It was Memorial Day weekend, and hot and sunny as it should be by the end of May. Thank God my apartment pool had finally opened for the season. Summer is the season for romance and fantasies, at least when Spring didn't come through. I didn't have a date or girlfriend while my bestie and her family had holiday plans. None of that really mattered. I wanted to swim for the first time in nine long months.
My name is Donna, I had a new bikini, with rainbow stripes, which I hoped would advertise my gayness. I modeled it in front of the mirror and checked myself out. I had shoulder-length mahogany brown hair, which was too straight to be interesting and I was of average height at best. But I did turn selective heads. My ass was a touch bigger than it had been in college but as I inspected myself I decided that if I met a girl with an ass like mine I'd happily spend the entire afternoon with my tongue in her crack. I felt sexy, so I grabbed my sunscreen, a small thermos of margaritas and a plastic glass, my towel, and my chaise lounge, pulled on my bathrobe and sandals to sashay my way over to the pool.
Pool season really didn't change much from summer to summer. Our complex usually hired college kids as lifeguards. If they hired a guy, he usually ogled me and would hit on me eventually and unsuccessfully. If they hired a girl, being a college girl, she was usually cute enough to justify an elaborate if hopeless fantasy about converting her to the Sapphic side. I had lived in this complex since my divorce and needed some fantasy life to compensate for my currently empty bed. This year's lifeguard was named Hannah, she wore a blue one-piece very well. I had dark sunglasses so she needn't ever know the elaborate plotlines I was inventing for her.
It was home. I liked the complex, its location, the pool, and my generally pleasant neighbors, I set up my chaise lounge next to a small table, and peeled off my outerwear, to stand before everyone in this year's bikini. Sadly, I didn't draw any looks except a few teenage boys and a couple of middle-aged men. No matter, I was about to swim! I went to the edge and did a racing dive in then flipped over to backstroke from one end of the pool to the next. The water was cold, but it always was in early summer and I soon grew accustomed to the temp. I swam laps, which is very easy in a small, nearly empty apartment pool. Lapping showed my legs and the swimming form that I'd earned on the swim team.
I wanted to show lifeguard Hannah she wouldn't have to guard me much. I swam laps for about a half hour, then noodled around underwater, then over to the ladder to rise from the pool, water dripping from my bikini like I'd risen from a half-shell. I grabbed my towel and turned around to see if I could catch anyone ogling. A middle-aged man definitely had his eyes on my ass, but lifeguard Hannah remained lost in her crossword puzzle. I consoled myself that I'd have all summer to tempt her. I sat down and poured myself a pre-mixed margarita. Once dry I began to apply industrial-strength sunscreen to my fair skin as a way of avoiding terminal sunburn, which would put an end to my pleasant summer fantasies. When I looked up Hannah was standing over me. I smiled at her invitingly.
“No diving,” she replied. “I saw that you know how to do a racing dive properly, and I won't say a thing if we're alone, but I do not want someone without actual competition instruction trying to imitate you and smacking their head on the bottom.”
“Gotcha,” I said, a bit disappointed she was so officious, though technically correct.
“Good,” she said. “I hope they have some cute guys here.”
“I wouldn't know,” I told her. “I'm not at all into guys,” I said with a smile, hoping this was an opening.
“Oh,” she said and quickly retreated to her lifeguard chair without a single added wiggle. I knew then I'd be restricted to ogling only, and a door slammed that hard precluded fantasies as well. I sipped my margarita, without mentioning what it was, and took another swim an hour later, this time slipping leg first into the pool, then back out for time with a cheesy novel and ogling Hannah and a bespectacled young mother from behind my sunglasses. People came, people went. I was about to call it a day when a woman entered the pool area. The exact sort of woman I'd hoped to meet.
Her hair was dark and very short, buzzed in the back like a man but her body was all female. She was tall, broad-shouldered, buxom, and very firm in a way that told me she worked out. She wore her one-piece well, and her full breasts bounced alluringly as she walked. She had rings in her pierced ears and I noted a pierced tongue. She had many tattoos, varied and colorful. But the one that delighted me most was the two linked female glyphs on the small of her back. I'd been in this complex for five years now, and never once had a truly butch lesbian entered my vision Now there was one, and she was cute to boot! I watched her look for a spot and I patted the open one next to me. She smiled at me and set out her lawn chair.
“I'm Corrine,” she said. Her voice was deep but feminine, rich like an actress and she offered me her hand to shake in a manly way. I took it gently and let my fingers stroke her wrist, and prayed she didn't have a girlfriend.
