Party Girl Ch. 04

Party Girl

Chapter 4

The next morning, Katrina and Eugene were barely speaking. They slept late, embarrassed by their behavior. Katrina showered again and stayed in the bathroom a long time.

They said their goodbyes at Harry Reid International Airport. Katrina hugged and kissed Eugene, not wanting to let him go. Then she kissed Sandy on the cheek and accepted her hugs that followed. It all further confused her. Why did she kiss Sandy and let her hug her? Images of her pale jeweled pussy came to mind; she remembered becoming familiar with it and shrugged. At this point one more pussy didn't mean much. She was flying back to Lincoln, Nebraska alone, while Eugene and Sandy returned to Boston. She tried unsuccessfully not to think about it. She was sharing Eugene like she promised. She imagined Sandy and Eugene would be seated together, talking, and revealing their feelings, and thoughts about the orgy.

In the meantime, she was left alone to process things by herself. She worried; she was becoming more attracted to women. Despite being officially "airtight" she didn't remember much about the men or their dirty smelly cocks. She remembered the women and their pretty and unique pussies. She loved the ones that were groomed and bald the most. The hairy ones she wanted to avoid but couldn't help herself. She was comfortable in the company of women, and the pair at the orgy that passionately made love to her. She had to admit it was pretty amazing. A pretty flight attendant stopped to check on her. She smiled back gazing into her pretty blue eyes, Katrina was thrilled to have gotten the attention and felt a tingling inside her well used pussy.

Expecting to find comfort with the return to her weekly routine, Katrina was disappointed by how really weird things became. First there were the strange phone calls, she couldn't resist answering. There'd be no one on the other end, at least no words or voices that she remembered. She would just wake up to find that she'd been on the call for fifteen minutes or more. Then she'd forget about it until the next day when it would happen again.

Although she maintained her normal study routine, she began making time to watch porn on the internet. Not just any porn, but videos featuring the Asian porn actress known as Airtight Amy. Katrina was surprised how few videos were available. She remembered Eugene encouraging her to watch one with him when they just began dating, they both had gotten so worked up they fucked until they were raw. She scolded herself for being so crude, but that's what it was. Back then they fucked so often that had she not been on the pill she'd have gotten pregnant for sure. It wasn't all physical, in those early days of their relationship. Their long talks and walks in the moonlight, in time they fell in love with each other's minds. The sex was better, not as urgent, or frequent just better. Watching the final "Airtight Amy" video, Katrina romanticized her first time being "airtight". Before she could sort it all out, she'd visited a local adult store and invested half her months hard-earned wages on a few dildos so she could practice being "airtight". She'd watch the Amy videos, then masturbate for hours, or until she was sore.

She was conflicted. Being "airtight" was what she did at the orgy in Las Vegas, she still didn't know why she had so willfully joined. Perhaps there was something in her drinks. She had to have been drugged to have been so reckless, she rationalized. However, since returning home, she was also finding it hard not to look at friends, professors, and practically every woman she saw as possible sex partners. She wasn't gay was she? She had always been bisexual, and wanting to have all her holes filled with cock was natural, right? She still love men and their big smelly hard nasty cocks. "Being airtight is so right", as Amy would always say.

None of her new behavior made sense, it just wasn't her. She wasn't open, charming, witty, and headstrong among her friends. With others, she'd always been quiet and conservative especially when it came to sex. Something happened in Las Vegas that changed her. She was sure of that but couldn't remember no matter how hard she tried. By now the calls had increased to mornings and evenings. She'd forgotten most of what happened on the trip, accept how much she wanted to meet the right woman. There was no conflict for her. There was still only one man for her, Eugene. They talked on the phone and did video calls. But he was in Boston and didn't have much time for her. It would be weeks if not months before she'd see him again. She liked Lincoln Nebraska, it suited her. She had only a few more months before she'd complete her degree. Eugene was so far away. What was she to do?

