The Long Weekend, Part Four

Glancing at the alarm clock by the bed, Diedra shook her head. She couldn’t believe only a couple of hours had passed since she woke up. It was barely afternoon. Alone now- Tamara had slipped out to freshen up- Diedra rolled onto her back and smiled up at the ceiling. She still couldn’t believe this was happening.

Breathing in, Deidra thought she could still smell the woman’s perfume, then she realized it was her. She smelled like Tamara.

“She smells good,” Deidra said, out loud.

Holding her hand above her, she looked at her new golden key. Tamara had given it to her with a kiss, before going to clean up. Deidra’s smile brightened as she remembered the tangle of their bodies as they tribbed.

“Trib… What a weird word,” Deidra said, turning the key this way and that, “tribbing sounds like a sailing term- Trib the main, sailor. Aye, aye cap’ain. Tribbing the mainsail.”

Laughing at her own joke, Deidra stretched like a cat in a sunny spot, nearly purring like one, too. Weird word or not, it had felt amazing, the delicious grind of Tamara’s body against her own. Closing her eyes, she could still feel the woman’s legs wrapped around her waist, the sensual roll of her hips. Sighing, Deidra wished Tamara was still here. She was getting horny, again.

“Damn hormones,” Deidra said, grinning.

The grin became sheepish as she thought her new fascination with the fairer sex. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, yet, and her whole outlook had been turned on its ear. She couldn’t explain this new attraction toward the female form, nor could she deny it.

“I’m a lesbian,” Deidra said, trying it on for size. The idea was like a new shoe- it fit a little weird because it was still new, but Deidra thought if she wore it awhile and broke it in, it was a shoe she could wear and be comfortable in. She had definitely liked being with Tamara and the twins. Thinking about the trio of lovely ladies, Deidra realized the shoe was already starting to fit better.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the doorknob turned and the door started to open. Deidra hadn’t bothered to lock it back when Tamara left. Smiling, Deidra thought it was Tamara coming back. It wasn’t Tamara, though. Two women fumbled their way through the doorway, slapping at the door to close it behind them. They were kissing passionately, their hands roaming over each other and tugging at what little clothing they wore.

Amused, Deidra watched wide-eyed from her spot on the bed, thought, These two are well on their way. They are oblivious of the fact they aren’t alone in the room.

One of them finally noticed Deidra, laughing as she called her partner’s attention to Deidra. They separated some, straightened the lingerie they wore. The one who had first seen Deidra offered her a sheepish smile, said, “Sorry. We didn’t realize this room was taken.”

“Um,” Deidra said, sitting up, “I think we are done with it, anyway.”

“Are you sure?” The other woman said, putting her arm around the first woman’s waist, “We can try another room if you still need it.”

“That’s okay,” Deidra said, standing up.

“We appreciate it, Diedra,” the first woman said, smiling at Deidra, “it is Deidra, right?”

“Yeah,” Deidra said, thinking, I must be famous. Everyone knows who I am.

“Of course you are,” the woman said, her smile widening, “you look so much like your Aunt Debbie. A younger version, maybe, but just as beautiful.”

“Um, thanks,” Deidra said, blushing.

“I’m Becky,” the woman who had first noticed her said, smiling at her partner, “and this lovely lady is Chelsea.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Deidra said.

“Likewise,” Becky said.

Deidra looked at the two women, remembering at some point it would be her turn to have their arms around her. They were both attractive, but that was where the similarities ended. Not quite as polar opposites as the twins and Tamara had been, but very different from each other.

Becky was a brunette, with chestnut hair and pretty blue eyes. She was petite, no more than five-three or -four, athletic. The lingerie couldn’t hide the fact that she was in great shape, had a lean figure that Deidra liked. A runner, maybe, given her shapely legs and toned thighs. A deep tan suggested a lot of time in the sun.

Unlike Becky, Chelsea was a strawberry blonde, pale. Not as pale as the twins, just not as tan as her partner. She was about five inches taller than Becky, about five-nine-ish and curvier, busty. Deidra liked her fuller hips and large breasts for a completely different reason. Two different body types but both appealing in their own way.

Deidra blushed when she realized she wasn’t the only one checking someone out. Becky was looking at her with a mix of curiosity and interest in her eyes. The attention made Deidra’s heart beat a little faster only to have it skip a few beats when the woman smiled at her.

“Is that a key?” Chelsea asked, distracting Deidra.

“Um, yeah,” Deidra said, looking down at the key in her hand.

“They are making you go through the initiation?” The woman asked, her eyes narrowing, “even though you being here is an accident?”

“Rules are rules,” Becky said, drawing a sour look from Chelsea.

“That’s horseshit,” Chelsea said, still giving her that look, “we knew what the initiation was when we agreed to come to our first party. Deidra didn’t.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean…” Becky said, sighing.

Deidra remembered the desire between Chelsea and Becky when they burst into the room, and she saw it waning now. She didn’t want to kill the mood for them, so she said, “My being here was an accident, true… but that doesn’t mean I’m not having fun.”

Chelsea looked at her for a long second, then asked, “Do you really mean that?”

