Oh Heels

This is the latest addition to this occasional, partly fictional, series, which is loosely based on my real story. Some parts are closely based on real events, and some exist more in the realms of my imagination. I shall leave you to decide which this one is.

Of course, all characters are over 18, by some margin, and are fully consenting adults

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Tina, a work colleague of my partner Suzy, was curious. She'd made no secret of the fact. When she first found out that Suzy was gay, it was clear that she was fascinated. Of course, Suzy quickly made it clear that she was "taken," but also that she was quite open to talking about it and answering Tina's questions, which were many.

She had been making it pretty clear at every opportunity that she was a little interested in trying a bit of sexual experimentation. Specifically, a bit of lesbian experimentation

When I say she's a "colleague," I'm being a bit ambiguous. I should explain that they don't actually work together. You may remember from early in this series that Suzy works in the fashion industry, as a "modiste" (designer) for the top fashion design house "Soie," whereas Tina is a freelance model. So, they are work "acquaintances" really.

They see each other a few times a year, often at fashion shows or trade fairs, which Tina attends mainly to keep her profile high and try to get modelling "gigs," as she calls them.

Suzy had told me that as soon as Tina learned she was gay, she would always have some questions about our relationship, or lesbian relationships in general, usually starting with 'I hope you don't mind me asking, but...'

Her curiosity had reached the point where it was almost inevitable that she would have to act upon it at some point, and Suzy asked me if I thought we should "encourage" her.

'Do you mean, invite her here and fuck her?' I said, in my typically unsubtle way.

'You have a way with words, babe, d'you know that?' said Suzy, 'But yes, in a nutshell.'

'Sure, it might be fun. Remember the threesome with Maria in Mallorca?' I beamed.

'How could I forget that. Come to think of it, it's about time we went back to see Maria again'

'Yeah, I've been thinking that... Let's concentrate on Tina for now though. Why don't you invite her to come and spend a weekend with us, with no pressure. Just to meet me and see how she feels when she's with both of us and the possibility is right there in front of her.'

'Good idea, I'll give her a call tomorrow.'

When I returned from work the next evening, it was all arranged. Suzy had invited Tina to come and stay with us for the weekend, and we'd do some shopping, go out on the town, some cycling (happily, Tina also enjoys cycling) and, with a bit of luck and a following wind, some other... Stuff.

I should explain that Suzy and I were almost living together at this point. We both have our own houses, but they are about an hour apart and our places of work are even further separated than that. However, Suzy had arranged to work from home a lot of the time, so she was free to spend most weeks with me.

It was a good arrangement, and one that meant we were having sex much more than we used to, and masturbating less, apart from an occasional mutual masturbation session, which was just one of our little games.

Anyway, the weekend was arranged, and it was a beautifully warm and sunny Saturday morning when Tina arrived with her swanky electric mountain bike on the roof of the car. Suzy and I came out of the house to greet her, and Suzy did introductions.

We shook hands, quite formally, and took each other in. She was just like I imagined; tall, slim, and chic. She had her bronze-blonde hair scraped back into a neat bun, sporting a brightly coloured scrunchie, and a pair of very large, very black shades, which she removed and placed on top of her head. Now, I could see her face properly, and it was quite stunning, really.

She had exquisite bone structure, with high cheekbones spare cheeks and a fine, tapered jawline. Her eyes were blue, but not a dazzling pale blue, an intense, deep sapphire. Her nose was small and upturned, making her nostrils quite exposed in a not-unattractive way, and her lips were full and perfectly shaped. It was a slightly quirky but quite beautiful face, as befits a fashion model.

'Hey, so glad to meet you, Lissy,' she beamed, showing her startling white teeth. 'I've heard SO much about you.'

'Have you?' I said, giving Suzy a look. 'All good, I hope.'

'Oh, of course. Suze always talks about you with a goofy smile on her face. Do you know how much this woman loves you?'

'I think I have a vague idea,' I said with a smirk.

'Hey, best not leave your bike there while we are out. Too tempting for any young scallies,' said Suzy, and we helped her to take it down off the roof rack and put it in the garage. Then we went indoors for cool drinks because it was an unusually hot day for north-west England.

I showed her the spare room ('Oo, nice, I like this') and she put her case in there, then joined us at the kitchen table.

I mixed up some Tinto Verano, a simple version of Sangria, made with red wine, Sprite, and soda water, but without the fruit and cinnamon etc. and we sat chatting for a while.