“I'm Donna,” I said. “I'm in 3131 by the North parking lot,” I said, quite deliberately telling her my apartment number. “I've never seen you here before.”
“I just moved in,” she said, pointing at the 4300 building. “I watched you swim earlier. You swim like a fish.”
“I was on my high school swim team,” I told her. “Also a lifeguard in college, like Hopelessly Heterosexual Hannah over there. I let my certification expire now that I have a real job.”
She chuckled and glanced Hannah's way, who was ignoring us. “Are you telling me you're gay?”
“Completely and delightedly so,” I told her. “Please tell me you don't have a girlfriend.”
“No one serious,” she said. And I noticed little rings bulging her top. Apparently, Corrine also had pierced nipples. I wondered where else she might be pierced. I really, really wanted to know.
“As it happens, I'm quite unattached,” I told her, subtly advertising my availability.
“Sounds like you're hoping for a hook-up, little femme,” she told me.
“Let's see what happens,” I said.
“That sounds like an almost male attitude, though I can see nothing male about you.”
“I should hope not,” I said, wiggling my hips a bit.
She laughed and got out her sunscreen, it was less serious than mine, but there was an olive cast to her skin that told me she might be a lot less vulnerable to ultraviolet than I was. She began to spread it across herself and I enjoyed watching her and fantasized about lotioning her myself. I didn't bother to hide it either, even if that might be a bit much. I wanted her to have no doubts about my interest, and she smiled back at me showing me she enjoyed touching herself for me, and very carefully before rolling over on her belly. “Get my back?”
“Of course,” I said, delighted to be invited to touch this Goddess, and smeared it on my hands and took my time rubbing it into her back, in fact, I tried to turn it into a mini-massage.
She laughed as I set it aside. “How long since you've been with someone?”
“Too long. Not since my girlfriend got transferred to Atlanta last year,” I said. “We still talk, but Atlanta is a bit far. What do you do for a living?”
“Industrial sales,” she said. “I'm a widget salesman. If you need a widget, I have it. My work takes me all over the eastern half of the country. So I spend a lot of time on the road.”
“And what does a gay woman on the road do for companionship?” I asked. “Especially now that lesbian bars are a threatened species?”
“I have a couple of apps, and I chat. But mostly it's all business. On the road your days are long, and most nights you just don't feel like going any farther than the hotel bar. You're right, lesbian bars are few and far between, but by the time my day is done so am I. My non-serious girlfriend lives in New Jersey, so when I get there I try to stay an extra day.”
“That has to suck,” I say. “At least Abi was local when I was with her. It sucked when we broke up, but I think we both knew it wasn't forever.”
“You ever tried forever?”
“Yes, with a man,” I told her.
“How could you do that?”
“Because I was in love with him at the time. It turned out I'd read too many bridal magazines. Honestly, right now I don't know why I did it. Thank Heaven we never had children together, or I'd still be bound to him.”
“He must have been an asshole.”
“He was, and he wasn't. I'm not innocent. I wasn't satisfied. It was just that simple. After Tom, I said goodbye to men and have no plans to go back.”
“Good,” she said. We yakked for a while and I shared my margaritas. And then she excused herself, saying she had a dinner reservation. I left as well, not wanting to test my sunscreen too severely. I went back to my apartment, showered, and got cleaned up, feeling a little tingly that our first meeting had gone so well. I loaded her number into my phone and sent her a test text, to which I got an enthusiastic reply. We were hooked up! I nuked dinner then got ready to go out and dance at a gay-friendly club I knew. I talked and danced with a couple of girls but no one stood out and I went home alone, and considered reactivating one of several dating apps.
On Sunday it started pouring at about ten, complete with rolling thunder, ending all thoughts of swimming. My apartment had a porch, and the prevailing wind was such that my porch stayed dry. I went out for a while with a pen and notebook because I didn't mind the rain and the thunder. I was wearing just my university sweatpants and a T-shirt. I sent Corrine a text asking what she was up to. She replied she was out shopping, and so I sat on the porch to work on my novel, which was feeling rather derivative. The power went down and the lights went out, probably from a nearby lightning strike.
I decided to head back indoors. I had Corrine on my mind. Something about the butch look, her firm, voluptuous body with all the body art and piercings got to me. I realized I had a crush of sorts. When you have a crush filling your brain there's only one thing to do and that's masturbate!
