Erin No Bra

"Oh, boy, it sure as shit did. Christ, she hit me hard. I think I'd of ran through a field of cactuses barefoot to get to her."

"Uh-huh. That's exactly how I remember it, then again, it is The CACTI Club," I teased her as I agreed, my smile unrelenting, "and you sure weren't about to let any stickers get in your way."

She made a nasty face and aimed it at me, but then grinned.

"So, have you guys gotten to talking about what you're going to do about whatever you two think you have?"

"Some."

"Some? I guess you want to talk, so what does 'some' mean?"

"She's got a problem."

"What's that, if you feel free to say?"

"She's half Persian, as she likes to say, and anyone can see it. I mean, yeah, she's got a beautiful color, but it worries her."

That took in a load of things. It could be hell for any of us, and it often was, even in so-called 'safe' cities. Some people just didn't like lesbians, and when a tad of color might be involved too, well, we all know how that goes, but I just couldn't see it. Naz was simply too gorgeous for anyone to notice anything else.

"That can be a problem, but you know this town a lot better than I do, but all I see is that she's a real looker, and that's how I think everyone else sees her. What's your take on it?"

"I can't ignore it since it bothers her, but other than that, I'm not sure. Got any ideas? Words of wisdom, I hope?"

"You love her, you were out looking for love, and I presume she was too, and already knew her possible problems, so, go from there," I said, thinking as best I could.

"To where?" May asked, and by the way she asked it, I knew her mind was a muddle. She must have really gotten bit by the love bug, but she had a good question, or at least she thought so.

"You two will have to talk about it, sweetie. You'll have to decide what's worth what, and if it's worth it to both of you, then try to make yourselves comfortable with it, but it's what we're all faced with. If you both wanted love, and knew some of the problems, why look for it if you're not willing to take whatever chances you have to for it?"

"You're no help," she bitched, but then grinned. "Actually, you have helped me out. I'm a little calmer now, thinking about what you've said. Me? I want her, and I'll do whatever."

"Maybe you two can stay at one place one night, and another place on another night until you figure it out. Oops! Where does she live? Never mind, not my business. I'm sure you two know what all you're facing and where."

May left after a while, and was feeling much better by the time she did leave. We had a long hug, and a friend's kiss on the cheek, as well as some nice pats on the back, or rubs on my part.

Chapter 3

Sunday morning, I didn't feel like cooking, and cereal didn't appeal to me. I went out, and soon spotted a restaurant that looked fairly decent, and stopped in. I ordered a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs, home-fries with bacon, and coffee and read my paper while I waited. As I was drinking some of my coffee, someone sat down in my booth across from me. When I looked up, I saw her. My breath about deserted me!

"Why haven't you asked me to dance with you?" Erin got right to what she was after.

Lucky me. I was too busy staring at her to get flustered by her question. My unconscious mind came up with an answer for me without my doing any thinking, and thank goodness it wasn't something stupid.

"Why didn't you ask me?" I calmly asked her. Well, my voice was calm, but I was exhorting myself not to blow this chance.

That got her. Was it time to give her more to think about, to push her to make the move? I had to try, and hope for the best.

"Look, you're a fantastic dancer, and everyone knows it, but I came in just a few weeks ago. It's your turf, girl, so if you want to dance with me, it's sort of proper for you to do the asking. I don't want to try to be an interloper in your group. You are pretty much in the same group every week as far as I can tell. Does that make sense?"

Her face became somber, and I could see her mind working, thinking. That was good—maybe. Then she started to smile, and looked up at me, a devil sparkling in her eyes. That's when I saw that she had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen, and doubtless, the most beautiful.

"Scared?" she asked softly, a challenge thrown out to me.

I didn't answer right away. I was too busy looking in her eyes and loving what I saw. Then my breakfast arrived.

"What for you, honey?" the waitress asked.

"Get some breakfast to go with some coffee," I invited.

"You buying?"

"I invited you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did," she said, looking at my plate. "That looks good; I'll take the same."

"Not a bad choice. The bacon not only looks good, but it's tasty," I said, being careful to not open my mouth too much as I was chewing it.

"Thanks," she said. "Now how about my question? Are you, or were you, scared to ask me?"

"Uh-uh, just being polite, and leaving it to you to do as you might like," I casually said, and prayed it was a good answer.

