Chapter 2 - The Magic Night

Dana woke up late the next morning in the same mood. Her happiness continued as she got dressed and on through her brunch. There was only one thing for a girl to do when she is that happy; Dana went shopping. She leisurely browsed and came across a sleek little spaghetti-strap, black-satin dress that fit entirely too good and made her look positively delicious. She got a pair of black, patent leather sandals with four-inch heels that her mother would definitely not have approved of, and a matching purse on sale. The day was passing all so good and the approaching evening was constantly on her mind.

She went down to City Park and strolled around the flower gardens. Every time she came across an exceptionally pretty young lady she would watch her intently and wonder, ‘Could that be Angel?’ The whole day just glowed with excitement and it all seemed to revolve around her, her secret, and what awaited her at the end of the day. She sipped wine on a restaurant balcony in the late afternoon sun like a baroness on tour. She dined in a posh downtown hotel lobby listening to a baroque quartet.

When it was time to get ready for her date Dana went back to her room, put on some light, smooth music, lit an exotically scented candle and took a long bubble bath. She rose from her bath, dried, put on her face, and then powdered her body, tending to every detail expressly for the benefit of her lover. Just like everything she had done that day, it was all done to prepare her mind for this night.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to make love to another woman? Was she pushing this or was it pushing her? She looked down at her sex, the cause of her being there for this purpose. The straggly triangular patch of hair framed the slit of her mons. Through the hair her inner labia protruded, thin and brown. Above the shriveled flaps hung it, her penis, limp and small. She lifted it between her fingers and wondered how this little piece of flesh would figure into tonight’s events.

She needed to get going. She pulled apart her inner labia and stretched them wide. She folded her clitoris down between them, and then tucked one of her labia over it and then the other over both of them. Once everything was wrapped up she brushed her red curls over it and patted it all down. This was the way she had disguised her genitals for years. Short of close inspection, it could have fooled anyone; in fact it had.

She slipped on a pair of plain, black panties and pressed the material down around her mound assuring herself it was all tucked safely away. Next came her black pantyhose which she stepped into deftly and then smoothed them slowly up each leg. Pulling them up to her waist she ran her hands over the material confiding herself in her round, firm little tushie. She looked at herself again in the mirror. This is what her lover would see. ‘Nothing scary here,’ she thought. It was the reflection of a pretty, slender, young woman, lacking in most of the curvaceous padding that drove men wild but a gracefully alluring sex partner nonetheless. Taking the little black dress she just bought from the hanger, she pulled it on over her head and zipped it up the back. She pushed the fabric around her small but pert breasts to press and center the little rascals into place. Looking back at her reflection she checked herself out. Better looking than she had dreamed, too good to keep cooped up. She fluffed up her hair a bit and stepped into her new black heels.

This was it. Dana paused at the door, took a deep breath and she was off. The restaurant was just a half a block away so for simplicity’s sake she decided to walk. She approached the diner carefully not knowing what to expect. The image flashed through her mind of some gaudily painted bimbo in clichéd street hooker garb parading around like a neon sign. She decided to take a circuitous route around the back of the building to give herself some discretionary maneuverability.

As she emerged from the backside of the restaurant she saw Angel’s car, a white Beetle-Cabriolet. Just as she saw it she noticed the woman getting out and walking around to the back of the car. The woman had thick, long, wavy, reddish-brown hair that was parted high on one side and spilled freely over her shoulders. She was very tastefully dressed wearing a tight, black maxi that clung to her every curve and a dark, flower-print blouse that seemed tailored to fit her proud, firm bosom. She stepped gracefully atop a sleek pair of three-inch pumps. As she walked to the back of her car she pulled a shawl up around her shoulders. Dana stopped and marveled at how elegantly the woman moved as she walked away from the car and slowly turned around to look about the parking lot.

Dana walked toward her. From thirty yards away she could discern how handsome this woman was. At twenty yards even more so and she began to doubt if this woman could really be a call girl let alone a lesbian. At ten yards the woman turned to face her with her head tilted slightly to one side and a slight smile of anticipation on her lips. Dana stopped and asked, “Angel?”

