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Regina Jamison






I had originally joined Mission Mommies as an outlet for my children. It was a way for them to meet and make friends with other children. It was also an outlet for me. It allowed me to make connections with other African-American women who were stay-at-home moms. The activities that were arranged for the children were always great. But the moms’ night outs were even better.

Tammy was not the leader of Mission Mommies but she had a tendency to take over. High of spirit and behind, both her mouth and her ass were always in motion. Some of the moms silently disapproved of Tammy’s buoyancy, but I found it and her exciting. Needless to say, we became fast friends.

We would meet, outside of the group, at each other’s homes. While our children played blissfully together upstairs, Tammy and I conversed downstairs. We would talk from one thing to the other, moving in and out of each topic with ease. Then one day we got into a discussion about lesbians. Who was; who wasn’t. Which movie stars had come out publicly and those, whom we suspected, who were still hiding.

“Well, there’s Rosie O’Donnell and Melissa Etheridge, ” Tammy said. We had walked into the kitchen where she was getting us some lemonade.

“Yeah, I know, ” I said, watching her ass as she moved from the refrigerator to the counter. “But where are all the African-American lesbians? There’s only Jennifer Beale who pretends at being a lesbian on The L Word.”

“Oh, my God. You watch that show, too? ”

“Yes.”

“Why do you watch it? ” Tammy asked. She walked over to the table and set our glasses down. Sweat rolled down the front of mine. I wiped my hand and my brow. I watched her breasts jiggle as she moved around in the kitchen chair, trying to make herself comfortable.

“Well, the sex is hot for one. Two, the sex is hot and three, the characters are believable.”

“I agree, ” Tammy said. Then she took a long gulp of her drink.

Her eyes were on me the whole time. It was as if she were studying me. Weighing the words she wanted to say. I kept my eyes on her—not shying away from the challenge. But, for some reason, I was nervous. I disguised my trepidation by holding onto my glass tightly and sucking down my drink. Tammy lowered her glass slightly from her lips. She spoke over the top of her cup.

“Have you ever had a lesbian encounter? ”

“Me? ” I said almost immediately. “Umm…why do you ask? ” It was an avoidance strategy I’d picked up years before. Answer a question with a question. It took the focus off of me.

“I’m curious, is all. When I was in college I had a tumultuous affair with my roommate. The sex was great and I loved her dearly, but I didn’t know what to do with us at the time. So, I inadvertently treated her badly and jeopardized the relationship. Years later, I realized that she was the first person I, truly, ever loved.”

“You never saw her again? ” I asked.

“No. Sadly, I haven’t. But I think about her often.”

“Have you been with any other women since then? ”

“No. Shortly after my breakup with her, I got married and had kids.”

I took a long pull from my drink before I said, “Would you like to make love to a woman again? ”

Tammy looked at me for a moment. She sat her glass down on the table. “I would. My husband is an excellent lover but…I mean, really, it has nothing to do with him. I just miss the feel of a woman. The softness. The sexiness. Maybe even the whole taboo aspect of it. So, I’d have to say, yes, I would like to make love to a woman again. What about you? ”

“Me? What? ” I asked. I was playing the avoidance game again.

“Oh, come on, Gail. I just spilled my guts to you about something very personal and you keep avoiding the issue. Now, why is that? ” Her words held suspicion.

I got up and walked over to the counter to pour myself some more lemonade. I thought it would be easier to respond to Tammy’s questions if I didn’t have to face her. With my back to her, I said, “Yes.”

I heard Tammy turn around in her chair. I kept my face to the wall.

“Yes, what? ”

“Yes, I have had lesbian encounters and, yes, I’d like to continue to do so.”

“I thought you had done some dabbling.”

“Why did you think that? ”

“Because of the way you look at me sometimes. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at some of the other moms in the group. It’s like you’re touching us with your eyes. Soft and tiny caresses.”

“Oh.” That was all I managed to say.

Tammy’s chair rubbed against the floor. I heard her coming toward me but I remained as I was; my back to her, my face to the wall. Then I felt her breath on my neck and her pussy on my ass. Her hands were wrapped around my waist. My heart pounded. I couldn’t breathe.

“You know, Gail, ” Tammy said softly in my right ear. “I was thinking, it could be you. You could be my next lesbian experience. Would you like that? ” Her right hand slipped down toward my crotch.

“Yes, ” I said.

I rolled my head back and closed my eyes. Slowly, she stroked the lips between my thighs. I gasped, leaned into her and parted my legs. Tammy reached in further. She fondled my pussy deeply and gently. It felt good. I moved to her rhythm. My vaginal lips swelled and filled with moisture. She pressed her fingers into my wet pussy and pressed her cunt into my wanton ass. Her stroke hastened. I pumped faster. I was in a frenzy. I’d dreamed of this moment since the first time we’d met. Now, my wish was being fulfilled. Our movements quickened still. Tammy rode my ass like a rodeo cowboy and I fucked her hand steadily. She lifted my halter top at the waist and squeezed my breasts and nipples. My nipples hardened to her touch. My pussy and panties were drenched. I was so close to coming.

