A Lesbian Love Story of Sorts

A Lesbian Love Story…Of Sorts

PROLOGUE: WHAT IS LOVE?
L-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters.
Love. Just one simple word.
Love. No two people would create the same definition.
Love. So many different kinds; so many different emotions. I love my mother; I
love my decaf mochas; I love my teddy bear from when I was three; I love the Big
Bang Theory; I love to read; I love teaching; I love wearing stockings; I love
sex. Yet had I ever felt true love? I dont know. I definitely thought I was in
love on a few occasions, but that faded away over time.
I love you. Three simple words. I have said them before; I have had them said to
me; were they meant sincerely? I like to think so. Were they actually true deep
down in their heart? Maybe.
This is a love story. This is my love story. Is it a traditional love story? No.
It is a complex, layered and sexually filled story. Will you think it is a true
love story? That is up to you, as each defines love as they see it. So don’t
judge my view of love. It is messy, complicated, addictive and, yet I think,
pure.
It wasn’t until I was 26 and my best friend for many years announced she was
engaged and getting married that I realized I was in love; pure, unconditional
love. A love that overwhelms you. It is intoxicating; bewildering; overwhelming;
haunting. This is the story of how I found such a love.
For me, love equals Gwen.

CHAPTER 1: A REVELATION
Gwen and I were best friends since grade 10. We had almost every class together
and graduated together. We both lost our virginity at our grade 12 prom, on a
double dare that had become a tradition between us. We would both dare each
other to do the same thing. In grade 10 it was to walk up and kiss a nerd; by
grade 12 we were daring each other to flash old men, go without underwear during
a cheerleading practice, and lastly daring each other to give up our cherries to
our respective boyfriends at prom, both of us having turned 18 the month before.
In college the dares got crazier, each one created by me. Gwen was
psychologically shy, yet when a dare was given the shy facade always seemed to
fade away as she also hated to lose.
Anyways I digress; we both got our teaching degrees at the same college. Luckily
for us, we also got jobs at the same school; me teaching kindergarten and Gwen
teaching grade 3. Over the next few years I dated a couple men before strictly
dating women. Unfortunately, I had been through a string of women. I broke up
with women for many trivial reasons: she had an annoying laugh; she was too high
maintenance; she was too low maintenance; her family was crazy; she wasn’t
intelligent enough for me; she was too intelligent for me; she wasn’t good
enough in bed; etc… What I realized after the fact is they actually all had
the same problem…they were not Gwen. Gwen, on the other hand, dated a couple
guys briefly before falling hard for a decent guy named Rob.
Anyways, life went on and had been very normal, until she announced she was
getting married. It shouldn’t have been a big deal as they had lived together
for two years already and nothing had really changed in our relationship. We
still had our weekly girls’ night, our occasional dares, our daily phone calls
and our constant text messages. Yet, when she gave me the news something
triggered deep inside me. I had this empty feeling and then it was replaced by
this overwhelming fear and then it was replaced by something I can’t explain. A
light bulb went on. It didn’t flicker, it shined bright. I was in love with
Gwen. Not as a friend, not as a sibling; no, I loved her in an ‘I want to spend
the rest of my life with you’ love.
That night I went to bed alone thinking of the few times we experimented with
each other. It started with drunken kissing a few times to tease the boys at the
pub, then one time for the boys when I fingered her, on a drunken dare of mine,
for their entertainment; on a few occasions we masturbated side by side as we
watched some porn and then eventually helped each other reach orgasmic bliss
once…just once. I remember how gentle she was and how she found my g-spot,
something very few had ever been able to do. In retrospect, that night was so
tender, so gentle, and so perfect. Unfortunately, we never were intimate again,
nor had we ever talked about that one special night.
Then I reflected on our friendship. I was the outgoing one, while she was more
reserved. I was sarcastic funny, while she was quirky funny. I was always the
one making the plans, while Gwen simply went along with it. I was
confrontational, while she avoided it at all costs.
The more I considered Gwen and me, the more revelations exploded inside my head.
She always let me decide what we did when we went out; she never disagreed with
me, even when she clearly didn’t agree with me; she always listened to my advice
on fashion, make-up, etc; she began wearing stockings after I suggested that
they were sexy (now she always wears them).
As I considered our brief intimate encounters another eye-opener emerged. I was
always the initiator, while she was always the follower. When we first
masturbated each other it was me who suggested she let me help her out. It was
all coming together. The puzzle pieces didn’t all fit yet, but the picture was
beginning to come into focus. Gwen was submissive. I had been with a few
submissive women in my past and knew how to manipulate them. If Gwen was
submissive, which I was pretty sure she was, I could seduce her.
I should note that I am a very attractive woman. I am 5 foot 6, hypnotic hazel
eyes, long red flowing hair, small but firm breasts, a perfect tan, an
intoxicating smile, a tight ass and luscious legs. I don’t mean to sound
arrogant, but men and women have been checking me out since I was a teenager.