The woman nodded her head, smiled broadly, and said, “Dana?”

“Yes,” Dana replied, “I’m so glad to meet you.”

Angel held out her hands which Dana clasped and they extended their faces together for a welcoming peck on the cheek. “You’re so pretty,” exclaimed Angel, reaching her hand up to touch Dana’s chin, “You didn’t mention you were so pretty.” Dana blushed in quiet gratitude as the two paused and regarded each other in the dimming light.

Dana was at a loss for words. To call Angel beautiful would be a gross understatement. She was distractingly gorgeous, striking to the point of being intimidating. She was of college age but certainly no older than twenty-two. Framed by her thick waves of auburn hair was a heart-shaped face. Above her dainty chin two rich full lips blossomed surrounded by a pair of tiny dimples that danced around her mouth’s every move. Full cheeks rose under her high cheekbones. Large, clear, pale green eyes with long eyelashes beamed brightly under brows that arched exotically upward toward the outside of her face. She was flawless, every curve and line of her face was perfect, not a single feature detracted from any other. “You’re the pretty one,” was all she could say, “Why aren’t you in the movies?”

“Oh. Thank you, honey,” said Angel. Just then a large group started to come out of the restaurant, putting them on edge. “Let’s get out of the open,” she quietly suggested, “Where’s your car?”

“I walked,” said Dana motioning toward her motel, “I’m staying close by.”

Angel nodded to her car and said with a smile and a wink, “Quick, get in.”

Dana could scarcely conceal her enthusiasm, Angel was even better looking than she had anticipated and that alone was alleviating layer after layer of anxiety. Angel’s overwhelmingly appealing looks and warm reception gave this entire endeavor an air of acceptability. This evening was promising to be better than she had hoped. Once inside they turned in their seats and faced each other with excited smiles. All was hushed and still but the soft swish of passing cars. Again the two women froze and gauged each other’s eyes, especially Dana.

Angel had that natural charisma that all attractive people possess but in her case it was far more intense, exaggerated by her sensuality and the nature of this meeting. Dana felt ingratiated to be in her gaze, but to be in close proximity to her or to be the focus of her attention was almost intoxicating. She felt a peculiar thrill knowing that, if everything played out right, she was going to have sex with this woman.

“So ... are you ready for this?” Angel asked, dispensing of all pretense.

“Yes, ... I’ve been ready for a long time, ... it’s been inevitable, I guess. When you’re born like me ... you go through life facing a wider variety of options, ‘ you know? I always knew I would have to ... to try this or something like this some time. To try something like ... what I think we’re going to do. I’ve only had husband-and-family type ambitions, really, but... , “ stumbled Dana, she was nervous and it was all coming out in twisted pieces, she felt she needed to explain herself, to justify her reason for this encounter, to bare herself. It was a rare occurrence in her life when she could freely discuss her sexual nature, she wanted it clear and complete. Maybe it was Angel’s alluring demeanor or just the business nature of this one night stand but she felt she could open up to her. Angel seemed sympathetic to her struggle, patting her knee and looking into her eyes imploringly. “I’m a girl.” Dana continued with more control, “I was raised as a girl. I’ve always liked boys but ... my anatomy ... portends ... um ... suggests alternate ... possibilities that have always made me ... wonder. Just to try it once. I don’t know ... with another ... That doesn’t make me weird, does it?”

“Honey, of course not,” chided Angel, she affectionately brushed Dana’s cheek. “I run into all kinds of ladies with the same curiosity, especially college aged ones. It’s harmless, in fact it’s almost natural. Do you have somebody ... a regular guy?”

Dana was thrilled by Angel’s touch; she was so straightforward and uninhibited in her expression. “Not right now,” replied Dana, dropping her eyes in reticence. “There was a guy ... in college. But he had a hard time ... you know, dealing with it.”

“We’ll take care of that,” said Angel. She picked up Dana’s hand, brought it slowly to her face, and kissed it on the palm then held it on her lap. “I’m going to be real good to you.”

