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An Irish Lullaby
by Luanne (address withheld)

***

A recently divorced Irish girl living in Chicago 
discovers a different side to her sexuality. (FF, 1st-
lesbian-expr)

***

My name is Luanne... Luanne O'Brien. I guess you can 
tell by my name that I am Irish, and Irish I am and 
proud of it too! I was born twenty-seven years ago in 
Clare County, Ireland. 

My family moving to Guthrie, Alabama when I was a lass 
of twelve. My dear father decided on Guthrie because he 
had an uncle living there and family ties are strong 
when you are Irish. My parents live there to this day 
on six acres of the hardest scrabble land you ever 
tried to build a farm on. 

Rather than try to offer you some sort of description 
of myself, let me just say that I look very much like 
the country western singer Reba MacEntire. If you don't 
know who she is, then just use your imagination to 
picture me any way that suits your fancy. The short red 
hair and the still tightly wrapped body, all of that 
and more have I. That is as close as I can come to 
giving you an accurate description, and for Pete's 
sake, why would you need more? Writing a book you are? 
Just leave that Chapter out then.

I met and married a handsome fellow that came roaring 
into Guthrie one day on his Harley Davidson and I 
practically leapt into his arms, I did... especially 
when he promised he would take me out of the small town 
mud puddle I was mired in. Well... he did do that... 
take me out I mean... riding me behind him all the way 
to Chicago, Illinois, he did. And riding me in more 
ways than one, I'm thinking. 

What happened in that dreary city of Chicago was him 
getting drunk and chasing women every day while I 
worked sixty hours a week at a Denny's, trying to keep 
a roof over our heads. My Irish temper finally caught 
up with my brain one cold day and I booted his ass out 
into the snow filled streets of the windy city and told 
him to go live on his Harley.

But the problem then became what to do with myself. I 
didn't want to stay among the mean streets of Chicago. 
I wanted to be where it was warm and sunny. My mother 
begged me to come back to Guthrie, but there was no way 
I could return to bluegrass and Budweiser beer. Then my 
mom suggested her sister who lived in San Diego, the 
mere name San Diego bringing the smell of sea and sand 
and warm breezes to my nostrils.

I called the number mom gave me, and over the phone 
explained the situation to the aunt I hadn't laid eyes 
on in fifteen years or more. She was very sweet to me 
on the phone, she was, insisting that I come and spend 
some time with her and my uncle for as long as I 
wished. I didn't want to tell her that I didn't have 
the money for a plane ticket, so I just said I would be 
there as soon as I could manage.

So there it was... I had a place to go... but how to 
get there was the rub. At my present rate of income, 
what with having to pay rent and feed myself, I figured 
it would only take four or five months to save the four 
hundred dollars I would need for my ticket. A long half 
year it would be, I was thinking. 

And then fortune came along in an unexpected way, it 
did. The fellow was a regular at Denny's, his plump but 
very pretty wife seemingly always in tow. Since he had 
all along been a good tipper, I made certain I treated 
the two of them with a little more familiarity than the 
other customers, soon learning that his name was Gil 
and his wife was Violetta. 

She was dark haired and had the sort of beauty one 
finds in Italian women even when they are a few pounds 
over what they should be. Always wearing some sort of 
low cut blouse that emphasized her breasts, she was... 
for which I envied her for that. I mean I myself am far 
from having been cheated in that department, but my 
36C's don't measure up to her 38 whatevers, if you get 
my meaning. 

Sometimes when I caught myself looking at her breasts, 
even though I had never in my life done anything with 
another female, I would feel the "horny leprechauns" 
begin to stir in the pit of my stomach. 

Anyway, it was one of those dull, rainy nights when I 
was working the "shitty shift" the six 'til two shifts 
the manager made us work every four weeks on a rotating 
basis. It was about one o'clock when the two of them 
came in, and I could tell they had been both been 
sipping at the whiskey barrel from the giddy way they 
were acting, himself almost tripping as he slid into 
the booth.. Looking back, I suspect the reason they 
waited until they were tipsy before coming into Denny's 
was because of what it was they wanted to ask of me.