Tina took a sip of her drink and said, 'Oh, that's perfect.'

I struggled to identify her accent, which was definitely northern, rather than the estuarine or more rhotic accents of the south, but I couldn't quite place it. In the end, I had to ask.

'Oh, I'm from all over the place, me. I was actually born in Wales, but I spent some of my childhood in Manchester, and some of my teens in Sheffield, before I moved to where I am now' (which was York). So that explained her slightly ambiguous accent.

Our plan for the day was to go into town for some lunch, then do a spot of shopping, then a bit of an early evening pub crawl, before returning home, probably slightly tipsy but very relaxed, around 9 or 10pm. Whatever happened then would just happen, or not.

Our taxi arrived and we headed for a favourite restaurant which served Sardinian cuisine. Similar to Italian, but with a more rustic and seafoody twist.

We must've made a striking trio as we alighted from the taxi in the middle of town and walked across the road to the restaurant. We are all taller than average, though Tina is the tallest, all wearing summer dresses, sunglasses and strappy sandals. We were the Girls of Summer.

Inside, we were shown to a table that was flanked on both sides by tables with noisy boys. There was a local football derby match on that afternoon, and they were obviously eating before going there. They were already well on the way to being as drunk as skunks, and their lecherous looks made us feel uncomfortable, so we asked to be moved.

As we stood up to follow the waitress, I murmured to her, 'As far away as possible,' and she chuckled slightly.

She showed us to a table in a quiet corner, saying 'This one is only for two really, but I can bring another chair if you think it's big enough?'

We all nodded at each other. It seemed plenty big enough to me. A little intimate, but nice and cosy. She brought a chair and we sat.

It being lunchtime, we only ordered 2-plate meals; just primo piatto and secondo, and they were damn good. Tina ordered Oysters alla Tarantina, which I thought was an interesting choice.

'Hmm, Oysters alla Tarantina, eh?' I said. 'Are you seeking an aphrodisiac, or is it just because your name is in there?'

She took a sip of wine, and looked at me over the rim of the glass with those deep blue eyes. 'Bit of both, maybe.'

The talk inevitably skirted round towards sex. After all, the only reason we were together was because of her talk with Suzy, and her desire to experiment.

'Suzy tells me that lesbian sex is about caressing, kissing, and oral, and that you don't rely on toys much,' she said.

'Well, yeh. It all depends on how much of a need for penetration you have, I guess. It's nothing like straight sex though. It's a wholly different experience.

Tina nodded. 'Yeah, with most men, it's ALL about the penetration...' Suzy started thrusting a breadstick in and out of her mouth in a lewd and suggestive manner and we all cackled.

'Yeahh, they'll do a bit of foreplay. Some seem to actually like eating pussy, and most of them want a blow job...' She looked at the ceiling and rolled her eyes, '...but it's just that; "foreplay." She made air quotes. 'Just a precursor to the main event.'

'Yep, I agree completely, and all the slang terminology -- almost all male-invented -- suggests that the actual, animalistic act of copulation is what sex is all about.'

'But lesbian sex is obviously not about, copulation,' Suzy said, 'and that's what makes it so different. It's about intimacy, sensuality, and the pleasure of both partners. Not driven by a guy eager to "get his rocks off."

Tina smiled. 'Well, you certainly make it sound good... I heard that the majority of women who try it later in life -- I mean, after 30 -- don't become bisexual, they actually make the turn completely, and don't go back to men.'

Suzy and I were both nodding. 'That's how it was for us,' I said. 'I mean, by the time you're in your 30s, you've already given straight sex a pretty good go, haven't you..?'

We finished our meals, paid the bill, and set off on a bit of a shopping spree. We took her to the lingerie shop that we took Suzy's other work colleague, Annie, to a few years back, and I was intrigued to see how Tina reacted to shopping for undies with two lesbians.

As you may recall from part 9 of this series, Annie had taken it completely in her stride, and Tina did too. We picked out items we liked, and compared our tastes, which were a little different.

Tina said, 'You two are more shapely than me, and much more busty, so you can carry things off that I couldn't. I'm much more linear, so I suit a different look.'

'Yeah, I guess that's true,' said Suzy, holding a black satin camisole up against herself.

'You have figures for bustiers, basques and balconettes, whereas I'm more of a high-cut panties and low cut bras kinda gal.'