The sensuous gesture made Dana’s head spin. “How ... how about you, Angel?” asked Dana awkwardly. She sought a heartfelt exchange to match her own. “Why girls instead of guys? How did you get ... in the business?”

Her new friend chuckled, “Violett. My real name is Violett. Angel is a name C.J. gave me back when we were tight.” She looked down at her lap in self-conscious fashion, petting Dana’s hand, “I’ve always favored girls. I guess men seem too transparent to me. Women ... trade their affections at so many different levels, making love with them is so rewarding. To me, women ... are like ... beautifully wrapped packages of pretty ribbons and bows ... and inside are intricately unique prizes to release and interact with. I guess I’ve become a kind of sex fiend, every new lover is a carnival, every old lover is a cherished piece of me. Um ... the business? Well, ... I used to hang around the nightclubs to meet other girls but I got so tired of the mob scenes. It gets real crazy in there, some women even get into fights over you.” That brought a smile to Dana, she knew all about that. “C.J. used to be my steady. She works for an escort service so I go through her just to maintain some order. My favorite friends can always reach me but I find new ones through C.J ... And so, ... there I was, ... waiting for you.”

That all made sense to Dana, she felt like she was dealing with a person now and not just a service provider. “Have you had a lot of lovers?” she asked, she was becoming fascinated with this young lady.

“Quite a few. It sounds odd but I treasure them all,” said Violett. “I try to do right by them, I try to please them to the best of my ability because they give me so much joy in return. I’ll settle on just one some day. But not until I’m satisfied that I won’t be missing out on something.”

Her appeal was tugging heavily on Dana, she felt anxious to find out exactly what kind of offerings lay behind such bold claims. “I’m anxious to be your next,” she said earnestly.

“There’s no need to rush. We can stay here and get to know each other,” offered Violett, obviously in much better control of herself.

“We can get to know each other in my room, too,” pressed Dana.

Violett smiled at her wickedly and started the car. Dana directed her to her motel and a close place to park. Getting out of the car Dana led Violett across the lot and to her room. She was so excited and nervous that someone would see them. She made a quick glance over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. It all felt so cloak-and-dagger, so illicitly sinister and yet so delightfully exciting. She pulled out her room key and plied it to the doorknob. Her hands were shaking so bad she could not find the key hole.

“‘ you need some help, honey?” Violett softly asked over her shoulder.

Dana was so excited she began to giggle. “I ... I think I’ve got it.” The key sank home, she twisted the knob and the room sucked them both in. Dana quickly closed the door and locked it, switched on the light and turned to her guest. She watched Violett, surveying the room, in the soft amber light. She studied Violett’s every line and curve. She watched the shadows play over her form as she turned in the light, all the time confiding herself that this beautiful creature was hers and had come to please her and serve her desire.

After panning the room Violett faced her, smiled seductively, and let her shawl and bag fall to the floor. She placed her hands on the front of her thighs and pulled them slowly upward to rest on her hips as she posed herself. There was no doubt, this stunningly beautiful woman was born to please and she yearned for her audience’s lustful stare. The two just stood there and drank in each other.

Suddenly the phone rang, catching Dana completely off guard. No one knew she was there, who could possibly be calling her?

“That’ll be C.J.,” Violett calmly spoke, almost as if expecting the interruption. “She has to check on me every half hour to make sure I’m alright.”

‘Angel’ was a valuable asset and, of course, had to be protected. Dana shrugged and gestured toward the phone.

Picking it up Violett spoke into the receiver, “Apricot 3, 2, 1,” obviously some agreed-upon code to let C.J. know she was not under duress. “Yeah ... Well, we just got here ... Look, I’d like to skip the check-ins tonight. We want to be left alone ... I’ll take responsibility...” Then she turned to Dana, looked her up and down and smiled, “Absolutely adorable ... Later,” and hung up the phone.

She felt flattered by the remark but it was not lost on Dana for what they were in that dank, strange room. It was time to arrange things and then take possession. “We need to discuss your fee,” she said, trying hard not to let her nervousness show. She would hate to admit it but she was beginning to like the authoritative control that the roll of consumer gave her over this encounter. She was sure now; she was definitely going to enjoy this.

