Drew's Family Affairs Chapter 2

Drew's Family Affairs

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So, Drew and Stephanie and Susan and Karen set about the building of a household, for once women decide to do something there is no stopping them. Just to refresh the reader's memory, a brief introduction is in order. As we learned in the first account of Drew, she and Susan are both heading into their senior years at a Southern California high school. They are besties and they are both gay. Drew is very cute blonde and Susan is a brunette. They are both cross-country and track runners with sights set on competing in college, preferably the same one. Right now, it's looking like Loyola Marymount University for both of them. It's got a solid athletic legacy and is very open to gays and lesbians. They both rejoiced when they received their offers the same day. They'd go in as a package deal!

Stephanie and Karen are their mothers, and they've both come out this past year as lesbians. They are both "lookers"; that is, they were so good looking that men and women had to do a double take to check them out. Now they've all come to realize that they are each other's best friend...and lover. Karen got her divorce about nine months ago and Stephanie is just coming off hers. They both got the homes in their settlements, and they've going to be smart about their assets. Karen and Susan are in the process of moving in with Stephanie and Drew, and renting their house to a third party. And now that we are on the same page, here's the rest of the story.

They first set some "soft deadlines"; ones they knew they could hit. For example, their first was to have Susan and Karen move in with Stephanie and Drew in two weeks. If they miss by a day who cares. They did not want this to be an ordeal, so they'd move and begin to setup their household.

It would actually work out quite nicely as the redecorating of Stephanie's place was halfway done, and Susan and Karen could put their fingerprints on the décor. They decided on white trim for most of the rooms. They hired some (gay) female painters and made the move to colors that really popped like reds and blues and greens. They opted for new carpet throughout. Stephanie already had some paintings of woman and female scenes (like the one of women gathered around a female piano player) but gave Karen the right to make the call on further décor for at least the first year or two. The bedrooms of Drew and Susan would be their responsibility to upgrade, though their mothers would be available for their opinions of course. The kitchen needed a makeover but that would be the following year.

The first task at Stephanie's was to get ALL of the guy stuff out of there. Drew's brother got this mostly done with two trips of his dad's car one Saturday. Over the next two days they found things tucked here and there and just put them in the garbage. Stephanie stood in the doorway and said "get these fucking things out of here. I want a new beginning; no men, ever again."

"Amen sister, preach it, preach the word" and "we've got the men beat with our smallest strapon anyway" were the silly comeback from Drew and Susan. In one week, it was a man-free zone. It smelled fresh; it felt really warm. In two weeks, they had freshly painted rooms and new carpeting throughout. Several pieces of artwork from Karen really added to the ambience.

On the second Saturday of their new life Susan, Drew, and Stephanie (Karen was attending to her home) took clean rags, brooms, vacuum cleaners, and sanitizers to the places where the ex-husband had anything and by lunch it was done. The home just smelled great and looked better. The purification was almost over.

Karen, meanwhile, was getting her home in rentable condition. She had high standards but also had a huge head start because the males had left over a year ago. Now that she was going to be a landlord, she wanted "A" tenants and she did not want them to concerned about anything.

She left most of the paintings, wall hangings, and drapes (she replaced the ones she took to their new household with fresh objets d'art. She had a contractor refurbish the back deck on the house and she did a fabulous job. Another one covered the walls with the most contemporary paints from Sherwin Williams. She had Molly Maid clean after she did a deep cleaning, just to give you an idea of how thorough she was.

The next week Stephanie joined her for a final walk through. They answered the question: does this home leave anything to be desired? The answer was no, and the marketplace confirmed their conclusions. It was rented within two weeks at ideal price to a couple of gay professors from UCLA. They replaced most of the lesbian art with gay or other art and Karen picked up her pieces and hung a couple of them at Stephanie's. Their home looked quite, quite lesbian.

When they finally made the move on the Saturday it took about 2 hours. So, come Saturday dinner, they were all dressed to the nines and went to Sandy's, a lesbian bar (and grill) over on 7th Street to celebrated. They had had a fabulous time getting ready, both in the bathroom and in the "boudoir". They laughed and carried on, slapping asses and grabbing boobies.