“Yeah,” Deidra said, which was the truth.

“Huh,” Chelsea said, considering that, “and you are okay with going through the initiation? You know what it is, right?”

“Aunt Debbie explained it to me,” Deidra said, with a nervous laugh, “she also said, it wasn’t meant to be an obligation-”

“It’s not,” Becky said, smiling at Deidra, “it’s a very kinky meet and greet.”

“Becky!” Chelsea said, laughing in surprise, “I can’t believe you said that!”

Grinning, Deidra said, “So it isn’t a kinky meet and greet?”

Shaking her head and laughing, Chelsea said, “No, it is. Shame on you, Becky. Now you’ve got her saying it.”

“I think she’s going to be okay here,” Becky said, smiling at Deidra.

Chelsea gave Deidra a weighing look, asked, “Are you going to be okay?”

Smiling at her, Deidra said, “What I was going to say, was the initiation isn’t an obligation but an opportunity. At least, that’s what Aunt Debbie says.”

“Do you believe that?” Becky asked.

“You two looked like you were in the middle of something,” Deidra said, smiling as she walked to the door, “the bed is yours.”

“You didn’t answer the question,” Chelsea said.

With her hand on the doorknob, Deidra turned back to them and said, “We can talk about it later when I come around for my key. Have fun, ladies.”

In the hallway, she put her hand over her mouth to hold in her giggles. She wished Tamara had been there to see that, thought the woman would have given her a high five for that line of bullshit. Looking up and down the hallway, she couldn’t stop smiling. Even when she didn’t know where to go, she didn’t stop smiling.

She headed downstairs, looking for her aunt. Deidra found her in the living room, sitting in one of the armchairs with some woman in her lap. They were kissing languidly, in no rush. Deidra blushed and looked away when she noticed her aunt had her hand in the woman’s panties, her fingers moving under the thin material. Making a one-eighty, Deidra headed the other way before her aunt could see her.

“Jesus,” Deidra said, shaking her head as she walked into the kitchen.

Through the side door, she saw Karen out on the pool deck. She had the grill going, smoke pouring from the open lid. With Tamara in the shower, the twins nowhere to be found, and Aunt Debbie- Deidra really didn’t want to think about Aunt Debbie, right now- Deidra was left with Karen as the only other person she even vaguely knew. She watched the woman work the grill for a moment, then shrugged. Deidra opened the door, intending to go to talk to her. She hesitated, looking down at herself.

Her face hot, she said, “I hope Aunt Debbie’s neighbors aren’t nosy.”

She walked self-consciously towards Karen. Seeing her, the woman smiled, said, “There you are. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Deidra said, stepping up to the grill. Her eyes got wide when she saw the grill was loaded down with hamburgers and hot dogs, corn on the cob, and barbeque chicken. The smells wafting from the sizzling food made Deidra’s mouth water. To Karen, she said, “Feeding a small army?”

“You can work up an appetite at a party like this,” Karen said, amused.

“I guess so,” Deidra said.

“I was looking for you,” Karen said, setting aside her tongs and turning to Deidra.

“Me?” Deidra asked.

“I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but your aunt sent you upstairs to sleep it off before I got the chance,” Karen said, smiling at her, “and I’ve kept missing you this morning. First when you were in the shower, then when you disappeared upstairs with Tamara.”

“You know about that?” Deidra asked, embarrassed.

“You’ll find there aren’t many secrets around here,” Karen said, then added, “or privacy.”

“Guess not,” Deidra said, laughing, “why did you want to see me?”

Karen didn’t answer right away. Instead, she picked the tongs back up, fiddled with the meat. Deidra waited as the woman searched for the words. Finally, Karen said, “Kara and Kayla have an uncanny ability to read people. It is almost a sixth sense with them. Over the years, I’ve come to have a lot of faith in their opinions of people.”

Deidra looked at her expectantly, wondering what this had to do with her.

“In the pool house, I took a chance on you. I didn’t even know if being in the Society was something that would interest you. The twins seemed to think so, so I went ahead and upheld the rules… Like I said, I put a lot of stock in the twin’s opinion,” Karen said, glancing at Deidra.

“Okay,” Deidra said. Something that had happened in the pool house popped into her head, the unspoken question on Karen’s face and the nod from the twins. It dawned on her that that nod had set this whole thing in motion.

“I don’t think I’ve ever known them to be wrong about someone,” Karen said, meeting Deidra’s eyes, “but I guess there is a first time for everything. What I’m saying is, we’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do.”

Surprised, Deidra laughed, “Now you tell me.”

Sheepishly, Karen said, “Talking to Debbie this morning, I realized she had forgotten about our other rules.”

“Other rules?” Deidra asked.

“We’ll get to them in a minute,” Karen said, giving Deidra a weighing look, “I probably should have done this in the first place instead of just trusting the twins… Do you want to join the Society?”

“I thought I had to,” Deidra said.

Sighing, Karen said, “The rules are more like… guidelines. There is no one enforcing them. We just stick to them because they make life in the Society better.”

“They sounded pretty set in stone yesterday,” Deidra said.

