Wendy was having a great time as she danced in the bar with her Uni friends, downing shot after shot that was brought until she felt a distinct buzz. But she proved this cougar could keep up with these hip young people and then some. Pretending to be single, unmarried and childless proved to come quite easy to her once she got some practice in. And nobody seemed to question her, and she didn’t feel the need to correct their assumptions.
She danced and drank and eventually had to stumble to the nearest bathroom to relieve herself. When’s he came out, she found her friend Parker waiting for her. “Hey there, girl. You’re looking spicy tonight” they said, complimenting the outfit she borrowed from Sadie’s wardrobe.
“Thank you” Wendy blushed, holding in the urge to giggle nervously. “You’re looking very hot yourself” she replied, nodding approvingly at her non-binary friend.
Parker smiled, leaning against the wall gazing at Wendy for a moment. “How are you still single girl?” They asked.
Wendy hesitated momentarily before dialing in one of her rehearsed responses. “Erm, how are either of us still single? Two hot gals…sorry, two hot people surrounded by so many hot guys?”
“Meh, I prefer the single life for the moment” Parker said, still admiring Wendy appreciatively. “It means I’m ready to mingle with whoever, and whomever I feel like” she said, stepping forward to put her hands on Wendy’s hips.
The mature woman was taken by surprise when she found herself pressed against the wall facing a very attractive and very horny young black person. She gulped nervously, asking “what…what are you doing?”
Parker immediately backed off, clearing their throat. “Sorry…I guess that last drink went to my head. I was trying to say I enjoy hanging out with you. And, you know, being single means I can…hook up with whomever I chose. But, if you’re uncomfortable, I apologize. I get it if you’re not interested.”
Wendy’s eyes widened in shock. She had rehearsed for this at all. She was surprised, but also flattered. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m not not interested” she stammered awkwardly.
“Hey, it’s fine. My fault for coming on too strong” Parker apologized, blushing with embarrassment. “I know I identify as gender natural, but people still see me as the woman I was born as. If you’re not into women, that’s cool. I didn’t mean to assume…”
“No, no, I’m…” Wendy blushed. Now the drink must be going to her head. Or maybe lying was becoming second nature. “I’m very flattered. You are very hot. And I’ve…I’ve never been with another woman before” she confessed. “But, you know…who doesn’t love a new experience, right?” She quickly added, not wanting to put her off.
Parker looked at the woman and grinned. “So…you might be into it if I said I wanted to kiss you?” They asked.
Wendy found herself nodding her head. “Maybe. But, just so we’re clear…um…”
“Whatever happens, totally casual” Parker interrupted.
“Yes. Excellent. My thoughts exactly. I am DTF” she proclaimed, not really understanding what that means.
Parker lifted an eyebrow, their smile widening. “Really? Well, FYI, so am I” they said, returning their hands to her hips.
Wendy braced herself for the kiss that was coming, meeting it halfway so she didn’t seem like she was scared. Parker moaned into her mouth as they made out with the nervous woman, her hands creeping up her back to deepen the kiss. Wendy’s eyes remained open for a long while, wondering how she got herself into this. But eventually she closed them and decided to open herself up to new experiences.
She was given more than she bargained for when Parker pulled away from the kiss. At first Wendy thought that was it. But then she reached beneath the dress she was wearing and brushed the inside of her thigh. She gasped, inhaling sharply, resisting the urge to slap the hand away. “DTF, right?” Parker asked. Wendy nodded, putting on a smile. She watched in mild horror when they dropped down and lift her dress up to her hips, exposing her underwear and her legs. She panted rapidly, glancing around expecting someone to walk by any moment and find them, terrified of someone finding them like this.
Before she could say anything, Parker pressed her fingers against Wendy’s crotch and the mum’s breath left her lungs. She clung to wall feeling her legs wobble as Parker teased her through her panties with her fingers. Wendy’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to think of a way to get out of what seemed to be happening. But her mind drew a blank and she was forced to silently stare at the black woman who leant in to give her undercarriage a suggestive kiss. She shivered when she felt her lips on her groin, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and damp down there. “Oh my…” Wendy whispered, feeling Parker’s fingers teasing her clit again, frozen to the spot.
Parker sensed the tension in her friend and looked up at her. “Are you alright? Did you want to stop?” They asked.
Wendy saw the opportunity to back out, to say she wasn’t interested, to admit she was married and she wasn’t into women at all. But when she looked at Parker, her resolve crumbled and she bit her lip instead. “No, I don’t” she said, forcing a smile while mentally questioning if she was insane.
