Aditi's Awakening

The cool autumn breeze swept through the door and sent a chill through the crowded and lively bar. It was one of those local places with sports on TV and pool tables in the back. Aditi felt out of place as she shrugged out of her coat. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone out to a bar. She had a glass of wine now and then at home, but she never had any time to get out of the house and have some adult fun with her friends. Not that she had any left these days.

She sighed and sat down at an aged wooden table with creaking chairs, brushing back her dark curls from her round, brown-skinned face. The blouse and dark pants she wore were new, part of the new look. Sarah sat across from her, dressed in an orange sweater that hinted at autumn, her hair up in a nice sensible bun. Kind eyes glanced at Aditi, sympathy visible in them. Sympathy that came from the right place, but only served to make the woman feel worse about her situation.

"I think the new clothes look great. The underwear too," Sarah said, patting Aditi's hand.

"Oh god, don't talk about that here," Aditi said, blushing. "I can't believe you talked me into getting it."

"You're single now! You need sexy clothes. You'll find a new man, I promise you."

Aditi bit her lip. While Sarah, quite possibly the only friend she had left, knew she was divorced, she didn't know all the details. That Aditi's husband had cheated on her with a man and stolen money from their business. That Aditi, in turn, had cheated on her husband and found proof of his misdeeds, using them to escape from their unhappy, sexless marriage with a full share of the business and full custody of their son.

And of course, she hadn't mentioned that she had been unfaithful with a woman twenty years younger than her. Six months later, she was out on her own, liberated, and completely shunned by her family and Indian community. Perhaps that was why she was here, in a town hundreds of miles from home, visiting her old friend Sarah.

"I need a drink," Aditi said, getting up. "What do you want?"

Sarah shrugged. "Get me a glass of wine. Any red." She pulled out her phone and opened up her email. Few things had changed since the last time she'd seen Sarah. Still obsessed with work. But at least her husband seemed to like her. Aditi was at least glad Chetan got along with Sarah's son Max. He'd had a hard time since most of their family friends stopped inviting Aditi to functions.

They didn't know what she'd done, only that a divorced woman wasn't to be talked to. Bitterly, Aditi almost wished they knew what she'd done. And how good it had felt, to make furious, desperate love to another woman.

She placed her elbows down at the bar. "Two glasses of pinot noir," she said, almost resignedly. The wine wouldn't chase away the loneliness, nor the strangely new feeling of what she could only describe as sexual frustration. She didn't think anyone would want to date a single mother like her, man or woman. Even though she'd started working out and lost some weight, she'd been lucky enough to find Jessica once. The young woman had moved away, and in any case, Aditi couldn't afford to be tied up with someone so young. It wasn't fair to either of them.

She didn't know what she was, anyway. A lesbian? A bisexual? Growing up with conservative Indian parents, those concepts had never been clear to her. And now she was confused.

Aditi felt someone brush by her. She turned her head, and felt her lips part in surprise. An East Asian woman with dark hair, buzzed tight on one side, stood beside her. She was dressed a little more garishly than most in her, with a bright blue tank top with yellow, stylized letters on it Aditi couldn't quite read, and torn, stonewashed jeans that tucked into Converses. Her muscular right arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos.

"Sorry," the woman said, grinning easily at Aditi. Though she wasn't all that tall, she was taller than Aditi - which wasn't saying much. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, so about ten to fifteen years younger than Aditi. "Never seen you here. I'm here all the time."

Aditi licked her lips nervously. She was not quite aware of why she was nervous. Perhaps because she'd never met a woman this muscular, or dressed so strangely, with such unique hair and tattoos. This was exactly the kind of girl her parents had told her not to be.

"Um," Aditi said, hoping her Indian accent would not be a source of mockery for the intense woman, "I'm from Texas. I'm visiting my friend over there," Aditi said, pointing at Sarah, who was eyeing them with curiosity.

"Oh, I know Mrs. Chase," the woman said, waving at her. "I teach shop at the local high school, and she's on the PTA. I'm Lisa. Lisa Xu," she said, extending her hand to Aditi.

Aditi shook it, almost gasping at the firmness of its grip. Her eyes flicked over Lisa's biceps. Imagined, briefly, being gripped and pulled up by them, manhandled - or rather, womanhandled. She blushed.

"Aditi Sen. Well, actually, Aditi Pandya now."

"Divorced?"

Aditi waggled her bare fingers. "Six months." She giggled nervously. "I don't know why I just admitted that to a complete stranger."

