The Family Pet Ch. 06

'It's nice but it's a bit ... I don't know, long and formal for a club. We're not going to a wedding honey, we're going to a gay bar!'

'Like I'd forgotten. Well you chose it!'

'I just grabbed anything off the shelf like a madwoman. How about this one?' She said as she stood up and reached around Karen's body for one off the rack, hemming their two bodies closer together, Sarah's arm just brushing past Karen's side boob, sending jolts of nervous excitement through the younger girl. In an instance, the contact was over but the chills were still racing through Karen. This was a woman she had known her whole life, was practically family to her. Yet that did nothing to dampen her arousal ...

Sarah held up the next number, a white plain but elegant thing that would fall down just past her knees. She considered trying it on but wasn't sure if the colour would match her fairly pale skin. She waved it away and Sarah grinned.

'Sure. Would have been a bit ironic anyway?'

'Why, cos I'm not a virgin?' Karen teased back.

'Oh honey, you are a virgin. In my eyes, anyway... cocks don't count to girls like me.' When Karen looked slightly deflated, suddenly looking like a fallen child who needed to impress, she added. 'Doesn't mean I don't think you would be filthy. You're certainly not pure enough to wear white. How about this one?'

She held up the third dress and Karen knew that this one was the one, the one she would use to turn all the ladies' heads tonight. Skimpy and black with a glittery apparel, it twinkled as Sarah twirled it round. There was no back on it, designed to show off smooth skin. The fabric felt flowy and soft as Karen felt it and she immediately wanted to try it on.

'Well, what are you waiting for honey?'

Karen nodded eagerly and took it off Sarah, slipping it off its hanger and slowly stepping into it. As the material climbed her body, static charges bounced off her skin. She didn't know what this dress was made of but it felt alive, perfect for her. She turned to look in the mirror, conscious that Sarah was fully admiring her now, but who could blame her? Karen settled it in and patted it down in all the right places, smoothing it out and judging herself. It fit like a glove. The neckline was low, not plunging but enough to give a subtle and elegant preview of her smallish boobs.

Again, the hemline was low but not low enough to be slutty, just so low that it wouldn't take much hitching up for some guy to be able to access her, spread her and fuck her. Well no, not guy tonight. For one night only, she was going gay. But the feature, she most loved was the backless rear, which she became fully aware of as Sarah slowly trailed a hand down her back, making her shiver. Sarah's palm was cold yet her touch sent heat through her.

'I think we should get you this, honey. The girls in 'Taylor's' tonight ... well they won't be able to resist.'

Karen acknowledged the words and nodded but her attention was focused on her own reflection in the mirror, still getting over how great she looked in what was essentially just an arrangement of fabric and stitches. She turned to Sarah.

'Are you sure you can afford it?' She knew Sarah was rich as fuck, but it was always polite to ask.

'Honey, with you looking as hot as that, the question is can my fellow lesbians afford for me NOT to buy it?'

Karen blushed like hell. Sarah offered to wait outside the changing room so she could get changed in privacy. She felt a little pang of sadness slipping the dress off and pulling on the boring one she came in, and to some surprise also missed Sarah in there watching her. No matter who it was, it was always nice to know someone was appreciating your body. God she was such a tease! When she was all dressed and had the dress she wanted under her arm, she parted the curtain and walked over to her aunt.

Sarah and the black girl Jaz seemed to be talking, or had she imagined it, for when Karen appeared the conversation stopped dead and they shuffled apart. Sarah went back to looking at her phone, and Jaz to organising some of the skirts but there had been unmistakeable conversation a minute ago. Maybe some customer had just come in and left.

'Ready!'

Sarah smiled and took the dress, handing it over to Jaz who had now come and walked round to behind the cashier, scanning the price tag on the register. Karen took in this girl's appearance. She was certainly very beautiful but then again, that was a prerequisite of all these fancy shops. Her skin was a light dark, with brown eyes to match and black hair. She had small but pronounced lips, delicately covered in a pink lipstick which contrasted beautifull with her skin.

She was probably modelling something from the store, but even so Karen loved her fashion sense, a white blouse with a long red skirt flowing behind her down to her ankles. She had a sort of knowing smile, like she knew a secret Karen didn't... intriguing. As she processed the item, she made some small talk.