As you'd expect from a model, she had a fantastic grasp of what would look good on her, and us too, and when the shop assistant came to ask if we needed any help, she just coolly said 'No thanks, we're fine,' with a disarming little smile.

We browsed for a while, then bought a few items, nothing extravagant, just things to add some options to our lingerie wardrobes, then continued with our tour of just about every women's clothes and shoe shop in the town.

Women are supposed to love this but, to be honest, I find it quite exhausting. Don't get me wrong, I love the things I buy, but the actual process of a marathon shop, I find a bit of a trial.

Mid-marathon, I suggested we stop for a drink, and we ensconced ourselves in the shady yard of the Albion Inn, with ice cold beer mojitos, and chattered about clothes and lingerie, and women.

We also played a little lesbian game of would you or wouldn't you. One of us would point out a woman, and the others would have to say whether they would or wouldn't take her to bed, given the chance.

While we were chatting, a woman came into the beer garden, with a guy in tow, sadly. She was probably mid-twenties, quite busty, with long black hair, held back off her face by a white headscarf, and she was wearing a low-cut vest top and short denim shorts which really showed off her peachy bum. There was no need for pointing, we all looked at each other wide-eyed and nodding.

They smiled at us and sat at a table not far away, and the boyfriend couldn't keep his eyes off us. After a while, I definitely saw her give him a sharp nudge of rebuke. Silly boy. Give your girl the attention she deserves.

We continued our chat; 'When you see a woman like her,' I said to Tina, 'what goes through your head as a straight woman?'

'Well, of course I can see how attractive she is. I've spent years working with the fashion and cosmetic industries, surrounded by models, gorgeous clothes, and female beauty. I don't think you can do that without being acutely aware of feminine allure.'

'But do you ever feel a sexual attraction to them?'

She looked at me. 'Well, of course. That's one of the reasons I'm sitting here, isn't it? I've admitted this to Suzy, some time ago.'

'Suzy was nodding. 'For Lissy and me, our turning went through six distinct stages: First, the acknowledgement of the sexual attraction, second, curiosity -- what would it be like -- third, intent -- the resolve to do something about it - fourth, action -- actually taking steps towards making it happen -- fifth, consummation -- DOING IT -- and sixth, revelation -- the realisation that it's the best fucking thing on the planet,' she grinned. 'You're in the middle of stage four, Tina, and I think Lissy and I can help you with stages five and six... If you want.'

She didn't say anything at first, she just looked at us with a coy smile on her face and then, eventually, said 'Maybe.'

We continued with our shopping spree, but eventually, fatigue and the call of the bar turned it into more of a pub crawl. We lugged our shopping bags from pub to pub, trying various cocktails, then moved onto wine spritzers, and eventually ended up in a designer pub near the train station, called "The Buffers."

We indulged in a typically British pub snack -- Scotch eggs and Branston pickle -- had another wine spritzer, then basically crumpled. We had definitely hit the buffers.

I called a taxi, and soon we were stumbling through my front door, with lots of heavy exhalations, puffed out cheeks, and sighs of 'Ooh,' and 'Ohh,' and 'Jeez.'

We dumped our shopping in a heap, and Suzy and Tina flopped on the sofa while I went into the kitchen and poured us three glasses of rosé. Well you have to have a nightcap, don't you?

I assumed that sex was out of the question, but when I came back to the sofa they were kissing! 'Hey, hands off my girlfriend,' I said in a mock-stern tone.

'Sorry, Lissy,' said Tina, 'but I've been wanting to do that for... months, and I've been suffering all day.' She turned back to Suzy and they resumed the kiss, which was rather sozzled and sloppy.

I didn't really mind - it was good to see her so uninhibited -- but I wanted some. I sat down next to Tina and said, 'When's my turn?' and she immediately turned to me for a snog. It was a clumsy, cocktail-fuelled kiss, heavy with tongue and drooly saliva, but there was no mistaking her desire. She was into it. She really wanted this.

I still thought sex would be better in the morning, but Tina's drunken desire was getting the better of her. Her hands were all over my breasts, kneading and groping, and I noticed Suzy's hand copping a feel of her slender thigh.

She suddenly broke the kiss and slid off the sofa, turning around to kneel on the rug at our feet. Her hands were feverishly pushing up our dresses, and grabbing our knickers. 'Show me,' she said and we were just carried along. We helped her pull our knickers off and we lay there, legs apart, dresses up around our waists, and pussies on full display.