The women dressed and looked F.I.N.E. Red toenail polish, trimmed fingernails of various styles and colors, no makeup, no panties beneath the dresses and no bras. This time they would opt for varied thigh highs. They all looked delectably delectable. When they sat down at their table all eyes at the restaurant were on them, drinking in their femininity.

"Clearly, two mothers and daughters out for an evening," thought everyone in the place. "What could the arrangement be? How fluid?" Maybe in another time and place they could get the answers to those questions. Or maybe tonight.

"This place is...wonderful," said Drew. "I want to come back here; bring women, meet women."

"You and me both," said Susan. "It is the place to come to when you are gay. We can just be gay here, not thinking about straights or men."

At the club they dined and then danced for three hours. The food was fine, but most women come to Sandy's not for the food but to be in the company of women. Drew and Susan were asked to dance by practically everyone in the establishment—the hand lips and tongues found eager recipients in Susan and Drew. They would return to their mother-lovers after each dance. At first, the four women were kind of oblivious to the situation. But it turned out to be a coming out party for Drew and Susan. It was rare to see two women so beautiful, so young, so full of life and confidence, that it was a treat for the establishment. Drew and Susan luckily had their phones with them; they captured at least 8 women's names and numbers for futures reference (dates). After they typed in their names and numbers, the typed a little note to themselves. They put an "L" after their name so they knew they were lesbian, and one to two words on where they met them.

Their mothers were fine with it; they had their own thing going, their own mission of finding baes. They danced with each other mainly but also with a few of the randy wenches at Sandy's.

The bartender and wait staff looked the other way when Drew and Susan ordered cocktails. For they knew them, and knew that they were terribly responsible. Besides, they were there with their mothers and they weren't driving. Celebrating. When it was 12:00 they took off in the late model Lexus for home.

The foursome was ready to "go to bed" when they got home, but first they met in the living room where they sat on the two sofas. They were feeling very good and after sharing a celebratory joint, they were a little drunk, very high, and exceedingly amorous.

Susan and Stephanie began making out, if only because they were sitting next to one another on the sofa. Drew and Karen were making out in the larger sofa, completely lost in each other. When Stephanie announced that she and Susan were going to retire to the bedroom, the naked Drew and Karen merely grunted asset.

"Bring out a couple of strapons. Make them big, but not too big," said Karen, out of breath. She said this as she was tribbing with Drew on top, in missionary style. They both laughed at the "not too big" comment, but went right on tribbing and didn't miss a beat. They were both in that mood where they couldn't say enough "bad" things (cunt, whore, suck it, fuck it) but in between were uttering how much they loved it and loved each other.

For Karen did love Drew and loved making love to her. She loved the way she smelled (Spring flowers) the way she tasted (like an understated fruit cocktail). She loved Drew's complexion and hair color. Her tan, (which she achieves so effortlessly), highlights her eyes (big and brown), her hair (naturally dark brown with blond highlights), and her smile (God, one smile from Drew can give the entire football team hard-ons). It all fit together so well into one delicious package. It is no wonder that Drew's phone is constantly pinging with so many offers. But Karen began to think, "she is mine. I can let the women of the world have her in small pieces; but, tonight, she is mine".

"Well, we'll see those two in the morning," said Susan, laughing. Stephanie laughed a hearty laugh at the joke. But she had other things on her mind that evening.

There is nothing quite like a hot dyke you're really attracted to tearing off your clothes to get you in the mood. Stephanie unzipped Susan's dress and the she bent down to undo her shoes. She turned to have the same done to her. Stephanie loved the crimson of Susan's toe nails and the deep teal of her fingernails. Susan was quite a sight to see in her thigh highs and bra. She had the body of a woman, ready to bust out at any moment. Her hair was a delicious black, her eyes a fiery deep brown. Her beasts were a perky B+ cup, aching to grow to size C or D, but being held back by her running exploits. She was gorgeous! Susan danced in place, to a lesbian tune that was on her mind, to a lesbian dance of love she saw on a video. When they were both naked, Stephanie took up the dance too, both pawing at each other, portents of the lovemaking they were both aching to begin.