'This for you? I have to say I think it'll look great on you.'

Karen blushed and thanked her. The attractive girl continued, her questions pointed, as if they had purpose and were more than mere small talk.

'Where you out tonight then? Maybe I'll see you there.'

Karen was unsure whether or not to answer at first. She was going to a bar for gay girls and a selfish part of her wasn't too keen to broadcast that right now, not that she would be ashamed of being gay or anything, it just wasn't the sort of things you shared with strangers. But Sarah beat her to it.

'We're going to a bar on the other side of town. 'Taylor's', if you know it.'

'Sure, I know it! I work there! Actually I think I've seen you there a few times.'

'Oh ... oh yeah, maybe.' Sarah replied. Karen didn't know what it was but her voice sounded odd, hammy and put on like she was play acting. 'I thought you looked familiar. Well, maybe we'll see you there tonight.'

'I hope so.' Spoke Jaz, her eyes lingering rather too long on Karen who blushed again. 'Will I see you two in the Basement?'

'Basement?' Karen asked, questioning Sarah.

'I don't think that's quite for you, Karen.' Sarah said, tensing up a little and handing over her credit card. Jaz took the hint and didn't press it any further.

'That'll be $50 please.' Jaz spoke no more but as Sarah looked down to the pin pad to key her code in, Karen saw her looking at her, smiling at her and smiled back, their eyes twinkling together. When they were all done, she handed over the dress in a fine bag.

'Have a nice day! And maybe I'll see you both there!'

'Come on then, Karen, let's go get some lunch!'

She gently placed a hand on her back, covered by the blue dress this time but her touch had a similar effect. Unknown to Karen, she tilted her head backwards to glimpse Jaz one last time before later that night and mouthed 'thank you' and Jaz nodded. The two ladies had just departed her store when Jaz felt her cellphone go off in her pocket. She really shouldn't be taking personal calls in the shop, but it was empty and her boss wasn't around.

Besides her other boss, the older sexy blonde lady she was so enamoured with, was phoning her and how could she resist? She slid the green button along to 'Boss Taylor' and answered.

'Hello?'

'Hey there Jasmine... so did they come in?'

'Yes ma'am, it was just like you said.'

Jaz thought she could hear a small laugh down the other end of the phone.

'And what did they buy?'

'Just a little black dress, ma'am, but it looked amazing on the girl. What's her name, ma'am?'

'Karen. I'm sure you'll get to know her a lot better tonight. Did you mention the Basement like I instructed?'

'Yes ma'am, I hinted at it and she definitely seemed interested in it.'

'Did Sarah try and play it down like I asked her to?'

'She's the older one right. Yeah, she did, seemed to get all frosty about it.'

'Excellent. Tell my d... Karen, not to do something and she will do it nine times out of ten.'

'I still don't understand why you can't invite her down there ma'am?'

'Jasmine, you're a cute little thing but I don't pay you to question my plans. Look, its just crucial she be down there when the show kicks off at nine but she must now know I instrumented her being there. Understood?'

'Yes ma'am.' Ever since she had started working at the bar, Jaz had been ever so slightly in love with Taylor and was desperate to please. 'I'll get her down there no questions ma'am. Can I be ... affectionate with her?'

'Please! That would be great. She's never been with another woman before and I'd like you to get her as warmed up as you want. As soon as she walks in, I'll get the bouncer to let you know. You have my permission to leave the bar then, find her, flirt and dance a bit but make sure she's there for the show!'

'Understood ma'am. I can definitely do that for you. Sorry for answering back.'

'That's OK, sweetness. See you later!'

And with a click she had hung up. Jaz felt a pang of sadness then quickly put the phone away when a customer walked in. She didn't know who this Karen was to her boss but she knew she would have a lot of fun tonight.

Karen and Sarah went for a meal in a fancy Italian restaurant that was adjacent to the mall. Karen had a boring carbonara, not wanting to fill her stomach in preparation for night she had coming and Sarah just got a vegetable lasagne. The older lady generously ordered them both a bottle of the house white for them to share. The wine was going to Karen's head after a few sips already and the lunch conversation began to get rather candid.

'You said I was a virgin in your eyes? But, don't take this the wrong way Sarah, but lesbians don't have like ... "sex-sex", so what makes you not a virgin?'