"Violetta wants to know if maybe you'd like to come 
home with us after you get off of work," he says in a 
rush, real nervous like, his voice so low I could 
barely hear it. "I'll give you two hundred dollars and 
it would only be you and her."

She looked up at me and blushed. "He's always wanted to 
see me have sex with another woman," she said. "I told 
him you probably wouldn't be interested."

It was right on the tip of my tongue to tell them that 
I didn't play on that side of the avenue, but all I 
could think about was the two hundred dollars. Half of 
the plane fair, it would be. 

"Two-fifty," I heard myself saying. "Two fifty and I'll 
do it."

Just the thought of having sex with another woman for 
some reason caused the "horny leprechauns" to begin to 
stir deep in the pit of my stomach. But I didn't figure 
there was any way he would want to pay that much, not 
when he could just pick up one of the girls who worked 
the streets for a lot less money. But as luck would 
have it, it wasn't him who made the decision.

"Deal," she said. 'Two fifty it is!"

I was in for it now, I thought to myself. "I don't get 
off until two," I said. I could barely get the words 
past my lips.

He looked at his watch. "That's only forty-five 
minutes. We'll wait for you in the parking lot. We're 
driving a red Buick."

"You'd have to take me home afterwards," I said, my 
heart racing. Maybe I was looking for a way out. "I 
don't drive."

"No problem," he shrugged. "We'll give you cab fare."

I had some things needed done in the kitchen area and 
when I came out they were gone. I figured that they 
wouldn't even be there when I walked out of the 
building a few minutes past two, but there they were, 
sitting in their red automobile waiting for me. 
Glancing around to make sure none of my fellow 
employees were about, I quickly climbed into the back 
seat. I guess he must have sensed my nervousness 
because he quickly pulled out of the parking lot.

Once we were on the street in traffic, he reached back 
over the seat and handed me several folded bills. When 
I looked, there was enough light coming in the back 
seat of the car that I could see there were two folded 
hundred dollar bills, a fifty and a twenty. Stuffing 
the bills into my purse with trembling fingers, I 
sighed. I was officially a whore now. An expensive one 
maybe, but still and all a whore, I was! I wondered 
what my mom would say if she knew?

When he pulled up in front of an apartment building, I 
realized that we were only about ten blocks from where 
my own crummy flat was. But of course I didn't tell 
them that, my mama didn't raise any stupid kids! Whores 
she might have raised, but not stupid ones. Not a 
solitary word was exchanged between the three of us as 
we went up to the fourth floor on the elevator.

From the looks of the expensive furniture and the huge 
television set in the corner of their apartment, I 
realized why they could afford to pay me so much. But 
all I was thinking was that no matter what I would have 
to do, in my purse was the ticket for that big silver 
bird that would carry me west.

The three of us stood there in the middle of the 
apartment like three bumps on a log. I wondered what I 
should do... what I was expected to do? Then himself to 
the rescue. He must have been a frustrated movie 
director because he started to take charge. 

"Why don't you two girls take off your clothes and get 
all nice and comfortable."

The "horny leprechauns" were wide awake now, flittering 
about in my stomach. I mentally steeled myself and 
started to take off my Denny's uniform dress. All I 
could think of as I pulled it up and over my head was 
how glad I was that I had decided to wear some of my 
new underwear, especially when I saw the black lace 
panties and the expensive looking lacy bra that 
Violetta was wearing. It looked like something from 
Victoria's Secret or some other place as fancy.

As she removed the bra and let those big titties loose 
upon the world, I felt my stomach turn a somersault 
even as the "horny leprechauns" began turning 
cartwheels. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as I 
had been imagining it would be, I thought to myself. 
Peeling off my panties, I tossed them and my bra aside 
and noticed the way Violetta scraped her tongue across 
her lips as she looked at the area between my thighs. 
Her body language was telling me what was on her mind, 
that's for sure.

