In A Flash

by Jennifer White

 

I was in the bar, just like any other Friday night. Drinking beers, watching the game on ESPN, and even more closely, watching any women who might happen to enter the establishment. Usually, they would arrive with a man in tow, so I knew they were off limits (but it never hurts to look, right?).

But around 10:30, I caught a break. A woman walked in, alone. She was tall, had beautiful long blond hair (my favorite), and was dressed up real fine. She wore a black skirt that was tight, and only covered a little of her, giving me a good full view of her legs. Her midriff was bare, because her skimpy top just barely covered her large full breasts, and only hung down a few inches below them. The straps were so thin that you could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. That, and the fact that you could clearly see her nipples outlined in the fabric.

Her breasts were so hot that it was hard for me to take my eyes off of them, and look at her flawless pretty face, her long smooth legs, or the skirt that wrapped up her special place inside. Immediately, I wanted her. Every man at the bar did. And probably the women too. She was just *so* hot.

I held my breath as she walked over to me, in the six inch heels she was wearing. She looked right at me, and her eyes looked so wide and soft, like Bambi the deer in the cartoon. She batted her eyes at me.

"Is this seat taken?" she said.

"No!" I replied.

"Hi, I'm Gina" she said.

"Hi" was all I could manage to reply.

Great. I wanted to act smooth, but I had already blown it (and I probably had drool on my face too at this point). But I was too wrapped up in her to notice. I could smell her perfume now. Wow. Everything about this chick was just perfect.

"Good" she said, sitting on the stool next to me. She crossed her legs as I took a swig of beer, and for a moment I got a little peek up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. I almost spilled the beer out of my mouth when I saw her. Wow.

She just smiled at me, and leaned over so that I could see down her shirt, and get a good look at her cleavage. Her breasts were just *so* perfect.

"So, do you come here often?" I said, not knowing what else I could possibly say to this angel, this ideal of feminine perfection.

She laughed as if I had some great wit or something. Her smile just lit up the room. I was in love, already.

"Its kind of smoky in here" she said, wrinkling her nose. "Lets go to my place, where the air is better."

"OK" I managed to say weakly.

Babes like this never went home with me. And they never invited me back to their place! I put a twenty on the bar, and walked out with my arm around her. I didn't care how big of a tip I had just left, I was not about to wait around for change! I had something more important to do now.

We got into her silver VW Jetta, and she drove us over to her place. She was a surprisingly aggressive driver. I noticed that she kicked off her heels when she drove, and I could see now that her toenails were painted, the same color as her long oval fingernails.

She had a couple of rings on her fingers, and about seven bracelets on one wrist. She also wore a necklace with three diamonds. They dangled near the top of her breasts, which made me stare at them some more. I was just overwhelmed at her beauty, that I wasn't really watching where we were going.

Suddenly, she pulled into an apartment complex.

"Home" said Gina.

We got out of the car, and walked to her apartment. She let me in, and turned on the lights. Instead of the small of the bar, the smoke, the spilled beer and the bad chicken wings, her place smelled like flowers in a greenhouse or something. I took a deep breath, looked at her, and felt tingly all over.

"Would you like to see the bedroom?" she said.

"Sure!" I replied.

This was like a fantasy. The perfect woman, and the first thing she wanted to do was to show me her bedroom? Wow.

"Those clothes of yours smell like smoke" she said. "Why don't you take them off?"

She was already removing her top. I stripped down naked as I marveled at the beauty of her exposed breasts. They were just perfect in shape, size, firmness, and everything. Her nipples were just the right size too, not too big, not too small. Oh, and she had a Brazilian bikini wax too (but it was hard to keep my eyes off her breasts!).

"I like to be on top" she said, as she pushed me over onto the bed. I was already as hard as a rock, maybe harder than I had ever been before in my life. I hated stupid foreplay in bed, and she didn't seem to want that. She was moving right on to the sex part.

Gina straddled me, and used her hand to guide me into the sweet spot between her legs. She lowered herself onto me, and I plunged in deep. Wow! Seeing her face, her breasts, her body above me, I was just awestruck. She would move up and down, and I would get to see her breasts jiggle a little. Or she would lean down and kiss me, her long hair brushing my face. She touched me all over with her hands. I was just floating.

The red ring she wore on her finger caught the light just right, and it glinted in my eye, very brightly. I thought it was funny how such dim light could make such a bright reflection, but I didn't have time to think about that. All I could think about was her.

Gina paused a few moments, so that I wouldn't get too stimulated and come right away (being drunk helped too in that regard). She thrust up and down again, and for a second time, the ring flashed brightly in my eyes. I wondered why it was doing that, but again I didn't stop and think about it, because suddenly I realized something: she needed to be touched too, in just the right way.

I put my hand on the small of her back, caressed her, moving my hand down to her sweet butt, then onto her hips. She smiled.

"Ooh, yes" she said. "Perfect."

Her ring glinted in the light, causing another flash. I stared at it, as my hands reached up to her breasts to caress her nipples, right where she wanted to be touched. She thrust again, and the ring flashed a light into my eyes.

"Your skin is so soft, so perfect" I said.

Flash.

"You're so pretty" I said, as I touched her in just the right spot, the way she longed to be touched.

Flash.

"Let me go down on you" I said, not wanting to come inside her anymore. She wanted me to go down on her, and I wanted more than anything to please her.

Flash.

I got on my knees, put my mouth onto her sweet pussy, and went to work.

