Sweet Surrender Ch. 12

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Jenny," Gretchen said, her voice sounding an octave lower than normal to my ears. "Brooke has told me all about what you've been through. It must be an awfully trying time for you."

I watched with amusement as the barrister stepped forward and offered her arm to the awestruck blonde. After a moment of hesitation, Jenny took the offered limb and began to follow Gretchen toward the kitchen. The duo passed Alexandra on the trip, whose observant eyes seemed to note that they were completely entranced by one another.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Alexandra said when she reached me.

"Are you kidding? We wanted to know if there would be chemistry between them. Well, I'd have to say that question has been answered in spades."

"I can't deny that," Alexandra replied. "I just hope it doesn't blow up in their faces."

Over the next half hour, we greeted our other guests, with Alexandra introducing me as her girlfriend. She'd already assured me that each woman present would guard our secret with her life. Alexandra explained that they all had radical views on men and would never knowingly help one at the expense of another woman.

There was Simone, Alexandra's author friend, and her wife, Mandy, a cute and petite blonde. To their right was a muscular and athletic-looking butch femme named Roxy. Roxy was a promoter on the women's bodybuilding circuit and — according to Alexandra — never left home without her trusty strap-on beneath her clothes. After all, she never knew when she might encounter some lovely little waif who needed fucking. To her right was a woman named Zara, who Alexandra had informed me was a major mover and shaker in the political arena. Apparently, no one could get anything done in the progressive arm of the Democratic party without first going through her.

All and all, it was an eclectic group, and much more lively and entertaining than the regular monthly neighborhood dinners Jenny and I had been forced to attend with our husbands. There were some interesting stories bandied about regarding the lives of powerful people. Some tales were bawdy and featured downright lewd commentary from Roxy and Zara. I did try my best to listen — especially when things got dirty — but my attention was drawn over and over to how smitten Jenny and Gretchen seemed. I'd seen my friend with her phone, showing Gretchen the latest pictures of her two prodigies, and she'd seemed thrilled by my lawyer's reaction to them. Her eyes had found mine, and the twinkle of excitement in them had almost been palpable.

The night went about as smoothly as I could've hoped. Finally, though, after several bottles of wine were consumed by those present, the women started saying their good-nights, with Jenny and Gretchen being the last two that remained. Alexandra managed to tear Gretchen away from my friend long enough to talk to her about the upcoming LGBQT+ event she was scheduled to address in Tampa. With the attorney distracted, I managed to pull Jenny to the side for a word in private.

"She's so great!" Jenny announced the moment we were alone. "And she's so damn sexy! It was all I could do not to throw myself at her!"

"Remember who you are and what's at stake, though," I said, though I doubted she would heed my warning.

"I know," she replied, sobering up quickly.. "As much as it pains me, I know. She wants to walk me home, though, and I want her to."

"Just remember there are prying eyes everywhere in this neighborhood. You should be okay this late, but you can never be certain."

"I know," Jenny replied in frustration. "But I already don't want the night to end, and I'm so fucking wet right now that my panties are likely ruined!"

"Just be patient. If Gretchen is as interested as I think, she's not going to let a little delay that's completely out of your hands stop her. She's a divorce lawyer, after all. She understands what you're going through, and that it can take time."

"Too much time for me!" Jenny replied in a loud whisper as Gretchen and Alexandra approached us.

"I asked your friend if I could see to it she made it home safely," Gretchen said, reaching out to offer her arm to Jenny, who took it eagerly.

"Well, you two be safe," I said as we opened the door to see them out.

"And be conscious of your surroundings!" Alexandra added, in a none-too-subtle hint.

The pair didn't answer. Gretchen simply threw a free hand in the air to signal that she'd heard us. I couldn't help but giggle. I knew without a doubt that I'd be getting a phone call from Jenny first thing the next morning.

"That went well," I said. From my perspective, it was an understatement.

"Gretchen is absolutely gaga over her," Alexandra said as she closed the door and locked it. I watched as she activated the alarm, and then turned to where I stood. She took my hand and began to lead me up the stairs. The day's length suddenly hitting me.