Gwen is also pretty, but in a much more wholesome way. She is more the girl next
door type. She is a brunette, with unique crystal blue eyes, large breasts which
she often hides behind sweaters, a slightly chunky ass, lips to die for, cute
dimples and a smile that sparkles.
Anyways, I fell asleep pondering…did she love me too? Would she have done more
with me if I had made a move?
A few things became crystal clear:
1. I loved Gwen.
2. I had to stop the wedding.
3. I had to seduce Gwen.
I barely slept as I considered by seduction plan.

CHAPTER 2: BUYING A BRIDESMAID DRESS…THE SEDUCTION BEGINS
The next couple weeks it was simple things. I started hugging her when we saw
each other and complemented her every chance I got. The compliments during this
time were simple, flattering compliments, things a man would never say. “Oh you
painted your nails a new shade of red” or “Those shoes really help showcase your
legs,” or “Is that a new lipstick? It really makes your lips come to life.” Each
compliment seemed to perk up Gwen.
Then we went bridesmaid dress shopping.
“So what color are you thinking the bridesmaids should wear?” I asked as we
arrived at the store.
“I don’t know I was thinking green.”
“I look amazing in green,” I said flirtingly.
“I know it’s your favourite color,” she responded.
I coyly ask her, “But do I look hot in green?”
She blushed, ever so slightly, as she said with a slight laugh, “Yes, you look
hot in green Julia.”
I smiled and gave her a big hug. I then whispered in her ear, “You look hot in
everything you wear.” I then kissed her cheek, something I had started a couple
weeks ago, and we started looking at dresses.
I pointed out a couple nice ones and then headed to try on a nice dark green one
that was sexy, yet still wedding appropriate. When I came out to show it off a
pretty saleswoman, who looked to be in her early twenties, give or take, was
there to assist us. Her name tag said Emma. I looked in the mirror and asked,
“How do I look?”
Gwen said, “It looks really good on you.”
“You think?” I asked. Taking a long look in the mirror I then said, “This would
definitely need stockings.”
Gwen agreed, “Yes, either black or dark beige.”
I looked at Emma and said, “Do you sell stockings here?”
“Yes,” Emma responded.
I smiled at her, my sexy flirting smile, “Not pantyhose, but thigh high
stockings.”
Emma smiled back at me with a similar flirting smile, “Yes maam. That is all I
wear as well. I would recommend French Coffee.”
It was my turn to be impressed. “I have never heard of French Coffee as a
colour.”
Emma smiled and said, “Do you like the colour I am wearing?”
“They are very fetching, but they are suntan are they not?” I said.
“Very good. Well French coffee is a darker shade, one that would be perfect with
that shade of green. They are a 50s style vintage stocking.”
“Can you get me a pair?” I asked.
“Yes maam,” she responded.
“It’s Julia,” I said.
“I will get you a pair,” she paused smiling coyly at me, “Julia.”
As she walked away, I watched her waiting for the look back; as expected, it
came with a sly smile. I looked at Gwen and said, “What do you think Gwen? Think
I can seduce her?”
Gwen looked at me with a look I could not read. “Well few have ever been able to
resist the Julia charm.” It should be noted that Gwen has seen me seduce many
men and women throughout the years.
“You did,” I paused, “Well mostly.”
Gwen blushed, but before I could continue cute little Emma returned. The
brunette handed me a package. Instead of going back to change in the dressing
room, I simply opened the package and decided to put them on in front of the two
girls I was trying to seduce.
I slid off my three inch pumps and slowly slid a stocking on my tanned legs. I
made sure to make eye contact with Emma as I put on the first stocking. As I put
on my second stocking I looked eye to eye with Gwen who watched before looking
away when she realized I saw her watching. I then looked in the mirror. Pretty
Emma was right. The stockings really showcased both my legs and the dress. My
long red hair also was showcased by the dress. I never looked better. I looked
at Emma and said, “Good call, how do I look?”
“You look radiant maam, I mean Julia.” She said overly friendly.
“Radiant. That is very flattering. Can you bring me a pair of matching heels for
this dress?”
“Sure,” she said, “A size 6 I assume.”
“You are very good at your job Emma, a size six indeed.”
Emma walked away, her ass swaying perfectly in her tight black skirt.
