Chapter 3: Valentine's Day

Laura Miller glanced at her watch for the millionth time; Jesus, time was standing still. It was Friday afternoon, February 13th, and she had an hour left before she could leave work for the day. Laura was not normally so antsy to depart; she had not become the youngest branch manager at the bank by being slothful. Tonight, however, she had plans. It had been an arduous week and she was ready to let her hair down.

She shook her head in wonder. Imagine that, she was Laura Miller, the poster girl for prim and proper only two months ago. Now she was champing at the bit to get off work so she could go barhopping. Of course, things would be different if Robby were around, but he was in Tampa at a band competition. So tonight, she and Jenna Billings were going to Kelso's, a huge new bar in downtown Orlando. Jenna had somehow snagged tickets to 'Thunder Down Under' an all-male dance review that was the hottest show in town.

Jenna had turned out to be a great person and a good friend once Laura had gotten over her little spate of jealousy. She and Jenna talked on the phone often and saw each other a couple of times a week. Jenna was still touchy-feely, but was not overtly sexual towards Laura. Laura did not know if she was relieved or disappointed about that. It was like being a teenager again, her discovering her sexuality. She had gone twenty-six years without giving sex much of a thought; now she was making up for lost time with a vengeance. "Oh my", she thought, squeezing her thighs together, all this thinking about sex was getting her hot. Her man had been gone for three days and she was ready to climb the walls. Robby was in for some serious lovemaking when he came home tomorrow.

The clock finally completed its slow motion journey to five. Laura bid her co-workers goodbye and had to keep from running to her car. She fired up her Lexus and made the trip home in record time.

Jenna showed up at six on the dot. Laura was just toweling her hair from the shower when Jenna rang the bell. Laura slipped on her robe, hustled to the door, and let her friend in. Jenna was carrying a garment bag and a small suitcase; she still wore the clothes she had taught in that day.

"I thought I'd get ready over here to save time," Jenna said.

"Of course, Jen; I'd love the company," Laura answered.

Jenna followed Laura up to her bedroom and dropped her bags on the bed. To Laura's surprise, Jenna started stripping off her clothes.

"Do you mind if I use your shower?" Jenna asked.

Laura shook her head as she tried not to make it obvious that she was checking out Jenna's body. Jenna seemed oblivious to Laura's flickering gaze as she nonchalantly disrobed. Wow, was she built, Laura thought. She looked good naked, not something every woman could claim. Laura's eyes were drawn immediately to the skin her bikini covered. All the good parts stood out starkly white. Jenna's voice drew Laura out of her trance.

"Do you think these sag to much to go braless?" Jenna asked, hold up her breasts.

Laura shook her head emphatically.

"No, they are the biggest, firmest real ones I've ever seen," Laura said almost reverently.

"Oh, aren't you sweet!" Jenna exclaimed.

She gave Laura a little kiss on the lips them spun around and headed to the bathroom. Jenna did not shut the door and Laura stared to her hearts content as her friend bent over and adjusted the water. Jenna's ass was as voluptuous as her breasts. Laura wondered how Robby could give all that up for her own scrawny body.

By seven-thirty, they were dressed and out the door. Jenna said they would eat at Red Lobster first, and then head over to Kelso's for the ten o'clock show. They had a nice conversation over lobster bisque. Jenna did most of the talking, regaling Laura with stories of the antic in her classroom.

They arrived at Kelso's at nine-thirty, Jenna turned in her tickets, and they got their hands stamped.

"Enjoy the show, ladies," leered the bouncer at the door. "If you need anything ask for Ralph. That's me, and I can take care of anything you might need."

Jenna gave Ralph her second most devastating smile as she squared her shoulders and thrust out her formidable rack. She laid her hand on his muscular forearm, digging her carmine tipped fingers lightly into his skin.

"Anything, Ralph?" she simpered.

Ralph gulped. "Anything at all," he said shakily.

Jenna laughed gaily and pulled Laura into the rapidly filling bar. Laura followed meekly, still in awe at Jenna's performance at the door. Jenna had to be the most seductive and sexy woman she had ever met. Her interplay with the bouncer bore immediate fruit as Ralph waved one of the other bouncers over. He nodded toward Jenna and Laura and whispered something in the guy's ear. The other man caught up with them.

"This way, ladies; I have a table up front for you," he said.

Jenna took his arm, then turned around and blew Ralph a kiss. The bouncer took them to a table for six right on the edge of the dance floor and makeshift stage. He held the two empty chairs out for them, told them to enjoy, and then disappeared. All the women at her table were pretty and sexy. Laura figured that the bouncers put them all in good seats hoping at least one of them would show their appreciation later. Laura thought she should have been offended but damn, they were the best seats in the house.

Jenna ordered them both some sort of exotic sounding drink as they made conversation with their tablemates. The drink was delicious, tasting as if there were hardly any alcohol in the sweet concoction. Laura was on her second mai tai when the show started and having a wonderful time. The show was incredible. Laura had never seen so many sexy hunks in the flesh in her life. Jenna was keeping her in stitches as she described their obvious attributes in explicit language. Laura even overcame her shyness and was stuffing dollar bills in the dancers G-strings before the night was over. In return, she received some hot kisses and some of the dancers even copped a feel or two.