Parker grinned excitedly, carefully pulling her underwear aside to get a look at her. Wendy gulped again, her eyes darting from side to side, mortified. “Damn. I wish my pussy was as pretty as yours” Parker muttered.
Wendy blushed. “I’m sure yours is very pretty too” she replied.
Parker looked up at her. “Let me finish up here and then I can show you” she teased.
Wendy’s face warmed up like an oven and she let out a nervous laugh. Her heart was racing, her palms sweaty. She looked down and saw her friend leaning in to bring her mouth to somewhere she had only ever let her husband touch. She thought about Andrew and guilt and shame raced through her like a train. She panicked. “Oh god!” She gasped, realising she was about to make a mistake.
Too late. Parker’s lips came into contact with her sex and her tongue licked her. Wendy gasped and then moaned, her knees almost buckling from the shock. She gripped the wall supporting her, feeling like the room was tilting. Parker licked her again, her tongue exploring her mature cunt. Wendy whimpered. She shouldn’t be doing this. She was drunk. She was married. She can’t do this.
And yet, she did not stop the hot single woman from eating her out. Nor did she say anything. She stood there, in the bar, and allowed it to happen. Because it felt good. She felt amazing. Her tongue was mind blowing. Wendy had always been curious what being with a woman might be like. She was getting a new experience and she was loving it. She didn’t want it to end. She got into it, moaning in pleasure, reaching down to press her hand against her head and hold her in place. Parker looked up and smiled, rubbing her clit with her thumb, stroking her inner thighs, dazzling her with her skills. Wendy was taken on a ride and she closed her eyes to enjoy it.
“I’m sorry Andrew” she whispered under her breath.
“Did you say something?” Parker asked from between her trembling legs.
Wendy blinked and looked down, her face red. “I said you’re incredible” she blurted out. It wasn’t a total lie.
“Thanks. Let me know if you need me to slow down” they said, resuming their affection.
Wendy bit her bottom lip and moaned. Don’t slow down, she thought, eager to reach the finish before they were rumbled.
Parker was quick to get her to a miniature orgasm, enough to take her breath away and turn her legs to jelly. But she wasn’t fast enough to get out from under her dress before another of their friends came looking for them. “Wow. I see the party just got started” the young man in a beard joked, stepping around the corner to find the two women caught in the act.
Wendy turned as red as a tomato, rushing to push her dress down to hide her dignity while Parker climbed to her feet. She scrambled to come up with something to say. “We were just…um…we were…it’s not what you think.”
“It looked like you two were slipping out for some action” their friend teased. “Hey, no judgement. If you want to head off somewhere private, that’s cool. But a bunch of us are heading to my place for some of that after party special, if you’re interested?”
“After party as in after party?” Parker asked with a grin.
“Invite only, if you’re DTF” he nodded.
Parker looked at Wendy excitedly. “What do you say? You in?” They asked, their eyes begging her to come.
Wendy was still mortified over being caught in a compromising situation. But she didn’t want to let her friends down and she wanted to keep them on side. And she was way past drunk. “Sure” she said, following along blindly. She had been to after party’s before. How bad could this be.
***
It was around morning when she finally realized what DTF stood for. And as she woke up with a pounding headache in somebody else’s bed, naked and draped over equally naked flesh, she wondered how she could’ve been so stupid.
She had flashes of last night as she searched for her clothes. She recalled the party, where she had more drinks to calm the nerves and silence the guilt eating away at her. There was loud music and all of her friends. They were partying hard, dancing and laughing. And then the kissing started and clothes started being removed. She found her bra hanging on a lamp, leaning over a naked redhead she remembered making out with at one point. She couldn’t recall her name at that moment. She stirred in her sleep when Wendy brushed against her breast. She climbed over a man who she vividly remembered had his cock in her mouth. She was giving him a blowjob as some point during the night, before she got undressed. She climbed unsteadily off the bed, stepping over a couple of guys who had spit-roasted her. That memory came flooding back because it followed her seeing Parker’s very pretty pussy and munching on it like an amateur. Parker didn’t seem to mind. Not while they had that redhead from earlier sitting on her face.
Wendy hurried to get dressed, wondering how many of her friends she had slept with last night. Judging by the aches she had and the hammering her brain was taking, she had to assume all of them. She sat down and pulled her shoes on, hoping to get out before the others woke up. The guilt of cheating on Andrew hit her once she stepped outside, making her queasy. It’ll be fine, she convinced herself. It won’t happen again and he doesn’t need to know.
And I hope I never hear my daughter use that acronym DTF ever again.
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