Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 17:51:32 -0500
From: Danny Ocean <eddie54@earthlink.net>
Subject: Cathy and Julie
Disclaimer: Please do not read if you're not yet 18 years of age. Grow up
or get out. Thank you.
Cathy and Julie
by
Danny Ocean
Cathy sat on the bed twitching with disgust. Her
husband had just left the room after she had rejected his
amorous advance. She was starting to sweat. She heard the
jingle of keys and slamming of the door. Off to see his
girlfriend. Was it her fault? Maybe. She just couldn't
stand to be touched by him. How long had it been since they
swapped fluids? Year? Year and a half? After his every
attempt she'd rush to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
Now, all it took were a couple of deep breaths to regain her
composure.
"Mom? Are you still here?" her daughter Jill called
from her bedroom.
"Yes, dear. It was your father that stepped out."
"Did you have another fight?"
"No."
She hoped that that was Jill's final question. She
didn't feel like getting into a conversation. She didn't
want to lie to her daughter. What she wanted was a
cigarette. She rose from the bed and swept the room,
looking. She figured if she started searching the other
rooms of the house Jill would start talking again. She lay
back on the bed and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them
she looked at herself in the ceiling mirrors her husband
insisted they install. Then she did a sort of flat-back
striptease. The see-through orange blouse came first, then
her short brown skirt. She lay in black bra and panties. A
damn fine looking woman. Everyone used to say she looked
like a black-haired Kim Novak. She undid her bra and threw
it on the floor. Then she thought of the magazines she had
hidden in her lingerie drawer. She wanted to tease herself
with them before she took off her panties.
Was she abnormal? Doesn't every woman desire another
woman some time in her life? What will happen to me? she
thought. Is this just a passing fancy? If I take another
woman to bed would it purge my desire, get it out of my
system? Would it make me want my husband again?
She got up quietly and walked softly to her underwear
drawer. She slid it open without a sound and pulled out a
movie magazine. When she got back into bed she opened it to
the page that gave her the most pleasure. She started
breathing heavily at the sight of the woman in the photo. A
middle-aged actress well known for her delightful singing
voice. She's so fucking beautiful, thought Cathy. Gorgeous
face with an innocent quality, like a grown-up child.
Pretty blue eyes and short brown hair.
Cathy lay back on her pillow and spread her legs. One
hand held the mag while the other lightly stroked the fabric
of her black panties. "Mmmmmmm," she said deep in her
throat. She couldn't control herself. She pulled the
panties down to her knees and re-spread her legs. Her
finger found her clit. "Ohhhhh." She brought the photo
closer to her face and licked the image. "Oh, you fucking
cunt," she whispered. "I wanna suck you pussy til you
scream with pleasure. I wanna lick your ass and eat your
cunt and shove my tongue down your throat. I'd fuck you in
front of your husband." Her fingers were soaked. A spasm
went through her body that made her decide to get down to
the main event. She stroked her cunt faster. Her breathing
took on a greater urgency. Her tongue had a mind of its
own. It played around her lips.
She wished she were alone so she could shout out her
obscenities. But since her daughter was still in the house
she could only produce a gutteral whisper. "You cunt. Eat
my pussy. You make my pussy feel so good. Oh, shit. I
love your hair. I wanna suck on your neck. I wanna lick
every part of you body. You fucking bitch. You're mine, do
you hear. Nobody fucks you but me." Suddenly her hand was
going wild. Her breathing was nothing more than rapid gasps
as she prepared to orgasm. She shook and shivered on the
bed. Seconds before she started to come she mashed the
magazine into her face to cover her sounds of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted as
she clenched her eyes and teeth.
She was winding down. Her breathing was coming back to
normal. Her skin was still flushed, though. She took the
magazine away from her face and dropped it lightly on the
floor. She uttered a very discontented purr. That was
certainly a poor substitute for the real thing, she
thought. But what did the real thing feel like? She
decided to get dressed to find out.
Fifteen minutes later she was knocking on Jill's door.
"Yes?"
She opened the door and saw her daughter lying on her
stomach in bed, reading. "Honey, I'm going out for a
while. Do you need anything?"
Jill feigned concentration. "A new life?"
"But you haven't used up the one you've got," said
Cathy smiling bitchily.
"I would say that you need a new life more than me."
