Dangerous Truths 2 (Patreon)

Katie looked at herself in the mirror. Her voluptuous curves encased in a black bra and panties, new and silk. She hadn’t been eating much since that deadly night and she was beginning to lose the vibrant thickness of her body, but she’d always been a little on the hourglass side, with her slinky little waist, so it wasn’t like her sex appeal was gone. She just hoped Julia served some big portions. She could do with seconds of whatever it was Julia had for her.

Putting on her best blouse and skirt… now she felt she owed it to Julia to look nice for her… she still wasn’t sure she’d done the right thing. Suppose Julia was gay and this all became some weird foreplay, like it had been towards the end in Julia’s office, when Katie had spent every moment thinking the lawyer was about to kiss her.

She’d once had a threesome with Adam, but this would be nothing like that… Adam had been far more attracted to that girl than she’d been. She feared that without him there, and his lust, and his passion, she wouldn’t have anything to feel for Julia. She didn’t want to hurt Julia’s feelings. She’d already caused so much damage… and she needed Julia to represent her in court.

Now that she was out of Julia’s office, Katie regretted yielding to her on so much… even her underwear was now as Julia wanted it… but she couldn’t ghost Julia. That would have to be the worst thing she could do; she had to go through with this date.

They met at the cocktail lounge, where Julia ordered them two Pisco Sours and a cheese tray. They sat at the bar, nibbling on cheeses and sipping from their drinks. Katie wondered if anyone could tell they were on a date. Julia certainly didn’t look like a lesbian. For the first time since Katie had met her, she was wearing a dress. She looked gorgeous; it looked gorgeous on her. And her legs were beautiful, even with one of them sheathed by the asymmetrical hem.

“Are you gay?” Katie asked suddenly, unable to take wondering any longer.

Julia circled her finger around the lip of her glass. “I suppose I should ask if this is a general curiosity or…”

“And I believe I should tell you that I asked you first.”

“Tell you what: come back to my place for a real meal, with actual protein, and I’ll tell you.”

“Don’t you think I ought to know before I go to your place?”

“Would it make a difference?”

Katie imagined she could feel her hair frizzing. “Not if you’re gay, but I suppose I wouldn’t want to associate with someone who’s a real man-hater…”

“I don’t hate men,” Julia said. “They’re just not as enjoyable as women are. I’ve always felt that way. I can’t remember a time boys interested me more than girls. Not that all girls are interesting, but… I can be very spoiled when it comes to sex. I don’t like it unless it’s just so.”

“That’s understandable,” Katie said.

“You haven’t met any of my girlfriends,” Julia said, and took a drink to close the subject out. “Are you going to fill up on cheese or can I treat you? There’s some soup in my slow-cooker you’ll love and I plan to pump you so full of it that I won’t have to worry about you soiling yourself with fast food anytime soon.”

So Katie let Julia drive her back to the high-priced apartment where she lived. She listened as Julia playfully talked about her sex life. It made Katie’s ears burn, how freely Julia admitted to the kind of preferences and experimentation Katie would’ve been endlessly embarrassed by, but after a while she felt at ease.

In the elevator, Julia put her arm around Katie’s waist and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear: “I’m really glad you agreed to come.”

“I think I will be too,” Katie said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Julia’s lips turned teasingly downward. “You aren’t already? Maybe I haven’t been aggressive enough.” And her hand squeezed where it rested on Katie’s hip.

Katie laughed it off. “Julia, I’m straight.”

“Yes, well, I don’t think you’d be as much fun if you were just another lesbian. You being straight can be a real turn-on.”

Katie pried Julia’s arm from around her body. “Let’s just keep things professional. You’re my lawyer, after all.”

“I am your lawyer. Lawyers and their clients should have a good working relationship. You should be able to tell me anything.” Julia smiled at her and Katie felt her heart skip a beat. “Are you wearing black panties? A black bra?”

Katie gulped. “Why did you want me to?”

“It’s not important why. Just that you do it. But that doesn’t matter now. We can talk about it later, when your mouth isn’t full.”

Katie sucked in a breath, wondering what her mouth was going to be full of, but when the elevator stopped and Julia swept them into her apartment, all she did was set up a place for Katie at the table with her.

After a glass of wine and a bowl of the soup Julia had promised her, Katie felt mellow and surprisingly open-minded. She tried to picture what it would be like to have sex with Julia. Her imagination was prolific. All kinds of positions and sex acts and locations occurred to her.

She imagined what Julia might look like naked and how Julia would fuck her. It turned her on a little—the thought of Julia going down on her, Julia’s tongue inside her, her juices covering Julia’s lovely face. Did she want Julia eating her pussy? She couldn’t say that she didn’t. In fact, she quivered at the thought of Julia making love to her.

