Cindy and Joleen
Chapter 5
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Cindy walks into
the open air café and looks around for Magritte.
makes her way over to her.
Margi stands up to
greet Cindy. Margi’s about 5’7” with a
trim and very sexy build. She has a
nervous lit in her voice as she says, “Cindy, thank you for coming.”
The redhead and
blonde sit opposite each other, “It’s the least Ah could do honey.
The waiter comes
to take their drinks, and takes a movement to ogle the beautiful women sitting
in his section. Cindy’s wearing a bright
red, low cut sundress while Margi has on a more conservative tank top and blue
jeans combo.
After the waiter
leaves, Margi looks at the table and says, “It is kinda important.”
“So, what’s up
honey?”
Margi has a very
nervous expression as she looks Cindy in the face.
few months right.”
Cindy nods her
head, allowing Margi to continue at her own pace.
Margi grabs a hold
of the cloth napkin and starts twisting it subconsciously.
to talking bout our fantasies, our sexual
fantasies.” She blushes before
continuing, “Well, some of the things he told me were pretty kinky, but they
turned me on.” By now Margi’s face is
bright red with embarrassment.
Cindy gently
prods, “What were t fan fantasies honey?”
Margi looks down
at the table, “I… I…
But, I know a bit about the relationship between you and Jo; and how
kinky it gets, that’s the type of fantasies Jeff told me about.”
“Ah’m guessing he
wants to top you?”
“What do you
mean?”
“He wants to be
your sexual masta correct?”
Margi swallows
audibly before nodding her head.
Just then the
drinks arrive, giving Margi a moment to collect herself.
After the waiter
leaves, Cindy resumes, “Alright honey, now let’s get down to the brass
tacks. You’ve made your confession, now
what do you need me for?”
“I…
need…,” Margi stammers.
“Ya need my advice
on how to handle the boy?”
Margi meekly nods
her head.
“Alright sugah,
I’ll help ya out if ya want me to.”
Margi looks up in
surprise, “You will?”
“Yeah, Ah will,
but only as far as advice goes, beyond that honey, figuring things out for yo
self is part of the fun.” Cindy gives
the other woman a very saucy grin that earns her another blush.
bout doing this lessen you trust him one hundred percent; anything less you’ll
get hurt bad, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well.
“Secondly, before
yo first session, set down with yo masta and establish the boundaries, what you
will and will not do. As time goe
an
and the trust builds as well as him learning your real limits, these can be
relaxed, but at the beginning they’re critical.
“Third, and as
important as the second, establish a ‘safe word’.”
“What’s a ‘safe
word’?”
“It’s something
that you can use to stop everything if it starts to get to be too much or he
goes too far.”
“What do you
mean?”
Cindy sighs, “You
know my boss, Mr. Jacobs, the world’s worst chauvinistic pig?
ma limit and I was ready to tear him apart.
Instead I called Jo and she agreed to come over and let me take out my
anger on her butt rather then on his neck.
Well, to make a long story short, I tore into Jo pretty hard, too damn
hard as it turns out. She’da let me keep going if Ah
needed to but fortunately, Ah didn’t.”
“What did you do?”
“To make her use
the word?”
Margi nher
her
head.
“Ah was a little
to enthusiastic in the use of the cat.”
“Alright, so what
makes a good safe word?”
“It should be
something that won’t normally come up in one of yo sessions; and as a top, Ah’d
say in normal conversation.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, whenever I
hear someone, especially Jo, says honor, even in normal conversations, it makes
me shudder and panic a little bit.”
Margi stands up
and Cindy follows suite. The two women
embrace and Margi says, “Thanks Cin, I’ll try and remember everything you told
me.”
“If ya need
anything sugah, ya just have ta gimme a call.”
Margi pays for the
drinks and the two part company, each to their own lover.
***
Cindy rushes back
to her apartment, grateful it’s the weekend.
When she gets back
to her apartment, Cindy goes straight for the phone, picks it up and dials a
familiar number.
Three rings later,
the lines picked up and she hears, “Hiya, this is Jo, I’m out at the moment,
please leave your name and number, and I’ll try to get back with ya.
Cindy puts the phone
back on the hook and then makes a beeline for her bedroom.
“If Jo’s not
around, I’ll just have to take care of things myself.”
The chat with
Margi had gotten her really worked up.
Cindy quickly
strips her clothes and retrieves the vibrator from the nightstand.
A quick flick of
her thumb and Cindy hears the gentle whir as the vibrator comes to life.
Cindy takes the
vibrator in her right hand and reaches it down to her dripping sex while her
left hand starts to teak her nipples.
She gasps as the vibrator comes into contact with her pulsing pussy.
She pinches her
nipple as she slowly slides the vibrator into her slit.
Another moan
escapes Cindy’s lips as she feels the dildo begin to separate her folds.
continues to penetrate her sex.
Her breathing
becomes ragged as the tingling in her pussy grows and she quickly approaches
orgasm. Just as she approaches the
precipice, Cindy reaches her hand down, and with practiced ease, she roughly
flicks her clit, sending her right over the edge into paradise.
When she comes
down, Cindy quickly cleans her toy off and gets dressed, just as she’s slipping
her panties on, she hears the front door open.
“Hey Jo, I’ll be out in a sec.”
She quickly throws
on a pair of shorts and walks out into the living room; and right into the
shock of her life. Jo’s standing in the
entranceway with the door still open in a beautiful red dress that’s been torn
to hell and back, and there are several bruises starting to show on her face
and other exposed skin.
Cindy sprints
across the room and grabs Jo in a hug just before she collapses.
carry Jo over to the couch.
As Cis las laying
Jo down, she starts to come to, “Cindy, oh God, I’m so glad I made it here.”
“Jo what the fuck
happened?”
“Jeff.”
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