At 42 Stephanie could hold her own with anyone in the sensuality department. Still, she knew that she could fight aging and look even hotter if she could really get in shape.

She had lost ten pounds since she decided she was a lesbian. With a flat belly and tight ass, she seemed to be eight to ten years younger now. At five-foot-eight, she was on the taller side. Now the goal was 120 lbs. and the she was at 125. Just five more pounds and she would be at a sickening 120 (but Oooh, so sexy). She was working out with a top trainer and it was really paying dividends. Her attitude was that it was now or never to really impress the women in her growing network, and she was very committed to doing so. On November 1 she walked in the front door with a huge smile on her face! She tipped the scales at 119 lbs. and had a picture to prove it.

Her hair was the very full blondish-brownish that hair stylists could do a lot with. She found a lesbian stylist near her home that was gifted in making woman look and feel years younger. Her name was Sofie and her studio was Cherchez La Femme, which mean "Look for the Woman". The amazing thing was that what she did for Stephanie's hair looked like "chaos by design." After the session with Sofie, her shoulder length hair was dishwater blonde, with a zig-zaggy part on her left side. It was so exciting when she walked through the front door of her new home. She lost 5 years just with her hair style. She began to get a few callouts as Drews older sister.

Karen was also 42, and now that she was single wanted to care for her body like never before. She was sort of following Stephanie around, and while not as athletic, was off the charts in determination. She signed up with Steph's trainer and changed her diet. In no time she was down to 130 and loved the results. She was 5'9" and built similar to Stephanie. Her ultimate goal was 125 lbs., and on December 1, she walked through the front door just like Stephanie a month earlier to the Oooh's and Aaah's of the girls. You could not tell she was 42. Like so many attractive, in-shape women, your guesses at their age could be a decade off.

For her hair, Karen followed the path that Stephanie had forged, and was so happy with the result. Her hair was a chocolate brown and she was going for a younger, sophisticated look. Having a very full head of hair with no gray gave her a lot of options. She searched the web all week and found what she was looking for. A pic of Dua Lipa with short hair (I have to say she looked super-hot), with a side part and her hair combed over to the left. Now it would be a challenge finding the pic of Dua Lipa; she has so many looks. But it is out there.

She wanted to try a new stylist and decided to give Stephanie's a shot. She took the pic of Dua Lipa to Sofie on her iPad and Sofie shouted, "Oh my God. That's you, that's absolutely you." She poured her energy into the cut; it was exactly what Karen wanted and Sofie had a customer, and friend, for life.

She went with straight part and the style highlighted her beautiful face. A radical departure from her somewhat longer hair styles, but one that Stephanie and the girls were uber excited about.

The joke around their place was that they would be able to possibly find one other household in the entire U.S. with their love relationships- maybe. So, they settled for parties with a mother daughter pair or, of course, some singles. The first folks they had over was a mother and her two daughters. Karen found them online and had been chatting with them a few weeks. Their ages were mother Carla 40, sisters Diana 17 and Ava 19. Together with the four ladies of 3516 Pleasant Place, should prove a good combination. In fact, it was wildly successful party.

Susan and Drew were both very attracted to the mother, Carla. In no time they were in Drews bedroom and stripping own. Drew asked Carla if she minded if the two of them smoked a little weed.

"Well, what about me?" Carla asked. "I'd love some too."

"I was hoping you'd say that," said Drew. "You know, you really pretty Carla. Gorgeous actually. And Diana and Ava are just the bomb."

"I would echo that sentiment exactly," said Susan. "Your fam is straight out of Vogue."

"Aww, that's so great," said Carla. "It is really those girls; the way they carry themselves. So much confidence."