Jenna drove them home; she had had only one drink to Laura's four. They burst into Laura's house still laughing about the studly dancers. Laura got them wine as Jenna put on some music. Neither woman was ready for the night to end just yet. They were sitting on the couch talking when Laura asked Jenna how her affair with Robby started. Jenna regarded her for a moment.

"Didn't Robby tell you?" Jenna asked.

"No, he told me if you wanted me to know you would tell me. He says you two are just friends even though I know better," Laura answered.

"That boy is a saint; any other guy would have blabbed all over town that he'd gotten into my pants," Jenna said fondly.

Then Jenna told her story. She had noticed Robert J. Davis the first day of class; he was so conscientious and intelligent. As time went by, she also noticed how sweet and handsome he was. That was all there was to it, at first. Then one day he gave her a rose after class. It was a thank you, he said, for the inspiration she had given him on his research paper. She was lost, Jenna said, when he touched her hand as she took the rose. She was staring into his eyes as his lips keep getting closer and closer to hers. She tried to will her head to move to avoid his kiss; instead, she licked her lips and closed her eyes. The rest, as they say was history. Robert got them a room the next weekend and made love to her the way she had only dreamed of. Thank god that he was so responsible, Jenna added, because she had no self control around him.

Laura was hanging on to every word out of Jenna's mouth as if they were covered in platinum. The story did not even ignite the tiniest spark of jealousy. It did, however, make her hot.

"He affects me the same way. I can hardly control myself around him. But I was a shy repressed housewife; you are a beautiful woman who can wrap men around your finger."

Jenna gave a bark of genuine laughter.

"So could you, honey; with your looks and body I could teach you to have men eating out of your hand in just one evening."

That idea, for some reason, excited Laura. She would love to be as sexy as Jenna, especially for Robby. She did not vocalize that thought though; instead, she changed the subject.

"Were you always so sexy?" Laura asked.

"No, I was a late bloomer. Through most of high school, I was a mess: bad skin, bad hair, and over-weight. Right before graduation, I blossomed. I hit college with a new body, a new look, and a burning desire to lose my virginity. It took me a month to let my Psychology 101 professor think he seduced me. He was a bounder, but he was talented in the sack. I discovered that I loved sex, and never looked back. I took a succession of casual lovers, enjoying some more than others. I always had a couple of guys on the hook for emergencies; that is, until I met Robert. I am afraid he spoiled me, now guys have to pass the Robert Davis test. Sadly, not many do."

Laura blushed scarlet but the alcohol loosened her tongue enough to ask her next question.

"What about women. You seem to like them as well."

Jenna laughed again.

"Boy, you are full of surprises. When I was a sophomore in college, my dorm-mate flunked out. I was assigned a new roomie who happened to be a senior. She was bisexual and seduced me one night almost as expertly as Robert did. She showed me that you could have fun with men and women if you kept an open mind," Jenna replied.

By now Laura was so hot she was squirming. A fact not lost on Jenna.

"How did she seduce you?" Laura asked breathlessly.

Jenna smiled tightly; the game was on.

"Beth was reading in our room when I came in from a disastrous date. My latest heartthrob was on the football team. He thought it was just fine to get drunk, get his rocks off, and dump me at the dorm so he could go drinking some more. I sat on her bed and told her my tale of woe. She started rubbing my shoulders while I talked. Her hands felt really nice."

Jenna demonstrated for Laura as she turned the blonde sideways and swept her long blonde hair off her neck. The gentle massaging did feel nice, Laura thought.

"What happened next," Laura whispered.

Jenna reached in front of Laura and started unbuttoning her blouse. She continued talking softly.

"My blouse was tight like yours so she undid a few buttons so she could reach more of my shoulders. I didn't protest, she had magic fingers and I was tense after my shitty date. When her hands started dipping into the front of my blouse like this, caressing the tops of my breasts, I didn't say anything. Her hands still felt incredibly nice, nothing like the pawing I had received earlier."

By now, Jenna was stroking Laura's breast almost to the nipple. The Victoria's Secret bra was doing its job of pushing Laura's mounds in and up while exposing plenty of skin. Laura was making little cooing noises as her head lolled back against the auburn-haired teacher. Gotcha thought Jenna, as Laura turned her head and sought Jenna's lips. Gotcha was also what Laura thought, as she felt Jenna respond.

Laura could not help herself; the combination of the drinks, the dancers, and Jenna's erotic stories had her on fire. She hungrily kissed busty Jenna, thrusting her tongue into her friend's mouth. It was slightly uncomfortable craning her neck to kiss, but Jenna would not let her turn around. Instead, the teacher reached down and unhooked her bra. Laura moaned as nimble fingers captured her nipples. Laura was moaning her need into Jenna's mouth when Jenna released one of her nipples and made a beeline under her skirt with the free hand. Laura splayed her legs and held her breath as a beautifully manicured hand covered the crotch of her sopping panties.

Then Jenna was no longer behind her. Her lovely friend slid to the floor and turned Laura so that her feet were flat on the floor and she was leaning back against the couch. Jenna could not believe how sexy wild-haired Laura looked as she gazed back at her with lust-hooded eyes. Laura raised her butt as Jenna dragged her panties off. Then she fell back on the couch as Jenna buried her head under Laura's skirt. Jenna had a talented tongue, almost in the same league as Robby, Laura thought - part of Laura's mind was strangely analytical and focused on the process. But Jenna was clearly not the one who had taught Robby his technique. They had completely different styles.