I began to construct a fantasy that featured Corrine riding my face as I went to my bedroom and opened the toy drawer. My nipples stiffened as I imagined her at my bedroom door, looking down at me touching myself, and then undressing. The low rumble of thunder and the whipping wind seemed an appropriate background. I peeled down my pants and panties in a single motion and sat on my bed, reaching into the nightstand for my dildo, my favorite butt plug, and some lube.
I lay on my back with my eyes closed. I pulled up my t-shirt, which caught delightfully as it scraped across my now firm nipples, I took my tips between my fingers and thumbs and wondered how Corinne's pierced tongue would feel. I'd never been with a girl with that many piercings and tried to imagine her using the hard metal to stimulate my nipples even as I pulled and stretched them and rubbed my thighs tight together to stimulate my pussy. I pictured her nipples in my mouth, my lips running around the piercing, as I pulled and stretched out my own nipples. I imagined her above me, as I love that, her full breasts spilling down on my mouth and I wondered how it would feel to suck her pierced nipples into my mouth.
I let my right hand drift down my belly to touch my sex, my legs opened without a thought to open up my cunt, to display it, already most as I took my middle finger and began to slide it slowly up and down m slit, pausing as I did, encouraging my cunt to seep and wetting my fingers upon my self. I pulled and pinched my left nipple hard, enough to make it hurt as my fingers slid up and down, tracing the outline of my sex without ever touching my clit. My breathing deepened, and my chest rose and fell as I slipped my fingertip inside myself and then dragged it upward, coated with juice with which I barely grazed my clit.
I took my left hand and reached for the plug and slipped it between my lips and I wondered if Corinne would like my tongue in her ass. I figured a butch with that many piercings would enjoy some kinky stuff. I pictured her strong hands holding my face to her asshole and my tongue buried deep in it as I sucked on the plug wetting it, moistening it, warming it for my asshole. I decided at that moment I would spend my evening plugged, that if I went out, I would go out plugged, and I pictured her pushing it into me. And so I slid it from my lips, lifted my legs up tight and pressed the round ball to my pucker, and pushed.
It wasn't hard. My bottom was well used to intruders, particularly this plug, I pressed and it stretched, oh it hurt a bit, but it didn't really hurt as my asshole sucked in an old friend and gripped it. I rolled over on my side, so I could pull on my plug and play with my pussy at the same time. And soon I was humping my fingers and then my ass as I worked the plug, tugging it to stretch my asshole and letting it pop back into place.
Another thing about butch women is they often like to fuck so I reached for the dildo, the big veiny dildo I'd bought right after college and I began to picture her above me again, this time riding me, her hips flailing as she drove an enormous she-cock in and out of my so eager pussy. I left my plug alone, as I fucked myself, left hand thumbing my clit and right driving the dildo in and out, over and over and over again until I was whimpering and my body bucked in ecstasy as I came hard, moaning hard as juices flooding down my legs.
I must have been really horny. I'd left a couple of small wet spots on the bed, but I'd slept there before and didn't feel like doing laundry. I pulled down my t-shirt, pulled up my panties and sweats, and went back outside, leaving my dildo on the nightstand and my plug in my ass. I stood on the front porch and stood there watching the pounding rain. The lights came back on, so I went inside to turn on my music again and gather my laptop.
A Nissan pulled up near the walkway, a car that didn't usually park in my lot I recognized the driver as Corrine ran from the pouring rain. I waved at her. She hadn't dressed for the weather, and the rain was soaking through her clothes. She looked frantic as the rain pelted her clothing so waived her up. As my porch was covered and much closer than hers she ran towards my place and up the steps to my third-floor apartment. She was dripping, her t-shirt clinging to her bra and jeans soaked through.
“Come on in,” I said. “I'll get you a towel.” I pulled the door open and headed to the linen closet. “I think I have a bathrobe big enough for you,” I said, then heading into my bedroom where she followed, forgetting how I'd left my bedroom.
“Looks like someone had some fun,” she said, eyes on my dildo.
I blushed very deeply, as I handed over the robe. “I have a dryer,” I said, trying to ignore the red warmth spreading across my face.
“I have a few dildos myself,” she said with a grin, and I had to smile back. “One's about that size, only without the veins.”
“Well, I'd hoped you'd be prepared,” I admitted, stepping out of the room to give her privacy.
She didn't shut the door but simply undressed. I went into the kitchen to make us some hot chocolate, because nothing warms a wet soul like hot chocolate. By the time I had it warmed up, she was next to me in my tartan robe, pulled tight around her full breasts. I handed her a cup with marshmallows because that's how we roll in Ohio. “Can I use your dryer?” she said, as I had the doors open to it so my washer and dryer were quite visible.
