The Long Weekend, Part Three

Deidra awoke in misery. It felt like her brain was trying to kick its way out of her skull. The sunlight pouring through the window didn’t help any, felt like ice picks in her eyes. She squeezed them shut tight, rolling away from the offending glare.

Her aunt laughed sympathetically, said, “I know, Sweetie. The morning after always sucks. I brought you something for it.”

Rolling onto her back, Deidra squinted at her aunt. Seeing what the woman was wearing, she shook her head and laughed. She had wanted to believe yesterday afternoon hadn’t happened, that it had all been a weird dream, but the see-thru negligee Aunt Debbie was wearing sort of confirmed it had been real.

“What time is it?” Deidra asked.

“A little after ten,” her aunt said, holding out a steaming mug of tea and two blue pills. She laughed when Deidra gave her a suspicious look, said, “It’s just tea and some Aleve. I’d never trick you into taking something you didn’t want.”

“What about yesterday?” Deidra asked, sitting up and accepting the tea and painkillers.

“Technically, you did that to yourself,” Aunt Debbie said, laughing when Deidra gave her a dirty look, “I’m sorry about that, though. Things went a little sideways yesterday.”

Laughing, Deidra said, “I guess they did.”

Deidra washed down the two Aleve with a mouthful of peppermint tea. She was relieved there was no alkaline aftertaste. She didn’t want a repeat of yesterday.

Aunt Debbie sat on the side of the bed, offered Deidra a curious smile and said, “Sweetie, how much do you remember about yesterday?”

Her face hot, Deidra said, “Too much.”

Laughing, Aunt Debbie said, “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

Her cheeks even hotter, Deidra looked away from the amused look on her aunt’s face. Embarrassed or not, she had to admit it wasn’t all bad. In fact, when she was ready to be honest with herself, she’d have to admit she had liked it and that she couldn’t blame that on the ecstasy. Still, she wasn’t ready to admit that to herself, let alone to her aunt.

Sobering up some, Aunt Debbie asked, “Do you remember talking to my friend Karen?”

Deidra nodded, thinking back to the curious events that followed Aunt Debbie catching her in bed with Kara and Kayla…

… Sitting on the bed with the sheet around her shoulders, Deidra was book ended on either side by a naked redhead. Aunt Debbie was talking to an older woman named Karen about her. Karen had followed Aunt Debbie out to the pool house, having caught her sneaking out of the house with her dress over one arm and her purse in the other. Karen had been more than a little surprised when she walked in on Deidra, the twins, and Aunt Debbie, not a stitch of clothing between them.

“You know the rules, Debbie,” Karen said.

Karen spoke with some authority, and Deidra got the impression that Karen’s opinion carried a good bit of weight in this group. Deidra didn’t know the source of this authority, but she couldn’t deny the woman garnered respect.

Aunt Debbie looked at Deidra anxiously, then back at Karen, said, “But she’s only thirteen.”

“There’s grass on the field,” Kara said, making her sister laugh.

Karen glanced at them for clarification, only to shrug when the twins didn’t offer any. Turning back to Aunt Debbie, she said, “It’s not unheard of for under aged girls to join the Society. Remember little Serena?”

“But, Karen…” Aunt Debbie said, desperately searching for something to say.

“She knows about the Society,” Karen said, putting her hand on Deidra’s shoulder. She urged Deidra to stand up. Deidra did, hugging the silky sheets tighter around her naked body.

Aunt Debbie looked like she wanted to argue, even opened her mouth to say something, then changed her mind. Aunt Debbie’s shoulders fell, and she said, “And only one of the Society can know about it.”

“She’s one of us now,” Karen said.

Deidra heard excited whispering behind and turned to see the twins grinning at her. Still holding Deidra’s eyes, Kara said, “Not yet, Karen.”

Glancing at Karen, she saw the woman favoring her with a weighing look. Deidra wondered what that look was about, was about to ask, when Karen looked at the twins. Deidra saw Karen raise her eyebrows questioningly. She turned just in time to see the twins nodding.

Karen shrugged, put her arm around Deidra’s shoulder, and said, “Or will be once she is initiated.”

“Does she really have to go through the initiation?” Aunt Debbie asked, looking at Deidra, “with circumstances as they are, can’t she just stay out here? She isn’t going to tell anyone about us. Are you, Deidra?”

Before Deidra could answer, Kayla said, “We all had to go through the initiation.”

“Yeah but we knew what we were getting into,” Aunt Debbie said.

“Kayla is right,” Karen said, giving Deidra’s shoulder a squeeze, “Deidra might not have found her way to us by the usual means, but that doesn’t change the fact that she is a First Timer. Besides, I wouldn’t want her to miss all the fun.”

“But Karen…” Aunt Debbie said, then sighed in defeat. Meeting Deidra’s eyes, Aunt Debbie said, “Welcome to the Society…

Shaking off the memory, Deidra asked, “Aunt Debbie, what is the Society?”

Aunt Debbie rubbed the back of her neck nervously, said, “It is a… club, of sorts. The Society of Lesbos. Or The Society, as most of the members call it. It’s named after the Greek island of Lesbos.”

“Okay,” Deidra said, figuring there had to be more to the story, “why name the group after an island?”

“Do you really want the history lesson?” Aunt Debbie asked, then shrugged, “In ancient Greece, there was a poet named Sappho who lived on the island of Lesbos. She was rumored to have… enjoyed the company of other women. The Society of Lesbos is a group of women who share her views on… such things.”

“Why not call the club The Society of Sappho, then?” Deidra asked.

“I… Well… I don’t know,” Aunt Debbie said, then shrugged, “The Society has been around a lot longer than I’ve been a member, so I didn’t get a say in naming it.”

“Okay,” Deidra said, laughing.

“Anyway, from time to time, members of the Society get together and have a party-” Aunt Debbie said

Deidra interrupted, “An orgy?”

“Um, an orgy,” her aunt said, blushing.

“Like this one?” Deidra asked, grinning.

“This one is relatively small. We’ve been known to rent entire floors of hotels…” Aunt Debbie said, then reconsidered this line of dialog, “anyway, that’s not important.”

Seeing her aunt squirm, Deidra had to laugh, “Wow. Aunt Debbie is a freak.”

“Anyway,” Aunt Debbie said, laughing, “The parties are invite-only, and the only way to get invited is to be a member.”

“How do you become a member?” Deidra asked, frowning, “seems like a difficult club to join.”

“Very difficult,” her aunt said, nodding, “you have to luck into meeting a member, undergo an intense screening process, be approved by the matriarchy. Only then are you allowed to know if its existence, let alone join.”

“Or you could just pick the wrong weekend to get dumped at your kinky aunt’s house,” Deidra said, grinning at her aunt.

