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Maxine Stone's New Life

Copyright© 2011 by carniegirl

Chapter 60

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 60 - Maxine stone is a retired Air Force Noncom trying to get by in a small town. Her new life is filled with small characters and minor adventures.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Reluctant   Coercion   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Mystery   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Transformation   Prostitution  

"At least I didn't make the papers this time," I said smiling at Mosby."

"The week is young," she said. "Remember the local paper only comes out twice a week. You may make the next one."

"Mosby, I don't want to make any of them. It makes my job harder, if people recognize me."

"I recognized you and I'm people," she replied.

"Helen handed me to you on a plate, or you probably wouldn't have." I said.

"Well, you are a conspiracy nut. If I had met you at the diner or the mall, you would have thought something sinister was going on."

"That is true, sinister things seem to be happening to me lately." I informed her.

"Well I'm not one of them," Moseby said.

"And if there was something sinister about you, would you admit it?" I asked.

"Of course I would," she said with a laugh. "I get your point though." she sat quietly for a few minutes then said, "I'm really glad that you called to invite me to dinner."

"I hope you don't mind that we came all the way to Tryon for dinner."

"Not at all, I have never been to this kind of place before."

"Do you mean to say? That you have never been to a restaurant with more same sex couples than mixed ones?" I asked.

"Yes, that is what I meant." She paused a minute then added, "You seem to be pretty well known here."

"Actually I have been here only two times before. Both times someone else invited me."

"Oh, so you have had lots of girlfriends?" Moseby asked.

"Mosby, I have dated men and women. I guess I'm the one the joke is about, you know being bisexual doubles a girl's chances for a date on Saturday night."

"But it's Sunday afternoon," she said smiling.

"We could actually go anywhere at all. It isn't unusual to see two women together, but two men and people wonder. With women they are just friends and nobody pays much attention, unless they are the kissing and holding hands kind of friends."

"Ah I see, so what kind of friends are we going to be?" she asked.

"Whatever kind you want to be. You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever shared a meal with. I really am not trying to define this. I am perfectly happy to just let it happen." I suggested.

"Me too Max, let's just hang out today and see what happens," she suggested it with a sigh of relief.

"Sounds like a plan." I agreed.

After our late lunch or early dinner, I never know what to call a 4pm meal; Mosby and I went to the movies. Isn't that what people do on a Sunday afternoon. Mosby and I held hands in the dark movie like a couple of teenagers on a date. I am not usually the dominant person in a sexual relationship, but it was obvious Mosby wanted me to take charge. I felt sure that she didn't want me to take charge in public, at least not just yet.

I had a plan. It had been years since I pursued a woman, but I remembered how to be romantic. First I wanted to be sure that she was serious. For that I planned the shock treatment. The shock treatment began with the restaurant where the couples were mostly same sex. It was well known around the college in Tryon, if you wanted a good meal with your partner and no hassles, Hanna's was the place.

The movie was a chance just to be with her, without being on stage. Too much of dating is actually acting. The movie was one of those chick things which I would usually not have chosen, but it was a date movie. So on that level it delivered exactly what it promised. Tears from the soft hearted Mosby, or maybe she just wanted me to think she was soft hearted. God I hated being so jaded.

After the movie we went to the Island. The island was a club that specialized in same sex couples entertainment. Mixed couples were allowed but same sex couples were courted by the club. They were the most loyal patrons, plus they were easy to manage. If it was all same sex couples, there was almost never any violence.

"So did your dates bring you here as well," Mosby asked it just a little snippy.

Actually no, I hang out at the Cop Out Club in Aster. Some of the regulars know I swing from both sides of the place. One of them suggested I might want to check this place out. So I came over once. I found it to be interesting. It's too far to drive, so I never come here just to drink."

"So you just come here to troll for chicks," she asked with a giggle.

"I really come here very seldom. I'm just well known wherever I go these days."

We looked at the couples and laughed at some of the more extreme ones. Some of the couples were cute, in a romantic way actually.

"I think I love girls in leather," Mosby said.

"Oh my, you do need to be careful. Some of those chicks like to hurt people. You don't look like you could hold up long as a pain slut." I informed her

"So what kind of slut do you think I could manage?" she asked

"Oh honey, you would have to be a lipstick lez for sure. You are just too, too beautiful and very, very girlie. Lots of attention to the hair and makeup, yeah definitely a lipstick type." I smiled broadly as I said it. She had to know that I approved.

"So how about you, What type are you."

"I'm usually submissive, but I can be a little butch, if the need arises."

"Is the need going to arise?" she asked.

"Only you can answer that. It might go that way, or it might not. I just don't know at the moment. Do you?"

She looked at me seriously and said, "No, I have no idea what I am doing."

"I don't know what to do with you either," I said honestly. "I do not want to frighten you away."

"I don't think you could right now." She replied.

"You just never know about that," I suggested.

At that moment one of the more butch types asked Mosby to dance. Mosby looked to me for permission. "Why not, but it's up to you."

"Then I think I will," she stood, then followed the girl, with the raccoon eye makeup, to the small dance floor. I wondered if the butch wanted some beauty tips, but I kept that to myself. Mosby was one of those women who love to dance and love to be seen dancing. Over the course of the next two hours Mosby danced with several of the more confident women there. I watched. It seemed as though when I was with Mosby, I was likely to be ignored. I had been ignored even before Mosby, but she did suck all the attention out of a room. Mosby was like a black hole that way, people just couldn't help themselves. I could tell that she thrived on being the center of attention wherever we went. I didn't mind, it was kind of second hand flattery. She was the star, and she was with me.

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