"The feeling is mutual," I replied. "I had to remind Jenny that Marcus likely had prying eyes watching her all over the neighborhood. I don't know how well she was listening."

"Gretchen will keep everything PG for now, but she's already hitting me up to set up something soon where they're both invited. She knows she can't ask her out on a date, and it wouldn't look right with her showing up at Jenny's house when she's already represented by another lawyer."

"So what are you thinking?" I asked as we entered our bedroom and began to undress.

"Something simple," Alexandra replied. "Maybe a day of swimming — just the four of us. Then we can order pizzas and watch a movie. It's been a while since I've watched Elena Undone. It would suit the night's theme perfectly."

"I've never heard of it," I said as I freed my small breasts from the prison-like confines of my lace bra.

"It's the story of a conservative pastor's wife who falls in love with a woman. It's a classic in the genre."

"Ooh, that does sound good."

We crawled into bed together. Alexandra laid flat on her back as I settled atop her. She slid her hands behind me and cupped the globes of my ass. Her deft fingertips squeezed the taut flesh they found there, and caused me to moan as I ground my sex against hers. I lowered my head and took her right nipple in my mouth. The swollen nub hardened to a point as I sucked at it like a nursing infant. I captured it between my teeth and lightly chewed at her flesh. Alexandra responded by slipping one of her long fingers into my growing wetness.

"I want to end the day the same way we started it," I crooned between nips at her swollen nipples.

"And you can," Alexandra answered, "but only after I've fucked you."

Like a good little submissive, I didn't resist.

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Jenny had called me first thing the following morning to let me know that the pair had behaved, much to her chagrin. She'd immediately started hounding me to set up another get-together, so she would have an excuse to see Gretchen again. I'd promised her I was already working on something to provide her with the perfect cover to see the sexy lawyer again. She'd begged for details, but I'd made her promise to be patient. She'd reluctantly promised she wouldn't go rogue.

Alexandra had received a similar call from Gretchen. Though the lawyer was apparently far more reserved in her manner, she'd impressed upon my girlfriend how much she wanted Jenny. Alexandra finally managed to end the call by assuring her I was working on putting together another group event.

The day finally arrived for Steve's video deposition. I talked to Jenny afterwards, and she said that Steve had appeared almost disheartened when he'd arrived for the meeting. She said he'd mumbled his answers so much that her lawyer had had to keep reminding him to speak up. Apparently, Jenny's attorney had been brutally effective in his line of questioning. He'd managed to pin Steve down on all the pertinent details, leaving Marcus little room to try and wiggle off the hook.

Gretchen had made a few calls and soon acquired a copy of Steve's testimony. She'd assured me that as long as the video was admitted as evidence, my husband wouldn't have a leg to stand on when I refiled under the grounds of adultery. She'd also said Steve likely wouldn't fight the divorce once it was made clear that doing so would only prolong his agony and cost him more in legal fees. That was music to my ears.

Saturday finally arrived: the date of our planned cookout with Gretchen and Jenny. She'd left her children with their grandparents for a planned overnight bonding experience. The sexy blonde had thought of everything while anticipating what might happen that night. She'd gone shopping for a new bathing suit — a sleek black two-piece that was barely there — and went to the salon for a full Brazilian. Gretchen had already arrived when Jenny rang the doorbell. The lawyer joined me in greeting my friend, the two women immediately getting lost in one another's presence. I might as well not have existed, so I left them standing there and went searching for my girlfriend.

We spent the early part of the afternoon swimming and consuming lunch, along with far too many drinks. Jenny and Gretchen seemed almost attached at the hip, but while they repeatedly indulged in little touches and long, lingering looks of desire they gave one another, I hadn't seen them so much as share a kiss.

We moved the party indoors once the sun became too much. The four of us gathered in our entertainment room, where Alexandra had a ninety-six-inch flat screen mounted to the wall. Four couches angled to face the large television sat on two levels. Alexandra and I took one just to the left of the screen on the front row, while our two friends sat on the opposite side behind us.

Alexandra pressed a button on a remote, and the blinds covering the large floor-to-ceiling windows closed. Another click shut the blackout curtains, plunging the room into the dark, the only light emanated from the screen.