"Here's to confidence," said Drew. She held up the joint and pretended to smoke it. She then kissed Carla on the lips, deeply. Then Susan got hers.

"Three very confident women," said Drew. "We and the rest of the lesbian tribe are going to take over the world."

"Hee hee," laughed Susan. "One woman at a time baby, one woman at a time."

"Amen. So shall it be done," said Carla.

She lit up the joint and passed it around. All took two hits; weed is so strong these days. Drew snuck in a third one and stubbed out the joint in the ash tray. The dope reacted quickly in their system- they were all feeling no pain as they got into bed and the littlest things caused them all to break out in laughter.

Drew turned on some tunes and turned it low. Some lesbian fucking tunes mixed in with New Age famine jazz. The first song that came on was "Smoke Dope Eat Pussy", and the three burst out laughing and slapping asses.

The girls got into the classic 3-way position and the honey, which had already appeared on their gleaming cunts, started dripping. Carla was sucking on Drews shaven cunt and she sat on her face, her back against the bedroom wall. Susan was lying on the bed, eating Carla's pussy and loving it. Carla was 40 going on 30- she worked out 6 days a week and it showed, God did it show. Susan felt that she had less body fat than either her or Drew and they were dedicated runners! None of the girls had orgasms; they were just getting warmed up.

Drew loved eating pussy and being eaten, and she was content just have Carla lick-lick-lick her box. Susan was antsy for some reason and she suggested a change. In round 2 Carla was riding Susan's face, and the prone Susan was being eaten by Drew. Drew soon realized the reason for the change: Susan wanted to cum, and she was comfortable with Drew being the licker and she the lickee. With her big tongue Drew had her moaning immediately, and it wasn't long before Susan felt a tingle.

"Oh Drew, right there baby," said Susan. "I love it. Yeah, Oh yeah, give me your tongue you lesbian slut."

"You like that?" asked Drew. "Here, spread your legs a little more. That's it, that's it you cunt."

Drew was jilling Susan with two fingers, while munching at her pussy and "the surrounding tissue."

Carla of course had heard this language for years, and she loved it. Susan was really getting to her, and she had one hand rubbing her tits while the other directing Susan's head, deep in her hair.

"That's what I'm talking about you bitch," said Carla. "Really fuckin' get into my cunt and fuck me. Oh my God, you know I love having my ass eaten too. Shit, shit, shit!"

Carla felt a tingle from Susan eating her ass. "Oh my, this is a quick one," she thought.

"Oh, I'm cumming," announced Carla. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, OOhhhhh, Aarrrrgh. Aarrrrgh." Carla was bucking around, moving her head in circles. She made some interesting faces, and her eyes rolled up into her head. Drew saw it all.

She was jamming Susan's face into her cunt, or ass; she just needed to be closed to her. She was staring off into space; she didn't know where Susan was at right then she just loved what she was doing to her. This went on for a minute or two, Susan still eating her, swallowing her honey.

"Oh, you taste so good," said Susan. "So, so good. It is like honey, with only a little of the sweetness. I would never get tired of drinking you. No tanginess, no sourness. All good. Hmm."

After post-orgasm intermission, they resumed the fucking. This time Drew was on the bed, being fucked by Carla and once again eating Susan (she has never tired of eating Susan, ever).

Susan, the one who has stuck with her through thick and thin. Susan, the one who she will go to college with, run with, live with, sleep with.

"You know, Susan, I love you," said Drew, "I really do. I don't know if I've told you that before, but it's true."

Carla was licking Drew's cunt. She stopped at the words from Drew, amazed. There was Drew, her mouth covered by Susan's pussy, proclaiming her love for her.

"Damn girl," said Carla. "That is a first for me, and I love it. So cool. So much love in this place."

"I think I'm gonna cry," said Susan. "You could have your pick of Orange County lesbians and you choose me. I love you so much."

Drew had stopped eating her pussy and had come up to kiss Susan. Carla wanted some of the loving.

"Let's have a group hug," said Carla. "Come on...that's it. I love you guys so much."

