Don't make me wait."They lay face to face, each with her hand in the other's groin, kissing, their breasts touching, their fingers moving in a gentle,...deliberate rhythm. Laura wanted to lick her exquisitely beautiful pussy, but there would be time for that. Right now, she wanted to gaze into Deshona's eyes while they fucked, wanted to do it face to face, wanted to enjoy the seizures of bliss when they were reflected in Deshona's contorted features."Gosh, honey, I don't think I've ever felt you. .. You know.”“I know that song by Vanilla Fudge -- from my oldie’s program.”“That’s funny,” she said. “I know the chocolate version and you know the vanilla one.”“Let’s stop at the radio station and run through some things. I’ll bet we can put together a program for tonight that’ll be a killer. Laundry isn’t that urgent, is it?”“It’s pretty urgent if you want clean underwear for tomorrow. I guess it can wait a little while.”“This route goes past the station, right?”“Right, it’s coming up”Aja. ' I smiled and said '...well it's not as good as participating but in a pinch it's better then nothing...' They both smiled as Tony, the guy with the huge penis, said '...James go make sure no one else is here. We are gonna have a good time tonight...' James looked at me rather angrily as he turned and walked away. Tony smile and said to me '...don't worry he's just a little jealous, you see I told him when I saw you come in that I wanted to fuck you...' Startled I stuttered as I tried to speak. But, it's not a lesbian bar. There are no lesbian bars out here. It's just a place that men don't belong.Outside, it's brisk, just cold enough to crinkle my nipples through the thin fabric of my blouse. Inside, it's much warmer, hot even, from the press of bodies. People seem comfortable enough hanging their jackets in the front hall with no coat check, so I do the same. I'm wearing a tan, sensible skirt and cream-colored blouse that would not have looked out of place at work. I debated.