Laughing, Aunt Debbie said, “Sorry about this, Kiddo.”

“So what? Does this mean I’ll start receiving the news letter for upcoming orgies?” Deidra asked, teasing.

“Well, yeah,” Aunt Debbie said, utter seriously.

“What? Seriously?” Deidra said, her eyes wide.

“It’s like Karen said,” Aunt Debbie said, amused by her niece’s reaction, “once you know about the Society of Lesbos, you are Society. You are now a member of a very select group of women.”

Flabbergasted, Deidra said, “But I’m only thirteen!”

“I know, Sweetie,” Aunt Debbie said, laughing, “I’m not expecting to see your name on any guest lists, anytime soon, but you are still a member. Or you will be…”

Remembering something Karen mentioned, Deidra guessed, “The initiation?”

“The initiation,” Aunt Debbie confirmed.

“What’s the initiation?” Deidra asked, envisioning women in hooded robes making her drink from a goblet of blood.

Rather than answer Deidra’s question, her aunt rubbed her neck nervously and asked, “When you were.. with the twins… Did you… How do I ask this?”

Her face turning red, Deidra asked, “Did I like it?”

With a look of relief, Aunt Debbie rushed to say, “You seemed… It’s perfectly natural if you did. Kara and Kayla are very beautiful and sensual… I mean…”

Deidra looked at her aunt as she tried to put the words together and her heart started beating faster. She wasn’t sure why, but the woman’s nervousness didn’t do anything for her own nerves. Deidra asked, “What is the initiation, Aunt Debbie?”

Her Aunt Debbie looked at her for a long moment, then sighed, said, “When a woman is accepted into the Society, she is brought to one of these parties. As a First Timer- what we call the pledge- her clothes are taken and locked up in a chest. Each member present is given a key to one of the locks on the chest. One lock per member. The First Timer has to go to each member and… convince her to give up her key.”

“Convince her how?” Deidra asked, her heart racing. Considering what she knew about the Society, she could probably guess, and she found herself holding her breath as she waited for her aunt to confirm her suspicions.

“It varies for each member but… It usually involves a… sexual favor of the members choice,” Aunt Debbie said, looking away from Deidra.

Deidra let out her pent up breath in a nervous laugh, said, “Yeah, I thought you were going to say that.”

“I’m sorry I got you into this,” her aunt said, meeting her eyes.

Pulling the blanket up, Deidra looked down at her naked body and started laughing. Shaking her head, she said, “I guess the initiation has already started.”

With a sheepish grin, her aunt said, “Last night.”

“Right,” Deidra said, taking a deep breath.

“Some good news,” Aunt Debbie said, fishing in the tiny pocket of the negligee, “the twins wanted you to have these.”

Blushing, Deidra saw the pair of gold keys in her aunt’s hand. She flashed back to the pool house when she sandwiched between two naked redheads. Suddenly hot with adrenaline, she wondered if that was what the rest of her weekend had in store.

She took the keys and asked, “Two down… How many to go?”

“Thirteen,” Aunt Debbie said, laughing as Deidra gasped, “well, twelve, not counting mine.”

“Twelve?” Deidra repeated, in disbelief.

Still laughing, her aunt patted her knee and said, “You got off easy. I could barely walk by the time I earned my last key.”

“How many members were there?” Deidra asked.

Shivering, her aunt said, “Remember what I said about renting a whole floor of a hotel?”

“Jesus, Aunt Debbie,” Deidra said, laughing.

Standing up, her aunt said, “Grab a shower. Get yourself together and come downstairs and join the party.”

Deidra took a deep breath and said, “Right.”

Aunt Debbie started to turn away, then seemed to remember something. She dug in the tiny pocket on her negligee and produced another key, this one silver. Holding out the key, she said, “I almost forgot to give this to you.”

“Who is this from?” Deidra asked, taking it.

“Oh, this doesn’t open one of your locks,” Aunt Debbie said, with a bit of a mischievous smile.

“Wait? Then what does it unlock?” Deidra asked.

“Did you think you were the only First Timer here?” Her aunt said, laughing as Deidra’s eyes got big, “Grab a shower. I’ll be downstairs putting us some breakfast together.”

With that, she was gone, and Deidra was left to think about how her weekend had turned out. Looking at the three keys in her hand, she had to shake her head. She understood now why Aunt Debbie was in such a rush to get her out of the house. Her eyes fixed on the two gold keys, and her heart started beating faster. What would she have to do to get the other twelve keys? Thinking about what she had done to earn the two she already had, she shivered.

Then there was the silver key, which presented a whole other set of problems. Somewhere in this house, there was a woman who would be coming to her, asking what sexual favor Deidra expected in return for her key. The more Deidra thought about it, the more that scenario started to seem more daunting than earning her own keys. Winning back her clothes was a necessity since she obviously couldn’t return home naked, but that wasn’t the case with the silver key.

“God, what have I gotten into?” Deidra said, out loud.

She threw the covers back and stood up. Looking down at her naked body, Deidra had to laugh. With all of her clothes locked up somewhere in the house, a simple gold chain necklace was all she had on and would have on for the rest of the weekend. Her face was hot thinking about walking around naked in front of these sexed up women. She couldn’t even find reassurance in the fact that they were all female, giving their sexual preferences. Even her age wasn’t a deterrent, as the twins had clearly illustrated.

She was beginning to feel like a lamb in a den of wolves.

Deidra saw her backpack leaning against the wall next to the door, now largely deflated without her clothes in it. She picked it up and set it on the bed. All of her toiletries were still inside, so she slipped the backpack over one shoulder. Her heart was racing as she padded to the door. Holding her breath, she opened it, poking her head into the hallway. She was glad to see it was deserted. She ran to the bathroom, bursting through the door and hurriedly closing it behind her. Sighing with relief, Deidra was glad to put off being seen naked for a little while longer. She hadn’t appreciated her modesty until it was taken away from her.

“Well, hi,” someone said, from behind her.

Belatedly, Deidra realized the bathroom was occupied. She whirled around to find a beautiful black woman smiling at her. She was just stepping out of the shower, a wet towel in one hand. Deidra looked away in embarrassment when she noticed she wasn’t the only one naked in the bathroom.

“Um, sorry,” Deidra said, looking everywhere but at the woman.

“No need for that,” The woman said, laughing, “I’m not shy.”

“I didn’t realize anyone was in here,” Deidra said, edging toward the door, “I’ll come back.”

“That’s okay, Deidra. Give me one minute, and the bathroom is yours,” the woman said, putting her hand on Deidra’s shoulder, “it is Deidra, right? You are Debbie’s niece?”

“Um, yeah,” Deidra said, risking a look at the woman, “I mean, yes ma’am.”