“‘ you mean C.J.? Don’t worry about C.J ... I’ll take care of C.J.,” said Violett as she walked over to the bathroom, opened it and peeked inside.

“But what about your fee?” asked Dana. She was a bit perplexed as Violett brushed pass her, lightly stroked her cheek, and then ducked her head inside the closet and looked around. ‘What is she looking for? Does she think I’m a cop or something?’ Dana wondered.

“That’s mostly for the bull-dykes and elites. They’re demanding,” Violett replied with a smile. Standing right in front of her she slowly reached behind Dana and slid the chain over the bracket on the door. She remained there, leaning against the door, not a foot away from Dana, crowding her, and beaming with self-assurance.

Again Dana sensed that overpowering charisma that she had experienced in the car. She felt control slipping back over to the seductress. She struggled with the notion of wrestling it back or just yielding to Violett’s charm. “H-how do we start this?” Dana asked.

Violett spoke slowly in a low, soft voice. “The gentry ... usually start with me giving them a bubble bath; they expect to be served.” Her fingers touched the back of Dana’s hand and slowly glided up her arm, “The working girls ... want me to give them a body massage first; they like to be lavished.” Her eyes followed her fingers as they moved over Dana’s shoulder and then lightly danced around the nape of her neck, “The matronly types ... prefer to give me a bath; they need to nurture and redeem me.” Violett combed her fingers through the red curls of Dana’s hair. “The diesel-dykes ... they want a strip tease. Gusto-lust, I guess,” she added in a comically flat tone. The back of her hand and fingers gently traced the features of Dana’s face, “Most of the curious first-timers ... like show and tell. They need assurance, guidance, ... cautious exploration, ... a patient companion that won’t rush ahead of them.” Violett drew herself closer, using the back of her free hand she caressed Dana’s tummy and then up between her breasts.

Dana felt like she was falling under some spell. “Which do you prefer?” she asked as an offering to her partner’s delight.

“I like romance,” said Violett. Her fingers slowly encircled the back of Dana’s neck. She pulled closer, lightly touching her cheek to Dana’s. Whispering in her ear, “I like the spontaneous reactions of an entwined embrace.” Violett’s other hand cupped behind Dana’s elbow and Dana reciprocated. “I like the singular consciousness that erupts from passion,” she continued, “I let my actions get carried by the moment.” Those words touched her so deeply.

Dana felt their breasts press against each other and then the flatness of their stomachs. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath was coming in tattered rasps. Violett turned her head, gently touched her lips to Dana’s cheek, and then drug them slowly toward Dana’s lips. A kiss was coming and Dana could hardly wait, she closed her eyes and turned her head to accept it Dana pursed her lips for the kiss and she felt the light touch of Violett’s lips brushing over hers. They traced the outline of Dana’s mouth, caressing, teasing, until Dana was trembling in anticipation of that kiss. And then it came, Violett pressed her lips full to Dana’s and they both moaned softly in relief. Dana dropped her purse, their arms locked around each other’s backs, and they pulled themselves together tightly, bringing their hips and thighs into the embrace.

Violett’s kiss was soft and tender. Her tongue slowly entered Dana’s mouth, not the darting rush and ravage of the lust-starved, but a calm push to wrap around Dana’s in its own embrace. Violett did not paw at her; one arm firmly encircled her upper back while the other hand gently pressed the back of her head. Her kiss was nourishment to the soul, loving and sublime, offered like a mother suckling her child. Dana did not cling so much as hung in Violett’s arms, the room was spinning, the world outside vanished, and she completely lost all track of time. As stunning as it was for her, she was kissing another woman - deeply - and she was losing herself in it.

She could have gladly dangled there like that all night but Violett slowly withdrew and then broke the kiss. Almost in slow motion Dana felt Violett’s lips kissing their way under her chin, along her jaw line and then down her neck. The chain of kisses trailed across Dana’s chest and she stood on her toes to aid the trek. She wanted more; she had to offer her breasts. Reaching behind her back, Dana feverishly unhooked and unzipped her dress then pulled the straps off of her shoulders. The material peeled away and cool air closed upon her exposed skin. Violett’s kisses followed as Dana’s head fell back in rapt abandonment.