I nestled into Alexandra's warm embrace as the movie started. I attempted to forget the scene that was playing out behind me, though my curiosity was strong. That became more difficult about halfway through the movie, when sounds of soft moans reached our ears. Though I didn't see it with my own eyes, it was readily apparent to us both that the duo enjoyed the anonymity of the darkness.

The movie was good. It was very erotic, while also being romantic and more than a little sad. When the lights came up, we found a blushing Gretchen sitting there with her arm around a disheveled-looking Jenny. I wasn't sure I could classify her appearance as a just-fucked look, but it was close.

Alexandra asked Gretchen to help her in the kitchen. The two older women were barely out the door before a squealing Jenny hugged herself in excitement as I watched with amusement. I sat beside her, first making sure there were no wet spots on the couch's leather surface.

"It was that good, huh?" I said with a grin.

"Oh, my God," the pretty blonde said while fanning herself. "I've been rabidly horny all day long, and when she finally kissed me the first time, I swear I had a tiny orgasm."

"From how you look, I assume one kiss and a mini-orgasm wasn't all that happened."

"God, no!" Jenny said, a prominent blush covering her cheeks. "She fucked me right here with you two only feet away! I came twice and had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep you two from knowing."

"Oh, we were aware," I said with a giggle.

"And after she fucked me, she pulled her fingers from between my legs and sucked on them like they were covered in the finest caviar money could buy. It was the single sexiest thing I'd ever seen!"

"So, what's next?" I asked.

"She's asking Alexandra if we can have one of the guest rooms for the night," she said in an excited whisper.

"And you're ready for that?" I asked, already knowing what her reply would be.

"I'm ready for it all, Brooke. I want to eat her pussy so badly that I can practically taste it! I've never been this sexually excited in my entire life!"

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"A little, I guess. I'm afraid I won't be able to pleasure her half as well as she can me."

"I wouldn't worry about that," I replied, patting her knee. "I was nervous about my first time with Alexandra. But I just did the things to her I enjoyed having done to me. And here we are a couple of months later, and she's yet to complain."

"Great! Any other tips?"

"Um... shower sex with another woman is fantastic! And, God, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but don't be afraid to eat her asshole."

"You're kidding, right?" Jenny said, her eyes gone big. "I thought that only happened in porn!"

"I'm totally serious. It feels great, and I bet Gretchen will love it!"

"I can't believe this is finally about to happen!" Jenny said, squealing quietly and practically bouncing in her seat.

Just then, the sound of Alexandra and Gretchen's voices reached us as they returned with four glasses of wine. We spent the next half hour consuming our wine as we talked about random things. The topic of our husbands was never broached, a fact that I was eternally grateful for. He was the last thing I wanted on my mind when I was with Alexandra.

Throughout our conversation, I knew Jenny was dying of anticipation. She quickly drank her wine and seemed to want the rest of us to do the same. I'd never seen someone so sexually eager. Watching her left little doubt in my mind that she'd been honest with me when she'd admitted that she'd always been attracted to women.

Finally, Alexandra opted to put Jenny out of her misery and suggested it was time for us to head upstairs. I was somewhat surprised that the elephant in the room wasn't mentioned. We merely said our good-nights and then ascended the stairs to our suite.

"I assume they're staying over?" I asked Alexandra as we entered our room.

"They are," she replied, taking a seat to remove her shoes. "Gretchen didn't want me to make a big deal about it. She can be funny like that. That's why she offered to help me get the drinks. She wanted a second to ask in private if it was okay."

"It was certainly okay by Jenny," I said with a laugh. "You know Gretchen fucked her during the movie, right?"

"I assumed as much," Alexandra replied with a smile as she began to disrobe. "Gretchen seemed almost nervous about their first time together. It was cute."

"Jenny was too. She was suffering from performance anxiety. I just told her to relax and enjoy herself."

"Is that what you did?" Alexandra asked with a smile.

"Before or after you spanked me?" I replied, wiggling my eyebrows at her playfully.

"Before, of course," Alexandra replied. "After, your naughty little cunt was a veritable swamp, so I know you were having a good time."