Nodding, Karen said, “Yeah, Debbie said the same thing this morning. I was just following the twins lead and… I’m sorry that I gave you the wrong idea.”

Deidra looked at the woman a long moment, then decided she was indeed sorry. She could see it in her eyes. Deidra shook her head and laughed, thinking she probably wouldn’t want to be in the Society if Karen had asked yesterday. A crazy chain of events had led her to this moment: her mother’s business trip, her aunt’s misunderstanding about the date, the ecstasy in the tea, the twins in the pool house, Karen’s decision to uphold the rules, Deidra thinking she had to go through the initiation, being with Tamara… All dominoes that had to fall just right to keep the chain moving, leading her to this moment.

Do I want to be in the Society, now that it is a choice and not being forced on me, Deidra thought, chewing on her lip. She could walk away from this right now and never look back. She could get her clothes back and go on with her old life. All she had to do was say no and be done with this.

Instead, she found herself asking, “What if… What if I say yes and I change my mind tomorrow or a week from now… A year?”

Laughing, Karen said, “We aren’t a cult like Scientology, Deidra. We don’t hold our members hostage. You can quit anytime you like.”

“Huh,” Deidra said, relaxing some, “what about the initiation? Do I have to go through that?”

“Yeah. If you want to be in the Society, you have to go through the initiation. That’s one tradition I have to keep,” Karen said.

“Oh,” Deidra said.

“Maybe I should tell you about our other rules,” Karen said, smiling at her, “I think they’ll help put your mind at ease.”

“Um, okay,” Deidra said, interested.

“The first rule is we don’t talk about the Society with anyone who isn’t a member or with that person first being approved by the matriarchy,” Karen said.

Laughing, Deidra said, “Sounds like Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club, you don’t talk about Fight Club.”

“Same idea, just with less fist fighting,” Karen said.

Picking up on the emphasis on the word ‘less’, Deidra said, “Less?”

“There is the occasional squabble- usually over a woman. Sometimes these fights come to blows,” Karen said, smiling at Deidra, “women who join the Society tend to be passionate people. Sometimes that passion can get away from them.”

“Nothing like a lingerie fistfight,” Deidra said, laughing.

“Oh, it is a sight to see,” Karen agreed, shaking her head, “anyway, the reasoning behind this rule is two-fold… One, it helps keep the riffraff out of the Society, lets us be selective on who joins. Two, it allows us to have our fun without jeopardizing anyone’s personal life or career. Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Loose lips sink ships’?”

Deidra nodded, said, “I saw this special on TV where a woman got fired over a Facebook post.”

“Exactly,” Karen said.

“Seems like a reasonable rule,” Deidra said.

“The other big rule is consent,” Karen said, glancing at Deidra, “are you familiar with the word?”

“Um, no,” Deidra said.

“It means you agree to something, without coercion,” Karen said, going back to rotating the food on the grill, “basically, everyone has to be on board, or no one is. Do you understand?”

“I think so,” Deidra said.

“Most First Timers know about the initiation going into it and agree to do it. They all want to do it,” Karen said, glancing at Deidra, “you are a little different.”

“So I keep hearing,” Deidra said, laughing.

“Consent still applies with the initiation,” Karen said, taking a sip of her glass of wine, “none of the members are going to ask you to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Oh,” Deidra said, remembering her own thoughts about what sort of things she’d have to do to earn her keys. She felt herself relaxing even more as the woman’s words sank in. Then she frowned as she thought of something, asked, “Is this a… problem? In the Society, I mean?”

“No,” Karen said, smiling reassuringly at Deidra, “I only bring it up to explain the code to you. Generally speaking, everyone is here to have a good time and wants everyone else to have one, too. If someone is making you uncomfortable, just hold up your hand and say ‘stop’.”

Dubiously, Deidra asked, “That works?”

“Remember when I said there aren’t any secrets in the Society?” Karen asked, then went on when Deidra nodded, “well, if someone raises their hand against you, the members hear about it. If it happens more than once, you stop getting invited to parties.”

“Ah, got it,” Deidra said, nodding.

“Since everyone wants to have a good time, no one wants to get blacklisted.”

“Got it,” Deidra said, then frowned, “does this happen a lot?”

“It rarely happens. I’ve only ever heard of it happening once since I joined way back. The woman got the message, started some heavy apologizing. It took some doing, but she’s repaired her reputation is now an upstanding member,” Karen said.

“So she was grounded?” Deidra teased.

“Something like that,” Karen said, laughing. She sobered up some, said, “There are few things I feel we need to discuss. Some concerns I have about you joining.”

“Me?” Deidra said, raising her eyebrows.

“Your age, to be exact,” Karen said, meeting her eyes, “while the Society might be open-minded, the law isn’t.”

“Oh,” Deidra said, then quickly added, “I’m not going to tell, anyone. Rule number one, remember.”

“Glad to hear it,” Karen said, amused, “underaged girls aren’t unheard of in the Society, but they are rare. The situation is more delicate and needs to be handled with kid gloves.”

“Pun intended?” Deidra asked, grinning.

Karen laughed, “Um, no. Just a happy accident.”

Deidra thought about what the woman was saying for a moment, then asked, “What do I need to do to put your mind at ease?”