“So polite,” the woman said, laughing, “you can leave off the ma’am part, though. My name is Tamara. We didn’t get to meet last night. Your aunt said you weren’t feeling well and sent you upstairs to lie down.”

“Yeah,” Deidra said, which was the truth. She had felt wrung out when the ecstasy finally worked its way out of her system. Not exactly depressed, but something like it. Aunt Debbie had sent her upstairs to sleep it off, even though it was still light outside.

“That’s a shame,” Tamara said, favoring Deidra with a playful smile, “I understand you had some of your aunt’s tea.”

Cringing, Deidra said, “You know about that?”

“Everyone does,” Tamara said, laughing, “you are all anyone is talking about.”

“Me? Why?” Deidra asked.

“It’s not every day that one of our parties gets crashed,” Tamara said, then added, “Oh, welcome to the Society, by the way.”

“Um, thanks, ma- Tamara,” Deidra said, catching herself before she could say ‘ma’am’. Deidra’s heart started beating faster as she realized this was one of the women who had a key that unlocked the chest with her clothes in it.

“Relax, Deidra,” Tamara said, amused, “I can see your mind going a mile a minute.”

Laughing, Deidra said, “A couple of things are starting to sink in.”

With a playful smile, Tamara said, “Yeah, I guess this is a bit of a shock for you.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” Deidra said, shaking her head.

“With your less than orthodox entry into the Society, that’s to be expected,” Tamara said, hanging up her wet towel to dry, “by the time they end up at one of these parties, most First Timers have developed particular… Tastes. Do you know what I mean?”

Deidra nodded, thought she had a pretty good idea what Tamara was talking about. The way Tamara was looking at her curiously, Deidra thought she knew what the woman’s next question was going to be. Still, she hoped Tamara wouldn’t ask it because Deidra didn’t know the answer. She had slept with the twins, had enjoyed it at the moment, but she hasn’t really had a chance to process her feelings about that just yet. If Tamara asked the question that was in her eyes, Deidra didn’t know what her answer would be.

Tamara leaned against the vanity, still giving Deidra that weighing look. Finally, she asked, “And do you have similar… tastes, Deidra?”

“I- I don’t know,” Deidra said, the only honest answer she had.

“The twins seem to think you might,” Tamara said, playfully.

Blushing, Deidra stammered, “I… Well… That was…”

Tamara laughed and moved closer. She put her hand on Deidra’s hip, meeting her eyes. Deidra realized the woman was going to kiss her about half a heart beat before she leaned in and pressed her lips to Deidra’s. When Deidra tried to gasp, Tamara’s tongue slipped into her mouth. Tamara teased her into letting the kiss happen, drew her deep into it. The woman was a skilled kisser, maybe even better than the twins. Things got a little fuzzy, and when Deidra regained some of her senses, she realized her body was pressed against Tamara’s and that her hand was on the woman’s full backside.

Snatching her hand away, she pulled back from the kiss, embarrassed by her reaction to Tamara’s kiss. The woman favored her with an amused smile, said, “I think the twins might be right. You’ll do fine in the Society.”

“I- that was a test?” Deidra asked, her voice a little husky. Her lips were still tingling.

“That,” Tamara said, touching Deidra’s cheek, “was a kiss. A very lovely one, at that. You surprised me.”

“But what did you mean when you said, ‘You’ll do fine in the Society’?”

“When I kissed you, your instincts kicked in. It wasn’t until your brain got in the way that you let go of my ass,” Tamara said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “If you can get passed your brain, you’ll have a lot of fun this weekend.”

“Oh,” Deidra said.

Tamara pushed passed Deidra on her way to the door. Pausing with her hand on the knob, Tamara said, “Come find me later. We can talk about getting your key back.”

“I will,” Deidra said, smiling at her. She was more than a little surprised to find she was looking forward to it.

“And Deidra,” Tamara said, opening the door.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget what I said about that brain of yours,” Tamara said, favoring Deidra with a smile that made her forget to breathe for a second. Then she was gone.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Deidra ran her hand through her hair and said, “Jesus!”

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Fresh from her shower, Deidra made her way downstairs. She had to fight the urge to leave the towel wrapped around her naked body. In the end, she hung it up next to Tamara’s, figuring the gambit wouldn’t have worked anyway. At best, she figured she’d just be delaying the inevitable and would have ended up naked, anyway. After all, rules were rules.

It didn’t take long for her to be spotted and her face felt like it might catch fire as she found herself the center of attention. Deidra saw they were all curious about the thirteen-year-old girl who had crashed their party. Deidra waved shyly and had to fight the urge to cover up as she hurried into the kitchen.

“Hey, Sweetie,” her aunt said, seeing her enter, “feeling any better?”

“Yeah,” Deidra said, meaning it. The Aleve and shower had done wonders for her headache. Still not a hundred percent but she figured she was holding steady at about eighty-five percent.

“Want some breakfast? I’m making eggs.”

“Yeah,” Deidra said, pulling out a stool at the center island, “I’m starving.”

“No surprise there. You didn’t eat anything yesterday,” Aunt Debbie said, then started laughing, “Well, no food, anyway.”

Snorting in surprise, Deidra said, “Aunt Debbie!”

Her aunt winked at her, asked, “Too soon?”

Deidra blushed, and her aunt laughed as she went back to stirring the scrambled eggs. Shaking her head, Deidra thought about the embarrassing situation her aunt had caught her in and about what Deidra had witnessed in the living room while she was trying to sneak out of the house. She decided they knew way too much about each other’s sex life. Looking at the see-thru lingerie her aunt wore, Deidra sighed, thinking it was only going to get worse from here.

Someone put their arms around Deidra from behind, kissing her neck. Deidra stiffened in surprise, then relaxed when a familiar voice whispered in her ear, “How’s my Little Debbie feeling this morning?”

“I woke up with a huge headache, but it’s better now,” Deidra said, turning on the stool to smile at the redhead. Looking at her pretty face, Deidra was a little embarrassed that she wasn’t sure which twin it was. Remembering something she had noticed in the pool house, Deidra let her eyes drop to the woman’s pale breasts, saw the triangle of freckles on the left one. Smiling, she met the woman’s eyes and asked, “How are you feeling this morning, Kayla?”

Kayla’s face brightened, and she said, “Lucky guess.”

“Wasn’t a guess,” Deidra said, blushing, “you have a couple of freckles on your breast, and your sister doesn’t.”

At the stove, Aunt Debbie started laughing and shaking her head, which only made Deidra’s face even hotter.

“Why, aren’t you the observant one,” Kayla said, smiling warmly at Deidra. She gently urged Deidra’s legs open, moving between them. Leaning in, she gave Deidra a lingering, toe-curling kiss. When she finally pulled back, her eyes flashed at Deidra, and she said, “Just because you have my key, doesn’t mean you have to be a stranger. I’d love to spend some more time together.”

