
to block the image from my mind.

We all jumped again at the sound of a closing door, of footsteps.
Lori returned, and my mouth dropped in disbelief.

She was wearing nothing but a sheer white bra and while lacy panties.
Her nipples were clearly visible beneath the bra, and the dark outline of
her pubic hair was distinct inside her panties.

She stood in the hallway smiling gently at our stupified expressions.
Then she came closer, raising her arms up, her breasts straining inside her
bra. "I feel much better now. How about you?"

No one said a word. We just stared, dumbfounded, at Lori's body. She
smiled back at us, and came even closer. To me.

She stood in front of my chair, smiling down at me. "Donna?" Slowly,
my eyes travelled up from her breasts to her face. She was beautiful, I now
realized. Truly beautiful. My face went scarlet. I'm MARRIED, dammit!!!

I nodded. "I saw you a few times in the bar, kissing Pat and Dani on
the cheek. Was that an act, Donna?" As if in a dream, I nodded again. This
isn't happening. I'm married. So why do I feel my pussy getting damp? I
squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Are you sure?" she whispered. I nodded violently. To my great
consternation, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "That wasn't an
act, Donna. That was real. Did it feel the same when these girls kissed you?"
I shook my head, terrified. Was I scared of her - or my confused feelings?

Lori knelt before me. With her face close to mine, she whispered,
"Kiss me, Donna. Just like you kiss them at the bar."

Her face was just inches away. My breath was coming in gasps, and I
knew that the others were watching me. And then, to my great surprise, I was
slowly leaning closer and closer to her. My lips met her cheek, briefly, and
I felt as if an electric shock was jolting every muscle and nerve in my body.

She smiled and moved away slightly. "Did that feel like it does when
you kiss them?" I shook my head again, trying to avoid thinking of my pussy,
which was now drenching my panties. I'm married. Married.

She kissed me again. "Did you enjoy that, Donna?" I realized I was
shaking my head yes, and I wanted to cry. I was no longer thinking of the
other girls, if they were watching. I wanted her to kiss me again, and I felt
my head spinning as I realized that.

She did kiss me again. Very softly, very gently. On the lips.

I about died. I did start crying. Her lips were so warm, so tender.
Not like my husband's, all chapped and rough. And her face, so soft, so
wonderfully soft. Not like my husband's usual stubble. And as I sat there
whimpering, she took me in her arms.

"It's all right, Donna, really. There's nothing to be ashamed of,
nothing to worry about. Everything will be just fine, Donna." And as I calmed
down a bit with her soothing words, as I felt the warmth of her body radiate
to me, I reached out my arms. They went around Lori, pulling her close to me,
I wanted her to comfort me, to guide me, to help me sort out my feelings.

And there we were, me sitting in the chair holding Lori, who knelt
in front of me, holding me.

I had never in my life felt as secure as I did at that instant.
Lori's skin pressed against my clothing, her face soft and warm against mine,
her cheek becoming damp with my tears. And she kissed me again, on the lips.

Without any concious thought, I kissed her back. I felt her tongue
gently probing, and the warmth between my legs flared higher as I parted my
lips for her. This can't be happening. I'm married.

And as Lori slowly moved away and stood, I noticed something on her
hand. Lori was married also. My eyes widened in shock. "Oh, my God", I
murmurred. Seeing my reaction, she looked down at her hand and smiled again.

"Yes, Donna, I'm married too. Does that upset you?"

I looked into her eyes. She was so soft, so warm. So caring. I shook
my head and whispered no. She took my hands in hers and gently pulled me to
my feet. I dimly noticed the others staring at me in wonder. And I noticed
that Shelly's hand was between her legs.

"Donna, can you kiss Dani like that?" I slowly turned my eyes to
Dani, who stared back at me with a strange expression. Like a sleepwalker,
I slowly went to her, Lori releasing my hands. I took Dani's hands and
pulled her to her feet. We looked into each other's eyes, both knowing what
was happening, both knowing Fridays would never be the same again.

I kissed Dani on the lips. Our arms went around each other, and as
our lips met, as our mouths opened willingly, I knew I would never be the
same again either. Behind me, I heard Lori talking to Shelly.

Dani and I looked at each other, panting, hearts pounding. And we
kissed again, not quite as tenderly as before. Our tongues searched deep
inside each other's mouths, the fire between my legs threatened to burn out
of control. Lips still locked together, our arms came down and we started
undressing. Moments later, both nude, Dani and I gazed rapturously at each
other. And I knew I was honestly, truly aroused. By a woman.

My soaking panties on the floor beside Dani's, my hand went first to
the raging thing between my legs that demanded attention. As Dani watched,
eyes blazing, I masturbated. Then Dani's hand, too, went between her legs.

Holding each other for support, we played with ourselves, unaware and
uncaring of what Lori and the others were doing. As I felt the first orgasm
wash over me, I felt Dani's other hand between my legs. That was just too
much, and my mind exploded as an incredible climax destoyed every last shred
of my inhibitions. I had been fondled by a woman. And I had climaxed.

We tumbled to the floor, wrapped in each other's arms, hungrily
kissing each other. My hand in her pussy, her hand in mine, we climaxed
again and again. We soon became aware of other sounds, sounds of passion.

I twisted around to find Shelly and Pat locked in a wild embrace,
nude as well. The scent of women on fire filled the room. The wet sound of
fingers in pussies. The feeling of a woman's body against mine.

Before long, the four of us lay together on the floor, and it was
impossible to tell whose finger was where, or whose tongue was pressed
against whose clit. It didn't matter anyways. In total abandon, we pleased
each other in ways we never before had imagined.

After a long, long time, we all lay huddled together, panting, our
racing hearts slowly calming. Now we giggled, faces again turning red as we
all, the four of us, became bonded together in a way that no man could ever
understand. And as the thought of my husband returned, I wondered.

Why tell him anything? Friday night is the night the girls have some
fun, after all. From now on, it will be more fun, that's all.

And as we lay entwined together, we slowly became aware of something.

Lori had vanished.

No one knew when. She had kissed Shelly as she had me, and then asked
Shelly to kiss Pat. That was the last anyone remembered of her. We looked
around, but her bag was nowhere in sight. As we cleaned up and dressed,
wondering what the next Friday would bring, I think we were all a little sad
that Lori hadn't stayed to enjoy the fruit of her labors. I, for one, missed
her, missed her soft lips, her tender hug.

The following Friday, as we gathered for one last fling at the bar
before visiting Pat's apartment, the bartender came over to us with a tray
full of drinks.

He looked at us suspiciously. "You Pat, Dani, Donna, and Shell?" he
asked gruffly. Curious, we said yes. He set the tray down on our table.

"Woman named Lori said you'd be in tonight. These are from her."

As he walked away, we all just sat there staring at the drinks. Lori.
Who was she, really? Where had she gone?

We selected our drinks, and Pat held her glass high.

"To Lori", her voice breaking slightly.

"To Lori", we chorused, and I felt a bit teary as well.

None of us noticed a tall, slender woman at the bar who raised her
glass silently and took a sip, then set down her drink and left the bar.