Karen smiled warmly at her, said, “You just did, by asking that question. It shows a certain desire to… fit in, I guess. I’m not worried about the Society, though. I’m worried about you.”

“Me?” Deidra asked, surprised.

“I’m not sure we are the best crowd for a girl of your impressionable age to be hanging around with,” Karen said.

“Think I’ll pick up some bad habits?” Deidra asked, amused.

“I’d say you already have,” Karen said, laughing.

“In my defense, I didn’t know the ecstasy was in the tea,” Deidra said.

“I wasn’t talking about the tea,” Karen said.

“Oh,” Deidra said.

“All I’m saying is take it slow, okay,” Karen said, the concern in her eyes real.

Touched and a little embarrassed, Deidra said, “I will.”

Smiling at Deidra, Karen said, “I really am sorry about how I handled the incident in the pool house. I mucked it up.”

“A little,” Deidra said, smiling back at her.

Karen said, “A lot. Still, I don’t think the twins were wrong about you belonging in the Society. Do you?”

Deidra thought about it, said, “I think if you had asked me yesterday, I’d have said yes. I wouldn’t have been ready.”

Meeting her eyes, Karen asked, “Do you think you are ready now?”

“I don’t know,” Deidra said, laughing, “but I’m going to continue with the initiation until I make up my mind.”

“Fair enough,” Karen said, nodding. Pointing at a large serving platter on one of the deck tables, she said, “Want to grab that? This stuff should be ready to come off the grill.”

Deidra held the platter as Karen emptied the grill. As the food started to heap up, Deidra had to laugh at how much food Karen had made. When the woman looked at her questioningly, Deidra smiled at her and said, “This is a lot of food.”

“This should hold everyone over until tomorrow,” Karen said, winking at her, “nothing ruins a party like having to stop and cook. This way, the ladies can just grab something when they get hungry.”

“That makes sense,” Deidra said.

“Come on,” Karen said, offering to take the tray from Deidra. Glad to relinquish it because it was getting heavy, Deidra gave it over to her.

Deidra followed the woman into the house and found herself admiring the tick of her backside as she walked. Karen had a couple of extra pounds on her, but they had settled in all the right places and gave her a curvy femininity that Deidra liked. The gauzy baby doll the woman wore didn’t cover much, leaving little to the imagination.

Her heart started beating faster as she wondered if she should try to flirt with Karen. Tamara had said this weekend was the perfect opportunity to practice her pitch. Chewing on her lip, Deidra considered it. Karen was older than Tamara, which made trying to woo her seem more daunting, but Deidra kind of liked how the woman looked in her lingerie.

One way or another, I need to talk to her about the key, Deidra thought, as moved past Karen to get the door for her. With that thought in mind, she decided to go for it.

As Karen sat the platter of food on the center island in the kitchen, Deidra took the opportunity to take a deep breath to bolster her courage. Karen turned around and caught Deidra still trying to think of something to say. When Deidra froze, the woman gave her a curious look.

Feeling like she had to say something, Deidra asked, “Is that one of Tamara’s designs?”

“Yes, it is,” Karen said, looking down at herself, “it’s lovely, isn’t it? Tamara brought gifts for everyone… Well, everyone she knew was going to be here.”

“RSVP next time,” Deidra said, laughing, “got it.”

Karen gave Deidra a weighing look, then asked, “Was that the question you wanted to ask?”

“Not exactly,” Deidra said, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Ah,” Karen said, nodding, “you want to talk about the key.”

“Not really,” Deidra said.

“No?” Karen said, raising her eyebrows.

“Maybe we could talk about it… afterward?” Deidra said, her face on fire. It didn’t help any when Karen gave her a look of amused surprise.

“I’m flattered that a pretty young girl like you would be interested in a go,” Karen said, favoring Deidra with a warm smile, “but I don’t think I could. You remind me of my granddaughter too much. You two are about the same age.”

“Wait,” Deidra said, frowning, “how can that be right?”

“How can a lesbian have a granddaughter?” Karen asked.

“No,” Deidra said, shaking her head, “how can you… You can’t be old enough to have a granddaughter my age.”

Amused, Karen asked, “How old do you think I am?”

“I- Well, I would have guessed maybe… Forty?” Deidra said.

“Forty!” Karen said, her face lighting up, “Forty! Oh, I could kiss you for saying that.”

“I wouldn’t be against a kiss,” Deidra said, playfully.

Karen looked at her for a long second, then said, “I’m fifty-four.”

“Seriously?” Deidra said, her eyes wide, “you’re… Really?”

Laughing, Karen said, “I’d show you my driver’s license, but I don’t have it on me. This thing doesn’t have any pockets.”

“Wow,” Deidra said, still trying to wrap her head around Karen’s age, “you look amazing for fifty-four. You could get away with telling people you were thirty-eight, easy.”

“Thank you, Deidra. You’ve just made an old lady’s day,” Karen said. Giving Deidra a curious smile, Karen asked, “Do you really want a kiss?”

“Should I have changed my mind because you are older than I thought?” Deidra asked, meeting the woman’s eyes, “after all… What is a number but a number?”