I pulled the door open and cleaned the lint before sticking her pants, t-shirt, and bra inside. “I'll let you do the settings. That's a nice bra. I wouldn't want to ruin it.” Her bra was very feminine, so I got out of the way as she flipped the dials. “When it's dry I'll take it out,” she said.
“Good idea.” My eyes were on hers after a short ogle, she had dark brown eyes and her makeup was minimal. “Your bedroom smells like recent sex.”
I blushed again. “I know,” I admitted.
She picked up the dildo and held it to her nose. “Freshly used too.”
“I didn't buy it to leave it in the drawer,” I told her.
She smirked at me. “You're a nasty little femme, aren't you?”
And that makes me laugh but sent a jolt through my pussy. “It's been said.”
She set it back on the nightstand. “I knew you were dangerous,” she said. “Is this your toy drawer?”
I nodded. She pulled it open so Corinne could take inventory, which she did aloud. “Two butt plugs, an anal probe, a wand, and a feeldoe, you have a decent selection. You definitely like butt stuff.”
“I like my choices though I am open to growth,” I said. “What would I find If I visited you?”
“I have more dildos than you. And a harness, a couple of butt plugs and handcuffs plus a flogger and a crop.”
“Oh my!” I said, a little scared but definitely interested.
“Hope I didn't scare you off,” she said and went to the couch, sitting down. The robe, which was too small for her, fell open enough to tease me.
“You didn't. Did your shopping go well?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I'm looking for a new business suit and couldn't find anything that really fits me. I found one that's being altered for me, but I need more. I need lighter suits now that it's summer.”
“Do you have to wear a suit?” I asked.
“Not really, but I don't like dresses,” she said. “Dresses are for femmes like you.”
“I like wearing a dress when I'm out,” I nodded. “Especially on a date.”
“Well, I don't want to be drummed out of Butch Corps. I need business attire that isn't girlie and so many of the women's suits are for feminine women. Lots of suits with skirts., which are easier to fit, I admit. I'd wear men's stuff, it's cheaper for one, but men's clothes aren't made for my body.”
“There's nothing male about your body,” I said. She smiled and sat on my couch as we talked over the rain and the sound of my dryer spinning.
“Glad you noticed little femme,” she said and leaned back on the couch in a provocative way. The robe I gave her came open and I learned she was drying her panties too, because I got a direct view of her mound, bare, with a landing strip and three rings in her right pussy lip and a stud on her hood. I'd never seen a pussy so . . so decorated before and it fascinated me. I made myself look up at her and saw the biggest smirk on her face. “See something you like little femme?”
I couldn't speak, tongue-tied at that moment so I nodded.
She spread her legs wider and shifted her back so her pink pussy and pucker were clearly displayed. “So what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?”
I hesitated, shocked she'd be so forward. Corrine clearly liked being in charge as I liked being ordered around. I sank to the floor. On my hands and knees, I crawled to Corinne, my mouth open, loving the smirk on her face. She grabbed me by the hair as I got close and yanked me up for a kiss, a deep kiss, with her tongue deep into my mouth and her hand practically mauling my breasts. It hurt and I loved it, I loved the feel and my pussy was tingling for more when she shoved my head down between her legs and told me to “Lick.”
Of course, I obeyed! I licked her the way I'd want to be licked, slowly and patiently, my lips gliding up and down. I forced my tongue between her rings then I sucked them between my lips. Corinne caught her breath and exhaled, pulling me in tighter, pulling me in and forcing my upper lip to her clit, and the little stud guarding it. I sucked the stud between my lips then dipped my tongue into her pussy. She had a strong musky taste which I found intoxicating as she ground herself on my nose and tongue. Up and down, side to side, I tried every motion I could think of. And Corinne's hips bucked as she pushed me back on the carpet and straddled me, forcing her pussy down onto my eager mouth.
I love it when a butch takes charge! Corinne slid her cunt back and forth on my face and I kept my tongue out submissively. Her moans filled the room, each one sending a tingle through my pussy lost in the weight of her body on mine and the way she called me a “pussy hungry slut” and a “pussy whore” as I worshipped her. She made me feel so dirty and needy, in a place I'd never been before. I could tell she was close. Then she shuddered and pressed her cunt down on my face, as her juices cascaded from her sex to splatter upon my delighted face. I was so happy to taste each and every convulsion,