Willing Ch. 06

Finally, the cops left, and Virginia and I were standing with Miz Smith. "Lemonade, ladies?" she offered.

"Well, perhaps a little," I said as Virginia nodded, clinging to me. We talked to Miz Smith, and she assured us she was fine, and she really did appear unperturbed by the events of the day.

"There's just one thing I don't understand," Virginia said. "Mike was a meth head. I don't think he'd ever have anything to do with crack." Now it was Miz Smith's turn to look confused.

"Oh dear. I really AM losing my touch," she said, more to herself than to us. "I would have sworn he would pass for a crack dealer. Meth, you say?"

Virginia and I just looked at each other, dumfounded. Could Miz Smith be THAT devious? A sweet little old lady like her?

"Miz Smith, can I ask you a question?" I ventured.

"Certainly dear," she said.

"Ma'am, the rumors in the neighborhood about you getting Idi Amin thrown out of Uganda, are they true?" She looked at us so sweetly and innocently.

"Why, yes, dear. With the assistance of the Israeli Mossad and Pakistani Intelligence, of course."

"Of course," I said. "Ma'am, it is indeed an honor to know you." She nodded graciously.

"Don't be strangers, the both of you," she said. "I knew you'd get together, eventually. You make a lovely couple."

Virginia and I drove back to the house. We had to be available for any further statements, but other than that, we were free to go, which meant I could continue with my load of 'art' tomorrow, as planned. The only question was, would Virginia stay here in Fort Smith, or continue to her parents' in Fayetteville, NC?

When we walked through the door into my house, or rather, 'our' house, I took Virginia in my arms, and hugged her, and she, me, savoring the feel of each other's body. We were just so happy to have each other. Finally, Virginia spoke.

"I should have known something like that would happen. He must have watched you give me a ride, and either followed us the whole way, or done some detective work to find us. I don't think he was smart enough to do anything but follow us." She shivered. "I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there to protect me," she said, hugging me fiercely.

"Huh, anytime," I said offhandedly.

"You must be REALLY sore," she said, solicitously. "I want to check you over."

"Let's take a bath," I suggested. "I need to clean up for the club tonight, anyway."

"I forgot about that. Can I join you in the tub?" she said, with a little smile.

"I thought you'd never ask," I said. "That saves me from kidnaping you."

"Ohh, that's too close to what might have happened....or worse," Virginia said, her hands both around my right arm as we walked toward the spiral staircase. I gestured her first up the stairs - I cannot get enough of looking at her cute little tush, but this time I grabbed it when we were halfway up. Virginia squealed, then giggled, mock slapping at my hand.

"You can see it when we're in the tub together.....naked and slippery," she teased.

"Mmkay," I said.. We finished the short trip up to the main bathroom. I leaned over to turn on the water, when, "Owww!" I yelped at a sharp pain in my side.

"What is it?" Virginia said, hurriedly, concern in her eyes.

"I dunno, when I leaned over, I felt a sharp pain, right about here..." I took her hand and put it on my stomach, right under my rib cage. "Oof," I said, as she pressed lightly.

"Let me see that," she said, starting to pull my shirt out of my pants.

"Hold on, let me get the bath started," I said, wincing as I bent over and turned on the faucet, then dumped in a couple of capfuls of the cucumber and melon bubble bath. I straightened up and sighed. "Okay."

Virginia unbuttoned my shirt, slowly pulling it off over my shoulders and head. "Jesus!" she exclaimed as she looked at my belly and left breast. "You've got some ugly purple welts there!" She traced over them with her fingers, hissing as she felt them, though I think I was just bruised, not actually swollen or lumpy or anything.

"I guess that's where Ass Hole kicked me, and punched me," I said. "It's sore."

"I should think so," Virginia said. "It looks terrible."

"Um, thanks," I said.

"Well, it does," she replied. "And it's not your fault. God, you got hurt saving me from him." She kissed my arm. "You should see a doctor and get it checked."

"Yeah, I will...later. Let's just have a good soak, okay, and then we can go out tonight." I watched Virginia as she undressed.

"What?" she said, noticing me looking at her. "Is there something on me?"

"Huh, no, I just like looking at you. And I REALLY like watching you take your clothes off."

It's funny, no matter how intimate you have been with someone, they can still be embarrassed to undress in front of you. Virginia was no different. Her face colored, and she held up the blouse she'd just taken off in front of her breasts.