Deidra gave her a dazed smile, husked, “Okay.”

With a playful pout, Kayla said, “Just okay?”

Surprising herself, Deidra leaned forward and kissed Kayla. As the woman responded and kissed her back, Deidra realized she really did want to spend some more time with the lovely redhead.

Kayla pulled back from the kiss, favoring Deidra with a smile that made her heart forget to beat for a couple of seconds, asked, “Do you promise to come play with me before the party is over?”

“I promise,” Deidra said, fully intending to make good on the promise.

“Good,” Kayla said, stealing one more kiss before sauntering off.

Deidra found herself watching her go, mesmerized by the sway of her hips, the tick of her pale backside. Kayla was leggy and graceful, and Deidra had to admit she found the woman appealing. Deidra had thought maybe the ecstasy in her system had been responsible for her attraction to the redhead but apparently not. The fact that she was attracted to Kayla was a bit of a revelation for her. She has never been attracted to another female before, whether it be a woman or girl. Then again, she has never had cause to look at one like that before. She was looking now, and she was surprised by how much she liked what she was seeing.

Thinking about this curious change of perception, Deidra turned back around and found her aunt looking at her curiously, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Deidra blushed, realizing her aunt had been privy to that little exchange with Kayla.

“What?” Deidra asked, squirming under her aunt’s attention.

“You promise, huh?” Aunt Debbie asked, sliding a plate of eggs in front of Deidra.

“I- well…” Deidra said, shaking her head when her aunt started laughing.

Getting forks from a drawer, Aunt Debbie said, “Don’t get me wrong, I’d have said yes, too. Kayla is… well, Kayla. The twins are very beautiful… and sensual.”

When her aunt held out a fork, Deidra accepted it. Before she acknowledged her aunt’s statement, she tried her eggs. Maybe it was because she hadn’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday, but the eggs were delicious. She sighed happily as she chewed.

“These are so good,” Deidra said, taking another bite. She smiled at her aunt, saw the woman was still giving her a curious look. Deidra thought she knew what the woman was curious about, so she swallowed and said, “Kayla is beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is,” Aunt Debbie said, beginning to eat. Deidra frowned at her, then shrugged. It appeared her curiosity had been satisfied.

Deidra tore into her eggs with gusto, and it was a few minutes before either of them spoke, again. Their plates were largely empty when the silence was finally broken.

It was Aunt Debbie who finally spoke up, “Before yesterday… have you ever been attracted to… other girls?”

“No,” Deidra said.

Raising her eyebrows, Aunt Debbie said, “Not at all?”

Deidra laughed, said, “No.”

“That’s…” her aunt said, then ran out of words.

“Crazy?” Deidra offered.

“Well, yeah,” Aunt Debbie said, laughing. Sobering up some, she gave her niece a curious look, asked, “You are now… right?”

“Um, I think… I think I am,” Deidra said, meeting her aunt’s eyes, “this all happened so fast, I haven’t had time to figure out what to make of yesterday.”

Her aunt laughed and gave her a sympathetic smile, said, “I’m sure you have a whole lot to figure out and more before the weekend is over. You kind of got thrown in the deep end… I guess it’s up to you decide if you want to swim or get out of the pool.”

“Nice analogy,” Deidra said, nodding appreciatively, “yesterday has definitely given me a lot to think about.”

“I know your old Aunt Debbie isn’t usually the first person you’d ask for advice but if you have questions…” Aunt Debbie said, with an affectionate smile, “after all, I’ve been swimming for a long, long time.”

“Okay,” Deidra said, smiling at her, “either way, it looks like I’m stuck ‘swimming’ this weekend.”

“You know,” her aunt said, loading up her fork, “the initiation isn’t meant to be a punishment. Or, a chore, for that matter. It’s meant to get the First Timers to meet new people, makes some friends in the Society… and, of course, have a whole lot of orgasms in the process.”

“Wow,” Deidra said, laughing and shaking her head. Her aunt has seemed to have done way with her adult/kid filter altogether. It was kind of cool, her aunt talking to her more like an adult, but it was going to take some getting used to. Especially, if she was going to say things like that.

“All I’m saying is, you’ll have a whole lot more fun this weekend if you embrace it, go into it with the mind set ‘I get to do this’, instead of ‘I have to do this’.”

Finishing the last of her eggs, Deidra considered what her aunt had said. She couldn’t find any fault in the woman’s logic.

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Deidra stood in the archway that separated the kitchen and the living room, trying to bolster her courage. Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweating. She couldn’t remember ever being this nervous. With the twins, it had been easy. Kayla and Kara had very effectively seduced her, had been the instigators of the events in the pool house. Now it was her turn to approach a woman and try to entice them into some form of sexual congress. The problem was, she had no idea how to do that.

Flirting was a fairly new concept for Deidra, one she hasn’t had much practice at. Flirting with boys her own age was easy. They were all hormones, and a smile was enough to make them follow her around like a puppy. The women here were a lot more seasoned, and she didn’t think just smiling at them was going to cut it. Suddenly, Deidra felt in way over her head. In more ways than one, she really wasn’t ready for this.

From her post in the archway, Deidra watched Tamara swaying to the music pouring out of the radio. Sometime after her shower, the woman had slipped into a revealing white bustier with matching stockings and a tiny thong. The contrast of the sheer white lingerie on her dark umber skin was tantalizing, and Deidra was finding her very easy to look at.

Especially the way she was dancing, the sexy gyration of her hips. A dancer herself, Deidra had to admire her moves. The woman danced with confidence and unrestrained passion and no small amount of skill.

The song ended, and Tamara said something to the woman she had been dancing with. The woman nodded, and Tamara came over to where Deidra was standing. Smiling, she said, “I hear you are a dancer.”

“Yeah,” Deidra said.

Offering her hand, Tamara asked, “Dance with me?”

Her heart racing, Deidra took the hand and let Tamara lead her into the little group of women dancing. She laughed nervously as Tamara started dancing close to her. Embarrassed, she started dancing half-heartedly.

“I thought you were a dancer?” Tamara teased.

“I am,” Deidra said, laughing self-consciously, “I’m not used to dancing naked, though.”

“Do you need panties to make your hips move?” Tamara asked, putting her hands on Deidra’s hips.

“No,” Deidra said, her heart beating faster at the contact.

“Then move them, girl,” Tamara said, smiling at Deidra. There was an unspoken challenge in that smile, as if Tamara was daring Deidra to show her what she could do. Deidra recognized the subtle manipulation, but she still went for the bait, anyway. She was helpless not to because Tamara had poked her in just the right spot: her dancer’s pride.