The next day as she gathered with her friends off campus at their usual hangout, she felt incredibly lonely and needed to feel loved. She tried to ignore it but found herself wondering which of her girlfriends would make the best sex partner. She'd known them all for years, sharing the same classes and now she was lusting over all of them. The way she'd look at them made some uncomfortable, and others suspicious. Those who knew her best excused her behavior. But others, particularly those with active "gaydar" recognized her as a closet lesbian. She wanted to confide in them, or maybe just one of them. But she couldn't. Although she tried, but it never came out right. She was a brilliant student, now she found it difficult to concentrate. She would just zone out, imagining her professors naked, both male and female. On more than one occasion she imagined one of her professors naked and wearing a strap-on dildo. She was constantly thinking of sex, and now thinking of sex with women.

"Excuse me," a voice behind her said, she'd been standing in line waiting to place her order for a Latte, "That's a beautiful blouse. I've been looking for one that color, where did you find it?" Jenny had been admiring Katrina for a while, thinking she was exactly her type.

"This old thing," Katrina said, turning to face the woman. She had such a kissable face and imagined them in a passionate lip lock. The older woman was dressed in an expensive navy-blue business suite with a cream-colored blouse, perhaps a lawyer or some other "white collar" professional. As they discussed clothing, it didn't take Katrina long to realize that she was being hit upon. Smiling sweetly as they talked, Jenny was smitten. They shared a table and chatted over their drinks. Since neither had any pressing engagements it was an easy decision for Katrina to join Jenny at her condo for a morning fuck. It turned out that Jenny Sloan was indeed an attorney, a partner at a small boutique law firm and just happened to be between cases and lovers.

And it just so happened that Jenny also had a thing for college girls particularly those who were new into their lesbianism, or maybe hadn't even realized it, yet. Despite Katrina insisting that she was bisexual, Jenny had a way of knowing how these things turned out. The younger woman just hadn't accepted it yet. That was just fine with Jenny, for the time being. She'd helped more than her share of women come out of the closet. They spent hours kissing, Katrina had only kissed one other woman before, and they were both pretty drunk then. She remembered only that it was pleasant. Jenny, however, really knew how to kiss, and it wasn't long before clothing began flying as they sucked face and fondled each other's womanly parts.

In her mid-thirties physically, Jenny looked like she was fresh out of college and was in excellent shape, sporting an athletic build that suited her medium-size frame. Her natural fiery red hair and beautiful green eyes gave her an exotic look. There was no doubt that she was a natural redhead Katrina soon learned. Once seeing her neatly cropped red landing strip stopping just above her pussy, Katrina couldn't get enough of it.

An hour later she and Jenny were curled into a sixty-nine enjoying each other's unique flavor. Jenny surprised Katrina when she brought out one of her toys, her favorite a strapless dildo. Katrina begged her to fuck her with it while she sucked on a large black one. Sensing she craved more, Jenny produced an anal plug and Katrina was once again "airtight". She came hard and almost constantly until she'd passed out. After a sufficient amount of cuddling and promises to meet again they showered, and parted ways. Katrina headed to the library for the remainder of the day. Fortunately, the frolic had greatly diminished Katrina's unbridled desires. She thought Jenny may be the distraction she needed to help her complete her summer semester. At the end of the Fall session, she would graduate and be looking for employment in the Winter and perhaps the Spring.

Not seeing Katrina regularly was taking its toll on Eugene, so his sessions with Sandy continued. Despite missing her terribly Eugene's play became more consistent. Eventually Sandy was able to reduce the frequency of their appointments to just twice weekly and for only an hour. With her schedule opening, Sandy was free to take on other clients. She hoped to take on other athletes with performance issues. A few weeks later she left her job to work full-time in her own practice. Eugene's playing continued to improve and the Celtics put her on a retainer with the team committed to paying through the end of the season. Just as she planned her success with Eugene began attracting new athletes from various sports and her reputation grew.

After each of their sessions, she and Eugene would fuck. It was mind-blowing sex for both. Sandy knew exactly what he liked, and she'd have him do everything she needed. She practiced trying to swallow his huge cock. With practice she was beginning to open her mouth wide enough to swallow the mushroom shaped head completely. They would both be exhausted afterwards. Then Sandy would put Eugene into a trance and wipe his memory of everything. It was important that no one knew she was fucking her client. She couldn't risk someone finding out or seeing that Eugene treated her differently. She had become addicted to his enormous cock and his tireless fucking.