Lisa laughed. "I've heard I'm easy to talk to. But hey, I'm going to shoot some pool and let you get back to your friend. Have a good one." Lisa's fingers seemed to trail lightly over Aditi's wrist as she turned away and grabbed her beer. Aditi felt her breath hitch in her throat and she returned to Sarah's table with burning cheeks.

She was lucky she was brown, or Sarah would have known in an instant.

"You met Ms. Xu, huh? She's kind of strange, but a good teacher," Sarah said absently. "Cheers."

"Cheers," Aditi said. "Strange how?" she said, trying not to sound too curious.

"Well, you see how she dresses. Not like most folks in this town. But she's a great teacher so we never had a problem with it. Or, you know," Sarah said, lowering her voice, her eyes flicking about warily.

"What?" Aditi said, leaning in, her heart racing eagerly.

"It's not a big deal. To most people." Sarah giggled then, as she often did before sharing gossip. "She's supposedly gay. And there were rumors she slept with a few of the PTA moms. But it's just gossip."

Aditi felt her cheeks grow only hotter. "Oh? Gossip is gossip." But she found she quite liked that gossip.

Sarah nodded and took a long sip of her wine. "Right well, let's find you a man to talk to."

"Sarah!" Aditi protested. "I'm not ready."

"Fine. After the next drink!" They laughed and drank and watched a football game Aditi couldn't even begin to comprehend. As the night proceeded, Aditi noticed the looks of a few of the older men in the bar, but even more so, she felt Lisa's eyes on her. Quick, casual glances, but the intensity in her dark eyes felt hot on Aditi's skin. When she turned around and walked across the room, she could swear Lisa's eyes burned holes into the seat of her tight pants as leaned back, a pool cue over her shoulders.

Aditi felt a warmth in her loins that she had found all too often the past six months. After finally discovering real pleasure in the arms of a woman, she had been prone to fantasies and longings, and had even succumbed to clandestine bouts of self-pleasure after she had put her son to bed. But she had never imagined that she would see another woman the way she had seen her prior lover, Jessica, nor that she would see it too.

Even Sarah seemed to notice it. "She's been looking at you," she whispered, rosy-cheeked from the booze.

"Shut up," Aditi said, a little tipsy herself. "There's no way."

"Definitely." Sarah's lips parted, a bit awestruck. "Like, just a few seconds here and there. But definitely. Wow!"

Aditi raised her head and turned, just a bit. Lisa took a shot, and the ball cracked across the pool table. Their eyes met. Lisa's tongue scraped across her lips. There was no mistaking that hunger in her eyes. She was a lioness, and she had spotted her next meal.

Aditi looked back at Sarah, feeling suddenly panicked. "What should I do?" She felt like a school girl again.

"Ignore her, right? You're not a lesbian." Sarah waved her hand dismissively, but something in Aditi's expression gave her away. "I mean, you're not? Shit, I've known you for fifteen years Aditi, I think I'd know."

"What if I didn't know?" And before she knew what she was doing, she was spilling all the sordid details of her torrid lesbian affair. Three encounters, each better than the one before. And her desires, so long dormant, now roared aggressively. The flames inside her smoked and growled for the muscular woman at the pool table.

Sarah listened, quietly, eyes wide, then narrowed, and finally, with a somber face. She didn't speak for a while, as she contemplated what Aditi had said. Then she smiled. "If it makes you happy, Aditi, you should explore. I mean, you have a right to happiness. To pleasure."

Aditi flushed. "That's kind of you. But I can't. I mean, it's bad enough to be a single, divorced mother in Indian culture. But I can't be a... lesbian, too," she whispered, as though it were a bad omen.

Sarah leaned over and pinched Aditi's cheek affectionately. "Don't worry about it. Don't think about labels. Just do what you want. I mean, why else did you end your marriage? If you're not going to live now, you never will."

"So what do I do?"

Sarah pointed at Lisa. Aditi turned around. The shop teacher gestured to the other side of the pool table. A pool cue leaned there. "I think you know what to do."

Aditi swallowed and stood up. She walked over to the pool table.

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Pool, it turned out, was much harder than she remembered it being. She'd played once in a while, with her husband, before her son. He had never been the man of her dreams, but he hadn't been so neglectful and uncaring in the beginning. After she got pregnant, he changed. Things were never the same. Lisa was easy to talk to. She listened, barely spoke, and when she did, her words were kind.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lisa said, her eyes dark and somber. "But he's gone. Let me help you with that shot." She stood behind Aditi, her hands guiding the woman's positioning, adjusting her arms. Aditi felt her breath on her neck, her legs pressed against her own hindquarters, and tried not to whimper in anticipation. "Try now."