Julia put some soft, relaxing music on the stereo and sat down on the couch, patting the cushion next to her. Katie sat down with her. They talked some more and finished the glasses of wine they’d brought with them. Julia pointed out a space by the window—in the huge studio apartment—where she painted at an easel.

“Someday I’ll paint you,” she told Katie.

Katie ducked her head. “Yeah, when I’ve been to a spa and started moisturizing again.”

“You’re gorgeous, Katie. A little wear and tear can only hide your beauty, it can’t take it away. And it would take someone a lot less perceptive than me to be fooled by you missing a few hours’ sleep or skipping a couple meals. I’m going to do the most incredible oil of you—once they pronounce you not guilty, I’m going to drive you back here and paint just how you look with this weight off your shoulders. You’re going to fucking glow.”

And suddenly Julia was leaning over, kissing Katie. Katie stiffened, thinking she was going to resist, but all she did was let it happen until Julia finally pulled her mouth off of Katie’s.

“Like you are now,” Julia concluded.

“I don’t know,” Katie babbled, “I don’t know if this is what I want—”

“It’s what we both want,” Julia interrupted, and kissed her again.

This time her tongue pushed at Katie’s lips, got into her mouth. They kissed deeply, Julia’s tongue exploring its new home. Katie moaned at the sudden feel of Julia’s hand on her breast.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ll never forget,” Julia whispered in Katie’s ear.

“Oh God,” Katie moaned.

Julia kept caressing her tit. “I know it’ll take a lot to convert you, but I have a lot to give. I can do anything a man can do and more. I can make you come. I can make you come with my mouth. I want that. Do you like my mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Where?” Katie repeated unthinkingly.

“Where would you like my mouth? How about on your ass? Would you like having your ass licked?”

“Christ, Julia…”

Julia giggled and kissed the end of Katie’s nose. “I want this blouse off now, Kate. I want to see your tits.”

Katie quivered. It turned her on way too much to hear Julia talking the way she was talking. She could only sit there and tremble as Julia unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Then she unhooked Katie’s bra and took that away from her too. Katie was left with nothing but her heaving breasts.

Julia moaned at the sight of them. “Put your shoulders back, I want a good look at them.”

That struck Katie as absurd. She tittered. “They’re just breasts. You have them too…”

“Mine are small. Yours are so fucking big and nice… they make me hot. I wanna fucking touch myself, but I’d rather touch you. I’m going to make you touch me soon. You’re going to get me off while I touch you, then we’ll both be happy. Jesus, Katie, you must have the best tits in the world…”

Like she couldn’t help herself anymore, Julia reached out and cupped Katie’s breasts from underneath, lifting them up higher than they already sat. “Mmm,” Julia moaned at the sheer feel of them, and bent her head to kiss each breast. She held onto Katie’s tits, groping them with both hands as she kissed them everywhere her fingers didn’t cover. And Katie’s voluptuous breasts left a lot of room for Julia’s kisses.

Then Julia took Katie’s left nipple into her mouth while her fingers pinched the other one. Katie quaked in pleasure as Julia pulled and tweaked and sucked and nibbled the little peaks, giving them all the luxuriant treatment they deserved and making Katie feel every last bit of it.

“I love your breasts,” Julia sighed, between nips at Katie’s swelling areola. “They’re so tender, aren’t they? I think I could make you come just from feeling them up… I think I will… and when your pussy is all wet and juicy, soaking through those sexy black panties of yours, I’m going to taste that sweet fucking cunt… oh yes… and you’d better be wearing black panties like I told you to… I love when my little Mexican whores are wearing nothing but black panties…”

“Don’t call me that,” Katie said, suddenly not liking the flushed look on Julia’s face or how tightly Julia was squeezing her body, like it was her own personal stress toy.

“Shut up and enjoy being my plaything,” Julia said. “I’ve wasted enough time buttering you up. Now you know how much you like being my dyke bitch, so just come for me… I know you like this…”

“I said don’t talk to me like that,” Katie repeated.

“And I said shut the fuck up,” Julia commanded. “Shit. Enough foreplay.” She stretched out on the couch, raising her knees, pulling up her dress’s hem. She didn’t have on any panties. Her bare pussy glistened with wetness. “I’ll play with your tits some more after you eat me. I want your cunt too, but it can wait until after I’ve come in your mouth.”

Katie felt like crying. Tears were in her eyes. “Why are you talking to me like this?”

“Because it turns me on,” Julia said slowly, as if she were explaining something elementary to a small child.