When Sandy got her breasts augmentation, taking her from a B cup to a D, she made certain the surgeon matched Katrina's size and shape, exactly. She had Katrina text her pictures of her girls, then made her forget she'd sent them. Her plan was to become Katrina's physical twin and convince Eugene that he didn't miss nor need Katrina anymore. He would have her. Unknowingly Eugene provided Sandy with all the intimate information she needed, including the nude photos Katrina had sent him. While in a trance, he'd confess everything they discussed in their phone and video conversations. Sandy controlled them both and soon it wouldn't matter.

Preseason had begun and Dr. Mills had made herself essential to the team's success. She was expected to attend all the games, both home, and on the road, and was now considered a contract employee, which included per diem and most of the usual perks. Her seats were just behind the bench among the coaching staff. Watching Darius play and helping him to remain focused was the easy part. She knew little about coaching but didn't need to. The coaching staff was one of the best, she only needed to monitor his attitude. As Darius's play improved, she began to believe her importance, and so did the Celtics. It wasn't long before the other teams learned about her success, and she gained notoriety throughout the league.

Despite everything that happened to her, Katrina was still very much in love with Eugene, she was just unable to express it and she loved watching him play. She'd arranged her whole day to watch the first preseason games carried by TNT, when her phone rang.

It was her daily tune up call. When she came out of her trance she'd lost ten minutes, and the game was about to begin. She'd missed the clowning and banter of the broadcast team, hosted by Ernie Johnson, and joined by Shaquille O'Neal, Kenny Smith, and Charles Barkley, it was her favorite part. The team was informative and funny as they explained the key matchups. Had she not been in a trance she'd have heard Barkley's assessment of the rookie Darius Chickasaw who had truly impressed the Hall of Famer. Tonight's game was between the favored Boston Celtic versus the Memphis Grizzlies. The opening tip off was just one commercial away. Temporarily confused by the loss of time, she used the break to pop some corn and was just settling in to watch the play when Jenny unexpectedly dropped in. They had grown close over the weeks and had exchanged keys to each other's homes. They were exclusive more or less. Jenny was convinced Katrina was gay and a full-fledged lesbian. The way that Katrina ate her pussy, she'd bragged to her closest girlfriends, fanning herself. They were all anxious to meet the woman who'd stolen Jenny Sloan's heart. Jenny knew it was just a matter of time before Katrina and she would make it official. Jenny was a very patient woman.

Katrina loved it when they fucked, Jenny's skills with her dildo was improving. She tolerated Katrina's infatuation with being "airtight" and neither were seeing anyone else. Stubbornly Katrina wasn't ready to admit that she was a lesbian. She still talked about the boyfriend playing rookie basketball in the NBA, but Jenny no longer saw him as a threat. Her presence had a calming effect on Katrina, or maybe it was all the sex they enjoyed. Nevertheless, Katrina's raging libido quieted and so too her habit of mentally undressing every woman she saw. Her girlfriends were no longer frightened by her, as much. She seemed to have returned to the sweet Katrina they had long known and admired. She was still in love with Eugene and ever watchful as his career began to take off. Others suspected she'd found someone and had a lover on the side. It made sense, she was too happy for it not to be true, the question was it a man or a woman.

Distracted by the game Katrina didn't hear Jenny as she silently slipped into the house wrapped tightly in a brown wool overcoat and carrying two bottles of their favorite wine. She had just won a big case and was in the mood to celebrate. Clearing her throat, she stepped in front of the wall mounted big screen and announced her news, then opened her coat. The green-eyed redhead was practically naked underneath. Through her translucent crotchless lingerie a giant black cock protruded from her groin. Katrina gasped, covering her mouth, to conceal a laugh, that quickly became extremely arousing. Licking her lips, the game forgotten she scurried to her girlfriend. Falling gracefully to her knees, grabbing the cock, licking and sucking the head as Jenny dropped her overcoat and wine lovingly caressing Katrina's head.