The three naked lesbian stopped their lovemaking to celebrate Drew's love for Susan. They put their arms around one another and hugged. Susan then began to cry, and soon Drew and then Carla did too.

Meanwhile, Stephanie and Karen were removing a little slower with Carla's daughters. Actually, there was no need to hold back; Diana and Ava were very experienced and hot to bed the older women. Later that night, in sharing the highlights of the day with Carla, they both agreed that Stephanie and Karen were by far the hottest mothers they had ever tasted.

"You're so nice Ava," said Karen. "Why don't you come with me darling. I really want to get to know you."

"Mmm, yumm," said Ava. "And I you! You know, you have the hottest ass I have ever seen." She gave Karen a friendly tap-tap on her buns as she led her by the hand to their king-sized bed.

The pair was rapidly eating one another. No preliminaries, just eating pussy as fast as they could.

"You taste as good as you look, honey," said Karen. "My oh my, yummy umm."

"Oh my God, you taste better than the teens I've been dating," said Ava. "What is your secret?"

"Well, my genetics first off," said Karen. "A balanced diet, lots of supplements, a ton of exercise, and limited smoking and drinking. Of course, celery in the hours before sex."

At the same time, Stephanie decided to take Diana to another room (they have 4 bedrooms).

"You guys have such a cool house," said Diana. It's so big."

"Well, normally we just use the two bedrooms, but this is a special occasion," said Stephanie. "We sort of rolled out the red carpet for your family."

"I'll say," said Diana. "Since we came through your front door my eyes just fixated on you. I'm totally grooving on you Stephanie."

"Oh My God girl," said Stephanie. "That is the way to a woman's heart I must say. You may have noted that I was just feasting on you with my eyes too; from the moment you were in the doorway, I've wanted you."

"For sure," said Diana. "It was fate that brought us here today, and me to your bedroom. I have to say you're the most beautiful forty-year-old woman I have ever seen."

"Awww," said Stephanie. "That's my girl."

They kissed deeply. Spit was given and received. Tongues would duel and then go their separate ways to explore the mouth. Both ladies had juicy lips, pillows to rest their weary faces against. Not like kissing a man; no, nothing like that. Guys with their thin, hard lips. Girls' lips are so, so soft. Further, they were both very good kissers, and they loved locking lips together. One of many ways they expressed affection.

They molded each other's the breasts, and they grabbed the asses with a free hand. In fact, they were so into it they both grabbed asses and breasts and occasionally hands, very rapidly. While continuing to kiss, they undressed their partner, tossing the garments hither and yon. They were in a frenzy.

Their pussies called out to them; soon they were using two fingers to jill each other. They were so much in a frenzy that they talked about what they were going to do next to their partner.

"How would you like me to fuck you, baby," said Stephanie, breathlessly. "The possibilities are quite endless." She kissed her deeply, right after asking the question. Diana loved her kisses. And, she continued jilling Diana, with three fingers now.

"I love strapon, especially in my pussy but also in my ass," said Diana. "I love to imagine my lesbian lovers with real dicks, and as women who fuck better than males. Their more sensitive and have better equipment than the five or six males I knew before."

"My, my―that's exactly how it works for me," said Stephanie. "There is nothing we need men for. Except cleaning the toilets. I say this without malice."

"No, you're are normal, beautiful and normal," said Diana. "I know lesbians with anger issues, and you're not one of them. What you say is true, and society is just waking up to that fact."

"You want to move in with us?" said Stephanie as she began to prepare for an exciting strapon session. "I mean, you're already so fucking mature. You, in my humble opinion, think just like a lesbian should."

"Why thank you, Stephanie," said Diana. "As to the offer, I think it's worth exploring."

"You're welcome," said Stephanie. "I'm partly serious. I assume you absolutely love your mother and sister. I was sort of thinking out loud. But if the occasion ever arises, don't forget me. Well, there―I'm all cinched up and ready to fuck."

"Where do you want me," said Diana.

"Right in the middle of the bed," said Stephanie. Let's start off missionary."

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