Sarah smiled, swilling the wine around in her mouth and swallowing slowly. Karen could see her neck jolt as she gulped, could almost see the liquid moving down her throat, filling her. She leaned into Karen, whispering seeing as Sapphic sex was not really what the rest of the lunchtime diners needed to hear.

'If you think lesbians don't have sex, honey, you could not be more wrong. You're a virgin to me now because letting some man fuck you ... that's not the real thing.'

Karen's heart fluttered, this talk was exciting her beyond belief. She leant in closer, keeping her voice too to a whisper.

'So tell me ... what's the real thing ... please?'

Sarah didn't say anything for a moment, only biting her lip. Seeing that made it very hard for Karen not to bite her own. The tension in the air was manifesting itself in the wetness that was building inside her pussy now. Sarah was really drawing this out...

'OK. I'll tell you what it's like being with a woman. I'll tell you what I would do to you if you were just some stranger in the bar tonight and not the little Karen I've always known...'

Sarah could hear every time Karen took a deep breath. It was like she was shuddering. Those young eyes were bearing into her with such curious intensity, she hated to tease but she knew this was what Taylor and Amy wanted. Stoke her up then send her down to the bar, was what Taylor had asked for.

'I would take your hand in mine, our soft feminine flesh combining. I wouldn't grab you or take you like a man, I'd bring you to heaven gently. Men are all take take take. I would give you pleasure you can't imagine and love every second of it. You can't imagine what another woman's pussy tastes like on your tongue, Karen ...'

'I think I can!' Karen said unexpectedly and involuntarily, surprising herself. Embarrassed, she pulled herself back together and leant in even closer. 'Go on ... please.'

'When you're with a woman Karen, the sweetness, the feel, the delicacy of God's perfect creation at your fingertips, moulding her sensitive zones and tweaking them for her pleasure, the moans she's making adding to your pleasure in a beautiful cycle. Every part of her body comes alive .... If you've ever masturbated, imagine the way your touch is always much better than any boyfriend. Now imagine a woman who knows exactly how it feels, exactly what you need is touching you and not some man, but she has two hands and can reach places you've only dreamed of ...'

Sarah was stressing each syllable seductively, her words dripping with sex, teasing the young lesbian virgin to unbearable levels. She was making herself wet with all this talk, and it was hard to think of Alice who was waiting for her back in California, or remember that Karen was off bounds when she saw that hungry look on her face, the look of an unmistakeable future dyke. She heard Karen sigh, letting the tension flood out of her just to build up again seconds later.

'Wow ...'

'Wow, indeed.'

Their waitress brought the bill over soon after that and they quickly snapped back into normal conversation but neither could ignore the electric moment they had just shared. They did a tad more shopping, returning to lighter topics, before Sarah dropped her back off outside her house an hour later. Satisfied she had "stoked her up" as required, she walked her to the door and embraced her.

'OK honey, what's the time?' Standing on the doorstep, Karen pulled her phone out and showed her it was near enough seven. 'OK, we should probably get there for about half eight or a bit before. Takes half an hour in a cab, so you better get ready. I'll meet you outside the bar. Here's your dress!'

Karen took it and hugged her family friend, thanking her again then watching her drive off. When the car had left her street, she retrieved her keys and let herself into her empty house. The conversation in the restaurant had been replaying itself for an hour in her head. She couldn't get the sight of Sarah's luscious lipsticked lips slowly tripping over words like 'feminine flesh' and if truth be told, it had been awkward walking round the mall for another half hour with such sticky panties.

She headed up to her room and her en suite, threw her Francesca's bag on the bed and stripped off, jumping into the shower. Even the sight of her own naked body was giving her ideas. As she washed herself all over, she felt her clit throb, aching to be touched and she nearly gave herself what she desperately needed. But then again, if she came, she might freak out and decide she didn't want to go tonight and right now, she reaaally wanted to go tonight.

Maybe that Jaz girl would be there. Hard as it was, she decided not to touch herself that night and settled that, straight as she may have always thought she was, tonight she would let a girl give her that release. She finished showering and began the arduous process of getting ready, sticking on a pop playlist as she did so. When she had just got the dress on and was nearly ready to call a cab, her singing was interrupted.

'WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU ... DING DONG!'

