Just two days before, I’d had an elderly man who paid for me to go on a date with him because he was lonesome. After a wonderful meal at a little Italian restaurant downtown, I’d taken him to the movies. While that part had been extra, I’d made sure he wasn’t charged. I knew all too well what it was like to feel lonely, and if I could save him from feeling that way for even a few hours, I damn well would.

The fact that I had barely seen Xavier since the showdown in his office had that forlorn part of me growing and festering, even though I tried to ignore it. Whatever tentative friendship we had begun forming was killed that night in my kitchen. I wasn’t sure we’d ever be able to have more than a passing acquaintance. I imagined he felt the same way, seeing as he barely came around me anymore.

“Well, I have Marx on the schedule for you on Tuesday.” I perked up at that. I stopped myself from rubbing my hands together in anticipation. Marx was a big tipper and a big spender. A half hour with him meant my savings fund would get a huge boost.

“I also have a woman looking for an evening with a brunette. If you’re interested, that is.”

Was I interested? A small part of me was. Ever since Brandy had offered to show me what it was like to be with a woman, I had been curious. The other part of me was terrified of being with a woman. What if I failed spectacularly? Would I lose my woman card?

One thing I had learned from this whole experience was that nothing ventured meant nothing gained. For the first time in my life, I felt in control. I was the one calling the shots. And not only did I finally have stability, but I had found a family at The Den. I thought of Candy, Brandy, Daisy, and a few of the other girls like sisters, with Ghost and Cheech being the lovable yet overbearing brothers. It felt good to have people around me who I trusted and who didn’t judge me. Especially since they understood everything I was going through.

I straightened my spine and before I could think better of it said, “Let’s do it.”

The only way I was ever going to know if I enjoyed lesbian action was to actually participate in some lesbian action. Who knew? Maybe I’d prefer it. Then again, I was no vegetarian and I did love me some sausage. The thought made me want to laugh, but I forced it down lest Trixie think I was crazy.

“I’ll set it up for tonight,” she assured me.

Schedule squared away, I said my goodbyes to Trixie.

First stop, my weekly doctor exam. Second stop, Brandy’s room. I needed to bone up on my cunnilingus skills. And fast.

The blonde woman stretched out on my bed, the picture of alluring sexuality. Her generous breasts rose with the movement and her legs widened, allowing me to see she was completely bare between them. I swallowed and fought my rising panic.

While I had quickly excused myself and rushed into the bathroom like a lunatic, whereupon I had given myself a silent pep talk, she had obviously made herself at home.

Brandy had given me a crash course earlier in the day about how to please a woman—a lesson that involved her giving me an earth-shattering orgasm and me giving her what I would classify as an okay orgasm shortly thereafter. It would seem I still had a lot to learn about giving a woman good head.

With a woman lying naked in front of me, waiting for me to show her pleasure, any pointers I might have picked up with Brandy quickly flew out the window. I was definitely going to have to fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

“Monica…” I trailed off after saying her name, not sure what I would follow it with anyway.

“Why don’t you come here?” she purred seductively, adding to my unease. She seemed so practiced and I was, well, not.

She held her hand out to me, and with no other excuses coming to mind, I tentatively took it and let her pull me onto the bed. Her hand on my shoulder pressed my body down onto the mattress, and then she was hovering over me. Her skin soft. Her scent citrusy. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her face as she looked down on me with a beatific smile.

“You’re new to this,” she commented, and not trusting my voice, I nodded.

“The way you’re trembling turns me on,” she continued, her hand lifting mine and pressing it to her mound where she was hot and… yep… wet. It sent a trill of excitement through me. There was something so taboo about being with a girl, even though it was anything but.

I hesitantly ran my finger along her slit and was rewarded with another smile right before her head descended and her soft lips brushed mine. Her tongue snaked out to run along my bottom lip, causing me to open for her. The feel of her tongue against mine sent lust singing through my veins, and before I knew it, my hand cupped her breast, my thumb stroking the nipple as it hardened, while my other continued to rub her clit.

It didn’t take long for Monica to take over. Her fingers lowered the cup of my pale yellow lace bra. Her lips wrapped around my nipple and simultaneously sucked while flicking her tongue against the hardened bud. Her hand dove into my panties and I widened my legs, a silent moan leaving my mouth when two of her fingers dipped inside me.

There was no thinking after that. My hand fell away from her body, gripping the sheets as I gasped and moaned in delight.

She continued to work my breast, all the while fucking me with her fingers, driving me out of my mind. I writhed beneath her, seeking that illustrious release that I knew was building inside me with ferocity.

Brandy hadn’t lied when she said women knew better than any man what we needed. Being with another woman had me beyond turned on, and I wholeheartedly welcomed the fruits of that particular labor.

“Monica.” I gasped when her thumb was added to the mix, putting the perfect amount of pressure on my clit.

My body trembled.

Stars burst forth in front of my eyes.

Unintelligible sounds flew from my mouth.

My hands clamped on her head.

And I came in a sudden rush that left me a pile of goo underneath the woman who was now rubbing her pussy against my leg, her lips gliding across my chest, up my neck and back to my mouth.

When I could finally think again, I rolled her to her back and began the same exquisite torture on her. My fingers dipped inside her, her hips lifting with each thrust of my hand while I sucked her breast into my mouth.

“Wait.” She gasped when I positioned myself between her legs, my tongue taking its first sweep through her wetness, but I didn’t listen. I was too caught up in the way she tasted. She was as sweet as honey, and I buried my face even further between her legs, wanting more of her.

“I… I…” she stuttered as I ate her with fervor. Lost in the excitement, I vaguely noted that this was what had been missing with Brandy. Last night I had been going through the motions, too worried about whether or not I was doing something wrong. It was only good when the person was enjoying it.

Monica’s hands threaded through my hair and pulled my head up. She took one look at how my mouth glistened from her juices before her mouth descended on me ravenously.

“God, I taste good on you,” she whispered against my lips before slipping her tongue back inside my mouth.

We rolled this way and that on the bed, both seeking as much contact as we could. My garters came off in a snap. My panties flew across the room. My bra landed on the lampshade.

She sucked my skin. I bit hers.

She licked my nipple. I pinched hers.

Her hand stroked between my legs. My hand worked magic between hers.

There was give. There was take.

And I was dangerously close to coming again while she still hadn’t had a one.

I pulled back, my hand stilling its motion and drawing her attention to me.