Changing sides

Josie sighed. She hadn’t intended to tell Ava but there was no going back now. She might as well know the whole truth.

“Yes, I’m married. To Ben, who you met tonight. My parents were, are, very rich. But they’re also very strict. Ben and I got married in a high society wedding in Monaco, believe it or not.”

“This is all getting a bit weird, Josie. But if you’re married to Ben, how come you go to The Den? What’s that all about then?”

“For someone who’s in finance and supposed to be sharp, you’re saying you haven’t worked it out yet, Ava?”

Ava looked at Josie. She could only see angst and pain. Nothing that suggested a happily married woman, who was loaded to boot.

“What, you have an arrangement, then? A flexible marriage?”

“Oh, for god’s sake Ava, I’m a lesbian! Sorry, that was unfair.”

“Www.. what?” Ava stuttered, taken aback.

Sometimes she realised she was pretty slow on the uptake. Ava cursed herself as a clutz. How could she not have read the emotional signals?

“I meet other women at The Den. Very discretely of course.”

“But you and Ben were together, behind the curtain.”

“It looked that way but, no, we weren’t. We were with other people. I set up The Den with some of my parent’s allowance and Ben and I employ all of the staff and organise events each month.”

“Organising a whole barn party just so you can meet women? That’s weird. Can’t you just tell your parents that you’re gay?”

“Sadly, no. My parents are strictly religious, an old offshoot of the Catholic Church that prohibits sex before marriage. It definitely prohibits the sort of relationships I know that I like, with women.”

“But why not be honest with them? Nobody really cares who you’re with in a modern world.”

“You don’t know them, especially my dad. He would cut the money off in an instant, if he suspected. They’re very traditional.”

“So, what about Ben? What does he do then?”

“Whatever he wants. My parents pay us a healthy monthly allowance from my trust fund and he’s free to do what he likes.”

“Wow, just wow. Josie. You’re a real dark horse and no mistake.”

“Look Ava, no-one here knows about Ben and me being married, except a few close friends, so I hope you’ll keep it that way?”

“Sure, you shouldn’t need to ask. But I understand why you did.”

“It’s not exactly been easy for me. Denying who I am every day.”

“Wow, but have you never had a long-term partner?”

Josie’s body stiffened. She looked away from Ava at the wall, a small tear beginning to roll down her cheek. She rushed out.

Ava sat, trying to work out whether to go after Josie. In the end she decided her friendship counted more than her pride.

Ava hurried after her, “Hey Josie. I’m really sorry, OK?”

She found her in the kitchen, bent over the centre aisle, sobbing.

“Come on. What’s this all about, Josie? What did I say?”

Josie let Ava put her arm around her shoulders and, after a minute or two, laid her head between Ava’s breasts, still crying.

“It’s not your fault. You weren’t to know. It’s about Lauren.”

“Who’s Lauren? Was she someone you had a relationship with?”

“Much more than that. She was the one, Ava. And I killed her.”

“What! What do you mean, Josie? How can that be?”

Ava found a tissue and wiped some of the tears from Josie’s face.

“We’d been going out for ages and were partying up the coast. This out of the way bistro where no-one knew us. I was on a real high, but I was stupid. I drove rather than getting a cab. We were celebrating a year together and I had three cocktails. I felt fine on the way back but, after a tight bend, I met a truck coming over a bridge. I rolled the car. Lauren wasn’t wearing a seat belt.”

“Was she badly hurt?”

“She was killed in the impact. They said she had no chance.”

She broke down in tears again, her head nestled into Ava’s chest, Josie holding Ava tightly as she let the emotion of the loss take over.

“What happened?”

“I called for an ambulance and sat with Lauren for an hour. She died in my arms, before the police and ambulance got there. I got cautioned but my parents paid for top lawyers and they got me off with a big fine. Dad never suspected anything else was going on.”

“Hey Josie. I’m really sorry. I had no idea. That’s devastating.”

Josie snuffled, lines of dark mascara streaming down, looking up at Ava. She stroked Ava’s cheek, then lifted her head and kissed her on the lips, gently at first and them with more passion and abandon. Ava responded, remembering the wonderful kiss from Josie in the bedroom earlier in the evening. So that was what this was all about.

“You weren’t to know. The one thing I’ve never forgotten from Sandy is she said to never worry about who you love. I guess she was my first love too, and you’re the first since...” Josie trailed off.

Ava kissed Josie back, relishing the softness of her lips and the light touches of Josie’s fingers as she caressed Ava’s face tenderly.