Laughing, Karen said, “What is a number but a number, huh? Sounds like a load of bullshit.”

“Tamara says we all have our own brand of bullshit and the trick is to find someone willing to buy the bullshit you are selling,” Deidra said, grinning.

“That sounds like something Tamara would say,” Karen said, favoring Deidra with a warm smile, “she’s right, of course.”

With a playful smile, Deidra asked, “Can I interest you in some bullshit?”

Karen looked at her for a long second, then started laughing and shaking her head. Deidra thought her attempt at flirting had failed until the woman pushed away from the island and came to Deidra, kissed her. Pulling back, Karen gave Deidra a sheepish smile, said, “I can’t believe that worked.”

“It did?” Deidra asked.

Taking her hand, Karen said, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Deidra asked.

“Somewhere private,” Karen said, laughing and shaking her head, again, “to discuss this bullshit I just bought.”

Holy shit, Deidra thought, resisting the urge to do her happy dance, my pitch worked!

As Deidra let Karen lead her through the house, she wondered where the woman was taking her. All the bedrooms were upstairs, but they walked right by the stairs. Instead, Karen headed down the hall and knocked on the door to Aunt Debbie’s office. They ducked inside when no one answered, closing the door behind them. Looking around the office, Deidra wondered why they were here. Noticing the couch along one wall, she thought she knew.

Karen saw her looking at it, said, “Beds are a hot commodity. Fifteen people and six beds, including the pool house. Last night was a mad scramble, since you had your own bed.”

Sheepishly, Deidra said, “Sorry.”

“Oh, don’t apologize to me,” Karen said, smiling, “I spent the night with your aunt. I slept like a baby… Eventually.”

“Oh,” Deidra said, making a face. Again she thought she was learning way too much about her aunt’s sex life.

Laughing, Karen said, “Just so you know… You won’t have your own bed tonight. You’ll have to participate in the drawing.”

“The drawing?” Deidra asked, curious.

“Nine white marbles and six numbered black ones- one for each bed in the house,” Karen said, grinning at Deidra, “If you draw a white ball, you better make friends with someone with a black one pretty quick.”

Thinking about it, Deidra asked, “Aunt Debbie doesn’t get her own bed?”

“She’s a good sport, will draw with the rest of us,” Karen said, crossing the room and sitting on the couch.

Sitting next to her, Deidra’s thoughts were on the drawing. She didn’t know if she’d rather draw a white marble or a black. Both presented her with a challenge. A white one and she’d have to convince one of these women to take her into her bed. Deidra had managed to bullshit Karen, but she’d have to do it, again, if she didn’t want to end up on a couch or the floor.

On the other hand, if she drew a black marble, there would be nine unlucky women looking for a place to sleep. Deidra knew her aunt, Karen, the twins and Tamara- and to some extent Becky and Chelsea. That left eight women whose names she didn’t even know.

Deidra was pulled back from her thoughts when Karen’s hand fell on her thigh, well above her knee. Why they were in the office came back to Deidra, and she smiled at the woman. When Karen smiled back at her, it was hesitant, uncertain. Deidra thought she was still unsure about this, about sleeping with Deidra. Her heart beating faster, Deidra leaned in and kissed Karen. As Karen kissed her back, that hesitation evaporated, burned off by the heat of desire building between them.

“Lie back,” Karen said, her voice a little husky with excitement.

Deidra did what she was told, turning so her head was on one of the armrests, on knee up on the back of the couch and other hanging off the front. Deidra watched as the woman got her knees under her. On her hands and knees, Karen leaned in and gave Deidra a heated kiss. Deidra put her hand on the back of the woman’s head, her fingers tightening in Karen’s hair. The move seemed to surprise and excite her

Karen responded to Deidra’s boldness with her own, the hand on Deidra’s thigh slipping higher. Deidra moaned into their kiss as Karen’s skilled fingers teased her bud. That lovely pressure and friction made it hard for Deidra to focus, so she released Karen from the kiss.

The negligee Karen wore didn’t hide much, yet too much. Deidra wanted to see what the gauzy material was hiding. Sitting up, she lifted the lingerie up, and Karen helped her finish what she had started. Only the tiny thong remained. Biting her lip, she nodded at it. Karen hooked her thumbs in the waistband, gave Deidra a playful look. Deidra nodded, again. Getting to her feet, Karen slipped out of the panties.

Her eyes roaming over Karen, Deidra hoped she looked as good when she was in her fifties. Karen was leggy and curvy. Deidra thought she would fill out a pair of jeans or a sweater nicely, probably still got looks from men and women half her age. Still admiring her lovely naked body, Deidra thought, even from a girl a quarter of her age.

Favoring Deidra with a warm smile, Karen leaned in and gave her a toe-curling kiss. It had some heat behind it, left Deidra a little dazed.

“Wow! What was that for?” Deidra husked.

“For looking at me like that,” Karen said, crawling back onto the couch. She smiled and gave Deidra another kiss, said, “Makes me think I haven’t completely lost it.”