"You're pretty cool, you know. How come? I've seen you looking at me, and I know you're interested. You are, aren't you?"

"Sure. About the same as you, I suppose," I lied outrageously, at least in how I presented it. Interested in her? God, I was dying to get together with her, in bed preferably, but any other way I could if not.

"Why do you say that? I don't stare at you the way you do me," she said confidently.

"You're here," I shot back right away.

She mulled that one over, then her coffee came, and she fixed it. I noticed she liked some sugar and a bit of cream.

"You're a fabulous dancer, and you are cool. I like that," she said. "I like you," she added quickly, no blush, no hesitancy whatsoever.

"Same with you," I said after I swallowed my last mouthful.

"So, are you going to ask me to dance with you?"

"Are you inviting me to?"

"Damn it, you're too quick. What do you want?"

"In what way? I was just eating," I took a chance saying it.

"Cut the bull, Jen. Is that right? Is Jen your name, what you like to be called?" she asked with a sudden change in tone, a nice tone it was, too.

"Jennifer, but I answer to either one of them, but thanks for asking. As to the bull, you'll have to explain that. Ask what you want to, and I'll do my best to give you an honest answer."

Her breakfast came, and she started eating.

"It is good," she said. "If I ask you to dance, will you?"

I grinned.

"Why are you grinning?" she asked, but she was blushing already.

"I'll ask you the same question you asked me before: scared?" I kept grinning.

"N-no," she lied, but not much. "I mean, I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do," she said, obviously flustered.

I had her, but should I push it? And if I did, would I be going too far, and ruining my chances?

"You takes your chances like we all do, girl, but I'd say that the way you dance, your chances are very good. I don't know of anyone who would say no to dancing with you," I added some nice softness to cushion it all.

We ate in silence for a while, at least enough for me to finish, and Erin mostly so.

"What do you want from me?" she asked out of nowhere.

"Same thing that you do, hon."

"How do you know what I want?"

"You've been pretty much telling me."

"Oh?" she shot at me, and gave me a look that asked what I was talking about, or what did I mean by that.

"We're talking about dancing. I take it that you'd like to dance with me, else why are you here, and why are we talking, but eating breakfast with you is nice too?" I shot back quickly, and wondered at myself. Honestly, I couldn't remember being so glib.

She was quiet again for a few moments. "You're insufferable," she said quietly.

Too quiet, and kind of nice. "But do you still like me?" I asked.

It didn't take long, but she nodded her head slowly, looking down.

"Why are you looking down like that? Is it such a bad thing to like me?"

"I do-don't know. Is it?" she asked, that soft voice again, but troubled.

"I hope not. Anything I can do to help you out? Be glad to if I can."

She sat there for another moment, then suddenly started to get up.

"Thanks for the breakfast," she nearly mumbled.

"You're welcome any time," I said quietly to no one as she left quickly.

I watched her go, and then started to second guess myself. Had I messed it up? I had no way of knowing, but my mind joined my pussy in not liking how I handled things at the end.

Chapter 4

It wasn't any fun being myself when I got in bed after my mind battered me to near unconsciousness during the day. What the heck, I deserved it—maybe. As best I could, my fingers tried to pacify my pussy, but she wasn't having any of it.

Try as I might, I couldn't placate my sexual needs, and my mind kept warring with me for my stupidity, my idiocy, and lord only knows what other transgressions. I cursed myself, and made myself go to sleep.

Needless to say that it was necessary to block out all that was other than work related thoughts less I let myself in for more punishment, deserved or not.

How I did it was a testament to my stubbornness, but I survived without screwing up my job until Friday. I did get a call from May, but all she said was that they'd meet me at the club.

* * * *

Hugs and kisses out of the way, we settled down to chatter and dancing. It was getting to be their habit to feel sorry for me, first May, then Naz, asked me to dance. Oh, I'd danced with a couple of others, and in the process noted that Erin had made to dance close to me, teasing me, if I got the proper drift of it. She wanted me to ask her to dance, and not vice-versa.

"Thanks for talking to May," Naz said.

"Glad to do it, but I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, letting her say whatever she wanted to about it.

"Our—my—problem. She told me she'd talked to you, and that you helped to set her mind straight. We had a frank talk, and we're working it out."