“First since what, Josie?” Ava had to know.

“You want me to say it?”

“Please.”

“You’re the first woman I’ve really fancied since Lauren.”

It was out there. Josie was such an amazing person and trusted her too. Her heart skipped a beat and Ava felt a surge of emotion. But it would be unfair to Josie not to set the record straight.

“Josie, you know I’m into men? I’ve never been with a woman.”

Josie looked crestfallen. “I know. Sorry for burdening you with all this. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything to you at all.”

“Look, I’m glad you did. It’s all part of you, Josie. Part of your honesty and directness with people. It’s very refreshing but it’s going to take me a bit of time to take all of this in, OK?”

Josie looked into Ava’s deep green eyes. She made a decision.

“Can I try and persuade you? Would you allow that, please?”

Ava could hardly say no, as Josie led her by the hand into the bedroom. She pushed Ava gently onto her large queen sized bed where, six hours earlier, Josie had made her strip and dressed her.

“Just lie there and watch, Ava. Let me show you what I mean.”

Ava pulled a couple of pillows from the end of the bed and propped herself up. She lay back, intrigued by what might happen.

Josie began a slow dance, writhing her hips from side to side as she hummed a tune to herself. She closed her eyes and flung her head back, her blonde hair taking on a life of its own as it cascaded about her lithe shoulders, her body writhing to unheard music.

Ava couldn’t help but watch Josie. She was mesmerising.

Josie put her hands on her thighs and started to thrust her hips forward in time with the silent, seductive song that was controlling her movements. With each flick of her fecund hips, her ample breasts swung sideways and up, like a pirate ship at the fair.

Ava was transfixed. Never had she seen a woman look so sexy.

Josie swung her body round, moving like a mix between a rodeo star and an unbroken wild mare. Her hand snaked behind her neck and took hold of the zipper at the top of her rhinestone encrusted white dress. Ava watched as, her hips swaying provocatively, Josie began to pull down the dress zip, very slowly and alluringly.

Ava’s mouth dropped open. What was on display in front of her was raw sex. She didn’t know when it had started but Ava realised that she was getting damp between her legs. She found herself experiencing a full body blush from her neck down to her ankles.

As Josie opened her eyes briefly, she saw Ava’s legs going pink. She just smiled and danced on, syncopating to the music in her head.

Josie swung round to face Ava. She tilted slowly forward and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. In one swift movement her hands slid down her sides, cascading the designer dress to the floor. Ava gasped in appreciation. Leaning forward, Josie undid the clasp on her bra, releasing her massive globes, letting them swing free as she tossed the bra provokingly into Ava’s lap.

In front of her, Josie’s pussy was on display, wet, dark and moist. As she moved bewitchingly towards her, Ava lost herself in the heady aroma and musky perfume exuding from Josie.

Ava couldn’t help herself. Her hand slid under her orange skirt. She pushed her panties to one side, starting to finger herself.

Keeping her eyes locked on Ava, Josie dropped to her knees on the rug, her breasts dangling below her like a pair of rounded stalactite offerings. She moved stealthily towards Ava on her hands and knees, her hips swinging and breasts swaying gently from side to side. Ava could swear she could almost hear Josie growling.

As she reached the edge of the bed, where Ava’s feet were dangling, she raised herself up, grabbing handfuls of the bedcovers in each hand and crawling forward onto the bed slowly and seductively. Ava slowly pulled out her fingers from her pussy, leaning back on her elbows, waiting to see what would happen.

Josie pushed her muscular body forward, in between Ava’s legs. She stopped, looking up at Ava. Pleading with her for permission.

Ava nodded. Josie slid her hands up Ava’s throbbing thighs and lifted her orange skirt up around her waist. Ava’s purple panties betrayed her arousal, the fabric darker in the centre, soaked in her juices, splayed to one side where Ava had been pleasuring herself. 

Josie stared at the leather belt marks across Ava’s thighs, looking at her in a mix of interest and wonder at Ava’s sexual cravings.

“Lift your hips, Ava.”

These were the first words Josie had spoken in over ten minutes. Ava obliged, letting Josie tuck her fingers into the top of Ava’s panties and then pull them down her long, toned legs.

Josie slipped the panties over her feet, passing the scrap of fabric under her nose to sniff their intoxicating scent. Ava gulped.