The doorbell had gone off. Perturbed, just about to hit the karaoke high note, she wondered who it could be. Fixing up an earring, she paced down the stairs, flung open the door and saw a taxi parked outside.

'Cab for a Karen?'

Confused, Karen finished her earring and replied.

'Er, yeah, that's me but I didn't order one ... I was going to in a minute .. who ...?'

'I dunno, some English chick. You want the ride or not?'

Mom Amy, she thought to herself. Boy, those two were really keen that she attended tonight and that she was on time. Why the need to be there at that time, wasn't it sexy to be fashionably late. She turned her attention back to the cab driver.

'OK, yeah I'll take it. Gimme five minutes?'

The driver rolled his eyes but nodded, getting into the front. She ran back into the house and put all the finishing touches together, finally slipping into a pair of three inch pumps. When she thought she looked the part, her makeup exquisite, her hair pulled tight in an elegant bun at the back and her tits nice and pronounced with a new push up bra she had got from Pink, she grabbed her clutch bag and headed out the door.

Just as she was about to walk out, she saw a paperweight in the shape of a hedgehog pinning something down to the windowsill by the door. Examining it further, she saw a twenty dollar bill and a scrap of paper attached. She took the paper and read:

For the taxi! Get there on time, darling! Mom Amy xxx

She smiled at her Mom's generosity and took the note, then locked the door behind her. The cab ride took as long as Sarah said, and with nothing to calm her nerves, she looked out the window, trying to placate herself. She couldn't stop thinking of all the women in there, dancing bumping and grinding ... not with men but with each other ... and couldn't wait to be a part of it, nervous as she was.

Eventually, they pulled up outside "Taylor's" bar and sure enough, there was Sarah waiting for her. For someone who she knew to be over fifty, Sarah didn't look out of place at all. She radiated confidence in a loose but sexy dress, a chocolate brown colour which clashed with her red hair, which she had straightened so it fell down to her straps. As Karen hobbled towards her in her heels, she extended a hand and Karen took it.

'You're shaking, honey!'

'Well, I'm very nervous! This is a big thing for me!'

Without warning, she gently leant in and placed a soft kiss on Karen's cheek. She was taken aback but did not drop Sarah's hand. When they looked at each other again, she nervously joked.

'I hope you didn't get any lipstick on me!'

'I wouldn't dream of it,' she mouthed softly, then lifting their shared hands towards the door. 'Come on...'

Karen followed this experienced dyke to the door where a queue had formed. For anyone who said there was anything resembling a "standard lesbian", Karen challenged them to come survey this line of women. For every type of woman imaginable was queueing up to get into "Taylor's", the hottest dyke bar in town. Every race was represented white girls, Asian girls, African-American girls, European girls by some of the accents. Butch women were in line with leather jackets and one with a Mohican, but so too were the lipsticks.

One girl looked like a classic hooker, with a red miniskirt and ripped black fishnets. One small blonde girl was dressed head to toe in pink neon. One tall girl looked almost identical to a man, in just a wife beater and jeans, but with her blonde ponytail scraped to the side at the back of her hair, one of her only signs of her femininity. That and her enormous tits. The great and the good of the lesbian community was hear tonight to party .... And tonight Karen was one of them.

Sarah led her by the hand though to the front of the line, bypassing it, where two burly butch bouncers manned the door. One of the heavy set women was holding a stamp, while the other had nothing more than her huge, heavy hands. They were both wearing men's suits with short close cropped hair, although Left's was blonde while Right's was brown. Sarah greeted them, evident they were on first name terms.

'Hey Claudia!' Blondie nodded. '... alright, Jules!'

The other smiled at Sarah as much as she could manage. Claudia reached out a tree trunk of an arm and lifted the railing for Sarah. She stepped through and Karen went to follow.

'Woah woah woah! Your friend here is going to have to show some ID, Sarah.'

Jules looked sharply at her companion and mouthed quietly.

'Don't you know who that is? That's the boss's daughter!'

Claudia's expression instantly changed to an apologetic one. Jules faced the young girl.

'So sorry Karen, step right in.' When she was past the line, Jules asked her for her hand and she offered the dainty thing up. She stamped the club print on her outstretched palm, an ink stamp of "Taylor's" then went to take it away. 'Hang on, you need another one yet. You'll see later, doll...'