“Ahh, yes, Gail. Yes, ” Tammy said. “I’m finally fucking you.”

Apparently, it was a shared dream. Her words resonated right through me and I came with a fury immediately after they were spoken. I collapsed onto the countertop. Tammy continued to pump her pussy into my further protruded ass.

“Yes, I’m fucking you, Gail, ” she said. “I…am…fucking…you! ” She accentuated each word with firm, forward thrusts. Her hand still worked on my pussy and I continued to spasm. Tammy’s humping quickened still.

“Gail. Oh, Gail. I’m coming, ” she said. “I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming. Yes! Oh, yes.”

Tammy came, nearly lifting me off the floor with every thrust. Then she fell over on top of me. We stood this way for awhile. We caught our breath and listened to the children playing upstairs. Finally, we stood up. I turned around to face Tammy. I looked at her. She looked at me. We grabbed and embraced each other. Our mouths clamped together, like magnets, in a deep, lingering kiss. When we pulled apart, Tammy said, “We must do that again…soon.”

I smiled. I kissed her gently on the lips, this time savoring the taste of her.

“Yes. I agree. But when? Where? I mean, I’d like to make love to you. All of you.”

“Yes, I’d like that, too.” Tammy thought for a moment. “Hey, what about Saturday? Are you free? ”

“I’m free, but our husbands will be home.”

“We’ll tell them it’s moms’ night out. We’ll get a hotel room and indulge ourselves fully, ” Tammy said.

“That sounds like a plan, ” I said. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I, ” she said. A long, lingering kiss was our handshake.

 

Saturday finally arrived. The morning and afternoon proved busy for me with errands, art classes for the kids, and fencing practice. But all the while my thoughts were on that night and Tammy. The experience we had shared in her kitchen was exhilarating. When my husband made love to me two days after my tryst, I had thought of Tammy. His tongue was her tongue. His hands were her hands. His dick, her pussy. Thank God, it was Saturday because I wanted more!

As the evening approached, I was uncertain about what to wear. It was a June night; around eighty degrees and a slight breeze blew. I wanted to look sexy for Tammy but not too sexy so as to be questioned by my husband. I decided to wear a plain, softly pleated, blue skirt and a white sleeveless top. Underneath, I wore a frilly black satin bra and thong with garters and stockings. I felt sexually ripe. I wondered what Tammy would wear. I pictured her in a candy apple red, laced teddy. The color, a beautiful contrast against her deep, dark skin. I saw her lying back on the bed, legs spread, her pussy glinting in the light. I had to stop imagining and focus. Time would bring us together soon.

When I got to the hotel, Tammy had checked in already. The desk clerk gave me the key to room 413. I went upstairs. I let myself in. I was taken aback by the sight before me. Tammy and two other women were seated on an ostensibly large bed. They were kissing and groping one another. Finally, Tammy saw me.

“Gail.” She got up and walked toward me.

I looked at her. I raised my eyebrows a bit. This slight gesture evoked all I wanted to say. Tammy took my hand and kissed me. Her breath, lips, were warm and laced with wine. Pinot.

Or was it Chardonnay?

“Don’t worry, ” Tammy whispered in my ear. “I know them very well. We’ll have fun. I promise.”

I didn’t doubt that fun was to be had. I wanted fun. Fun, I could do. But I wanted Tammy for myself. Who were these women? Why did Tammy opt for the bigger experience? Were she and I, together, not enough?

Tammy pulled me further into the room, toward the bed where the other women waited.

“This is Gail, ” she said as she pointed to me.

“Hello, Gail, ” said a pecan-colored woman. She had naturally red hair that hung down to her waist. It was locked. Her breasts billowed out over the top of her shirt. A blatant invitation.

“That’s Sierra, ” Tammy said.

“Hello, Sierra.”

Then Tammy pointed to the other woman. She was brown-skinned. Her hair was cut in what we used to call a “Caesar.” African designed earrings hung from each ear. She seemed average to me. But then she smiled and said, “Hello, Gail.” They were the same words uttered by the other woman, but this time, they were sexually infused. There was a heat to them and her smile lit up the room.

“This is Bronique.” Tammy massaged the woman’s shoulder.

“Bronique, you have a lovely voice, ” I said.

“Thank you.” She smiled that sexy smile again. I decided to sit down next to her. This could be fun after all, I thought.

Tammy handed me a large glass of wine, then took center stage. “Now that we’re all acquainted, I’d like to propose a toast.”

We lifted our glasses and waited. Our suite had a balcony. The doors of which were thrown open. Warm air and faint city noises rushed in. The sky was several shades lighter than our wine. The view from where I sat was breathtaking.

“Here’s to love, lasciviousness, and lesbians, ” Tammy said. “Cheers.”

“Cheers, ” we said.

I drained my glass. Bronique got up to get me another drink. I watched Sierra as she got up and walked to the small bedside table. She put a Sade CD into the CD player. Tammy sat down beside me.

“Good-looking women, ” I whispered to Tammy as I checked out the other women’s bodies. “But who are they? I thought this was going to be just you and me? ”

“I know. But Bronique and Sierra are old friends and they wanted to try something new. All of us, together, here, is something new. Don’t you want to try something new? I thought I’d surprise you.”