“I’m sure you get plenty of looks,” Deidra said, meaning it. Karen was an attractive woman and having been alive for half a century didn’t detract from that. A little shyly, Deidra said, “I think you are easy to look at.”

Laughing, Karen said, “You can quit with the bullshit. You already sold me.”

“No bullshit,” Deidra said, grinning.

“Now look what you’ve done,” Karen said, her smile widening, “you’ve made an old woman blush.”

Deidra sat up and gave her a kiss, said, “I’m not sorry.”

Karen gave her an amused smile, said, “Look at you all sassy and flirty… Confident. I think you are starting to find your stride.”

“My stride?” Deidra asked.

“I think you are beginning to settle down… settle in, even. I think the nervousness is starting to wear off and the real you is peeking through,” Karen said, meeting Deidra’s eyes.

“A little,” Deidra said, then, “I’m still feeling my way, trying to figure things out. It’s like… like I came in halfway through a movie, and I’m still playing catch up on the plot line. Does that make sense?”

“Perfect sense,” Karen said, smiling at her sympathetically, “although, in this case, it’s like you are starting on the second movie in a trilogy and haven’t seen the first one. You are getting the crash course, for sure.”

A little self-consciously, Deidra said, “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry about it too much, Love. In fact, you are doing just fine. Better than you have any right to be, actually,” Karen said, her hand back on Deidra’s knee.

“Really?” Deidra asked.

“Really,” Karen said, kissing her.

The kiss deepened in a hurry and Deidra responded. Time for talking was over as passion welled up between them. When Karen put her hand on Deidra’s shoulder and urged her to lie back, Deidra went. Deidra smiled up at the woman as Karen ran her hands up the insides of Deidra’s thighs, pushing them wide open.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Karen said, her fingers massaging Deidra’s labia.

Deidra moaned, her heart racing as she waited to see what Karen would do next. She thought about what Kara had said about letting the anticipation build. Deidra got it now that she was on the receiving end of that sweet tease. She was so hot and ready, and she hoped Karen didn’t keep her waiting long.

Karen spread her wide open with her thumbs, her eyes hot on Deidra’s young vagina. Looking closer, Karen blinked in surprise. Her eyes were wide when she met Deidra’s, and she asked, “You aren’t a virgin?”

Blushing, Deidra stammered, “I am… Well, was, I guess… I mean…”

A knowing smile spread on Karen’s face, and she asked, “Were you a little too curious for your own good?”

“I- I guess that’s one way of putting it,” Deidra said, laughing at her own expense.

It was the truth though. The subject of sex has been coming up a lot in school lately, and she was curious how it would feel. Like Karen had said, her curiosity got the better of her, and she accidentally took her own virginity with the handle of her hairbrush.

“It happens more than you think,” Karen said, giving her a quick kiss, “a healthy curiosity is nothing to be ashamed of. I guess the question now is- how curious are you?”

“How curious am I?” Deidra parroted. Karen’s smile got her heart racing all over again.

Karen kissed her deeply, then whispered in her ear, “Do you remember what I said to do if I make you uncomfortable?”

Something in the woman’s voice made Deidra’s breath catch in her throat. She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she nodded, instead.

“Good,” Karen said, kissing her, again, “let me know if I should stop.”

Karen lowered her mouth to Deidra’s girlhood, running her tongue around the pink opening of Deidra’s vagina. She rolled her eyes up when Deidra moaned. Winking, Karen slipped her tongue inside Deidra. In and out, the lovely sensation had Deidra clutching at the couch cushions. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, but her body craved more. Her hips undulated against Karen’s mouth eagerly.

Noticing Karen was still looking at her, Deidra said, “Don’t stop.”

Satisfied, Karen returned her attention to her sweet torture, the wriggle of her tongue inside of Deidra driving her young body crazy. With the index finger of one hand, Karen started teasing Deidra’s bud. Deidra gasped, her back arching as those two sensations melded into one very intense, very pleasurable one.

“Holy shit,” Deidra said in a half moan, half laugh. The hand that had been in danger of rending the cushion on the back of the couch slipped behind Karen’s head. Karen cut her eyes up at Deidra, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Deidra started to remove her hand, but Karen gave her a little shake of her head. She left the hand where it was, trapping Karen’s mouth against her girlhood. Her fingers tightened in Karen’s hair as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

“God, this feels so good,” Deidra moaned, thinking, Too good for it to last.

No sooner did that thought pop into her head did she feel tension start to gather in her body. It started in her stomach and her thighs, built up and built up until she had to climax or simply explode. She cried out as she came, her whole body jerking like she had been shocked. Karen sat back on her haunches, used her hand to gently massage Deidra’s girlhood to keep the lovely sensations washing through her.

Karen smiled at her and Deidra sat up to give her a very appreciative kiss. Belatedly, she remembered where the woman’s tongue had just been. She wondered if it was her juices she tasted on the woman’s kiss.

Pulling back from the kiss, Deidra purred like a cat scratched under its chin, said, “God, that was amazing.”

“I guess that answers my question,” Karen said, amused.

“What question?” Deidra asked.

“How curious are you,” Karen said, smiling at her, “I’d say pretty curious. Hold onto that curiosity because you can never know if you like something until you try it.”