She took the shot. The white ball struck the six ball and sent it straight into the pocket, like a bullet from a rifle. Aditi laughed and clapped her hands in delight. She did not fail to notice that Lisa had rested her hand on her ass, giving it a light squeeze. Aditi turned around and realized that their faces were so close to one another.

"You know..." Aditi said, feeling the heat suffuse her cheeks as she felt Lisa's hands slide up her hips, "I should really be going. My son is at my friend's house."

"Come on," Lisa said. Her intensity flickered away for a moment, replaced with a bit of mischief. "You don't want to go home. You want to come with me."

Aditi felt a bit irritated at the presumptiveness. "You know, you have a lot of nerve. Do I really look like the kind of woman who just goes home with strangers?"

Lisa laughed and stepped back. "Not at all. But that's exactly why I want to take you home." She drained the last of her beer. "I don't like easy women who just want to play around. I like women who are complex. Who deserve to befucked," she said, hissing the word into Aditi's ear, "properly."

Aditi felt her loins dampen at Lisa's words. What was happening to her? She'd never had a one night stand in her life. Even when she'd slept with Jessica, it had been different. Jessica had been her employee, her friend. Not a stranger she'd met in a bar.

"I... I don't know," Aditi said.

Lisa shrugged and pulled on her jacket. "I'm going to go have a smoke by my truck. It'll take me about seven minutes, I think." The implication was clear. She turned around and walked away, not looking back. Aditi watched her go. It was torture.

Sarah came up to her, and rested a hand on her arm. "Struck out?" she said softly.

"No, she invited me home."

"Eek!' Sarah said. Her voice grew to an excited pitch and Aditi had to shush her. "Go with her. She's not some axe murderer, Aditi, she teaches high school shop."

"That's not the problem! I'm a mother. Chetan's at your house."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "David told me that he and Max are already asleep. You'll be back before they wake up. And even if you aren't, we can watch Chetan for a bit.

Aditi's hands shook and she pressed them together. "What will people think?" She thought she could feel the eyes of everyone in the bar, though almost no one remained at this late hour.

Sarah wrapped her arms around her friend. "Listen to me, Aditi. If you don't want to go with her, you really don't, then don't. But if you do, if any part of you does, I think you should. Because you deserve to have some fucking fun for once!"

Aditi looked at her friend and smiled, her eyes sparkling with tears. "Thanks Sarah." She embraced her back. "You're a good friend. My only friend."

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Lisa let the cigarette fall to the ground, a little smoky stub. She crushed it under her boot. "Just in time," she said. "Thought you weren't going to show."

Aditi puffed herself up, shivering despite the coat wrapped around her. "Come on. I'm not a chicken." At least, not tonight.

Lisa opened the car door for her and helped her into the truck. Her fingers slid along Aditi's plump thigh. Aditi turned her head, and their lips met, briefly. A few quick pecks, just the graze of each other's tongues against each other's lips. Lisa's lips tasted of smoke, a smell that wrinkled Aditi's nostrils, yet tickled her cunt.

Lisa drove them home through the quiet town. Aditi noticed her trunk bed was full of equipment. "Lots of gear. I don't know what half of it is," she said, nervously. Her cheeks were flushed and she smoothed back her dark curls

"I do some construction work on and off. It's how I afford my place even though I'm just a teacher," Lisa said. While she drove, she slid her hand over Aditi's thigh, rubbing her, a thumb dragging its way on the inner side, almost reaching her nethers, but not quite. Aditi felt her legs spreading, unconsciously, lips parted in a silent plea as brown leaves skittered over the windshield.

"That must be hard," she managed to say, as her panties grew damp. "I run a credit union and a lot of my customers are teachers. It's tough sometimes, to see how hard they make it for the people who do so much for her."

Lisa smiled gently as she turned into her driveway. Her thumb lightly scraped over the thin fabric of Aditi's pant crotch, finally teasing out a squeaky moan from the woman. They tumbled out from the truck and into the cold. Lisa grabbed Aditi by the thighs and lifted her up, just as the woman had fantasized about, staggering forward until she reached the door of her red ranch-style house. Aditi felt her back against the door, her legs wrapped around Lisa's waist, as their tongues twisted desperately inside each other's mouths. Lisa unlocked the door with one hand, clearly practiced at this little move and carried Aditi inside.