If I can dance in front of auditorium full of people at a dance competition, then surely I can dance in front of a group of women, Deidra thought, trying to psych herself up. It half worked, only to fall apart as she thought, Although, I’m usually not naked when I’m up on the stage, and I don’t have to sleep with the judges or crowd.

She pushed those thoughts aside because they weren’t helping. Focusing on the music, she realized she recognized the song playing on the radio. It was one of her mother’s favorites and Deidra kind of liked it, even if she could never admit it to her mom. It was too much fun teasing her about her ‘old time music’. Her mom would glare at her and say the nineties weren’t old.

With a deep breath, Deidra set aside her nervousness and her embarrassment, her insecurities and her inhibitions, and just danced. She let the music move her, and with each sway of her hips, her confidence came back to her. She was smiling before long, having fun.

Tamara grinned at her, said, “So you can move your hips without your panties?”

Laughing, Deidra said, “I guess so.”

“And pretty good, at that,” Tamara said, winking, “there for a second, I thought your aunt was exaggerating when she said you were a dancer.”

“You talked to Aunt Debbie about me?” Deidra asked.

“Of course,” Tamara said, smiling, “we are all curious about you. Like I said, it’s not every day a pretty young girl crashes one of our parties. You are something of an unknown, unexpected. For a group of women who think they’ve seen it all, the unexpected is a nice change of pace.”

“Oh,” Deidra said, chewing that bit of information over.

“That and Debbie is every inch the proud aunt,” Tamara said, laughing, “she couldn’t wait to brag about her only niece. I thought she was going to break out the photo albums at any moment.”

Deidra snorted in surprise, then started laughing at the mental image of a group of half naked women taking a break from their orgy to look at her baby pictures. Still laughing, she said, “Wow.”

The song ended too quickly, and Deidra thought they were finished dancing when a slow song came on. Tamara surprised Deidra by putting her arms around Deidra’s neck, moving closer. Laughing, Deidra put her hands on the woman’s hips, and they danced in a slow circle.

“You were watching me,” Tamara said, meeting Deidra’s eyes, “from the archway.”

Her heart racing, Deidra said, “I- I was trying to think of something to say to… Um, you know.”

Nodding, Tamara smiled at Deidra, said, “I thought you might be, so I thought I’d make it easy for you.”

“I still don’t know what to say,” Deidra admitted, laughing.

“The pitch can be daunting,” Tamara said, sympathetically, “sometimes you just have to go for. Say the first thing that comes to mind, no matter how stupid it sounds.”

“The pitch?” Deidra asked.

“That’s the way I always think of it. The Pitch. In sales, the pitch is a presentation you give a prospective party to sell whatever it is you are marketing. When you are approaching someone you are interested in, it’s like you are trying to sell… well, you.”

“Okay,” Deidra said, then gave the woman a curious look, “I take it you are in sales.”

“Smart girl,” Tamara said, nodding appreciatively, “I’m the owner and lead designer of Tamara’s Temptations, an online lingerie boutique. We supply a few local stores, as well.”

“Is this one of your outfits?” Deidra asked, taking the opportunity to look Tamara up and down.

“Yes,” Tamara said, smiling.

“It’s beautiful,” Deidra said, meaning it. Her voice was a little shaky as she added, “You look amazing in it.”

A slow smile spread on Tamara’s lips and she said, “Careful, you’ll make a black girl blush.”

Deidra didn’t know about Tamara, but her own cheeks were hot. Tamara favored her with an amused smile, which only made her turn even more crimson. Laughing nervously, she said, “I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I’d have been concerned if you did,” Tamara said, kissing her, “relax. You are doing fine.”

“Really?” Deidra asked, surprised.

“Not really,” Tamara said, laughing, “but it’ll come with practice. The good news is, this weekend you don’t need to be smooth. Everyone knows you are going to be coming around to earn their key, so you really don’t have to worry about the pitch.”

“Oh,” Deidra said, thinking about it. What Tamara said made sense and she relaxed some.

Seeing the look of relief on Deidra’s face, Tamara laughed and said, “That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t practice your pitch. This weekend would be a great time to work on your bullshit.”

Deidra blinked in surprise, said, “My bullshit?”

“Everyone has their own brand of bullshit. The key is to find a girl interested in the bullshit you are selling,” Tamara said.

“Um, what exactly is my bullshit?” Deidra asked.

“That’s for you to figure out,” Tamara said, then elaborated when Deidra rolled her eyes, “it’s the clothes you wear; your smile; your simple ‘hello’ or cheesy pick up line; your sense of humor; your likes and dislikes; it’s the flirty little things you do to let a girl know you are interested.”

“Got it,” Deidra said, smiling.

“Now, your bullshit should be mostly real. You can exaggerate a little, but most girls don’t like it much when they discover your bullshit is actually all horseshit,” Tamara said.

“Be myself,” Deidra said, laughing, “got it.”

“You are a beautiful girl, Deidra. Smart. Funny. A good kisser and even better dancer… I wouldn’t worry too much about the girls wanting to buy whatever you are selling,” Tamara said, smiling at Deidra, “present company included.”

Her heart racing, Deidra turned her face up into Tamara, and the woman kissed her deeply. Again, Tamara drew her into the kiss, and there was more than a little heat behind it. Deidra felt herself start to respond, thought Tamara was feeling it, too. It lingered until the song ended and Tamara finally pulled back to give Deidra a playful smile.

“Are you ready to talk about my key, yet?” Tamara asked, pressing her body against Deidra’s.

“Um, what do you want me to do?” Deidra asked, her heart racing.

Stealing one more kiss, Tamara said, “I want you to come upstairs with me.”

Deidra swallowed hard, said, “Okay.”

Tamara took her hand and led her upstairs. Deidra felt eyes on her, knew the women in the group was watching them. Her face was hot, but there was nothing she could do about their attention. It was like Tamara said- she was a curiosity.

They passed the room Deidra had slept in last night, going to the next bedroom down the hall. Tamara knocked on the door, listened intently. Deidra met her eyes, raising her eyebrows questioningly. The woman laughed and held up her finger. She listened a moment longer, then seemed satisfied.

“We don’t want to walk in on anyone who doesn’t want to be walked in on,” Tamara said, twisting the knob, “hello? We are coming in!”

When no one spoke up from inside, Tamara pushed the door open. Deidra peeked inside, glad to see there wasn’t anyone who ‘wanted to be walked in on’ inside. Her eyes went to the bed, saw the sheets were ruffled. No one was here now, but someone had been here. How recently, she didn’t know. Stepping into the room, she saw some luggage, a checked bag sticker still attached to one the handles.

Surprised, she asked, “People fly in for these… Um, parties?”

“The Society is international,” Tamara said, moving beside Deidra, “I’ve been to parties in Mexico, Italy and all over the U.S.”