"I'm glad to hear that. I hope it all works out for you two," I said sincerely.

"And we both hope you get that tease who's been shadowing you," she smiled softly, but her eyes told me all I needed to know. I nearly groaned. God, I loved that girl so much already. What would I be like if we ever got together? Putty, that's what. I said nothing.

Later, Miranda asked me for a dance.

"Think she'll come by again?"

Acting like the dummy I knew I was, I just looked at her quizzically.

"Oh, gonna make with the dumb act, huh?" she grinned. "That's okay, but we're pulling for you."

"We're?" I asked, not faking one bit.

"The rest of us. We've got a pool going on whether you two make it or not. We're all pulling for you, but we're betting on how it's gonna go."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Sure I am, just like rain ain't wet. Whatchu think, fool?" she hit me with some street talk.

"I don't believe it. This place is worse than a small town," I did groan.

"Look around, babe, it is a small town we've got here. See? If you need to, make whatever move you need to. This is fun, girl. If I win I'll cut you in," she said winking and grinning at me.

"I don't want to know about it," I said, and wondered at what I was letting, or get myself into, what foolishness I was breeding.

No sooner did I think of that than Erin did get too close to us—me, specifically. What the heck, in for a penny, in for a pound. Miranda kept grinning, and even seemed to be helping to push me toward Erin. When Erin got too close again, I instinctively made a quick dance move that not only took me around her swiftly, but very close to her. As I faced her in passing, I mouthed my apologies to her, and smiled at her dance partner, but politely, apologetically, if there is such a smile.

"Jeez, I'd love to be able to dance like that," Miranda praised me. "Think it'll work?"

"I have no idea," I said. "What you're talking about," I added quickly, but not quick enough.

"You're cool, honey. Like I said, anytime you wanna work your way my way, just let me know, or come on over," she smiled knowingly, but with sparkling, devilish eyes.

Miranda made like a nice girl and saw me back to my table, and stayed a while.

"You in cahoots with her?" Naz asked, smiling just as they all were.

"Not really, just doing what little I can to ease the path—and win a few bucks," she said, that infernal grin back.

"Not if I win out, you don't," Naz said.

My mouth dropped open as my head swivelled toward Naz, then to May who was looking away much too innocently, doing her whistling bit. Damn it, everybody knew but me, and they were having fun with it too.

"Oh, come on, Jen, everybody knows what's going on, even Erin's crowd, but I'm not so sure that Erin isn't blind to it like you are—uh, like you were," May finally said.

"Thanks," I said caustically.

Miranda coaxed me into dancing a few more times, and it seems Erin couldn't resist tempting me. On the next foray, I didn't go around her, but simply turned as if making a regular move with Miranda, and gave Erin a little shimmy as we faced each other. Our nipples nearly touched. I was lucky because that was exactly how close I had hoped to get, and not a smidgen more, only this time I winked at her, and mouthed 'Hi,' to her.

Miranda nearly broke out in laughter. What noise she didn't make, her eyes showed readily.

"You're a trouble maker," I told her.

"And you're a faker," she came back at me. "A good one, though," she added.

After that, Miranda and I went at it, giving each other a lot of shoulder and hip action. It was great, and I loved it, but worried about Erin, and whether I'd just dug my grave with her.

Back at the table, and nary a look at Erin as we left the dance floor, I was drinking a fresh drink, and wondering about my chances, and whether I'd screwed up big time.

"You're awfully quiet," May said.

"Yeah, just thinking about a few things," I lied.

"Like soft red curls, and one of the sweetest sets in femdom?" Miranda asked still grinning like an imp sent to bedevil me. Apparently she wasn't like me and hadn't zeroed in on those luscious and sexy thighs of Erin's.

May looked up sharply then.

"Can I have a dance, Jennifer?" I heard an angel ask.

And the devil in me asked, "Bra or no bra," as I turned to her.

Oh, god, I did it this time. Whatever was on her face to go with her sweet voice, it wasn't there as I looked at it. There was growing anger, and smoke coming out of the top of her head and ears. I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid. There was no way of knowing how long we just looked at each other, me trying not to appear as stupid as I obviously was, and Erin steaming more and more, but then she shocked us all, and maybe even herself.

