David Crane - Wide-open babysitter

She pulled it out and put the tip in her mouth, sucking on it and tasting her cunt juice, the subtle flavor modified by the garlicy meat.

She slipped it up her twat again.

Amanda Jenkins had never met a lesbian before.

Well, maybe she had, but if so, she did not know it.

But with Tracy Carlyle there was no ambiguity. She had told Amanda straight off that she was gay. Amanda had tried not to act shocked, considering herself a liberal woman, but she had been shocked, nevertheless. The idea of lesbianism was alien to her. She didn't consider it wrong, it was simply that she had never considered it at all. She had always assumed that lesbians were masculine, brawny, tattooed creatures who lived in sordid squalor with others of the same persuasion and were seldom seen in the normal walks of life.

But the world had changed.

The party was being given by a liberal couple and, desperate to show just how liberal they were, they had made sure that one of everything had been invited.

Tracy was the token lesbian. There was a black man. There was a poet. There was a queer. There was even a Republican!

But it was the lesbian that most intrigued Amanda.

Tracy did not look like a lesbian – not to Amanda, at least. She was slender, pretty and had not a single tattoo. She had short hair, true, but it was curly and feminine and her body was trim and lithe and willowy, with thrusting tits and a sweet little valentine of an ass. Any man would have desired her. That was, what Amanda found baffling. She had always assumed that women turned to lesbianism because they were too ugly or too fat to find a man.

You learn something every day.

Now Amanda was in conversation with Tracy.

James was talking to the Republican, who wanted to nuke Iran and made a pretty good argument for it, as well, and Amanda and Tracy were standing by the fireplace.

"But what – what do lesbians do?" Amanda asked, blushing at her own curiosity.

"I'm a typist."

"Er – I didn't mean that…" Tracy looked amused.

"I know what you meant," she said.

"I guess it was a rude question. I'm sorry. It's just that I never met one of you, before."

Tracy shrugged.

"I don't mind," she said. "You want to know what we do in bed together, right?"

"Well – yes."

Tracy's eyes were bright. She was a cheerful sort of girl, the type who would have been called gay even before the gays took the word unto themselves, effectively removing it from its proper place in our language.

"Well, we kiss," she said. Amanda nodded.

"And we cuddle."

Amanda could understand that.

"And we feel each other's tits and maybe suck the nipples a little bit."

Amanda blushed but nodded.

"And we finger-fuck each other, of course."

"Oh!" Amanda gasped.

"And some girls like to use a dildo on each other. A rubber prick, you know? But I don't like that. I've never wanted to pretend that I was a man with a cock, nor to have my girl friends play the role of men. I like women, it's that simple, and I don't have to pretend I'm a man or that they are, you see?"

"Yes. I think so."

"And, then, of course…" Tracy smiled and looked directly at Amanda, challengingly, amusedly tolerant. "And, then, we suck each other off."

Amanda gave a little gasp.

"Does that shock you?" Tracy asked. "Well – a bit."

"But why? You're a sexy woman. Don't you like to have your cunt sucked?"

"Of course. By a man."

"But a woman can do it better, you know. Having a pussy, herself, a woman knows how to make it feel better than a man does. Doesn't that make sense?"

"I guess so," Amanda stammered.

"Doing it is fun, too. Cunt is yummy."

"Oh, dear! I'm terribly confused," Amanda said.

"That's because you've never tried it, honey. If you did, you'd see what I mean."

"Oh, I never would…"

"Maybe not," Tracy said, laughing. Amanda took her glass from the table and drank, hiding her emotions. She was amazed to realize that she was interested in what this lovely little lesbian was saying – that the idea did not disgust her. Far from it – it excited her. It was affecting her on two levels. She was curious and she was also physically intrigued. Her pussy had been simmering all evening, mainly because she had gotten hot while she was sucking her husband off and hadn't come, herself, and now she found that her cunt was glowing like an ember between her smooth thighs.

Tracy, possessed of all the fine instincts of a true deviate, sensed this.

She said, "If you ever wanted to give it a try, Amanda, I'd love to eat your cunt out."

"Would you? Really?"

"Ummm," said the dyke. She ran her tongue across her lips.

"I'll bet you have a juicy cunt," she said. "I-I wonder – I don't know…"

"It's up to you, Amanda. Any time. I could come see you while your husband, was working, maybe."

"Would you want me to – would I have to…" Amanda stammered, unable to express herself, blushing hot, but with her cunt even hotter.

Tracy understood what she meant. Tracy said, "You wouldn't have to suck my cunt – if you didn't want to. I'd be quite happy just to tongue your pussy all day."

Amanda took another drink. The alcohol helped.

She said, "I think I'd like that."

"Yes? When? Tomorrow?" Amanda nodded, thrilled at the idea that she was going to have a lesbian experience.

"Don't forget to give me your phone number," Tracy said, equally thrilled at the idea that she was going to have a chance to gobble this sultry beauty. Tracy loved to initiate straight women into lesbianism. It thrilled her a lot more than going to bed with another dyke did.

Amanda glanced across the room at James. Now that she had made up her mind to give it a try, Amanda was impatient. She wanted to go to bed with this sweet little dyke right then and there.

Of course, that wasn't possible.

Unless – "If I were to send my husband on an errand…" she said, gazing longingly at Tracy – at those lips that had promised her such novel pleasure.

"Yes?" Tracy coaxed.

"Would you do it for me – now?"

"Ummm. I'd love to."

"We could go upstairs. I don't think anyone would notice – if we weren't gone too long…"

"Ooooh! You're making my mouth water, Amanda – you're making me so hungry…"

"And I'm so hot – my cunt is so wet…"

"Get rid of him," Tracy whimpered. Tracy was overjoyed. She hadn't really expected to seduce this woman – at least not this soon, this easily. Amanda was just the type that she lusted for, dark and sleek and sultry. For some reason, a cunt tasted better to her when it was surrounded by bushy, black hair. She just knew that Amanda was going to feed her some delicious cunt.

"I'll be back," said Amanda.

She walked away, her pussy squishing juicily between her thighs with every stride.

Tracy waited with great expectations. Amanda lifted the telephone and pretended to dial.

She didn't really dial.

So it was that James had destroyed the telephone to no purpose – but he was not to know this, of course.

"They aren't hostages, of course," said the Republican. "The embassy was United States soil. That makes them prisoners of war – an entirely different matter."

James nodded, listening vaguely, wondering if it was too soon to suggest that his wife telephone home.

Amanda walked up, looking worried. "Darling," she said, "I just tried to phone home and there was no answer."

"Really?" he said, feigning puzzlement. "I don't suppose anything is wrong – but I'd feel so much better if you'd run home and check."

She would feel better, too, although not in the way she implied – she'd feel better once she sot Tracy's tongue on her hot cunt and got her pussy milked.