Date: 5 Mar 2001 11:11:57 -0800 From: Jan Subject: If Club 2 (Adult Youth g/FF) WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a women and girl. If this type of content offends you, or you are under the age of 18, do not read it. Please e-mail me at janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2001 Jan. All Rights Reserved. The If Club 2 When I got home I went right to bed and dreamed about Wendy making love to me all night. I got every little sleep. I was masturbating all night. In the morning I got up and showered again and dressed in jeans and denim shirt and canvas tennis shoes. I helped Mom make breakfast but my mind was miles away, actually less than two miles away. I did my homework but had to do everything two or three times because I could not keep my mind on what I was doing. I tried watching TV but it was no use, all I could think about was what Wendy looked like. I could see her thick pubic brush of dark hair. The big breasts I could feel them in my mouth. I was driving myself crazy trying to think of a way that I could get to her house. Mom solved the problem, she telling my brother Mark and I that her and Dad were driving down to San Diego to visit her sister for the rest of the weekend. It was something about a last minutes surprise for her husband. She gave us all the normal admonishments about things we should not do nor make a mess in the house nor have our friends over all weekend. I assured her that I could spend the rest of the weekend with my best friend Becky. Mark said that he could call his buddies and take their dirt bikes out to the Apple Valley area to run the desert. Mark made a couple of calls and within the hour his three cronies were there with their dirt bikes in a trailer. Mark ran his up the ramp and tossed in a small bag with a change of clothes and the riding gear. They had food in a couple of iceboxes. And an Igloo full water, and of course a couple of cases of beer. Mom Dad and I waved goodbye as they drove off in the direction of the Santa Monica Freeway. Mom and Dad hung a change of clothes in the back of the Chevy sedan and they kissed me good bye and were gone. I ran into the house and called Wendy. Hello Wendy! This is Jan. Wendy: Hello Jan! I was just thinking about you. Good what are you doing the rest of the weekend? Wendy: I was not planning on doing anything other than going to the If Club tonight. I was hoping you would like to spend it with me. Wendy: Said I would love that Honey. I gave her my address and asked what I should bring. She told me to bring a nice dress and a toothbrush. A half-hour later Wendy pulled into my driveway. I gave her a warm kiss, but nothing that would alarm the neighbors if they were watching. I had a change of clothes in a garment bag and a makeup bag. I tossed the bag into the back of the car and jumped into the passenger seat. We pulled out and headed for her home. We parked in back as usual and entered through the back door. We went right to the bedroom and Wendy checked out my clothes. I had royal blue and white three-inch pumps, nylons and my finest underclothes and the maturest dress I had in my closet. Royal blue silk dress that looked almost like a cocktail dress. Tight enough to show off my nice breasts and the skirt flared a little. The Cashmere sweater was just right for a warm spring night. Wendy stood back and watched me change. She had on a business type suit with heels. She looked like she was going to work. When I was changed we left the house and drove to a nice restaurant just off La Cenega Boulevard on Restaurant Row. We pulled under the canvas canopy and the doors were opened for us and she gave her key to the parking lot attendant in exchange for a numbered slip of paper. We entered into a dark room that was a bar. She gave her name to the receptionist and was immediately led to a private upstairs dinning-room with small tables and booths. We were sat in a booth that was secluded as far from the kitchen as possible. Wendy surprised me by ordering for both of us in French. The waitress asked if we would like something from the bar. Wendy again said something in French and the waitress thanked us and was gone. Another young waitress brought out the salad, bread and butter. She poured ice water in our goblets. And the first one came back with a tray and too tall Long Island Ice Tea's. I sipped mine and new tea was not the main ingredient. We chatted as we ate and she found out I was in a catholic High school and had one brother. Where my parents were for the weekend and where Mark was. I noticed that everyone in this restaurant was a woman. Wendy told me that this is an upscale women's gay bar and restaurant. I checked out the women. They were not what I would have expected. They were all well dressed and nothing would give away that they were gay if it were not for the hand holding and discrete kissing. The salad dishes were gone as soon as we pushed them away. And a silver tureen of French onion soup was ladled into our bowels. The broth was divine. The main course was Buff Burgeon. It was a pastry cup shell sitting on a bed of rice and filled to overflowing with tender beef chunks in a wine sauce with carrots and onions. And a few young vegetables decorated the dish. I had never had anything that tasted so good. When dinner was finished they brought out bowels of fried ice cream. It turns out to be a ball of vanilla ice cream covered with a crunchy coating of a Carmel covered crust that was like crushed corn flakes. It is hot but the ice cream is still frozen inside. Wendy signed the check and we were