I winked at Gwen as I quickly pulled off my panties and tossed them to Gwen. She
was startled, but only briefly, as she quickly put them in her purse.
Emma came back with two shoe boxes and kneeled beside me. I lifted my foot up,
legs open enough to showcase my shaved pussy, as Emma slid on the matching green
pump, slowly caressing the back of my ankle and calf as she did so. She was a
seductress too. Even so, her face gave a startled look as she saw my uncovered
cunt. She lingered longer than propriety would allow, before reaching down for
the second shoe. As she put the second heel on, she again took a lingering look
at my delicious pussy. As she was hypnotically seduced by my appetizing
delicacy, I said, “Like what you see?”
She broke her stare and stood up embarrassed and tried to change the topic. “Um,
those shoes really work for this outfit maam.”
I smiled at her and said, “It is Julia dear. Plus you didn’t answer my
question.” I then moved close to her and whispered, “Did you like what you saw.”
Her face was red, yet she caught on to the game quickly as she recovered, “Very
much so.”
“I thought you would,” I said and turned to look in the mirror while I winked at
Gwen who shook her head. “Emma these are good, but not amazing. What else do you
have for me?”
She reached for the other box as I sat back down and lifted up my leg, angled so
this time Gwen could take a peak as well. Emma slid off my shoe and replaced it
with a sexier pump with a strap that wrapped around my ankle. Emma took her time
putting my shoe on; her gaze rarely leaving mine. When both shoes were on, I
checked the mirror and knew instantly this was perfect. I did a twirl and said,
“So Emma, how do I look?”
Emma walked over to me and said, “Ravishing.”
I smiled back, “Thanks Emma. Gwen I think this is the dress and these are
definitely the shoes. You think?”
Gwen, who was gawking at me quite frankly, responded awkwardly, “Yes, yes, they
are perfect.”
I turned to Emma, “We will buy it all Emma. Can you help me get the dress off
please,” I asked as I went into the changing room.
Emma looked back to see if anyone was coming before following me into the room.
As soon as the door was closed, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her
passionately. She kissed back with a similar intensity. I broke the kiss
eventually and she helped me out of the dress. I kept on the nylons and fingered
my pussy quickly before putting my finger at Emma’s lips. She obediently opened
her lips and savoured my love juice. I then got dressed and said, “Emma, I will
be at Le Chateau Club next Saturday, I expect you will be there.”
She looked embarrassed as she whispered, “I can’t.”
“Why?” I asked with a seductive pout, “You don’t find me attractive?”
“No, I find you incredibly intoxicating. It is just,” she paused for a long
time, “I am only 20.”
“Really? You look over 21,” I said genuinely surprised.
Her face glowed with pride as she said, “Thanks, I turn 21 in a couple months.”
“Well,” I said, “Do you want to see me again?”
“Desperately,” she said eagerly.
“Well then meet at Le Chateau Club at 9:30 next Saturday. I know everyone there,
if you come with me they will let you in.”
“Really,” she said like a little school girl, “I have wanted to go there
forever.”
“Well consider me your Fairy Godmother, but a lot younger, hotter and someone
you want to fuck.”
She laughed and said, “I will be there, what should I wear?”
“It is a high scale lesbian bar, so dress classy, yet sexy. Your outfit should
showcase your assets and have the other woman drooling to please you, but should
also be made so others can easily access your…,” I paused for effect, “fun
parts.”
She said, “I have a few ideas.”
“You understand,” I cautioned, “That you are must obey all my commands when at
the club.”
She looked slightly surprised, but quickly regained her composure, “Well that
goes without saying.”
I smiled, “You are a little deviant, aren’t you?”
She moved in, her hand on my ass, “In more ways than one.” She moved to my ear
and whispered, her hot breath on my neck, my weak spot by the way, “What about
your friend?”
I responded, “She’s straight, or at least she thinks she is.”
As my hand slid under her skirt, just teasing her pussy through her panties, she
moaned into my ear, “She’s a dyke, even if she doesn’t know it yet.”
She nibbled my ear, my knees giving just a hair, giving away my weakness, as I
responded, “That’s my hope.”

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