"I know, it's silly, but I'm just shy to be naked in front of you just....I dunno, out of the blue, y'know?"

"Out of the blue?" I asked, absently swirling my fingers in the tub, to check the temperature. It felt perfect.

"Well, without you getting me...you know..." Her blush was deeper now.

"Getting you....excited?" I guessed. Virginia shook her head up and down, like a little girl verifying that, yes, she DOES believe in Santa Claus. I don't think she could say it, although last night she'd said all kinds of absolutely filthy and exciting things to me. I shrugged.

"Okay, I understand, but I'm gonna strip and get in the tub. Then I'll close my eyes so you can get in with me, okay?" I looked at my beautiful, though shy, Virginia.

"Okay," she said. "I know it sounds silly...." her voice trailed off as I pulled down my jeans, then my panties. Her eyes were on my pussy. I decided to tease her a little. I idly stroked one side of my crotch, my finger stroking up and down next to one of my labia, as though I were scratching an itch. Then, I pretended that my scratching was starting to turn me on a little - well, actually, playing with myself a little in front of Virginia WAS starting to turn me on.

I slowly ran my finger on top of my labia, then dipping it into my wetness inside, which was just beginning to form, and continued stroking, but both lips now, and I began stretching my body a little, moving my hips and ass, and sighing softly. I pretended to be completely absorbed in touching myself, but snuck a peek at Virginia. She was transfixed, her mouth open slightly, her tongue touching her lower lip.

"Ohh," I sighed, a little louder, then slid my forefinger inside myself to the first knuckle. I began caressing my breasts with my other hand, then deliberately looked up at Virginia, my eyes holding hers. Her eyes were wide, a sure sign of her excitement and receptivity to my playing. I smiled coyly at her, and her tongue licked both lips, her rate of breathing increasing.

She seemed unaware that she'd dropped her 'protective' blouse. I stepped over to her, and brushed my lips over hers. She shivered with pleasure. I took my wet finger, and brought it up to her eyes, so that she could see the girl cream on it. She gulped, her chest heaving slightly now, her nipples becoming erect. As her eyes followed my moistly glistening forefinger, I brought it under her nose. I could see her inhaling through her nostrils, taking in the scent of her woman, and she shivered again, swallowing twice in rapid succession.

Then I lowered my finger to slip my hand inside her skirt and panties. With my hand pinned by the waistband against her swelling stomach, I unbuttoned her skirt with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and my fingers continued on to her sweet little mound. Guessing that her slit would be wet already, I slowly forced my forefinger, still moist with the residue of my own excitement, inside her slit.

"Ohhh," she whispered, rising up on her tip toes as I penetrated her. I moved my finger in a 'come here' motion inside her, as she moaned, her hips rotating, her anticipation rising, her impending cum building inside her. I felt her arms go around my neck, and our cheeks caressed.

"Fuck me," she whispered in my ear, pressing her soft breasts and hard nipples into mine. "Fuck me hard, baby, and I'll do ANYTHING for you..." she whispered in my ear, the tip of her pink tongue touching my ear. Now it was my turn to shiver with pleasure. I slipped my finger out from inside her, then circled it around and on, her stiff clit. Her hips jerked into me as she came, she pressed her lips onto my cheek, and her knees buckled.

She was hanging on, her arms around my neck the only thing holding her up, until I threw both hands under her ass, and held her close as she orgasmed in my arms, her heart beating madly, and she bit my shoulder again, something I was coming to associate with Virginia's pleasure. I was beginning to like it.

"Okay, baby," I coaxed her, after she had regained her strength. "Now you can strip for me, huh?" I grinned at her. She wriggled her cute little nose at me, and finished undressing, not a bit shy this time, even running her fingertips along her breasts, and then along her labia, just to tease me. I held her hand as she daintily stepped into the garden tub, and languidly curled herself along the tub bottom in the bubble-laden water. Then I followed her in, sitting down next to her, then lying back in the hot water, relaxing in its luxuriousness, as Virginia lay on top of me, both of us partially supported by the water.

We lazily kissed, enjoying the soft haze of her post-coital pleasure. Somewhere in our moist, steamy, lazy bubble bath, we both fell asleep, our bodies and minds completely relaxed after our harrowing morning into afternoon. It's not often that two girls can have sex, a good breakfast, combat a crazed ex-boyfriend, more sex followed by a relaxing bath, with the promise of a fun evening out on the town, all in the same day. But we had to get it in, because my schedule was tightening up again, with a full truck load of 'art' in my front driveway that I had to get to North Carolina.