The house smelled of sawdust and something else Aditi didn't recognize, but filled her with nostalgia. Sloppy kisses trailed down Lisa's jaw as the woman took her through the messy foyer, filled with half-finished whittling projects. "Sorry for the mess," Lisa grunted in apology, placing Aditi on the counter of her kitchen, dim light buzzing from fluorescent light above. "Do you want anything?"

"Just you," Aditi said, feeling suddenly bold, breathless still from the kisses. Lisa grinned and in response, unzipped Aditi's pants. Aditi gasped and hurled off her coat, before starting to unbutton her blouse. Her pussy was aching, ready to finally be fucked as Lisa had promised. Her nipples hardened, exposed to the cool air of the kitchen, as Lisa yanked her pants and heels off, onto the kitchen floor. She felt her legs rise, lifted up over Lisa's shoulders. Aditi looked up into Lisa's dark, hungry eyes, tugging at her own nipples with a wanton moan.

"Cute panties," Lisa said. She hooked her teeth into the fabric and began to tug them down.

"They're new," Aditi said, her voice a desperate whisper. "Be careful." Lisa pulled them up her legs with her teeth, half way, and then ducked her head underneath so that the pink lacy things hung around Aditi's ankles, above Lisa's short and half-shaved hair. Hot breath nuzzled the folds of Aditi's pussy as Lisa sniffed her way through the wiry grass of her mons.

Aditi twisted her legs and hips, unable to comprehend where she was. Naked, lying on the cold hard counter of a stranger's kitchen, as a younger woman ate her out. Lisa's tongue was hot, insistent, and powerful. It practically scraped her labia, and Aditi shrieked as her hips bucked and smeared her arousal over the granite counter top. Her hands twisted around and gripped the edges of the table, trying to hold on as Lisa performed upon her.

She was a great artist with her tongue, much more experienced than Jessica, so much so that Aditi found herself on the precipice of climax very early. But Lisa would not give her satisfaction so early, her tongue mischievously dancing around the pearl of Aditi's cunt, and instead drifting lower to her taint, her fingers pulling apart the sizable cheeks of her ass.

"Oh, oh, oh, ohfuck," Aditi panted, shocked that she had cursed, as she normally never did. But it was hard to avoid cursing when Lisa's long, wet, almost reptilian tongue was slapping and sliding around her anus. It sent little sparks of pleasure skittering up her spine. Lisa was slurping and sucking on Aditi's asshole as though it were sorbet, causing the older woman to gurgle and trill out an incomprehensible series of pleasurable utterances as she writhed and squeaked over the slippery countertop.

She did not understand how Lisa picked her up, swung her over her shoulders like a rag doll with those powerful muscular arms. She only knew that her cunt was weeping, crying out for orgasm, and that tears flooded her eyes as she pleaded and whined, crying that it was unfair, that she needed it, and oh, please, please, please give it to her.

Aditi felt herself thrown on the couch, legs splayed wide. She looked down at her cunny, in bloom and slick, leaving a shiny spot on the cool leather. Lisa stood over her, grinning wickedly. "Wait right there," she said. Then she walked away, leaving Aditi alone, shivering with both cold and arousal. Her fingers rubbed desperately at her pussy, though she felt guilty, shameful. She knew, somehow, that she ought not chase her own pleasure, that it was Lisa's alone. Aditi pulled her fingers away, reluctantly, and on a whim, placed them in her own mouth. She tasted herself, and knew her scent. Jasmine and coconut now mixed with the smell of sawdust and nostalgia in the house.

She felt a shadow above her and looked up, to a delicious sight. Lisa stood on the couch above her, gloriously nude, tattoos bedecking her body like a dress to explore. Her thighs were muscular, like her arms, and her cunt was pale and tight and wrinkled, different from the puffiness of her own. She had shaved her dark pubic hair into a tight landing strip. Her smell was oily, sweet, with a touch of citrus.

Wordlessly, she squatted down. Aditi had never done this before, never had a woman place her firm, muscular ass upon her face. But she responded without hesitation. Her tongue began to lap away, an eager, hungry devotee of Lisa's pussy. She tasted different than Jessica. Less virginal and floral, more smoky, thick. Her wetness coated Aditi's tongue as she began to ride with those glorious legs and ass.