We all took a sip of our drink. Catherine, Anna and myself, presided over by Lauren. I felt like a new gurl at this party. I bit my lower lip, I wriggled in my seat for my dress giving an accidental glimpse of way too much upper pantyhosed thigh.
I blushed so deeply. Lauren must have sensed it as she leaned in closer and told me that I was a flirty gurl and those legs of mine might get me in trouble. I lowered my eyes and she giggled when I didn’t meet her gaze. I fumbled for conversation until it turned back to lighter stuff.
Fashion, where we got our clothes, makeup, our favorite music to dance to when dressed-up, we chatted about it. We hinted at our most secret feminine feelings and urges practically cheek to cheek in our booth. We played flirty games about ourselves, answering only certain questions, pouting and pursing our lips if we didn’t feel like answering one.
I discovered all of our ages over the next round, courtesy of Lauren buying drinks. Catherine, maybe forty, Anna, mid-thirties, and Lauren, oh Lauren, she proudly announced herself as fifty-one. When my eyes went wide she asked me “Am I the first cougurl you’ve met, sweety?” “What’s a cougurl?” “The teacher, the mentor, the queen to your princess. For your sweet little innocent twenty-nine, I could be your Aunt Lauren… your first time…”
Her fingertips found mine on the edge of the table. She gently squeezed my hand. I.. I let her squeeze it. Anna then squeezed out of the booth. Catherine was still making a running commentary about the quality of the karaoke when Anna came back, and we all wiggled out of the booth and back in again.
Anna handed me and Lauren a shot glass full of some liquid. “Schnapps, Bailey’s and whipped cream. Drink up!” Gulp- gah! “What was that?” I said to myself.
I suppose it had to happen. Conversations turned to what we gurls had tried. Like if we had shared our secret with another. I was the only one who hadn’t. Hadn’t anything.
Oh the howls and omgs from the booth. Anna, Catherine and Lauren all leaned in to group hug me at the same time and I felt at least 3 hands running through my hair, one hand rubbing my shoulder and one on my pantyhosed thigh.
Lauren, with dark painted smiling pouted lips made eye contact with Anna. Anna drew me close and whispered, “Lauren likes you, Pam.” I couldn’t help myself. “I….I like Lauren too”
Never mind that this was 5th grade math class gossip, I felt like a gurl with her first crush. My first gurl crush on a cougurl. I felt like a kitten.
Lauren, in my right ear said, “Do Lauren a little favor, honey.”
Lauren nodded at Anna. I looked between them both, confused, nervous, trying to hide behind my gurl curls from my new haircut.
Anna pulled me close, taking out her phone. “You should try this lighting for your first pics, here, let me show you some of mine” I felt Lauren nudging me so that I was hip to hip with Anna. The lycra/spandex of our outfits gripped the other and I let out a small whispered gasp as I realized all Anna was showing me was a picture of a bird for gazing at her phone.
Anna gently took my left hand in hers and placed it on her nyloned thigh. I didn’t know if I should move it away- I didn’t. She guided my hand so it prodded her skirt higher, reaching the top of her nude stay up stockings. She took two of my fingers in her fingertips and silently guided me to the top of her lycra thong. “Touch me,” she said, and I knew I had to touch her. It felt so right, so deserved.
I grazed my fingers over Anna’s excitement. She lifted her eyebrows and smiled at me. Catherine seemed to know what I was doing and said “Oh Pam…” Lauren simply asked, “are you a good gurl, Pam?”
“I”m a good gurl,” I answered, feeling Anna twitch in my hand, now softly circling her heat under the table. This was so new, so delicious, so forbidden. I arranged my thumb and forefinger in order to trace Anna’s contour, very slowly.
I realized what they all had in mind- giving my first handjob to another gurl in a club! My rational me said oh please no, but the gurl in me wanted to make someone cum. Anna’s precum further moistened my already slippery hand. And the lotion felt so creamy!
My lotioned fingertips found Anna’s now stiff clit. I whispered “Am I a good gurl?” Anna- “Yessss, honey. Stroke your first gurl cock.”
Lauren put her left hand over mine, as it encircled Anna’s clit and guided me, moving in time with Anna’s hips under the table. My lotioned fingers loved Anna, and I gave in to my needs. Holding gurl cock.
“Look at me, Pam” Lauren ordered. I stroked Anna as I looked at Lauren, who regarded me with a half smile, half smirk. “Finish her.” That simple. An order from her, and I had to obey as this was what I had missed for all these years.
Anna on my other side repeated back to me “finish me…for your new Aunt Lauren.” as she discretely thrust her hips and clit in and out of my hand while still pretending we were just looking at pics on her phone.
Lauren- “Ask for Anna’s cream. Ask like a good gurl.” Me- “Anna, can I have your cream?” Lauren- that shot you just had was called a
I felt Anna’s body raise a few inches off the seat in our booth. Her eyes bore into me as she froze me in place except for my hand. Her mouth made the shape of a vowel but I heard “hhhh hhhh hhh,” escape her glossy lips.
I think I knew what was about to happen as I buried my face in Lauren’s chest and tried to hide my face. She held me to her. From my left, I felt a series of warm spurts of hot liquid hit my pantyhosed thigh. It felt warm, and under pressure, and I mouthed ‘ohhhhhhh’ quietly. I had another gurl’s hot fresh semen on my pantyhosed thighs!
Lauren- “As I was saying, that shot we had earlier was called a ‘cumshot’, and I used to make those for the regulars at the bar I worked at years ago.” Anna was squeezing my hand tightly in her throes as Lauren stated that while smiling at me. I felt, I don’t know, like I had suddenly become aware of new feelings, new sensations, and my legs felt like they had been loved by the sweetest cream ever.
Lauren and Catherine suddenly bolted from the booth, leaving me with a handful of semen and stained pantyhose. I desperately needed a napkin, a towel, anything. I accepted a kiss on the cheek from Anna as I flung myself from the booth and quickly pranced to the restroom.
Then the tears came. I knew this was what I needed, and they were tears of joy for a first. I was so confused, so relieved that I could make another gurl cum, yet so curious as to these new emotions.
Lauren was waiting for me as I was doing my makeup in the mirror. Her hand on my cheek, guiding her lips to mine. It was the most understanding and tender kiss I ever shared with another. I knew this was my fate, a kitten to her cougurl.
Her free hand traced the curves of the backs of my pantyhosed thighs until they were up my dress. Her middle finger lightly traced the valley between my pantyhosed cheeks. I trembled at this. She held me even closer and reassured me it was ok to clench if someone turned me on.
“You are Aunt Lauren’s little vixen, and I want to get to know you better. Aunt Lauren likes to make her little gurls feel so good. Let’s finish your makeup and go back out to the booth and you can talk about how that made you feel.”
I dabbed my tears and did a quick touch up job for the makeup, pulled my dress down over my bottom and let Lauren lead me by the hand out of the bathroom back to our booth.