"Ohhh," I sighed, jostling Virginia as I awoke. "Looks like we nodded off, honey." The water was cool around us.

"Oh, man, did we really?" she smiled up at me sleepily. I leaned down and kissed her, her mouth warm and a little wet - I think she'd been drooling in her sleep. She yawned as we kissed.

"Ooh, sorry," she mumbled. "I have trouble waking up from midday naps."

"Mmmm," I said. "Well, whadda you want to do?" I asked. "Just bag going out tonight, or go finish our nap in a warm and cozy bed, or force ourselves to wake up, get dressed, and go out?"

"I'd really like to get into bed with you," Virginia began, which sounded like the best option to me, "but I'd rather get a chance to show you off to the other women at this club."

Ugh. Women always choose things like that. Showing off something instead of fucking.

"Okay," I agreed. "Let's get dressed then." I could always hope that she'd change her mind halfway through getting dressed. Unfortunately, the words, "Oh honey, I've changed my mind. Can we just spend a cozy evening at home?" never came, so we found ourselves heading out to Nouvelle Génération, the new lesbian club in Fort Smith.

We'd never been anywhere together except traveling, and shopping, so this was pretty much our first date.

Even though we'd slept together already.

Even though we had decided we were in love. It's a crazy world these days.

Anyway, we parked and headed in to the club, which was close by the district we'd gone shopping at the day before. The club itself was on Garrison Avenue. There was actually a really hot, raven-haired latina at the door, checking IDs and turning away obvious straight gawkers, though there seemed to be straight, lez and gay couples in the place. I had to think that the black-haired chick couldn't be the bouncer, as she looked way more elegant than she did as a bruiser.

That seemed like a good sign, as the door chicks at every other lez bar I'd ever been to were about twice my size, and three times uglier than me. Some places, like the Ace of Spades, were so dead that they didn't bother with someone at the door, just a bartenderette with a cut off baseball bat hidden behind the bar.

We found ourselves a table in the back after walking past a clump of about 15 2-tops, with a very small singer's stand at the front by the bar, then a nice wooden dance floor, about half filled with girls dancing, then a mixture of a dozen 2-tops, and about 10 4-tops in the back. There was a long mahogany bar along about half the length of the place, maybe thirty feet long. The door to the restrooms, an unlabeled door, probably to the manager's office, and a fire exit filled out the wall to the rear of the bar.

"This okay?" I asked Virginia over the loud, bouncy music.

She nodded. "Uh huh," she had to say, a couple of times, until I caught what she was saying. She shrugged, and gestured towards the speakers scattered around. I nodded, agreeing with her. It was pretty loud. It finally quieted down after about five minutes, I guess the manager noticed it was a little loud and turned down the amp.

We sat together, our bodies touching, and faced the dance floor. The girls dancing were pretty cute, for the most part. The butch girls weren't overly butch. I mean, no denim overalls, or rolled up sleeves, trucker ball caps, that kind of thing. It seemed to me that they were getting a higher class clientele here than at the Ace of Spades. The fem girls looked really cute, and about half looked to be college age, the rest late twenties and a sprinkling of thirty-somethings like me.

"What kind of music is this?" I asked Virginia.

"Oh, that's called 'Trance,'" she said.

"What? Trancer?" I asked.

"TRANCE," Virginia said, giggling. I couldn't help but laugh too. "It's electronic dance music, kind of bouncy, fast, you know," she said, a little louder for my benefit.

"What would you two like?" We were both startled by the voice, as we'd been intent on trying to hear each other, and the music cut off just as the voice began speaking. Virginia and I looked to our left, to see a really gay looking waiter smiling impatiently at us.

"Well, come ON ladies, I'm not getting any YOUNGER," the waiter said, tapping his toe impatiently.

"Geez, man, just hang on, would you? We just got here, PLUS this is our first time here. What do you HAVE?" Well, I guess that made all the difference, because he just changed his attitude completely.

"You're NOOBIES? Well, paint my butt pink and call me ELIZABETH!"he exclaimed. Virginia and I looked at each other and giggled.

