Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2020 10:09:18 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Lesbian Party (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, f/fffFFF) Adult Youth, oral anal, f/fffFFF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2020 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Lesbian Party By Jan I got a job working part-time in a Starbucks coffee shop while I was a junior in high school. I had to learn how they brewed coffee and the names they use even though I had been drinking their coffee for years. It didn't take long for me to become comfortable with the job and my fellow employees. I quickly became friends with them, but Alexis was the one girl I bonded with the fastest. I don't know what attracted me to her. We couldn't be any more different from each other. She is a golden-brown skinned Hispanic girl, where I am a pale-skinned girl of Swedish descent. She wears her dark brown hair short and she has tattoos. My hair is long and straight platinum blonde and the only mark on my body is the scars on my knees from the times I fell while learning to roller- skate. She is five years older than me, and she was what they call a full-figured woman. I on the other hand I'm a petite 5-feet one with a 35-B. On top of all of that, she came from a working-class family her father was a machinist, and her mother was a cocktail waitress. My father was a civil engineer and worked for the city water and power and my mother was the secretary for the local Catholic parish. As a result, I was brought up in a conservative household. Just the same, I found her to be a humorous person and she was an alpha personality. I enjoyed her company and respected her advice. I had worked for Starbucks for a month and had sought her company after work. Her views on politics differed from my family's. She had a very liberal view of everything. At first, her views were foreign to me, but I began to appreciate her point of view. When she confessed to me that she was a lesbian it shocked me. I had never knowingly been friends with a lesbian before. Once I got over the shock of her confession, I accepted her for the sincere person she was. I had been to high school parties where party goes were drinking and smoking pot. I had even participated in smoking some pot to find out what all the fuss was about. I had also had sex with a few guys I liked and trusted. The idea of lesbian sex was something new to me. I had been brought up to believe that same-sex relations were wrong, but now I knew someone I liked and was confused about my feelings about the subject. She joked about wanting to be more than a friend to me. One Saturday when we had the day off, she invited me to accompany her to a party. I felt safe with her and was curious about what the party would be like. I agreed to go with her. We went to dinner together and she drove me to the location of the party. The party was held within the city at a rented party-building that had plenty of public parking. It was rentable for weddings, birthdays, and civic functions. I had never been aware that they sometimes had rented it out to a lesbian organization. The hall was fully occupied as we approached the entrance, we were greeted by two big males wearing lightweight baseball-type jackets with bold yellow words "SECURITY" printed on them. They welcomed us with a smile. As we entered the hall, we paused to get our bearings. The lighting was subdued and there was a five-piece band playing dance music on a podium with an occupied dance floor in front of them. The dance floor was ringed by round tables for eight people. The far wall had a fully staffed bar. There were two bartenders working up a sweat serving the ladies. At that point, I took in what the patrons looked like. Alexis was greeted by several women that were a lot like her; wearing black, tattooed, piercings, hair dyed bright colors or shaved. As I took in the room, there were a lot of women I would have never guessed they were lesbian if I saw them on the street. They were wearing sexy cocktail dresses that were so revealing their breasts ere almost spilling out of their dresses, there were pudgy women wearing men's dress suits and ties, other pudgy women wearing gum soles boots, jeans, and plaid flannel shirts, there were even gray hired old women that looked like anyone's grandmothers. One of the grannies I recognized as Mrs. Valley from Sunday Mass and the young lady sitting next to her was her granddaughter Gina. When I pointed out to Alexis that I knew those to women, Alexis told me, "Check out the face of the older women sitting at their table." At first, I didn't recognize the woman or the face, then I almost couldn't believe who she was, she was Sister Agatha She was a teacher at the Catholic grammar school. I was shocked to