The Girl’s Club
Lusty Lesbians
by Jolene Kendry
Copyright 2012 by Jolene Kendry
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Susan rang the doorbell of number thirty-two Alpine Meadows Drive. She straightened her pencil skirt nervously with her free hand while balancing an airtight plastic dish in the other. The dish held her special orange soda bundt cake, a recipe passed down from her grandmother, and one she was eager to share with the girls. She forced her face into a pleasant, relaxed smile. Arbor Heights was a small town with allusions of big city affluence. Angelique was the only potential friend Susan had managed to meet. She didn’t want to screw it up by acting too nervous, or by serving a less-than-perfectly-delicious bundt cake.
The two-story Colonial replica had been painted white with forest green trim and a glossy red door. After a long few minutes—during which Susan began to fret she’d chosen the wrong house—the door opened. Angelique wore a formfitting knit dress with a scooped neck so low Susan could see the top of her bra peeking out beneath the pale blue cotton. The bra was black lace. Susan’s face grew warm. She blinked and quickly looked at the door jamb instead.
Angelique squealed and threw her arms around Susan, nearly knocking the Tupperware out of her hands. “You came! I’m so glad you came. You’re the first one here. Come in, come in! I hope you found the house ok?” Susan was uncomfortably aware of Angelique’s formidable chest pressing against her own, but she managed to nod. “Well let’s get inside before the neighbors start to talk.”
The interior of the house belied the classical outside. The size of the rooms, the width of the hall, the design of the landing above the foyer, all screamed McMansion, but still, it was something like five times the size of Susan’s tiny cottage on the edge of town, and charming enough. Angelique had decorated the house in earth tones with a gothic touch of black and deep brown here and there. It served as a nice backdrop for the dark-haired beauty’s own coloring, made her seem mysterious and exotic, and Susan suspected that had been the point. She didn’t care. Angelique was too nice for her to mind, and the way her dress clung to her curves…Susan had to look away again.
Her new friend led her to the kitchen in the back of the house, chatting the whole way. “You’re going to love Laura, she’s such a darling girl. She insists she loves this Jorge but I have my doubts, I think she loves his money, and possibly his muscles. Time will tell. So many marriages end badly these days. But she is my friend so I must throw her this party. You can leave your cake on the island there. Coffee? Jane and Deborah should be arriving any time. Jane is in love with Laura but we don’t talk about that or she will go on for hours. She’s going to be very sad today. Or maybe not. She is hard to pin down. Deborah needs to lose a few pounds, you’ll have no cake left to take home, but she’s still a beautiful girl, and so nice. Everyone is nice or I wouldn’t have them in my home. You’ll make new friends today, just wait. Do you take cream?”
Susan shook her head hesitantly, slightly stunned by Angelique’s outpouring. She also talked with her hands, which flung about her head and torso with such firm movements Susan felt if she were standing closer she’d earn a solid bruise. Her hostess’s face merged easily from one emotion to the next, excitement, pleasure, pity, disapproval, doubt, back to pleasure. Angelique’s wide eyes and full lips made it too easy to feel captivated. Again and again Susan found herself forced to tear her eyes away. She hoped that the party would distract her.
Angelique checked the slender gold watch on her wrist. She frowned slightly.
“The others are late. Let’s go in and watch a movie while we wait. Bring your coffee! We’ll use the media room in the basement.”
They went through a door set into the wall beneath the staircase and went down into the basement. Susan felt perplexed. Angelique wanted to watch a movie? Did she not feel like talking more? Perhaps she found Susan lacking in conversational skills, but Susan didn’t feel that was entirely fair. Angelique hadn’t given her a chance to say much, and the way she’d been explaining about who everyone was and what they were like, Susan had felt she was expected to do more listening than speaking. In any case, following Angelique down the stairs allowed her ample time to gaze at the luscious curve of her bottom without fear of being caught out, so that by the time they reached the media room Susan felt flushed.
The word ‘basement’ was technically correct, but hardly evocative of the room’s atmosphere or purpose. A large screen roughly half the size of a theater screen covered one wall. Couches were placed throughout the room so each one provided a clear view. Small tables were scattered throughout so everyone had a place to set their drink or snacks. The room was warm and well-lit, the walls done in the same earth tones as those of the house above them. In one corner Susan saw a wet bar, in another was an old-fashioned popcorn stand. The odor of popcorn lingered in the air, telling her the stand wasn’t just decorative.
Angelique waved at her to take a seat and Susan chose a couch off to the side of the room. Perhaps her hostess had simply wanted to show off her media room. Susan didn’t mind, it was definitely something to see. She waited while Angelique went back to put the movie on at the rear of the room. She slipped her bare feet out of her flats and folded her legs under herself on the couch. It was overstuffed and very comfortable. Susan took a sip of her coffee, wondered what they were going to watch, set her cup down again.
The lights went down and the screen lit up. Angelique came to sit beside her. She was so close that her thigh touched Susan’s folded legs. Susan thought for a moment about pulling her legs closer in but the warmth of Angelique’s thigh was nice. Her hostess kept her eyes on the screen.
The title flashed on the screen before them accompanied by the opening chords of the soundtrack. Susan’s eyes went wide. On the title screen was a shot of two women kissing, their bare breasts pressed against each other. She hadn’t seen much pornography in her lifetime and what she had seen had obviously been made for men, but she knew a sex video when she saw one. Her face burned. She couldn’t quite look at Angelique, who sat watching as though a regular movie-night film played on the screen. Suddenly the feel of Angelique’s thigh against her own folded legs took on new meaning.
The film opened on two women in bikinis lying on towels beside a sparkling pool. They began to chat about their tans, their boyfriends, whether the neighbors could see over the hedges into their yard. Susan felt like a Jurassic mosquito caught in a drop of amber. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe. On screen, the girls approached each other. One of them touched the other’s breast and made a sound as though she’d just taken a bite of her favorite food.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Angelique said, startling Susan so badly she jumped as though she’d been poked with a cattle prod. “I get so tired of men. I like to watch girls enjoy each other. It adds spice to the day, makes me feel sensuous, ready for when my husband comes home at night.” She leaned over and rubbed Susan’s upper arm with her palm. “You don’t mind, right?”
Susan shook her head. Her throat felt dry, probably because all the moisture in her body seemed to be gathering between her legs. At once she felt an insistent urge to pee but she didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to walk out of the room for fear of offending her hostess. “I don’t mind.” she squeaked. She wondered if Angelique could hear her heart pounding.