"You may be right about that," Cathy sighed. She took
out her purse and handed her daughter a twenty dollar bill.
Jill took it saying, "Thanks, Mom, but Dad already gave
me twenty dollars."
"Well, now you got forty dollars. Right?"
"What's gonna happen with you two?" she asked looking
away.
Cathy wrinkled her brow with concern. "Oh, I don't
know, sweetie. Maybe go to a marriage counselor."
"You can't afford a marriage counselor."
"Well, then we'll go on Oprah."
Jill giggled. And that's when Cathy decided to close
the door.
Cathy sat in her parked car in the dark trying to calm
her nerves. She was staring at the saloon entrance and
taking slugs from a pint bottle of whiskey. How
unlady-like, she thought. A classy broad like me sitting
alone in a car, getting drunk. Only she wasn't getting
drunk. She was too scared. She knew she would eventually
walk into a lesbian bar. She had to. If she gave up now,
all that anxiety would be wasted. She wasn't the type to
get philosophical. Let somebody else analyze the reasons
for her actions. She just wanted to know exactly when a
curiosity became a desire. And how does one eliminate a
desire? Ignor it? Reject it? Pretend that it only exists
in one's mind? She could count on her fingers the times
when she thought other women were coming on to her. The
smile she got from the check-out girl when she was a few
cents short. The stare she got from the saleswoman in the
lingerie department. All these moments, all these green
lights could all be in her mind. But would a happily
married woman detect them? And if she did detect, would she
pay any attention to them? The attention she was giving
them now? "Are women attracted to me?" she asked herself
quietly. She swallowed the last of the booze and placed the
bottle under her seat. She looked at herself in the
rear-view mirror. She saw a little girl on the verge of
tears.
She got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk. She
pulled her coat collar up. The Cleveland night was chilly.
There were a few people walking around. A middle-aged
business man looked pleased to see her as he passed by. She
didn't know how pleased until he stopped, turned around and
hollered, "Hey, baby! Goin' my way?" That did it. She
did an about-faced and strode through the door of The
Withered Clam, the only known lesbian bar in town.
Cathy was met by smoke, dimness, and loud country
music. She took a preliminary glance at the clientele, but
didn't register any individual. She was aware that she was
being watched, so she clutched her coat collar tighter
around her neck and took a seat at the bar.
"What can I getcha?"
Cathy looked up and saw Tugboat Annie. "A glass of
beer, please." She figured she'd have a chaser after all
that whiskey. When the beer came she took a sip and
surveyed the crowd. What's to be afraid of? she thought.
No one's forcing me to stay here. There's the door. It's
not locked. If I make a fool of myself it'll be in front of
strangers who'll never see me again. This renewed
confidence together with a deep breath allowed her to
inspect the crowd more selectively. A spasm of guilty
pleasure ran through her body as she realized she was
cruising.
There were about fifteen women in the place, all
different sizes and shapes. They were talking, laughing,
drinking and dancing. Nothing boisterous.
Suddenly, the smoky dimness played a very nasty trick
on her. Seated alone, half-way down the bar was the actress
in the magazine that Cathy jerked off to not forty-five
minutes ago. She shook her head to break her open-mouthed
trance. She drained her glass in one gulp.
Tugboat Annie was staring at her. "Ya want another
one?"
"Yes, please."
"I ain't seen you in here before," Tugboat said,
presenting a full glass. "My name's Ethel. What's your's?"
Oh, shit. Wouldn't you know it. The minute I catch
sight of someone I'm interested in Miss Sumo Wrestler
strikes up a conversation. "My name's Ermguard."
"That's German, isn't it?"
"That's right. Ladies room down that way?"
"Sure."
Cathy picked up her glass and moved slowly down the bar
towards the bathroom. Everything moved in slow motion. She
dodged a few dancers, one who gave her a hard look, another
who yelled, "Hey, gorgeous!" She stopped within a few feet
of the object of her desire and watched a pool game in
progress. Her heartbeat increased. Why can't I swallow my
fear as easily as I swallow my beer? When she turned to
look at the girl in the mirror she found the girl looking at
her.
Cathy said, "Hello, there," trying her damndest to
sound innocent and uninterested.
The girl swiveled around on her barstool and gave Cathy
a peaceful curious look. "Well, hello."