Josie knelt on the edge of the bed and started to gently kiss and lick each of Ava’s red belt welts, silently. She ran soft fingers over Ava’s inner thighs and she gasped as Josie’s finger dipped forward to touch her labia. Ava watched Josie’s face as she dipped a digit inside her fleshy folds, slowly extracting it and delicately placing it between her luscious ruby red lips. Josie closed her eyes and smiled, tasting and savouring Ava’s fragrant pussy production plant.

“Are you sure about wanting this, Ava?” Josie muttered huskily.

Afraid to speak, Ava nodded briefly. Then, like a wolf with prey, Josie leant in and slid her long tongue into Ava’s depths.

Ava felt a bolt of lightning shoot through her body. She held onto Josie’s head, trying and slow her down as she slurped and slathered at Ava’s pussy as if it was her last meal. Ava moaned loudly.

“Oh, God, Josie. That’s amazing. What are you doing to me?”

Josie slid further forward, making Ava jump as she started to nibble lightly at her rosy red clitoris. Taking care to avoid the strap marks around her pussy, Josie kept on stabbing, biting and licking at the erect bud, sliding her finger gently back and forth inside Ava’s love tunnel.

“Given what I’m looking at, you like to be dominated. Be quiet.”

She took her finger out, licking it carefully, watching Ava’s expression as she removed all of her pussy juices delicately from her finger. Then she cupped three fingers together, pushing them into Ava’s pussy and sliding them over her front vaginal wall and G spot.

Ava grabbed Josie’s blonde locks even tighter, getting close.

As she started to massage Ava’s vagina hard and fast, Josie slid her other hand up Ava’s body, grasping and teasing a nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Then she slapped Ava’s breast.

Ava’s whole body tingled and writhed, her hips rearing up off the bed, trying to throw Josie off. Trying to stop the overwhelming sensations being driven down her body and into her willing cunt.

“I can’t take any more, I’m going to come, now, Josie!”

Only after Ava’s legs had stopped shaking, her hips slowed from their bucking and her hands released their tight fistful of bedsheets did Josie pause in her tormenting of Ava’s pussy folds.

Ava lay back, spent. She exhaled as if it were her last breath.

Josie let her lay there in peace, relishing the sensations she had made course through and take over Ava’s body, then slowly subside.

Josie washed, then tucked a sleeping Ava into her bed, laying down beside her on top of the covers. It had been an eventful day.

Ava woke to the rays of the sun streaming in through her bedroom window. At first, she couldn’t work out how she’d got there, then she winced, feeling one of the belt marks as she turned over to look at the clock. It was nine and the weekend beckoned.

She staggered out of bed and had a rapid shower, tutting at herself for her willingness to let her body be beaten so mercilessly. She thought back to the experience of The Den. Then she suddenly remembered what had happened afterwards. Josie!

The barn party sexcapades had been mind blowing but Josie, and what she had then done to her in the bedroom, even more so. But Josie’s Jeep had gone. As Ava made breakfast, she drove herself mad trying to work out what to say to her about the previous night. More importantly, what did she really want now from Josie?

Ava’s first lesbian experience had been entirely unlike any other feeling she’d had before. Did that make her bisexual if she’d enjoyed it that much, or was she simply a pleasure seeker, regardless? How far did these emotions go? What did Josie want from her now too?

It was ten by the time Ava plucked up the courage to ring Josie and was surprised when she seemed her usual bubbly, fun self.

“Hey Josie, I just wanted to say what a fabulous time I had last night.” Ava bit her hand and added, “In every way.”

“No worries, girl. That’s what true friends are for. I hope I didn’t say or do too much last night? I didn’t want to scare you.”

There it was, Josie as confident and direct as ever. But Ava also remembered the other Josie, the one who had cried over Lauren.

“That wouldn’t be possible. I do want to thank you, though.”

A lighter note of hope entered Josie’s voice. “In what way?”

“I thought you ought to know what we did was the first real action my bed has seen since I bought it. I’m glad it was you, Josie.”

Josie laughed, but with a hint of tension still in her voice.

“Thanks, Ava, I’ll see you soon. Gotta run.” And Josie was gone.

Ava didn’t see Josie for a week and then, suddenly, she appeared at an evening finance function that Ava had organised with the personal banking department. It turned out Josie knew all of the big players in town, given her known wealth and religious background.

Josie looked stunning in a designer charcoal dress suit, and she took no time in heading over, after Ava had introduced the event to the assembled rich guests at the local town hall the bank had hired.

“Hey stranger, fancy seeing you here. Long time, no see.”

Ava smiled, “Well, I’m guessing this isn’t exactly a coincidence?”