After a few minutes worshiped Jenny's cock, Katrina brought her lover to the couch. Jenny encouraged her to continue by urging her to "suck that cock". When she'd had enough deep throating the phallic, they kissed passionately until they were both ready to fuck. Bending over the couch Katrina taunted, lifted, and wiggled her naked round ass for her lover. Taking the hint Jenny pushed the fat black cock into her girlfriend from behind and began fucking like she'd never have another chance. It wasn't long before Katrina began moaning, thoroughly enjoying what Jenny was doing. Having improved her technique, Jenny's strokes were more natural, and pleasurable for both of them. Lifting her head about to announce her orgasm, Katrina paused staring at the television. There was a timeout, and the camera was focused on the Celtic bench. Sweat pouring off his body, Darius was the target of the announcer's comments. It was his first start and at the end of the first quarter he had a triple double and twenty points, and the Celtics were leading by double digits. Darius was playing effortlessly and scoring at will. Katrina smiled with pride imagining it was Eugene fucking her. When the camera zoomed in she saw seated among the coaching staff Dr. Sandra Mills. "What the fuck!" Katrina shouted standing upright and pulling Jenny forward as she continued to fuck her with long strokes.

Easy to spot, Sandy was dressed in all white, her long blonde hair hanging off her head, and piled on her shoulders and large breasts. She was animated, appearing to be talking to the rookie. He nodded then focused on the play the coach designed. The buzzer sounded and the five ran back to the court and play resumed.

Processing what she'd just seen, Sandy in the stands, coaching Eugene, left Katrina in shock. She wasn't sharing. She'd taken over. Oblivious to Katrina's distress, Jenny kept stroking playing her role and fucking her girlfriend. She was "balls deep" inside Katrina, one hand wrapped around Katrina, flattening her large tit in her palm as she continued her strokes.

"I've lost," Katrina thought, worried, and confused. "I'm not sharing Eugene. That means I'm not bisexual. That was a lie. I'm..., she paused as Jenny's strokes began feeling better and better. "I'm a lesbian." It all made perfect sense now. "I have a girlfriend who's wearing a fucking a dildo and fucking my ass." She squealed in delight. "And she's doing a damn good job of it. Fuck me. I'm a fucking lesbian", she realized saying it again allowing her addled mind to accept the fact. There was no sense in trying to deny it any longer, "I'm a fucking lesbian!" As she finished that thought her climax erupted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...meeee!"

Katrina came hard and long; she was a fucking lesbian and she loved being fucked by Jenny and all of her toys. She turned and found Jenny's mouth and kissed her more passionately than ever before, much to Jenny's delight. In a frenzy Katrina ripped off the remains of Jenny's skippy lingerie. She pulled the dildo from Jenny and proceeded to eat her pussy like she was possessed. Jenny didn't know what had happened to bring out this passion and didn't question it. She was on the brink of a huge climax. As she came, Katrina swallowed every drop, and searched with her tongue looking for more. As her passion unabated they tumbled into a fierce sixty-nine. Each coming again a few more times. Still breathing hard Jenny got up and opened the wine she'd brought pouring a glass for each of them.

Cuddling on the couch, the game once again forgotten, Katrina and Jenny made plans for the weekend, a first. When Katrina announced that she wanted to go shopping, get some new clothes, and get some body piercings, nipples, and labia, maybe more, confessing it was something she'd always wanted. Neither of them suspected it was one of Sandy's hypnotic suggestions. Jenny was agreeable, and realized Katrina was taking a big step, they'd never gone shopping or did anything like that together. Perhaps she had finally accepted her lesbianism. She was afraid to hope it was true and they were finally a couple. Looking into Jenny's green eyes, Katrina confessed that she'd been fooling herself and that she was indeed a lesbian, "If I had known how happy being a lesbian could be I would have admitted it long ago." Jenny squealed and kissed her lover passionately. Neither had any idea Katrina was running off Sandy's programming and was full of false memories and lies.

(To be continued.)