She lifted her top as she had the other time, and unhooked her bra, and slammed it on the table in front of me.

"No bra, damn you," she seethed.

"Oh. Okay," I said casually, and reached around back to unhook my own strapless bra, and laid it next to hers, and got up and reached for her hand.
I thought she'd yank it back, but she didn't.

Feeling good now, I wondered if Erin liked tits as most of us do for mine were nearly as sweet looking as hers were. I was proud of my body, and always worked to keep it in shape, as well as watch my weight—it was a dancer's dilemma, but it never bothered me. What I sensed was that if she did love tits, I was in luck for my top had a lot of cleavage, and without a bra constraining them, they'd do a lot of eye damage from bouncing around freely as I liked to think that they loved to do.

On the dance floor, it looked as if we were doing a Broadway show where two women were dancing in an act that would wind up with the one killing the other, Erin's anger went so deep in her. But the music was in my favor, as were my dancing skills.

Erin was a great dancer, but with her body only, or so I noticed. I used my hands, something I hadn't done on the dance floor yet. When I moved around her, my hands were shaping Erin, close to her like a short hair on her skin, but not touching, save when I went around her, and let my fingers lightly flick at her curls with my fingers. I had stopped at her ass, and my pelvis nearly touched her as it swivelled about her, and she knew it. So did my pussy.

Getting in front, my fingers went to her face, and gave her an air facial, but once again, making darn sure to never touch her. My thumbs even made as if to caress her brows, and when I did that, her eyes closed, but the anger was gone. She liked what I was doing, but I didn't know for sure if it was because she did like me, or if she was appreciating my dance skills.

When her eyes opened, I locked in on them, and moved my fingers to her lips, curving on over them, my thumbs as if stroking the corners of the mouth. Erin loved that too, at least by the look in her eyes. From there I snaked all about her front, my hands again shadowing her curves as far as they would go. I know I heard her moan a time or two. If she didn't like me, she just didn't know it.

To make it even more salacious and almost way too erotic, I spread my legs just past shoulder width, and snaked my way down in a swaying motion, my legs more than in shape to continually do as I was. My hands then shadowed her thighs that I loved, but when I was close to kneeling before her pussy, my hands, one at a time, moved up way too sexily. It was as if I'd sought whatever offering her pussy deigned to give me. My motions were very delicate and deliberate, my hand motions elegant, graceful, yet never touching her. It had their effect on her, not to mention on my pussy that was so hopeful and begging.

The piece ended, but another started right away, and it was faster. This time Erin was fully attuned to me, and we both put on a sex show, something they had apparently all been waiting for, judging by the applause and the general hollering that was going on, not to mention an almost empty dance floor. That was a heck of a contrast to the eerie silence from before.

With this dance, I did pay rapt attention to her lovely tits. Erin nearly drove me crazy with them, and the perfection I knew they had to have. I worried that lust would show on my face and scare her away, but looking at her eyes, she was as bad off as I was. If she didn't want me as I wanted her, I couldn't tell it.

We danced around each other, teasing, occasionally grazing ass and tits, and lightly running our hands over each other's arms or hands. We were good together. And we were both hot—sizzling hot. I wished I could feel of her pussy to see if it was as wet as mine, or maybe wetter.

Then that piece ended, and a very slow one began. We stood there looking at each other mindless of anyone else who might be watching.

"If we do, I'm not going to keep my distance," I softly told Erin.

A second later, her arms went up to circle my neck, and I pulled her to me by her waist. Our bodies blended together superbly, and my pussy was singing my praises, and thanking me obsequiously, and endlessly. It was as happy as I was. My tits were singing their happiness too.

"I don't know if I like you after this," she whispered, but her fingers were in my hair, playing softly against my neck, and making my knees want to buckle.

"That's okay, I like you. Do I get to keep your bra, or do you want it back, or mine, or what?" my stupidity had to continue, but I asked it just as softly as she had spoken.

"Are you always such a smart-Alec?"

"No. You just make me feel stupid, and stupid things just come out then," I admitted.

Her head pulled back to look at me. "You're kidding, right?"

I shook my head.

"But..."

"Yeah, I know, we both like each other. So, what's your pleasure? Do we keep dancing, or both go to your table, or you come to mine, or maybe we get our own table—or do we just say goodbye, it's been great fun?"