“Well, some may say that, but I couldn’t possibly comment.”

Josie swanned off, diving into the small social groups wandering the room, reviewing the bank’s financial portfolio with interest.

Ava had been nervous about their first meeting after The Den, but she needn’t have worried. Josie was in sparkling form, and it wasn’t long before new clients were coming to Ava at the bank’s account sign-up desk. They had been told glowing things about her.

Towards the end of the evening, as the guests began to disperse, Ava totted up the new account potential. Eight, that was amazing. She knew this could well boost her early career at the bank, and guessed much of this potential success was down to Josie.

As they were packing up the stand Josie reappeared, leaning casually on the desk as Ava filled the exhibition box with the kit.

“I’ve been watching you. You’re pretty smart with customers.”

“Oh my, I bet you say that to all the girls, Josie.”

Josie smirked, “Well, only to this girl. You up for a drink?”

Ava left the final tidy up to her assistant and they headed to a nearby bar that had round booths where they could talk in comfort.

As Josie supped her Martini, Ava leant over, touching her hand.

“Thanks for putting those new clients my way today, Josie.”

“My pleasure. Stick with me and I’ll sort you out in this town. I know pretty well everyone here.”

Josie chinked glasses with Ava, but still had a solemn expression.

“Ava, are we all good? It’s been driving me mad all week. You must have a lot of questions after last Friday.”

“How do you mean?”

“First off, I really appreciate you keeping schtum too about me not being what God intended for his creation, and being married.”

“That’s your business, Josie, but I have to say it’s all a bit weird.”

“We make it work, Ben and me. We’ve always got on and we have our own houses, our own lives and our own friends. Actually The Den was Ben’s idea, to help us both get what we need sexually.”

“Really? How does it work, then?”

“Well, it’s like any business. We set up a company, then find the venues, source the caterers and staff and bands etc. It’s no different than having a band night in a rural location, except more discrete.”

“So how do people know when The Den is happening?”

“We have a secure mobile app that lets everyone know. One way communication with a date, time and price. They book online.”

“So do you accept anyone then, at The Den?”

“Sure, if they can afford it, they can come. It’s no secret that the price of a ticket tends to self-select who goes along. We also recruit local escorts too, both men and women, to lower the age range.”

“What happens if you’ve got a bully or a sadist there?”

“That’s what the men in black are there for. Anyone get’s a bit out of line and they step in and make sure couples know the rules. By that I mean treating each other with resect, within the bounds of what they’re each seeking sexually, of course.”

“What happens if something goes wrong, or there’s a fight?”

“Some suspect we record the events in case of an incident, and they’re right. We delete the recordings after a year and we’ve never had to use them. People behave, so it seems to work for everyone.”

“Aren’t you worried about someone letting the secret out?”

“Not really. Everyone who comes there is after sex, so they have too much to lose in letting other people know that they go there. That’s why we insist on the masks. I think that’s also partly why some of them come along too, just on the off chance a neighbour or someone from work they really fancy gets paired with them.”

“Isn’t that a risk though, if they both know each other?”

“I’m sure people sometimes know who the others there are, and who they’ve been with too. It’s bound to have happened and that’s part of the fun and intrigue. But they seem to keep quiet about it.”

“What if they’re married or a couple? How does that work?”

“We allow anyone in, whatever their status. We even had a couple who didn’t tell each other about it and booked into The Den separately. They ended up being partnered together as they wanted a three-way. It was with Ben, so that’s how I found out. Turns out the woman knew straight away from the mole on her partner’s thigh but carried on. We’ve seen them both at every Den since. I guess it keeps their marriage interesting and exciting. Who knows?”

“I suppose it takes all sorts. But what about good sexual health, though? My guy didn’t wear any protection at all last week.”

“Ava, come on. I’d vetted him specially. He gets tested regularly.”

“What?! That means the ticket number selection is rigged?”

“For you, yes. I wanted to make sure you got what you wanted.”

“But how did you know? I only filled in the form that night.”

“Believe me, a girl knows. It’s in your DNA, Ava. The way you are.”

Ava looked shocked. Were her sexual desires that transparent?

Josie waved at the bartender, who brought them over another round. She put her hand over Ava’s again, her lip quivering slightly.

“Ava, I have to ask you something.”

“Sure, anything,” Ava said, sipping her strong margarita.

“I know I came on a bit strong last Friday, in your bedroom.”

“Josie, you’re my best friend. It might surprise you to know that I’ve been beating myself up all week about that too.”