“There aren’t any local women to sleep with?” Deidra asked.

Tamara laughed and said, “It’s not all about the sex. Sure, it’s a big part of it, but there’s more to it than that. You make a lot of friends, connect with new people with similar tastes. We spend as much time laughing and drinking as we do fu- um, making love.”

Deidra gave the woman an amused look, said, “You might as well say fucking, at this point.”

“Such language,” Tamara teased, then went on, “do you understand what I’m saying?”

“That it’s more than an orgy?” Deidra said.

“Yes, smart ass,” Tamara said, laughing, “it’s about friendships and even relationships- I just went to a wedding between two of our members. I’ve made so many friends. Business contacts, too. I met Kelly in Ohio and she stream-lined my production process. Olivia from Key West helped me with my finances. My profits have quadrupled since I met them.”

“Okay, okay,” Deidra said, laughing and holding up her hands in defeat.

Putting her arm around Deidra’s waist, Tamara said, “Maybe by the time this weekend is over, I’ll have a new friend.”

“You mean, like text back and forth and follow each other on Facebook?” Deidra teased, smiling at her.

Tamara laughed, said, “Something like that.”

“Have sleepovers?” Deidra asked.

A sexy smile spread on Tamara’s face, and she said, “A sleepover could be fun.”

Her heart beating a little faster, Deidra said, “I doubt my mom would go for your kind of sleepover.”

“That’s a pity,” Tamara said, kissing Deidra deeply.

“Yeah,” Deidra said, a little dazed.

Tamara put her arms around Deidra’s neck, met her eyes, then asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“You mean…” Deidra said, blushing.

Smiling at her, Tamara said, “Yeah, that. Do you really want to have sex with me?”

Swallowing hard, Deidra nodded. She saw something in Tamara’s eyes, and Deidra wondered what was bothering the woman.

“Do you really want to or feel you have to because I have something you need?” Tamara asked, still holding Deidra’s gaze.

“I want to,” Deidra said, meaning it. Being this close to Tamara, lost in her limpid brown eyes, Deidra felt a stirring of passion for the woman.

“Even if I offered you my key without any further obligation, would you still join me?” Tamara asked, inclining her head toward the bed.

Deidra’s voice was a little shaky as she said, “Aunt Debbie says the initiation is an opportunity, not an obligation.”

“Do you think it is an opportunity?” Tamara asked.

“Key or no key,” Deidra said, favoring Tamara with what she hoped was a sexy smile, “I’d have followed you upstairs.”

Tamara kissed her then, a lingering, toe curler of a kiss that stole Deidra’s breath away. Finally breaking it, Tamara favored Deidra with a playful smile, said, “Key or no key, huh?”

Laughing, Deidra said, “Yeah.”

“Just for the record, that’s some grade a bullshit,” Tamara said.

“Yeah?” Deidra asked, grinning.

“Yeah,” Tamara said, kissing her, again. Her hand slid up Deidra’s flank to cup one of her breasts. Caught off guard, the move startled a giggle from Deidra. Pulling back, Tamara looked at her questioningly, which made her blush.

“Sorry. I was really stoned last time someone touched me like that,” Deidra said, embarrassed.

“Should I stop?” Tamara asked, amused.

“Um, no,” Deidra said, laughing, “I’m okay.”

“If I’m going too fast,” the woman said, teasing Deidra’s stiffening nipple with her thumb, “let me know.”

“Okay,” Deidra said, moaning. As her body started to respond to Tamara’s touch, she forgot to be nervous. The hand on her breast awoke a desire in her, a heat spreading between her thighs. Tamara didn’t let up until she had Deidra a horny mess.

“Why don’t you lie down on the bed?” Tamara whispered in Deidra’s ear.

Nodding, Deidra crawled onto the bed, stretching out on her back. Propped up on her elbows, she watched as Tamara went to the door and depressed the lock button on the knob. Deidra flashed back to the pool house, and she hoped this lock wasn’t busted, too. Being caught in a compromising position once was enough for one weekend.

She smiled at Tamara when the woman turned back to the bed. As the woman came to her, Deidra couldn’t help but think she was easy to look at. As dark as the twins had been pale, Tamara’s skin was as deep as freshly brewed coffee and the white lingerie she wore almost seemed to glow on her lovely body. Tamara was leggy, slender with small, high breasts, a flat belly, and a round backside.

Tamara crawled onto the bed. On her hands and knees, she kissed the inside of Deidra’s calf, her knee. Deidra’s breath caught in her throat as Tamara’s lips brushed against the inside of her thigh, then again higher. She thought she knew where this was going, but she was wrong. Tamara kissed the hollow of Deidra’s hip, then left a trail of moist prints up her taut stomach. Her skin tingled every where Tamara’s lips touched.

From above her, Tamara smiled down at her Deidra, leaned in for a kiss. Deidra kissed her back eagerly, more than a little turned on by Tamara’s exploration of her body with her mouth. She could feel Tamara’s excitement behind that kiss, her desire.

Pulling back, Tamara asked, “Did the twins show you how to trib?”

“I don’t know,” Deidra said, breathing hard, “maybe.”

Amused, Tamara gave her another kiss, then said, “Why don’t you show me what you’ve learned, and we’ll go from there.”

Thinking about doing the things Kayla and Kara had taught her to Tamara had her heart knocking around her rib cage like a crazed animal and she was a little shaky with a little nervousness and a whole lot of naughty excitement. The look in the woman’s eyes and smile tugging at the corners of her mouth got Deidra going. She urged Tamara to trade places with her. From her back, Tamara looked up at her with a curious expectancy.

Meeting her eyes, Deidra saw Tamara was wondering what this little girl was about to do to her. It wasn’t a challenge like when they were dancing, but that look still made Deidra want to show off, to surprise Tamara. That desire helped burn away the last of her nervousness and made her feel bold.

Deidra ran her hands up Tamara’s stockinged legs, thrilling to the whisper of the silky nylon under her fingertips. Deidra explored the woman’s supine body, running her hands over Tamara’s hips and stomach. The woman’s sighs encouraged her and Deidra cupped Tamara’s breasts, drawing a thick moan from the woman. As Deidra teased Tamara’s straining nipples through the sheer material of the bustier, Tamara arched her back off the bed, pushing her breasts into Deidra’s hands eagerly.

Smiling, Deidra could barely believe she was doing this, again. The twins had just sort of happened, but here she was, again, exploring another woman with her hands. More than that, she wanted to be here. That first glimpse of Tamara fresh out of the shower, the kiss leaning against the vanity, then the woman dancing in this sexy lingerie in the living room… Deidra would be lying if she said she didn’t find Tamara incredibly appealing and that she didn’t like the way the woman’s lovely body felt under her hands, now.

