1. A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts


    Date: 5/15/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female/Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    could not read her face. Either she was jealous of my relations with other women or she was just a supportive friend. Which was it? Or maybe it was both. I decided right then as I parked the car that tonight I would try to make her jealous. Try to get her to play all her cards. If I played mine correctly, I may be able to play her bluff. But first I had to raise the stakes. At the movie we split up as I got the tickets and she got the popcorn. It was our usual routine, almost like an old married couple I reflected. By the time we got to our seats the previews, all seven of them (why are there so many fucking previews), were under way. We watched the movie in silence, sharing popcorn and Swedish berries. I made sure to time my popcorn reaches for when she did, so we would often brush hands, both of us lingering in the popcorn container longer than we ever had as I pretended to reach for popcorn. I really felt like a teenager in high school when a boy would take me to a movie and he would make slight moves to see how far he could get. I wanted to push it further, but I didn’t. The movie ended, it was like all Angelina Jolie movies, not bad, but not as good as it could have been. The movie was longer than expected and we headed to the club at 9:35, already five minutes late. We drove talking about the movie and its relative lameness as we headed to the club and I embarked on the next step of the seduction plan. By the time we arrived at the club I was worried about a couple of ...
    things and I never worried. I was usually confident and sure of myself, but this uncertainty of how Gwen felt for me was overwhelming me with self doubt, I certainly didn’t want to harm our friendship. My first worry was how Gwen would react to the club and its surroundings, although I felt she would be fine; my second worry was would Emma still be there when I was already twenty-five minutes late? That said, I would eventually learn that both worries were nothing more than that. As we got to the club entrance I saw Emma, waiting, in a classic red dress, with black nylons, and matching red three inch pumps. As soon as she saw me she smiled, but when she saw Gwen the smile disappeared. I said, “So sorry I’m late, the movie was longer than we thought it would be and traffic was brutal.” She put on her fake smile and said, “No worries. I was late myself.” I ignored that, I didn’t like disobedience, (I told her 9:30) but she was in an awkward situation. She clearly usually was the seductress and not the prey. She was trying to play the game, but truthfully she did not know how to play it from this perspective. As we entered, not carded of course, I asked the security guard, “What time did my young slut in the red arrive?” He answered with a sly smile, “About 9:15.” “Thanks stud,” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I smiled to myself, she had not disobeyed, and actually she was eagerly early. We walked into the heart of the club and found the last unoccupied table. We sat ...
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