“I’ve been trying ‘new things’ all weekend,” Deidra said, laughing.

“Any of them you like?” Karen asked, playfully.

“Yeah,” Deidra said, blushing.

Laughing as she stole a kiss, Karen said, “Good. Hopefully, you’ll find even more things to like. After all, it’s only Friday.”

“God, I know,” Deidra said, shaking her head in disbelief, “so much has already happened.”

“There’s plenty of craziness left to come,” Karen said.

“Yeah,” Deidra agreed. Looking at the naked woman on the couch with her, Deidra thought, This particular craziness isn’t over yet.

Maybe Karen was reading her mind or just knew it was her turn, because she stretched out on her back, her head resting on the opposite armrest. Deidra’s eyes went to her womanhood, now clearly on display. She had to smile at the thatch of auburn pubic hair. She had been beginning to wonder if she was violating some club rule by not being clean-shaven down there. Up until now, everyone had been as smooth as a ten-year-old girl.

Deidra ran her hands along Karen’s thighs, over her taut stomach, up to cup her full breasts. Letting her hands explore Karen’s lovely body, Deidra found it hard to believe the woman had been alive for more than five decades. She was soft and firm in all the right places, her skin warm and soft under Deidra’s fingertips. Deidra couldn’t get enough of her. Karen didn’t seem to mind the attention, her soft sighs and moans filling the air above them.

Laughing, Karen said, “You know, I thought you were just being cute with the comment about the key.”

“What do you mean?” Deidra asked, meeting her eyes.

“Never mind,” Karen said, waving her hand dismissively, “just an old woman being silly.”

Deidra looked at her a long moment, then it dawned on her. Smiling, she gave Karen a kiss, said, “You think I was flirting with you because you have a key I need.”

“Weren’t you?” Karen asked.

“Some, I guess,” Deidra admitted. Blushing, she added, “Mostly, because I thought you had a nice ass. Noticed when I was following you in from the grill.”

“I have a nice ass, huh?” Karen asked, amused. More than that, Deidra thought the compliment pleased the woman.

Emboldened by Karen’s reaction, Deidra said, “I’m kind of fond of the rest of your body, too.”

“Now, I know you are full of shit,” Karen said, laughing.

“Why? I shouldn’t find you attractive?” Deidra asked, meeting Karen’s eyes.

Karen looked at her for a long moment, then shook her head and laughed. Smiling at Deidra, she said, “A number is just a number, huh?”

“Doesn’t mean a thing,” Deidra said, kissing Karen. She could feel it in Karen’s kiss, how much Deidra’s words had stirred her. There was a new eagerness, desire behind it. Sensing what Karen needed to hear, Deidra broke the kiss to smile at her, said, “You are beautiful… Have a body that would make a lot of women half your age jealous… Why wouldn’t I want to be with you?”

“I… Well…” Karen stammered, then started laughing, “Oh, you are going to be trouble for some girl someday. Your honeyed words and your beautiful green eyes… She won’t know what hit her.”

Deidra didn’t know about the ‘some girl someday’ part, but she thought she had made Karen’s day and all she had to do was tell her the truth. Karen really was beautiful and had a ridiculous body for a woman her age. Or any age, really.

I think I’m getting the hang of flirting, Deidra thought, smiling.

Deidra gave Karen one more kiss, then started kissing her way down the woman’s supine body. Karen’s breathing got a little funny when Deidra made it past her navel. Deidra smiled, knowing she had Karen more than ready for what was about to happen to her. The anticipation had built enough. Deidra pressed her lips to Karen’s bud, tasted the sweat on her skin. The caress of her tongue drew a moan from Karen, and her hips started to move against Deidra’s mouth, eagerly.

“That feels so good,” Karen said, then put her hand over her mouth. When Deidra looked up at her, she saw a mixture of embarrassment and excitement in her eyes. With a nervous laugh, Karen said, “I can’t believe you are doing this to me.”

“Tell me if I should stop,” Deidra said, playfully.

She ran her fingers over Karen’s soft labia, making the woman sigh. Karen still looked a little embarrassed, but she shook her head, no. Deidra gently spread her open, looking at the flushed opening of the woman’s vagina. As she worked up her courage, Deidra wondered what Karen would taste like when she had her tongue inside of her.

Her heart racing, Deidra realized Karen might be right- she was just too curious for her own good.

Deidra’s tongue slipped into Karen, the woman’s juices flooding her taste buds. She hadn’t known what to expect, but the taste of the woman was intoxicating, sent a naughty thrill working through Deidra. The wriggle of her tongue inside Karen drew little wordless sound of excitement from her, and she pushed her pussy against Deidra’s mouth greedily.

Kara and Kayla’s words were in her head, again, their sage advice coming back to her as she teased Karen with her tongue. Deidra listened to the noises Karen was making, watched the flex of her body, and found just what the woman wanted. Karen’s cries grew louder as she became more and more excited. Deidra smiled, thinking the twins made pretty good teachers.

“God, you are going to make me come,” Karen said, sounding surprised.