She thought Tamara was ready for more, so she ran her hands down the silky bustier and hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of the matching thong. Tamara lifted off the bed and Deidra slipped the underwear from her hips, down her long legs and off. She tossed them over her shoulder, making Tamara laugh.

Looking at Tamara’s pretty, smooth-shaven pussy, Deidra thought with amusement, Am I the only one with hair down there? I’m the thirteen-year-old, for God’s sake.

Deidra ran her hands down the insides of Tamara’s thighs, urging the woman to spread them wide open. Tamara propped up on her elbows to favor Deidra with a curious smile that seemed to ask, now what are you going to do?

Returning it with a smile of her own, Deidra kissed the smooth skin at the top of Tamara’s thigh where the stockings didn’t quite reach. Still smiling at Tamara, she ran her fingers over the hand over soft folds of her sex, massaging her labia with her fingers. Tamara bit her lip and sighed, her hips moving against Deidra’s hand. Looking at her hand between another woman’s thighs, Deidra wondered why it didn’t seem as taboo, this time. What did it say about her, that she was taking to pleasuring another woman so quickly?

Maybe I just like to swim,, Deidra thought, amused to use her aunt’s analogy, maybe I was a swimmer all along and just didn’t know it.

Something of her thoughts must have crossed her face because Tamara asked, “What are you thinking about?”

“Swimming,” Deidra said, laughing at the blank look Tamara gave her, “nothing important.”

Tamara wasn’t buying it, looked ready to ask for an explanation. Deidra lowered her mouth to the woman’s bud, tasting the salty sweat on her skin. She hoped to distract Tamara before she asked the questions she wasn’t sure she knew the answer to, yet. It seemed to work, the only thing coming out of Tamara’s mouth was little wordless sounds of enjoyment. Deidra rolled her eyes up and smiled when she saw Tamara’s eyes were closed as she lost herself in the lovely sensation Deidra was awakening in her.

“God, that feels so good,” Tamara moaned her head lulling loosely on the pillow. Her fingers dug into the sheets and her back arched as Deidra teased her bud with her tongue. The roll of her hips pushed her pussy against Deidra’s mouth eagerly. Deidra’s cheeks were wet from the woman’s writhings, but she was smiling. It was kind of exciting, knowing she was responsible for those growing cries of pleasure slipping from Tamara’s slack mouth, that the flick of her tongue was driving the woman’s body crazy. There was something undeniably sexy about making another person feel like that.

Remembering Kara’s and Kayla’s advice, Deidra listened to the sounds Tamara was making and found what the woman really wanted. Tamara’s cries of pleasure grew louder, more excited when Deidra slowed the flick of her tongue. Tamara wanted the pressure, not the speed and she went crazy when Deidra took her bud between her lips.

“Just like that,” Tamara said, in a breathy sigh, “just like that.”

With a curious sense of pride, Deidra kept it up with Tamara’s kind of slow. It didn’t take long for Tamara’s cries to change, a new urgency entering her voice. Deidra saw the tension start to gather in her abdomen and realized the woman was going to come. Her heart was racing as she fought to keep her mouth to Tamara’s writhing body. She wanted to finish what she had started, wanted to give Tamara that toe-curling explosion of pleasure that was gathering steam inside of her.

“God, you are going to make me co-OME!” Tamara said, that last word becoming a cry of ecstasy as she climaxed hard. Her whole body shook off the tension that had built up inside and she was left a panting, trembling puddle.

Deidra sat back on her haunches, smiling as Tamara tried to get her breathing under control. Seeing Deidra looking, Tamara laughed and said, “Jesus, Kiddo! What did you do to me?”

“What do you mean?” Deidra asked, her smile widening.

“Don’t give me that shit. You know what you did,” Tamara said, sighing contentedly, “God, I can’t feel my toes. Did the twins teach you that?”

“Mostly,” Deidra said, shrugging, “some of it I figured out on my own.”

“When you slowed down..” Tamara said, her eyes flashing at Deidra, “you had me so hot… but you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Deidra said, grinning.

“Show off,” Tamara said, smiling back at Deidra.

“Show off?” Deidra parroted, laughing.

“Two days a lesbian and already you could teach some of the women I’ve been with a thing or two,” Tamara said. Deidra kissed Tamara. The compliment pleased her more than she expected and she couldn’t stop smiling when she broke the kiss.

Tamara met her eyes, asked, “Is it okay that I called you that?”

“A lesbian?” Deidra asked, shrugging, “I- I’m still trying to figure that one out.”

With a sexy smile that made Deidra’s heart forget to beat for a few seconds, Tamara said, “Maybe I can help you make up your mind.

“You mean, make a persuasive argument? Provide me with some literature to read?” Deidra teased, making the woman laugh.

“I’ve got something better,” Tamara said, kissing Deidra deeply.

“Pie charts? A Powerpoint presentation?” Deidra asked.

“Smart ass,” Tamara said, smiling. She put her hands on Deidra’s shoulders and pushed, toppling her onto her back.

Deidra thought Tamara was going to reciprocate what she had done to the woman, but she was wrong. Tamara got to her knees, straddling one of Deidra’s thighs. Wondering what Tamara had in mind, Deidra propped up on her elbows to watch with interest. Tamara wetted her fingers with saliva and Deidra thought the woman was just going to use her fingers instead to return the favor, but she was wrong, again. She really had no idea what Tamara intended to do to her, which was why she blinked in surprise as Tamara lowered her body onto hers. Their bodies nested together intimately, fitting together like puzzle pieces. It wasn’t until the first roll of Tamara’s hips that Deidra understood what was happening to her.

Slowly rolling her hips back and forth, Tamara ground her body against Deidra’s. The friction was lovely, brought a moan to Deidra’s lips. Tamara smiled down at her as it slipped free, followed closely behind by another. The woman leaned in and gave Deidra a heated kiss.

“Did the twins teach you how to do this?” Tamara asked.

“No,” Deidra said, then started laughing, “Aunt Debbie interrupted us before it got this far.”

“Then I get the honor of introducing you to tribbing,” Tamara said, smiling at Deidra.

“Is that what this is called?” Deidra asked.

“Among other things,” Tamara said, laughing, “scissoring, grinding… bumping uglies. The name isn’t important.”

“Okay,” Deidra said, laughing, “Bumping uglies, though?”

“Not the most flattering name for it,” Tamara said, laughing as she leaned in to kiss Deidra, “especially with a pretty pussy like yours.”

Blushing, Deidra said, “Um, thanks.”