"Kiss for me now... I want to see the two of you kiss."

His money, his show, I thought to myself as I moved 
forward and pulled the dark haired woman into my arms. 
It felt strangely exciting to be holding a woman's 
naked body against my own, and I willingly parted my 
lips when I felt her tongue probing. Doing what my ex-
husband would refer to as "swapping spit", she and I 
went about it eagerly, our bellies rubbing together as 
I tried to suck her tongue out by the roots. 

Then she was pushing me down onto the sofa and sinking 
to her knees on the floor between my legs. Putting her 
hands under my thighs, she physically lifted my legs 
and hooked them over her shoulders, then slipping her 
hands under the cheeks of my behind she pressed her 
face into my crotch. When her tongue snaked out and 
touched the lips of my pussy, I moaned aloud and 
reached down to put my hands on the back of her head in 
encouragement. 

As she began eating me, I knew that no matter what her 
husband might think, this wasn't the first time she had 
ever had her head in between another woman's legs. She 
was much too experienced with her tongue, sliding it 
deftly under the hood to find my clit and sucking 
gently while swirling her tongue about it. 

I grabbed two handfuls of her dark hair and squirmed my 
pussy against her mouth as I tried to fuck her face, 
then I started to come... wave after wave of sensation 
creating rolling waves that cascaded down my stomach 
and I actually groaned from the intensity of my orgasm. 

"Okay, the two of you change places now."

Still dazed from the aftermath of my orgasm, I numbly 
got to my knees on the floor and Violetta took my 
former position, her legs hooked over my shoulders. 
Dipping my head forward, my nostrils quivered at the 
musky, woman smell of her. I closed my eyes and touched 
my tongue to the puffy lips of her pussy. The taste of 
her was not nearly as bad as I had been afraid it might 
be, a much nicer taste in fact than when I had sucked 
my ex-husband's peter, uncircumcised as it was.

Using my index fingers, I pulled the lips of her cunt 
apart to expose the meaty redness within, then I 
inserted my entire face into the perfumed valley 
between her thighs and made embarrassing slurping 
sounds as I licked her, but not even caring. I was 
eating her cunt with a vengeance then, sucking greedily 
at the fluids I was extracting from her. I felt her 
spurt a small jet of urine into my mouth as she started 
to come, but I simply swallowed and kept on with what I 
was doing. It took her a long time to come down from 
her orgasm. 

Finally, reluctantly, I lifted my head from between her 
legs and rolled back to squat on my haunches, my face 
shining with a silvery wetness. I wiped my lips with 
the back of one hand before rising unsteadily to my 
feet. For the first time since his wife and I had 
begun, I glanced at himself who sat on a chair facing 
us, a small smile curving the corners of his lips. 

Bending down to retrieve my clothing from the floor, I 
quickly got dressed and sat down on the sofa while 
himself called a cab for me. Violetta was still naked 
and she touched my wrist. "There's no sense me getting 
dressed again," she said softly to me, nodding her head 
towards himself on the phone. "He'll want to fuck me 
now. Thank you... I hope maybe we can do this again 
sometime?"

"No," I shook my head. "I've got the money to go to my 
aunt's home in California now."

"That's why you did this, to earn money to go on a 
trip." She turned to himself who was just hanging up 
the phone. "Gil? Give Luanne another hundred dollars."

"I've already gave her two seventy."

She just sat there looking at him, and then reached for 
her underwear. His hand flew to his wallet as he fished 
out another hundred and tossed it onto my lap. I stood 
up and pulled Violetta to her feet and kissed her full 
on the mouth...  not even thinking of her nakedness. I 
was thanking her in the only way I knew how. 

The next day I got my final check from Denny's, and the 
day after that I was on Delta Flight 2027 bound for San 
Diego. Had I known what sexual deviations I would be 
immersed in a few months down the road, maybe I 
wouldn't have been quite so eager to go to San Diego. 
Then again, maybe I would have... 

To be continued?

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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