"You look like someone familiar."
"Is her name Julie?"
"Yes."
"Then that's what you'll call me."
"What's your real name?"
"That's my secret."
"Are you here with someone?"
Julie smiled, looked deep into her eyes and said,
"Yes." Suddenly she hooked a finger through Cathy's belt
loop and pulled her close. Cathy's breath caught in her
throat. She was frightened and embarrassed. She looked
around to see a few women observing them. She was tensely
waiting for Julie's next statement.
Julie's expression never changed. She still looked at
Cathy with a cool smile. "Is the barmaid looking at us?"
Cathy shifted her eyes to peer into the gloom. Ethel
sat behind the bar eyeing them like a fat evil dragon.
"Yes, she is. Why?"
"Because in order for us to leave, we have to get by
her."
Cathy felt faint with joy. She actually wants to leave
with me now! "What's so hard about getting by her?"
Julie gave Ethel a glance. "We might have to dodge a
flying meat cleaver."
Cathy smiled and said, "Death is my bread and danger is
my butter."
Julie smiled. "Down that and let's go."
Cathy drained her glass almost choking with
anticipation. Then she practically had to run to catch up
to Julie. They reached the door together, buttoning their
coats.
Ethel was on her feet, angry, dazed and confused.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Cathy and Julie
walked out. "Come back here you rotten cunt!"
Everyone in the bar began cheering and whistling.
Ethel rushed from behind the bar like a charging rhino. She
ignored the catcalls and burst through the door and onto the
street. She desperately looked up the road, then down. How
could they possibly have disappeared so quickly? She began
moaning and drooling. "I'LL GET YOU, YOU LOUSY CUNT!!!"
She eventually calmed down and reentered the bar, a broken
woman.
Not three yards away the lid of a dumpster rose and
Julie and Cathy's head popped up. They gave a quick
look-see, then lowered the lid. Inside the dumpster they
gave no thought to making themselves comfortable. They were
too busy groping and kissing each other. Their love nest
was about half filled with trash from the Chinese
restaurant next door. The smell was pretty bad, but they
didn't care. With their coats finally opened they proceeded
to explore each others bodies. Ignorant of the art of
lesbian love, Cathy simply copied Julie's moves. They could
do just so much grabbing with their clothes on, but since
they both wore skirts it wasn't long before they were at
each others cunts. They both sported very short fingernails
so they could be as frantic as they wanted. Cathy couldn't
believe how wet her pussy was. She broke the soul kiss and
said, "I don't ever want to let you go. No fucking man ever
made me feel like this." Then she stuck her tongue in
Julie's ear.
"Your driving me fucking crazy. Just keep rubbing my
cunt. I'll be cumming pretty soon. I love your tongue."
Their hands were going wild. Pulling, stroking,
rubbing, tickling, pushing each other to the brink.
"Ahhhhhhh, oh you make my pussy feel so good," Julie
groaned. "It won't be long now. Just as soon as we climax,
we can get out of this dumpster and back to my place where
I'll suck your cunt all night."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum," Cathy said. "Rub my pussy
faster. Faster. Mmmmmmmm! Yeah! Go! Go! I'm cumming!!!"
"Ahhhh, me too, baby! Pull it! Yank it! I'm cumming,
too. Kiss me, quick."
They French kissed each other again. Their tongues
were freaking out. With their lips locked, their moans
became slower and quieter. Their spasms finally stopped and
they broke the kiss. "Oh, I don't know if I can move," said
Cathy.
Julie said, "If you want my tongue in your pussy,
you'll will."
Like most people, Cathy and Julie, on their journey
home, stopped off at the convenience store. Julie was fixing
herself a large cup of coffee to go. Cathy stood next to
her and stared at her beauty. In her trance-like state she
thought, I can't believe meeting someone so wonderful was
this easy.
"I need you again, real bad, real soon," Cathy said.
"I need you, too," said Julie adding the sugar, "but
can you keep your voice down?" She realized that the pimple
-faced kid behind the counter was staring at them. After
stirring the coffee, she took a sip. "Want some?"
"No."
When they got to the cash register, Julie dug into her
pockets for money. "Will that be all?" said the kid, his
voice cracking.
"Hurry, please," begged Cathy. "I need your tongue in
my pussy."