“I’m very surprised, ” I said.

“I thought you’d be pleased. I think you are…especially with Bronique. I saw the way you looked at her. I think she’s into you, too. Did you see that ass? Girl!! Shhh, here she comes.”

“I thought you’d like more wine, ” Bronique said. She bent slightly to hand me the glass.

Our hands touched and a warmth spread through me.

“Come. Sit, ” I said. I patted the space beside me. Tammy got up and walked toward Sierra. Bronique sat down.

“So, what is it that you do, Bronique? ”

“I do voice-overs, ” she said. The sound of her voice thrilled me.

“Your voice is so sexy.”

“Thank you. You sound pretty sexy yourself.”

I looked into her eyes. They were big and brown with long, flipped up lashes. “No, you don’t understand. Simply hearing you speak is making me hot.”

“Well, let me say more. Maybe I can talk you out of those clothes.”

“I’d like that a lot, ” Bronique said.

I emptied my wine glass and put it aside. I turned to Bronique. Our lips met. Hers were hot, soft and full. Soon, my tongue found hers and our kisses deepened. I touched her face. I felt her head. I pulled her closer. We fell back on the bed. Our lips remained locked. I pulled away, looked at her, and said, “Say something.”

“Fuck me, ” she said. I moaned, laid on top of her, and, again, I kissed her deeply. She felt my ass through my skirt. She traced the divide of my ass with her fingertips. My pussy watered. I rubbed it against hers. I wanted more. Bronique wanted more. I could tell.

She pushed my skirt down over my ass and hips. Someone, not Bronique, pulled my skirt down the rest of the way. I straddled Bronique and removed my shirt. She felt my breasts through the black satin bra. She ran her hands down the front of my thong, tracing the “V” that made its way between my thighs. She felt my heat. My wetness. I kissed her and pulled off her shirt. I unlatched her bra. Her breasts spilled out and begged to be kissed, sucked, nibbled. I fulfilled every request.

I looked around. I noticed that everyone else had stripped. I got up and removed my thong and bra, but I left my heels on. I felt lustful in them. We were all on the bed naked. Bronique and I were side by side. She pulled me into her arms. I kissed her. Beside me, I heard Sierra and Tammy kissing. Hearing them pleasuring each other filled me with pleasure. A feeling I wanted to share.

I slide my fingers down toward Bronique’s clit. It was hard and she was wet. I slipped three fingers into her pussy. She moaned, rotated her hips and spread her legs wider. I thrust my fingers in and out of her wet pussy and kissed her again. She arched her back to meet each blow. Tammy and Sierra moved closer. I stopped kissing Bronique. I looked over at Tammy. She lay next to Bronique with her legs wide open. I could smell her sex. I was brought back to our encounter on her kitchen counter.

“Fuck me, too, Gail, ” Tammy said. “I want you and Sierra to fuck me.”

I reached over and rubbed Tammy’s mound. It was hot, hairy and horny. She wiggled when I entered her. Then Sierra pushed her fingers into Tammy along with mine. Tammy moaned and gyrated. Bronique moved faster. My other hand was deep inside of her. It dripped with her juices. I stroked her faster to match her rhythm. I could tell she was about to climax. I pulled my hand out of Tammy and focused on Bronique.

“Oh, yes, ” she said in that sexy voice of hers. “Faster! Faster! Give it to me! Don’t stop! I’m…I’m…coming! ”

Warm liquid washed over and down my hand. She called out and gyrated her hips. Her toes curled. She reached for my hand and pulled it further into her pussy. I slipped another finger into her wetness. She moaned loudly and tossed her head from side to side. I pushed my fingers in further. She spread her legs wider in acceptance. I pumped and I prodded. Bronique gyrated and moaned. Her vaginal walls clenched and released, clenched and released around my hand. Her movements slowed. Then she collapsed deeper into the bed.

Tammy fingered me now. “Wait, ” I said. I could barely get the words out. “I know a way we can all be satisfied at once.”

I turned Bronique over onto her stomach. I told Sierra to get on top of Bronique. I told Tammy to lie on top of Sierra. I got on top of Tammy. The ultimate sandwich—pussy to ass, pussy to ass. We fucked like a well-oiled train. Tammy’s ass was plump and sweet. I broke a sweat giving it to her from behind. I felt like such a stud. This time, I was the cowboy. Tammy bucked and swayed beneath me. I held on to her waist and rode her ass. The juice from my pussy spread across it. Up and down. Up and down. We moved in unison. As if choreographed, Bronique came first, then Sierra, then Tammy, then me.

Well into the night, we found new ways to satisfy each other until we were spent. We showered, exchanged phone numbers, promised to get together again and kissed each other good-bye.

When I got home it was one o’clock. I put on my pajamas and eased into bed. My husband was asleep. I didn’t want to wake him. Besides, I was dead tired. My husband turned on his side.

“How was moms’ night out? ” His voice was groggy.

“It was great, ” I said. “We’re going to do it again next month.”

“That’s nice, honey.” I heard him snoring before he finished the sentence. I smiled and fell asleep.


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