Big Queer Ball

“What are you going as to the BQB?”

“BQB” stood for Big Queer Ball, and it was my first time attending. My “coming out party” as a lesbian, you could say. It took me far, far too long, including the length of an ill-fated straight marriage, to finally embrace my not-so-straightness. And now that I was part of the gay community, there were now new things, things like this ball that I was going to. It was a costume party, and Anastasia – nickname Stat (she was a doctor) – was my so-called “date” to it. We were on the phone at the moment, and I was staring at my costume on the bed. Was it too risqué? I was a femme, apparently, and femme’s tended to dress in risqué ways on Halloween, and what was this party but Halloween with a large amount of “fabulous” thrown in?

“How about I make it a surprise?” But there was another surprise afoot – I was in love with Anastasia, and had been practically since I’d laid eyes on her gorgeous self at my first meeting of the local lesbian book club. Her rich, sonorous voice and her stylish fedora set her apart, but really, it was her laugh and her smile which got me hooked. And here I was, four months later, and the hook hadn’t gone away – no, I had gotten hooked deeper, and deeper still, until I found myself feeling a large amount of love for her, for Anna. I had always called her Anna, and she’d never complained, even smiling when I called her it the first time.

“A surprise sounds great to me. Well, I’ll be at your door in two hours, so see ya soon, babe.”

“Looking forward to it!” Man, was I ever.

Hours later, I slipped into the knee-high, black stockings, each of them with a black line running up the back. Then came the garter belt, and the incredibly short, fringe-coated dress. Last was a short, mildly curly black wig. I was going as a flapper. Why, though, had I chosen this particular costume? Well, Anna had mentioned that she was intrigued by the twenties, and that she loved their style. Hopefully, she would love seeing me in the clothes of the era. Hopefully, she would love…

There was her knock. I rushed to it, grabbing my small purse, all ready to go. And then I gasped as I opened the door and saw Anna’s costume. She was wearing a pinstriped, three piece suit, which did nothing but good things to her figure, and she held a cigarette holder between the long, delicate fingers of her right hand. Anna grinned at me, her smile lighting up the dark night beyond my front door. “My, don’t you look lovely, darling. A true sight.” Her eyes skimmed my barely-clad figure, and I could certainly hear the truth behind her words in the tone of her voice. She really did think I looked good. Yay for that!

“I’d suggest we get going, but perhaps we could enjoy a drink inside your house first?”

“Sounds good!” I let her in and we went into my kitchen, where I got down the gin and removed the tonic from my fridge – Anna’s drink of choice. I gave each glass a generous pour of the gin – we were walking, after all, so a generous pour was perfectly acceptable.

“I just…I just can’t get over how hot you look, Patti.” Anna took the drink I held out to her, our fingers touching as she did. But then the most surprising thing happened – she ran her middle finger across mine, a slow, intentional stroke of her flesh against my own. Another surprise came shortly after her caress, as she placed the glass on the counter and took my hand in hers, massaging it and then taking it to her mouth.First, she kissed my palm, and then she slipped my fingers into her mouth, sucking lightly, and I found myself getting very, very wet at the feel of her tongue against my skin.

Then she took my fingers out of her mouth. “I’m…is this all right with you?” she asked.

“Of course it…yes, completely. I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you.” I gasped as Anna pulled me to her, our bodies pressed together. We had hugged many times before, but this was not the same – oh no, there were clear intentions here, intentions I hoped would lead to more.

“I’m glad that it is,” Anna purred, “Because I have no interest in stopping so soon.” And then came our very first kiss, her soft, red-lipsticked lips pressed up against my own. She was an amazing kisser, I soon found out, and I moaned against her mouth as she grabbed my ass and sucked at my bottom lip. Her teeth grazed it lightly, and I felt as if she just wanted to devour me, fuck me until I was limp and exhausted. She wouldn’t be getting any complaints out of me if that was true, not a single one. I wouldn’t tell her to stop – I couldn’t tell her to stop. No, I’d been waiting months for this, and while it wasn’t a declaration of love, it was a damn good start.