She gazed at us, slack-jawed, her eyes flitting from Suzy's sex to mine and back again, and I said, 'Spoilt for choice?'

She made a low growling noise and raked her fingers through both our pubes. 'Oohhh, hairy. I love it.' Then she homed in on Suzy's pussy.

I didn't feel rejected. After all, she knew Suzy much better. It was Suzy who she'd had all the conversations with, and Suzy who had perhaps become an object of desire for her. Suzy was the obvious choice.

As Tina moved in on her sex, Suzy spread her legs wider and teased her pussy lips apart with her elegant fingers. I love the way she does that, and I let out an involuntary little groan. It looked like Tina was going to get straight into the pussy eating, with absolutely no beating about the... er, bush.

My mouth was watering vicariously as I watched, and Tina brought her face close and inhaled Suzy's sex smell. Her lips were spread open and her clit was standing proud and shiny, and Tina's tongue came out and touched that hot little button. I had done that so many times I could almost taste it, and my hand moved automatically to my own clit.

Suddenly, Tina struggled to her feet, saying 'Sorry...' and she dashed to the bathroom. Seconds later, we could hear her retching. She was throwing up her guts. First time cunnilingus when drunk was probably not the best idea.

Suzy and I looked at each other ruefully, then we got up, put our knickers back on, and straightened our dresses. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, then I tapped on the bathroom door and handed it in to her. 'You OK?'

'Yeh,' she croaked. 'Sorry.'

'No need to be zorry. We're all a bit worse for wear. God knowzz how many cocktails and spritzers we've had.' I was slurring my words slightly. We'd come down to Earth with bump.

I went and sat on the sofa with Suzy again and we waited for Tina to emerge, which she eventually did, looking a bit chastened. 'Sorry babes, That was so embarrassing.'

'Stop apologising. You think that hasn't happened to us after a few too many scoops?'

'Has it?' She looked doubtful.

'More or less, yeh.'

'I don't think it was about the... pussy. I was enjoying myself. Looking forward to it. It was... Well, I don't know what the hell it was.'

'No need to explain it,' said Suzy. 'Let's just get to bed. We'll be good as new in the morning.' We retired, rather wearily. Suzy and I to our room, and Tina to the spare. Tomorrow would be a brand new day.

***

I'm lucky enough to hardly ever suffer from hangovers, but I did have a bit of a thick head as I tottered down to the kitchen at 8:30 in the morning. I started making coffee, getting out some cereals, and cutting up fruit. ''Come and choose your breakfasts,' I shouted, and after some moaning and groaning, faffing about in the bathroom etc, they appeared, displaying their ruffled dawn faces; no makeup, hair all over the place, and looking grumpy. They were both still beautiful.

We selected our cereals and fruit, poured milk, and sat there munching. 'So, how are you feeling this morning?' I asked. 'Oh not bad,' said Suzy. 'I've been worse.'

'So, ready for a big bike ride then?'

She looked alarmed. 'A BIG bike ride?'

'I'm joking, we'll just ride out to the Abbey caff and back.'

'Phew, I thought you had one of your mad heads on again'

I leaned over to Tina. 'Only about 20 miles, there and back.'

She nodded, but I could tell she was musing on something. I gave her a quizzical look.

'I can't stop thinking about last night. I was almost there. THIS far away.' She made a tiny gap with her finger and thumb.

'Yeh, but it doesn't matter. It wasn't your only opportunity, you know.'

'Yeh, just wait til this aft,' said Suzy, 'You'll have more opportunities than you can shake twenty sticks at.'

She chuckled. 'Is that a promise?'

'Oh, baby, it's a guarantee.'

We got kitted up in our cycling gear - Lycra shorts and loose MTB tops - and got the bikes out of the garage. Suzy and I both have fairly high-spec Canyon mountain bikes, but we knew we'd be at a disadvantage compared to Tina's e-assisted beastie. Still, the route wasn't especially hilly, so I thought we'd be OK.

And so it proved. Things were obviously a little easier for Tina on the few small hills en-route, but she's not at all competitive, and she never tried to burn us off or anything.

I think we were all a bit hungover, but the combination of fresh air and gentle exercise, and guzzling electrolyte drinks from our drink bottles, soon made us feel better. Well, it did me, anyway.

We rode out through the suburbs, using the canal towpath, then joined quiet lanes in the countryside, which took us to the little village of Quinmore, which Suzy and I always refer to as "quim more," or "more quim."