standing in the cool night air as the parking lot attendant retrieved her car. My door was opened for me as she tipped the driver and away we went. We drove back to the corner of Pico Blvd. and Vermont Ave. We parked in the lot behind the If Club and we went in the green door. I was fascinated to see what the inside looked like. The place was clean and smelled of alcohol. The bar was of dark wood along the north wall and a brass foot rail at the bottom of the bar. The south wall was lined with small booths were red covered. In the back were two pool tables and a small dance floor. The women playing pool looked like they would be right at home at a waterfront redneck bar. They looked like they could hold their own in a fight with truck drivers or stevedores. The one's dancing were a mix of tough looking women in jeans and sports shirts and some women in dresses. Some looked like couples, but others couples looked like two men dancing our two girls dancing. A lot of grouping was going on and some tongue kissing. No one even asked why a child was in the bar. As we found an empty booth in back. A big woman dressed in slacks; boots and a loose fitting blouse that did nothing to hide her massive breasts approached our table. Her dark hair was short and styled typically for an early 50's Doris Day look. She said: Wendy is careful we don't want to give the heat any reason to bust us. Wendy: Harriet I want you to meet Jan! Jan this is Harriet the owner of the If Club. I just brought her in tonight to check it out. We will be out of here as soon as we have a coke and find Kathy. Harriet said: I will send her to your table as soon I see her. And she left only to return with to glasses of Coke. Wendy was showing me off, I was to learn as several women stopped at our table to be introduced to me. They all had to kiss me on the cheek or mouth and more than one put the back of their hand on my breasts. I looked at Wendy when they did this. She let me know that each of them was letting me know that they wanted me. But they will not move on you without my permission. This outing was to let them know that you are my girl. The idea that I was being introduce in the lesbian community as her girl was making my panties wet. Harriet was behind the bar when a woman came in dressed in full biker garb. Her hair was short, black leather jacket, leather jeans and engineer boots. She motioned her over and said something in her ear and motioned her in our direction. She walked directly to our table. Wendy's back was to her. The woman put her hands on Wendy's shoulders and kissed her on the mouth as she turned her head. She said: My aren't we fem tonight! Wendy laughed and introduced Kathy to me. Kathy sat down next to me and put her hand on my knee. Wendy explained that last night was my first time with a woman. And she wanted me to have a go at a three way with her. Kathy said: Why are we wasting time here. The three of us left by the back door. Kathy went to a motorcycle and unlocked it. I have to get this right, she said it was a Harley Davidson Electro Glide. It was an aqua blue and cream white two-tone thing with wind shield and plastic saddlebags. Wendy and I got in her car and Kathy followed us home. We parked in the back. We stopped in the kitchen only long enough to get some mixed drinks. Then we all went to the bedroom. We undressed each other and left our clothes in a pile on the floor. I took Kathy's clothes off of her. Like Wendy the night before she smelt of leather and cigarettes. Under her jacket and jeans all she had on was a halter top and bikini panties. Kathy undressed Wendy and Wendy undressed me. Then Wendy took me in her arms and carried me to the bed. Wendy kissed my face, neck, and throat on her way to my breasts. She sucked on them for what seamed like eternity. Kathy got on the other side of the bed. She was feeling my legs as she sucked my on my navel. My vagina could not have been any wetter. She kissed a trail down the center of my body on her way to my vagina. I was climaxing so fast that I could not tell when one started and the last one ended. But I finally passed out. When I woke up Wendy and Kathy were on either side of me playing with my breasts. Wendy said welcome back baby! Are you ready for a daisy chain? I asked what that was? It will be easier just to show you Honey. With that they moved me down on the bed. They moved around until we formed a triangle on our sides. Then Wendy lifted my leg and put her face in my crotch and started licking me. I was looking at Kathy's black bush and put my tongue in it and licked her like a starving animal. I could hear Kathy slurping Wendy's pussy. When I felt Wendy's tongue exploring my asshole I did the same to Kathy. We licked each other almost all night long. We fell asleep with our heads between each other's lags. In the morning we made breakfast. Kathy asked me at the table if I had a girlfriend as sweet as me that would like a Biker Mom? I thought about that and said I think I know just the girl for you. Kathy dressed and rode off. Wendy and I had the rest of the day to make love before I would have to get home. We went back to bed and felt each other and licked each other until we had to stop for food. By 6 p.m. we showered with each other and washed each other very carefully. We dressed and she drove me home. I was in front of the TV even before Mark got home. That night I had lot to think about as I went to sleep. I was deeming about all the possibilities there were for me. Hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your comments to janmay699@icqmail.com