"Okay, girls," he said in a more normal voice, but still VERY effeminate, "MY name's Drew, and I'm VERY pleased to meet you. This place is Nouvelle Génération, and we hope to make it the hottest, most welcoming gay and lesbian hot spot south of the Mason-Dixon line. So, welcome!"

He then went on to explain all about the place, where everything like the restrooms were, how to order, and so on. One thing he said caught my ear.

"You said you serve meals here?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yes ma'am, we do," he said. "Would you like to see a menu?"

"Please," I said. He brought one over, and I ordered a Sam Adams White Ale and Virginia had a Prostel Alkoholfrei that the waiter recommended. I'd never heard of that, but I'm learning there's an awful lot I don't know. We weren't planning on staying out late in any case, since we'd already had a pretty exciting day, and neither of us could think of anything better than being with each other in a warm bed anyway.

This night was more of a 'check out the new place' kind of a date, and so far I was pretty pleased. Virginia looked like she liked the place, and she told me so. Her hand was warm and soft in mine as we watched the people on the dance floor. There were two women on the floor we noticed right away, one a blonde with shoulder length hair, a little older, maybe in her thirties, and dressed like a professional woman, like a lawyer or something. The other black-haired, in a pixie cut, much younger, dressed like a student. They were both very cute, both fem, and pretty good dancers.

At one point, one of the two girls noticed us looking at them, and pointed us out briefly to her girl friend. They continued dancing, then went to sit down, a few tables away from us. Almost immediately after they returned to their 2-top, the pixie cut girl came over to our table, and introduced herself.

"Hi, my name's Amy, and my girl friend over there is Brenda. I know this is kind of forward, but by any chance were you all over at Creative Kitchen yesterday? You looked familiar, and I wondered if you were the same couple."

"Yeah, that was probably us, we were there yesterday," I said. I looked at Virginia. "We're new here, we don't really know anyone in this club...would you guys like to sit with us?" The whole time, Virginia didn't show any of the little cues that would tell me if I ws going off the rails, so I felt okay about making the invitation.

"I dunno," Amy said. "Let me check with Brenda." She wandered back over to her own table, leaned over and said a few words to the blonde. She looked over at us, and shrugged, then nodded, getting up and picking up both their mixed drinks.

The two girls made their way over to us. I was pleased to see how cute they were up close, but also a little disturbed by my physical reaction to them, given that I'd fallen in love with Virginia, and really determined to be faithful to her. Still, it is always pleasant to look at a beautiful girl, isn't it? I looked over at Virginia, and she seemed interested too. She looked over at me uncertainly.

Virginia and I moved over to the4-top next to us, sitting closely next to each other, and the two women sat on the other side, also touching, clearly 'together' as Virginia and I were. Up close, it became clear that, while Amy was college aged, Brenda was more in her late twenties, or even early thirties. Very cute and fem, though, both of them.

We introduced ourselves all around. Amy was 'Amy Lomborg,' and Brenda was 'Brenda Cartwright.'

"So, what's your story?" Brenda asked. She was clearly the more assertive of the couple.

I explained how Virginia and I had met, and had fallen in love on our cross-country journey. From their smiles, and the way they interacted, Virginia and I both gathered that Amy and Brenda had a similar story, and we were interested in hearing it.

After I finished, not leaving out too many graphic details, I said, "So, tell us how you two met."

Brenda began their story.

"I'm an adjunct professor at Webster University's Fort Smith Metro campus, teaching courses in Musical Theatre, in the Department of Theatre and Dance. Amy's a senior in the Department, majoring in Theatrical Production - you like to keep your sweet looks back stage, huh, honey?"

Amy smiled at this, and squeezed Brenda's hand.

"Anyway, I had been married to my high school sweetheart for six years. We'd gotten married our senior year of college, then I'd gone on to get my Ph.D, and begin teaching at Webster. I had no idea I could ever be interested in another girl, or maybe I just really did a good job of suppressing my attraction to females. In any case, I had no clue.

Amy, on the other hand, has known she was a lesbian since - what, when you were about twelve?"

Amy nodded, and agreed.

"So, when the whole thing started, it came as a distinct surprise to me. Amy says she knew I was a lesbian all along, even if I didn't know. We were putting on a production of Tartuffe, with me directing, a cast of dozens, Amy as one of the stage hands, and one girl in particular, Samantha Brooks, who was playing 'Mariane', who is a girl of marriageable age in the play. She was, to put it mildly, "hot."