"Let me have one of those Slim Jim's," said Julie.
The counter boy started shaking. "Do you want the
regular or the super Slim Jim?"
Cathy leaned over and began kissing Julie on the neck.
"Super." When the counter boy turned back and saw the
unexpected display of affection he knocked the box of Slim
Jim's to the floor.
Julie closed her eyes and purred. When the box hit the
floor she snapped back and said, "C'mon, kid. We're in a
hurry."
"You're not supposed to sexually harass the help," said
the counter boy, his voice cracking and shaking.
"Here. Here's a fiver. Gimme my change," said Julie
with Cathy still attached to her neck.
When the money transaction ended Julie turned all her
attention to Cathy and gave her a deep slow soul kiss.
The counter boy was developing a pants bulge. He was
vibrating worse than ever. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to
ask you ladies to leave the store."
Julie broke the kiss, looked at the counter boy and
said, "Yeah, we're going. I think you're pants are a little
too tight there, kid." Julie grabbed the bag and they both
walked through the double glass doors. Half-way to the car
they both turned around and saw the counter boy lock the
doors, run to the magazine rack, grab a magazine, and run
into the back room.
Cathy said, "You're so bad."
They drove back to Julie's apartment. When they got
there they shed their coats and noticed the green light
blinking on the answering machine.
"Wow, twelve calls," exclaimed Cathy. "Are you going
to check them?"
"Later. They're probably all from crazy fat Ethel."
"Who?"
"You know, the barmaid from The Withered Clam."
The room was sparse, but tidy. The small kitchen
adjoined the living room. Julie pulled the coffee out of
the bag and took the plastic lid off. She turned around to
see Cathy quietly looking at her from across the room. It
was a nice moment. How many times had she been in the same
situation with a man? A man who didn't know what a quiet
moment was. A man who began pawing her as soon as she got
her coat off. Then trying to lead her to the sofa with a
nervous, pathetic desperation.
They could hear the soft clicking of the electric
clock. Julie took a sip of coffee. "How would you like to
come over here and lick this coffee off my lips?"
"Decaf?"
"Get your gorgeous bod over here."
"My, my," said Cathy moving forward. "How
continental." When she reached Julie she slowly wrapped her
arms around her neck and gently licked her lips from corner
to corner. Julie became aroused instantly. Cathy might as
well have been licking her cunt. Julie couldn't help
opening her mouth to breath heavily. Cathy took that
opportunity to shove her tongue in and they both enjoyed an
intertwining kiss. Julie reached down and put her hands
under Cathy's skirt to caress her ass. They both started
moaning. Cathy took her arms from around Julie's neck and
lifted the front of her skirt. She then stroked the inside
of Julie's thighs. Julie ran one finger along the crack of
Cathy's ass. Their moaning took on a higher pitch.
Suddenly, the phone rang. They paid no attention to
it, not even when, after the third ring, an angry female
voice said, "You lousy bitch! Your nights of free drinking
are over. Just see what kind of treatment you get if you
ever show your face at the Withered Clam again." Click.
Julie broke the kiss and said, "Let's go to the
bedroom, away from all this noise."
When they got there they quickly began undressing each
other. The faster it got, the funnier it got. By the time
they were both naked they were in hysterics.
"Do we need anything?" laughed Julie. "Black stiletto
heels, perhaps or red crotchless panties?"
"I'll go out in my car and get my big, black
double-headed dildo," Cathy shrieked. Another burst of
laughter before they settled down to business. Julie
leaped onto the bed taken Cathy with her. The last laugh
quickly faded away as they gazed into each other's eyes.
The room was lit faintly from a streetlight.
Cathy whispered, "This is the start of something
wonderful, isn't it?"
Julie nodded.
Cathy continued, "And we're going to be seeing alot of
each other, aren't we?"
Julie nodded again.
Cathy asked, "Did your pussy get wet when I licked the
coffee from your lips?"
Julie nodded and smiled. "Much to my surprise. I
never had a reaction as powerful as that from anyone, man or
woman."
"Are you still wet down there?"
"I don't know. Why don't you lick it and see."
Cathy giggled and slid down toward the foot of the
bed. She spread Julie's legs and enjoyed the aroma rising
from her vagina. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Julie breath heavily. "I'd like to think we both are."