“Shall we head to your bedroom?” Anna asked.

“Yes, let’s.” I led her there, and only a little bit later, my costume was in a heap on the floor. She still was wearing her suit, and I found I didn’t mind being the only one who was naked. No, it actually turned me on quite a bit.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs, my dear.”

I didn’t hesitate for even a second – onto the bed I went, and apart my legs went, and before I could even draw another breath, Anna’s lips were on my cunt. It was different than it had been with my husband, my sole sex partner until this moment. Different how, though? For one thing, she actually knew what she was doing. And then there was the fact that I was actually enjoying myself, so very turned on as her tongue slipped up and down my clit, as she brought me closer and closer to getting off. I’d never realized how much sex with a woman would turn me on, because only a few minutes in, I was coming, screaming like hell as my cunt pulsed against Anna’s tongue.

She lifted up her head a few moments later. “I know you’re…new to this, so how about I let you have some help – do you have any vibrators?”

“A few, yeah.” I opened my bedside drawer and pulled out my favorite, a black bullet which had a lovely amount of orgasm-giving abilities. “How about this one?”

“As long as it’s strong and charged up, it’ll be perfect.”

“Fresh batteries as of yesterday.”

Anna lay back on the bed and spread her legs, and I paused for a moment, taking in my first real, 3-D pussy. It was beautiful, glorious, and incredibly wet. I lay down next to her and turned on the vibrator, sliding it in between her pussy’s lips and pushing it up against her clit. A lovely moan came from her mouth, and then I just had to kiss her, and so I did, bringing my lips to hers as she writhed around beside me. Apparently this was turning her on just as much as it turned me on – if not even more – because she came even faster than I did, shaking against me as she got off, all of her noises swallowed up with my mouth. Then I surprised myself, pulling back and dropping the vibrator, and I grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, and so it was with great ease that I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

I picked up the vibrator again, which was still buzzing away, and I slid it inside her just a bit, then began to slide it in and out of her cunt – slowly, gently – and I felt her get wetter and wetter as I continued fucking her and sucking away at her breast.

“Not…bad for a beginner,” Anna gasped.

My lips turned up a little at her praise, but I didn’t want to stop just there – I removed the vibrator and placed it back against her clit, and began to suck harder, even grazing her nipple with my teeth just a bit. Apparently Anna liked a little pain, because moments later she was coming again – this time nothing was silencing her, no mouth swallowing up her sounds, and the sounds she made as she came might have been the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

“Oh my God, Patti,” she said as she collapsed to the bed. “I mean, those were just…and you were just…” But instead of finishing her sentence, Anna sighed, and I looked at her face, and there was that smile, the one which had drawn me to her.

“Thanks, Anna,” I told her, and I smiled too.

“Are we still going to the BQB?”

“We could. Or we could have round two in just a bit. Maybe I can eat you out once you’re ready.”

“I’d love that, I really would, but first,” Anna said, pushing herself into an upright position, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

There went my smile, and my good mood. “Oh, shit. This isn’t going to be good, is it?”

“Depends on what your answer is.” But Anna was still smiling. What on earth was she about to say? “Would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend, Patti?”

I didn’t hesitate for a second. “I’d love that. Really. Yes.”

“Good, because it would have broken my heart if you’d said no.”

“I seem to have forgotten that word for the time being.”

“Then what would your answer be if I said I was ready for round two right now?”

My answer, of course, was “yes,” but instead of saying it with words, I said it with my actions. I climbed on top of her and kissed Anna, now my girlfriend. Did she love me back, though? Maybe, but there would be plenty of time to find out later. Yes, later, after I had showed her that I may have been a beginner at this, but I was a damn quick study, and I would do anything I could, anything at all, to please my Anna.

Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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