“What did you think about what we did, then? What was it like?”

“Indescribably good, Josie. There’s nothing I can compare it to.”

She’d made a light joke of it. The grip on Ava’s hand tightened.

“Seriously, you’re not just saying that?”

“Josie, I really loved it. The perfect end to a wild evening I’m not going to forget in a hurry. You had me good and proper.”

Ava grinned at her, stroking Josie’s long locks.

“Indeed, what’s a little lingus, after drinks, between friends?”

Josie laughed, dramatically relieved, but her eyes still darted from side to side. She twirled a finger in her blonde hair anxiously, waiting to see if it was the right moment to ask her final questions.

“Can I ask you something else, Ava?”

“Ah ha. Come on. What’s really on your mind, Josie?”

“Would… would you like to go out with me sometime? Call it a date, if you like. I promise I won’t be offended if you say no.”

“What, you mean a real date? With clothes and everything?”

“Yes, you were a little underdressed last time I saw you.”

Ava smiled in response, “I guess it’s just a matter of taste...”

Josie laughed, but she still hadn’t got a straight answer from Ava.

“Well, would you? I mean, just the two of us? Somewhere safe?”

She grabbed Ava’s hand again, desperate for a straight answer.

Ava looked at Josie, this wonderful vibrant blonde bombshell.

“That’s easy. The answer is yes.”

Josie looked relieved. She squeezed Ava’s hand, staring into her emerald green eyes, ready to ask the most difficult question.

“And, well, after the date. Would you go to bed with me again?”

Ava realised, with a start, that there was no debate in her mind.

“Yes, I’d like to. But this is all new to me. I need a little education on how to make the sex work best with two women in bed.”

“You got it. It would be my pleasure. I can teach you everything.”

Ava pretended to be shocked, then headed off for a comfort break, ordering another round at the bar. When she got back, Josie looked a different person. Lighter, happier, charged with jest.

“I’m so glad, Ava. Glad we’re still friends, and maybe more?”

Ava tensed. She had to say it. It was now or never.

“Someone once told me never to worry about who you love.”

Josie paused, unsure how to respond. This was a shock, but in her heart she suddenly knew what she wanted at this moment.

“Ava, is it wrong to say I say I think I’m falling in love with you?”

“No, nothing’s ever wrong about anyone’s true feelings, Josie.”

“Do you mean that, Ava? Really?”

Ava surprised herself. “Yes. I’d like us to be together, Josie.”

And they both knew things were going to be fine between them.

“Look, Ava. Since this appears to be an evening of revelations, I’ve got to confess something else to you. I’ve fancied you and wanted to go down on you ever since I clapped eyes on you.”

“Really? When was that? Where did you see me?”

“I’m guessing it was your first day in town. I was over the road at the coffee shop. I saw you drive onto the kerb in that beat-up rental. You headed straight into the clothes mart and then  left it, ten minutes later, dragging a massive case. But when you came out you were in a crisp, tight white T that showed off your fabulous breasts and you were wearing the butt tightest denim jeans I’d ever seen.”

Ava grinned, she’d never thought of herself as a female sex idol.

“That outfit nearly made me spill my latte. I was intrigued, as it looked like you’d been on a bender that lasted a week. You’d gone in wearing what I can only describe as party reject chic.”

Josie saw Ava’s face cloud as she remembered the wedding.

“Not a good day for me. That was the remains of my wedding dress. I’d just jilted my fiancé at the altar and spent the previous 24 hours on the road, trying to put as much distance from him and what he thought of me, and the shame I brought on his family.”

“Wow! Well, I have to say you don’t look the marrying type. Not based on what I’ve seen and heard you say since, that’s for sure.”

“Ha, ha. Actually, I’d been doing really well in finance in the city, so leaving Lorenzo meant I had to start from scratch. I didn’t want to go for another city job either, just in case I met one of his friends.”

“That was your man, Lorenzo? Had you known each other long?”

“Over four years. We’d had fun and he taught me a hell of a lot, but everything got too serious. I’ll tell you about it another time.”

And maybe that was it. Was this why she had eventually accepted Lorenzo’s invitation to meet, after all this time? Was it remembering that first time at The Den with Josie and then telling her all about Lorenzo a week later, that had brought it all back?

That had been a year ago now and she and Josie had become lovers, soon after that night in the bar.

Ava paused in her reverie, wondering whether the two events were connected in why she was now here, in Lorenzo’s city office.

Was this about her first love, Lorenzo, or her second, Josie?