Pulling Dana with her, Violett stepped backward to the bed and sat down on its edge. With her dress collapsed around her waist, Dana stood before her lover, presenting her breasts for Violett’s attention. Hesitating not to force nor hinder, Dana rested her hands on Violett’s shoulders as she ever so tenderly kissed one nipple then the other. She then gently sucked one into her mouth, rolling it between her lips while slowly gliding her tongue back and forth over the tip. Dana had never had such adoring attention paid to her breasts. She enwrapped Violett’s head with one arm and stroked her luxurious hair with her other hand.

Dana was experiencing her arousal deeply. She had been getting that squishy feeling while they kissed, her sex was responding naturally to the strong prompt of passion’s calling. Her penis was growing, stiffening, and pressing against its restraints. She felt a strong urge to free it and to press her sensitive organ against something for relief. Violett’s hands dropped slowly to Dana’s hips which were now rolling slowly forward and back. Reaching behind Dana, Violett groped for the dress’s zipper. Deftly unzipping it further, her fingers pulled the smooth fabric over Dana’s firm rump and then let the dress go to crumple at Dana’s feet. With her hands still cupped over Dana’s butt, Violett released Dana’s nipple and stood up kissing Dana’s throat all the way until coming again to Dana’s mouth. Then, more of that sweet kiss.

Dana wanted her new lover to join her nude freedom and started to feverishly unbutton her blouse. Pulling it from out of the skirt, she opened the blouse wide and pushed it over Violett’s shoulders. Violett was completely cooperative and let the garment fall off her arms. Next came her bra. Dana expertly unhooked the black, lacy brassier, slipped the straps over Violett’s shoulders and then pulled the cups away. Dana drew Violett toward herself and felt the firm mounds with their hard tips press against her own. When Violett’s naked flesh came into contact with Dana’s she moaned and hugged Dana tight. They lost themselves again in their kiss and they each pressed as much of their flesh together as they could. Their hands and arms explored each other’s backs in long undulating caresses.

It was Violett who acted first to remove her skirt. She unhooked the waist clasp at her hip and pushed down the zipper. Dana did the rest by sliding it past Violett’s round butt. Expecting panties beneath, she instead found the silky smooth fabric of a slip. She hooked her thumbs over the waistband and pushed it down to drop in the heap of clothes around their feet. As she dragged her fingertips back up she encountered the stiff, unyielding material of some kind of harness. She realized it was one of those old-fashioned garter-belts. Equipment she knew nothing about so she disregarded it.

Dana absolutely loved the embrace but she was struggling with deep urges to bring her sex into this encounter. More importantly, her swelling member was yearning to be freed and causing her some deal of discomfort. Violett must have sensed her frustration, she gently dug her fingers under the waistband of Dana’s pantyhose and panties and eased them down past Dana’s hips. The instant the restraining fabric was pushed away, Dana’s erection flew free from the clasp of the enveloping labia and sprang outward, bouncing between Violett’s thighs to rest firmly against the crotch of Violett’s panties. Relief at last.

Violett gasped at the surprise introduction and became immediately intrigued by the new participant. She moved a hand in between them and pulled back slightly. As she did, Dana’s erect member popped up toward Dana’s belly to be caught in Violett’s fingers. Violett tenderly wrapped her fingers around it and gently gauged it. Dana was spellbound that someone would finally show her secret appendage the attention it craved.

Violett wanted a closer look. Breaking their kiss, she turned them both completely around to put Dana in the light and then sank down to the floor on her knees. Unable to take her eyes off Dana’s erection, she quickly peeled down the pantyhose and helped Dana step out of them and her shoes. The look on Violett’s face was one of joyous wonder. She reached toward Dana’s genitals but then abruptly stopped and looked up to Dana as if saying, ‘May I?’ Dana stroked Violett’s head and smiled down at her. Violett’s touch was soft and slow. Her one hand delicately clasped the finger sized organ while her other hand gently spread and probed the swollen flaps of labia apart.