"Ha! Well, for the record, I was having a good time before you disciplined me, too."

I set my clothing aside to be dealt with in the morning. Then I slid into bed wearing nothing but my panties, the cool silk sheets feeling wonderful against my skin. I watched Alexandra reach a similar stage of undress, feeling a tingle between my legs at the sight of her large breasts. I licked my lips, the thought of seizing her nipples between them, making my mouth water. As she turned her back to me to take off her earrings, I gazed lustfully at the round and firm-looking globes of her shapely backside. The anticipation of having her practically nude body lying next to me in bed made my sex ache with need.

I rolled atop her as she settled beneath the covers, our breasts melding together as I claimed her lips. A moan escaped mine as Alexandra's long tongue invaded my mouth and declared that territory hers. Her hands found my backside and massaged my ass cheeks, their fingertips digging into my flesh. They pressed firmly, and when they moved on, they left quickly fading traces of their presence behind. I felt them sink between my cheeks, pausing briefly to delightfully torment my rosebud, before two of her digits found the opening to my sex and sank inside.

"I've been thinking about eating your sweet peach ever since midway through the movie," Alexandra announced, growling as she flipped me onto the mattress on my stomach and crawled to her knees behind me. She grabbed my hips and pulled, drawing me up onto my knees. "Head down, ass up," she ordered, "and spread those knees apart!"

I shivered in anticipation, gooseflesh tickling my spine as I felt Alexandra's tongue slide through my wetness. It paused briefly to lap at the quivering vestibule of my cunt before continuing on to the pink crinkle of my rosebud. She lavished it with attention, dancing a featherlight pirouette against its surface before reversing course. That time when she reached my cunt, she made no pretense at a dainty and systematic approach; she attacked my sex like a ravenous wolf bent on consuming its prey. She buried her face between my legs, her lips clamping down on my dripping opening as she stuffed her long tongue inside. Her cheeks thrashed back and forth in an animalistic attack that caused my fingers to form talons in the bedsheet as I cried out. I could already feel my release rocketing skyward. I instinctively knew the explosion's beautiful and colorful display would light up my entire world when it finally happened.

At that moment, I thought of Jenny, and couldn't help but wonder if she was experiencing similar delights downstairs. Was she, too, about to lose her sanity as a veritable gusher of ecstasy threatened to explode beneath her? Was she, like me, giving herself over wholly to the extraordinary machinations of her skillful lover?

I came with a gush of fluid as Alexandra devoured me. Her mouth drove me forward and piled me up until much of my weight rested against my right cheek. My sexy, raven-haired girlfriend's tongue never stopped its magic as she drank me dry. Her hands cupped my inner thighs as she lifted me until my knees left the bed. Her head continued to thrash side to side in an effort to consume as much of my essence as possible. All the while, I sang her praises, calling her name at the top of my voice. She owned me, body, mind, heart, and soul, and I wanted the entire world to know it.

Alexandra cuddled behind me and cupped my chin, gently twisting my neck until she could kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue. The thought of the things she'd brought into my life since the night I'd met her filled me with love. I had never known that life could be so satisfying, fulfilling, and complete. I'd struggled through my early existence, then spent my early adult life sleepwalking through constant dreariness. But I was fully awake, finally, and living life to its fullest. Soon enough, I would make my own wish come true: I would tell everyone that I was Alexandra Rossington's girlfriend.

With those thoughts warming my heart and Alexandra hugging my body, I drifted off to sleep.

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I stood at the kitchen counter, slicing up sections of fruit as I watched my girlfriend skillfully manning the waffle iron. Breakfast was just about ready; we were only waiting for the arrival of our two guests. We'd heard them up and moving around earlier that morning, but hadn't seen either of them.

"What are the odds that it was Jenny we heard singing so joyfully this morning?" I whispered loudly to Alexandra.

"A hundred percent," she replied with a smile. "I think the bigger question is: what are the odds she's walking funny this morning? I loaned Gretchen one of my strap-ons last night."

"You didn't!" I said with a big grin, the scandalous thought of my sexy blonde friend getting pounded hard by my strap-on-packing attorney seeming almost surreal.