learn that I did know women that were lesbians. The fact that I was a new face and looked even younger than my 16- years drew a lot of attention. I was asked to dance by a variety of women. One of the women wearing work boot, jeans and a flannel sports shirt, with her hair slicked back pressed my face against her big soft breasts as she danced with me. She even had a noticeable dark mustache on her upper lip. She asked me about the school I attended. She even kissed me. When the band took a break the lead singer came to our table. I was struck by how much she sounded like and looked like Jim Morrison of "The Doors" down to the black leather jeans. It looked like there was a big cock in the pants. When I had asked Alexis about it, she had told me that she was wearing a strapless dildo in the jeans. She wanted to dance with me and while we were dancing to a slow dance playing on the jukebox, she was rubbing that dildo against my belly. When she returned me to the table, she produced a small pot pipe and light up and handed it to me. Alexis told me to take a drag and hold the smoke in my lungs as long as possible, but hand off the pipe quickly. I followed her instructions and handed it to her. I puttered and fought back a cough as long as possible but eventually had to exhale. I was disappointed because I didn't feel anything. When she returned to the bandstand, Alexis and I were sitting there when Mrs. Valley and Gina came over to our table and invited us to join them at their table. We picked up our drinks and moved our stuff to the table where Sister Agatha was sitting. When we sat down, Sister Agatha said, "It is nice to see you, Delores, my child. I hope you understand that what you see here tonight remains here? It would destroy Mrs. Valley, Gina, and myself if it became common knowledge that we are lesbians!" I was just as embarrassed at having run into people I knew at a lesbian party. "I would never say anything." Mrs. Valley placed her hand on my thigh. The touch of her hand on my thigh sent a vibration up my leg like an electrical shock. She invited Alexis and me to go to her home for a drink. Alexis accepted her offer and the five of us got up and headed for the exit. It was decided that Sister Agatha would ride with us to direct us to Mrs. Valley's home. While we were on the road, I became aware that it had gotten darker for no reason and I was in a jocular mood, everything said was funny to me, and I felt detached from my body, with no pain. That was when I knew pot had taken effect. I naively blurted out, "sister Agatha, I never saw you out of tour habit before." She had her arm around me and she looked down at me and said, "I do put on street clothes when I go out to be with friends." Having said that she kissed me on the mouth and felt my little tit. Being felt up by a nun made my pussy tingle. We were soon pulling into the driveway of Mrs. Valley's home. When we were inside the home, Mrs. Valley made drinks for all of us. I surely didn't need anything to drink to get any higher. I found myself sitting on the couch with the four women undressing me. Alexis was kissing me as I reclined on the couch. Mrs. Valley and the nun were sucking on my little tits. Gina was busy sucking my pussy. It was all very strange, it felt like I was detached from my body but I was experiencing a rapturous feeling. During that evening all of the women sucked my pussy, and I found myself looking up hairy pussies of different colors. I knew by the golden-brown thighs that the black pubic hair was Alexis' pussy. The salt and pepper hairs were that of Mrs. Valley's pussy. The dark brown pubic hair and creamy thighs were Sister Agatha's. The tan thighs and shaved pussy were Gina's. When everyone had satisfied their desire, I became aware that I was hungry. For some reason I wanted tacos. Gina got dressed and drove to Taco Bell and returned with two pasteboard boxes containing a dozen tacos and a bag containing a dozed bean and cheese burritos. I must have eaten a dozen tacos before I ate a burrito. I was still hungry but what I wanted was to eat Alexis's pussy again. I woke up the next morning naked and my head resting between on Alexis pussy. Slowly everyone began to wake up. Mrs. Valley prepared breakfast while the rest of us used the bathrooms to relieve ourselves and clean up. As the five of us sat at the table I realized that my world had been turned upside down. I spent most of my time with Alexis. When I attended Mass, I always paid my respects to Mrs. Valley and Gina. I also would attend Sister Agatha's Wednesday youth group. After the religious service, there was a group of a half dozen girls to stay behind to enjoy having sex with her and each other. My parents were disappointed when I went away to college and came out. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com ,