Deidra’s smile widened, and she winked at Karen. Her confidence as a lover was growing, but that wink was mostly bravado. Still, it worked. She could see that it got Karen going, saw the woman’s eyes flash with interest. Deidra wondered what was going through Karen’s head right then, wondered what thoughts her wink had given her. Her smile widened even more.

“Oh, you are trouble,” Karen said, shaking her head and laughing.

Her laughter became a moan, and her fingers dug into the couch cushions as Deidra continued to thrust her tongue as deep into her sopping wet pussy as she could. Her back arched and her stomach tightened as her body started to gather tension.

Deidra took the woman right to the edge, then over it. Karen cried out as she succumbed to her orgasm, her whole body trembling with it. The wide-eyed look of surprise Karen gave Deidra was comical, and Deidra laughed as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Deidra crawled up and gave the dazed woman a kiss.

“Well, that was…” Karen said, giving her a curious look, “I thought you hadn’t done this before.”

Smiling, Deidra said, “Kara said I’m a fast learner.”

“Whatever you are,” Karen said, stealing a kiss, “you are going to be a handful for the women at this party. Myself included.”

Pleased by the compliment, Deidra said, “You think?”

A little self-consciously, Karen laughed, “I had figured at my age, I had found all the kinks in my rope, but you… Well, like I said, you are trouble.”

“And a handful?” Deidra asked, playfully. She found it funny that the women at this party kept calling her ‘trouble’. First Tamara, now Karen. She wondered if they would be the last.

“You have no idea,” Karen said, kissing her. Pulling back she smiled at Deidra, said, “Thank you… For making an old lady feel younger than she is. That’s worth my key any day.”

Thinking about her growing collection of keys, Deidra smiled sheepishly, said, “Maybe you could hold onto it for me? It’s getting hard to keep up with them.”

“You haven’t seen the chest, then?” Karen asked, smiling at her.

“The chest?” Deidra asked.

“The one with your clothes in it,” Karen said, standing up, “the one with the locks you are collecting keys to open.”

“Um, no,” Deidra said.

“Come on,” Karen said, offering her hand, “I’ll show you.”

Taking Karen’s hand, Deidra let the woman lead her out of the office. She glanced over her shoulder at Karen’s lingerie still lying on the floor, shrugged. It hadn’t covered much, anyway.

A couple of the partygoers glanced up with interest as Karen walked by with Deidra in tow. Amused smiles spread on their faces, and Deidra’s cheeks were hot, again, as she realized they knew what she and Karen had been doing.

Avoiding making eye contact with them, Deidra followed Karen into the living room. They stopped in front of a table draped with a black velvet cover. On it were two gilded black boxes, intricately carved and inlaid with gold. They looked custom-made to accept multiple locks. Both chests were ringed with more than a dozen gold-plated mini-pad locks.

“We weren’t expecting to have two First-timers this weekend,” Karen said, putting her arm around Deidra’s shoulder, “we had to have a second box overnighted. Yours just arrived this morning.”

“Why is the box so important?” Deidra asked, glancing at Karen.

Smiling, she said, “It’s tradition, one that goes back to the very beginning of the Society. Every First-timer has her own box… a memento of her initiation.”

“Oh,” Deidra said, looking at the boxes, “which one is mine?”

“This one,” Karen said, pointing.

Deidra ran her hand over the smooth laquared surface of the wooden chest, then lifted one of the golden locks. It was securely in place, its shackle snug in the body of the locking mechanism. There was no getting in the chest without its key.

Karen stepped away for a moment, then held out a gold key to Deidra. Taking it, she found the lock it fits. Freeing the lock from the box, she set it aside. She looked at all the remain locks. Even with the ones she had already received, there was a lot of keys still out there.

Her heart racing, Deidra wondered if the rest of the keys would be as much fun to earn as the ones she already had had been.

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“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.”

Deidra looked up and saw her aunt coming into the kitchen. After parting ways with Karen, she realized just how famished she was. She had been amused to realize that Karen had been right about a party like this working up an appetite.

Swallowing the bite of hamburger she had just taken, she said, “Um, nowhere. What’s up?”

“I was talking to Karen, and there might have been a misunderstanding,” Aunt Debbie said, leaning against the counter next to Deidra, “well, there is no ‘might’ about it.”

Laughing, Deidra said, “I know. I talked to her.”

Her aunt met her eyes, said, “I’m sorry about this.”

“It’s okay,” Deidra said, with an embarrassed smile.

“Grab your stuff, and I’ll take you home,” her aunt said.

“Um,” Deidra said, looking down at her burger, “I’d like to stay.”

“Really?” Aunt Debbie said, giving her a weighing look.

“Yeah,” Deidra said, with a self-conscious laugh.

Surprised, Aunt Debbie asked, “Did I miss something?”

“You could say that,” Deidra said, her cheeks hot.

“Oh,” Aunt Debbie said, favoring her with an amused, knowing smile. Patting Deidra on the shoulder, she said, “Well, if you change your mind…”

“Right,” Deidra said, nodding her understanding.

“If you are staying, you better eat up,” Aunt Debbie said, smiling at her, “you’ve got a long weekend ahead of you.”

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