Flash, flash!

I loved the taste and smell of her. I wanted to do this all the time. I reached up to touch her breasts the way she wanted to be touched.

Flash, flash, flash!

She needed lighter pressure from my tongue. I backed off.

Flash, flash, flash, flash!

I knew just what she wanted now. It was as if her hand was guiding mine now, caressing her in just the right way, in just the right places. And it was like she was guiding my tongue too, making me use just the right pressure, the right speed, and everything.

Flash, flash, flash, flash!

The pulses of light were going faster now, faster and faster. Soon, they became just one single bright light shining in my eyes.

"Don't be afraid" said a voice in my head. It was Gina's voice. It wasn't out loud, because I could still hear her moaning. It was directly in my head.

I wanted to reply to her, but I could not speak (my face was buried in her pussy). But I couldn't think either. It was like I was frozen inside.

"Now you can hear me" she said. "I know it must be scary that you can't reply or respond. I had to freeze you out, so that I could fully enter your mind."

I could *feel* inside that her presence was getting stronger and stronger. I could more than just hear her voice in my head, I could sense her feelings now.

"Your poor mind is so weak, so *male*. Primitive thoughts like procreation can be used to override whatever semblance of common sense that you males might have. But don't worry. I will fix that I will make your mind strong. Like mine."

I couldn't understand what she mean. I couldn't think really. All that was going through my mind were her words, and the continued urge to give her pleasure. I somehow knew just what to do, and I was bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

"Now I am in total control" she said. "You belong completely to me, and I can do whatever I want. Isn't that right, *Briget*?"

Briget? Who was that? Oh yes, it was *me*. I was Briget. That was my name. That had always been my name.

"You loved having breasts Briget" she said next, "ever since you were a pretty little girl."

It was true. I could remember it! I *had* been a very pretty girl when I grew up, and I had been very proud of my boobs, ever since they started to grow after I had my first period. I could feel the breasts on my chest. They weren't as large as Gina's, but they were very perky and full. I looked down at them and smiled. I loved having boobs.

"You are a woman, Briget" she said. "You love being a woman. You love to dress in pretty clothes."

I loved being a woman. I loved that I had a vagina. I looked down to see it, and smiled knowing it was there. Nothing made me feel better than to feel womanly. That's why I loved dressing up so much, in pretty clothes.

"I am passing my knowledge on to you" she said. I understood what she meant, as my mind filled with all the things I knew how to do, like how to put on my makeup, how to move with sexy elegance, how to make myself more attractive looking, how to care for my hair, how to put in my tampon, and a million other little every day details from my life. Although I knew in a way that these were all memories coming from Gina, I was so sure that they were really *my* life experiences.

"You were never a man. You were always a woman. But your sexual desire is only for women. And only for me."

I nodded. Why would she tell me something so obvious? I shook my head as I started to put on the clothes she gave me to wear. After putting on my underwire bra, she handed me the cutest little pink top. Glittery silver writing across my boobs said "Chicks Rule". I knew it would make guys stare at my boobs, which was like a double edged sword, if you know what I mean. I love getting attention, like any girl would, but you feel so uncomfortable when some guy keeps staring and staring at you. Especially when you don't want men, because you're a lesbian like me.

Down below, I must have been wearing some old boyfriend's clothes or something, because there were a pair of boxer shorts on the ground. But as I stared at them, I realized they were changing right before my eyes, becoming panties! Wow, I must have just imagined that. I picked up the soft silky white panties, and slipped them on, over my long smooth legs. I let them go with a snap, and admired how nice and smooth I looked in front, where they covered up my warm moist pussy. I looked in the mirror, to check myself out from the back.

My long hair came down to the small of my back, and I loved how the cute little panties covered by rear. I would look great in a bikini, if I could just lose a few pounds and slim down my thighs. When you are a woman, its always a struggle with your weight. Your own hormones make you want to eat, but then make you store all the fat in your middle! Its not fair I tell you. That plus guys can drop a few pounds with one good workout, but we have to diet, work out, cut back, and sometimes we still don't lose weight! Guys are so lucky like that.

I put on the white ruffled skirt that Gina handed me, and stepped into the pink sandals with glittery fake jewels and thick souls.

 

I could see her ring flashing now, instead of the solid light. The pulses were fast, but they began to slow down. As they did so, I felt a sudden loss inside, and I could no longer hear her voice. Her presence had left me, and I was on my own: a free thinking woman.

Soon her ring stopped flashing all together. Gina walked up to me, as she put on her clothes, and smiled.

"You were good in bed" she said.

"So were you" I replied, remembering our hot lesbian lovemaking session. I felt totally in love with her.

She kissed me on the lips, and I opened my mouth to let her tongue in.

"Why was I the lucky girl you picked?" I asked, breathless, when we finally separated.

"I had bad luck before you Briget" she replied. "Too many of them were butch. I wanted someone sweet and feminine, who thought just like I did. Someone the same size as me, who I could share my clothes with. Someone I could be so close to, that we were like the same person. And that girl is you."

"I love you" I said, giving her a big hug. From touching her, I was getting wet again. I felt so turned on by her! It was just amazing. When you're in love, it is funny how nothing else seems to matter. That's how it was for me. I wanted her, wanted to be with her, and nothing else in the world made any difference.

We walked out into the bright morning light, holding hands and laughing. It was a beautiful day, and a wonderful day to be a woman in love.

  

  

  

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