Tamara lifted Deidra’s leg until Deidra’s ankle rested on Tamara’s shoulder. This changed the angle of Deidra’s pelvis, and their bodies fit together even tighter. With her hands on Deidra’s thigh, Tamara was able to really grind against Deidra. The friction and pressure on her bud felt amazing, sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. She found if she pushed her hips up to meet Tamara, it felt all that much more intense. With some practice, they found a rhythm that worked for both of them and the flex of their bodies lifted the other higher and higher. Tamara leaned forward, pushing Deidra’s leg back until it was by her ear. Tamara kissed Deidra deeply as she ground against Deidra harder, the roll of her hips coming faster. Deidra kissed her back as best she could, moaning into the woman’s mouth.

The frantic pace of their coupling was too much for Deidra, and she felt herself starting to come. Her fingers dug into the sheets as tension tightened her abdomen, and her cries of ecstasy grew louder. Tamara smiled down at her, her arms tightening around Deidra’s leg as she focused on finishing Deidra off. Deidra reached her limit, then she was in the Pause. For a tick of the clock- maybe two- everything seemed to stop for Deidra, then her body exploded with pleasure. Tamara slowed but didn’t stop and her body rubbing against Deidra’s very sensitive bud made her hips jerk like she was being shocked. The sensation faded but didn’t go away altogether. Tamara didn’t let her recover from her orgasm, her pace picking back up. Deidra held on for dear life, her nerve ending screaming. A second orgasm shook her, and she cried out in surprise as it had its way with her.

This time, Tamara stopped, sat very still atop Deidra and let her get herself under control. Gasping for air, Deidra gave the woman a dazed smile, said, “I- I’ve never come like that… Back to back… Intense.”

Tamara leaned in and kissed deeply, then got off of her. Stretching out on her back, she urged Deidra to move atop her. Deidra started to mimic what Tamara had done, to straddle one of the woman’s hips but Tamara shook her head. She wrapped her long legs around Deidra’s waist, crossing her ankles behind her. Trapped between the woman’s legs, Deidra looked at her expectantly. Tamara only smiled and rubbed her body against Deidra’s. Her eyes widening, Deidra realized they could do it like this, too. She tried pushing her hips forward, moaning as their bodies ground together. Widening her stance some, Deidra dug her knees into the mattress, the added traction letting her really give it to Tamara.

“I knew you had good instincts,” Tamara said, kissing Deidra.

“Instincts?” Deidra asked.

“I didn’t have to tell you how to do this,” Tamara said, smiling at Deidra, “haven’t really had to teach you anything. You’ve just figured it out on your own.”

“I’m a natural, I guess,” Deidra said, around a moan.

“More like a prodigy,” Tamara said, kissing her. Her hand slipped around the back of Deidra’s head and into her hair, not letting her pull away. The kiss lingered, punctuated by moans and sighs as their bodies continued to rub together.

Deidra slipped the shoulder strap of Tamara’s bustier from her shoulder, pulled it down to reveal one of the woman’s small, proud breasts. Deidra trapped the straining nipple between her lips, gently sucking on it. Tamara’s back arched, pressing her breast against Deidra’s mouth eagerly. Deidra teased the nipple until Tamara couldn’t take anymore, then pulled the other shoulder strap down to torture her other nipple.

Tamara’s little wordless cries grew urgent, her orgasm brought on by the attention of Deidra’s mouth on her breasts. Her limpid eyes were wide as she met Deidra’s as she started to come. She held Deidra’s gaze, didn’t let her look away as the roll of Deidra’s hips pushed her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. It was very intimate, and Deidra shared in the woman’s ecstasy as she came undone. The climax shook the woman. Smiling, Deidra didn’t stop, kept grinding her body against Tamara’s. Tamara’s fingers dug into Deidra’s back as she started to come, again. Deidra hissed in pain, but her hips never stopped moving. Tamara cried out with a second orgasm.

Careful not to move, Deidra smiled at Tamara, gave her a tender kiss.

Laughing, Tamara said, “You know, this hasn’t been anything like I expected.”

“It hasn’t?” Deidra asked.

“No,” Tamara said, kissing her, “you are amazing. I thought we’d kiss a little bit, maybe fool around some but this… Amazing.”

“I don’t understand,” Deidra said, frowning.

“I thought you were young and inexperienced… I never expected to come like this,” Tamara said, smiling at Deidra, “you are better than you have any right to be, young lady.”

“Okay,” Deidra said, laughing. The compliment left her smiling.

“And I should be ashamed of finding that incredibly sexy,” Tamara said, favoring Deidra with a mischievous smile.

“You do?” Deidra said, her heart beating faster.

“Love, you have no idea,” Tamara said, kissing her, “you are going to be trouble for the women at this party.”

10 Responses to The Long Weekend, Part Three

  1. Andrew Mason says:

    Another stunning chapter. I wonder how long this day will take to write, with 9 keys yet to win and 1 to give, this could go on for quite a few more chapters.

  2. Quinlan says:

    Twelve more keys? Deidra really is in for a looooong weekend. Debbie better have more Aleave ready.

  3. ebo says:

    Yeah, there is a lot more to this story. Much more kinky fun for all. And Quinlan, it could be worse- just ask Aunt Debbie.

  4. Lex Cortland says:

    I hate to say this, but something here has put me off. That conversation with Karen was pretty rapey. She basically says that Deidra has no choice in whether to join. Her clothes are simply stolen and she’s told she has to perform sexual favors to get them back, with no regard for whether she’s down for that. She is, obviously, but that’s beside the point.

    And that, “She knows about the Society and only one of the Society can know about it.” It has an undertone, because it’s spoken as an absolute. Logically, there are only two ways to uphold that rule; initiate her into the Society or kill her. It holds an implied threat if Deidra refuses to participate.

    The sex is hot, but that scene was disturbing.

  5. ebo says:

    Lex, stay with me for one more chapter. A couple of things will be adressed in the next part that should put your mind at ease.

  6. catman2k says:

    God I love this one, but isn’t she going to be sore if she has to be with 12 women in less then 2 days left??

  7. ebo says:

    It’s only Friday. She has three days. I guess that’s not a lot better in the scheme of things…

  8. Fur says:

    Like Lex I felt like she was forced into the event without being given any other option. I love your work Ebo but this screams rape to me even though she probably enjoyed it and had fun. I honestly don’t know as I quit reading at that point.

  9. Alice Gee says:

    Well, I enjoyed it. A little contrived but it is after all a work of fiction, I assume. If not where do I sign up. I did not pick up on the forced aspect of Deidra’s initiation, at no time did I think she would be wearing concrete overshoes if she balked at the idea of joining the society. OK, the head honcho Karen did say that she had to join but I felt that Deidra was a very willing new recruit. I look forward to what awaits Deidra as she continues her journey through her ‘Long Weekend’.

  10. Surf says:

    I think it is an amazing story! Cannot wait to see where it goes.

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