Cathy dipped her head and extended her tongue. When
Julie felt the first lick to her cunt, she gasped. Then she
just moaned audibly from then on. Cathy wiggled her tongue
like a pro saturating Julie's pussy. She licked up and
down, back and forth teasing first the labia, then the
clit. She did this over and over again while she listened
to Julie's cries and groans. Eventually, Julie reached a
fever pitch which told Cathy she was ready to cum.
Suddenly, Cathy stopped licking. She took a deep breath,
fastened her mouth on Julie's clit and started sucking,
hard.
"Oh, fuck!" Julie shrieked. "This is it! Oh, suck
that clit, baby. Oh, I can't fucking believe this. Oh,
suck it harder. Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhh. It's all for you,
baby. This pussy belongs to you. Just suck it, suck it,
suck it! I'm cumming! Ahhhhhh, ooooooooh, mmmmmmmmm."
Julie bulged her eyes in the dark as she gave way to a
thunderous climax. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, drink my juice,
baby. It's all yours. It's all yours and you're all mine."
Julie struggled to bring her breathing back to normal. "Oh,
that was sure something special. I got the feeling that you
were saving that up for a long time. Am I your first girl?"
After a pause Cathy said, "Um, yeah. I'm married and
have a daughter, but I've been yearning to do this for about
two years now."
Julie laughed. "Oh, how sweet. I've never heard
anyone use the word "yearning" in my life. You know what
I'm yearning for? I'm yearning for you to lay on top of me
and mash you tits onto mine."
"Yes, ma'am," said Cathy saluting in the dark. "Your
yearning is my command." She lifted herself up and gently
lay on top of Julie. They kissed at once. They used their
hands to stroked each others bodies.
Julie said, "Now it's your turn to come in my mouth."
They switched positions. She blew air onto Cathy's cunt.
"Mmmmmm, that's interesting. Teach me more."
Julie brought her fingers into play. While she slowly
licked Cathy's clit, she fingered her labia.
"Oh, shit! I wasnt' ready for that! Oh, God, keep
going. Do more. More!
Julie sucked on her clit while shoving two fingers into
her cunt.
"Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhh. What the fuck are you doing down
there? You driving me fucking crazy!" So much pleasure
engulfed her pussy that she gave up talking and just moaned
and yelped. Julie licked rapidly, up and down, up and down,
up and down. Cathy wailed. She was shaking uncontrollably,
so much so that Julie was having trouble keeping her tongue
situated. She eventually had to grab Cathy round the
waist and pull her to her head.
"Ohhhhhh, suck it, I'm gonna cum soon. Oh, real soon."
Julie sucked hard and, as an afterthought, reached up
and began kneading Cathy's tits.
Cathy went crazy. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming!
Ohhhhhh! Uh, uh, uh, uh. Yeah. I can't stop cumming.
Don't stop sucking. I love it. I love you!" She reached
down, grabbed Julie by the head and pulled her closer to her
cunt. "Ahhhhhh, still cumming! Don't ever leave me!" She
was breathing like a heart attack victim. Slowly, she
started to calm down. Soon, she regained her composure.
She let go of Julie head.
Julie joyfully climbed up and lay on top of Cathy.
"Hey! Did you like that?"
Cathy was still catching her breath. She gave a little
laugh.
"I could tell you liked it. You were sweating like
crazy. Do you remember telling me that you loved me?"
Cathy looked a bit surprised. "Did I say that? You
were literally driving me out of my mind. But if I said it,
I must have meant it."
Julie became serious. "I hope you meant it. Because I
love you. Can you handle that?"
Cathy said, "Julie, I would give anything...anything to
feel the way you made me feel on a regular basis. If I
don't love you now, I soon will."
They kissed a little more. Cathy fell asleep. Julie
lay there looking at her until the caffeine wore off. Then
she drifted off to sleep, too.
The months that lay ahead would be filled with laughter
and tears. Our two heroines would soon be very surprised at
the number of zany adventures brought on by the change in
their sexual lifestyle. You won't want to miss the next
exciting chapter in the lives of Cathy and Julie, especially
when they come up against the likes of Crazy Fat Ethel,
Cathy's daughter Jill, Cathy's husband Helmut, Julie's
husband Charles, and the pimple-faced counter boy from the
convenience store.