Gabrielle's Game

Chapt. 2

Chapter Two

Amy boasted a trim, petite body with wavy shoulder length brown hair. Gabrielle considered her cute... even adorable perhaps but not drop-dead gorgeous. If it hadn’t been for Gabrielle’s recent dreams, she may have never considered taking a woman. However, wildly erotic dreams and fantasies had bombarded her in constant procession turning her inside out; she now ached to touch Amy’s soft skin.

At this point and time, they were friends who spent time together when meeting up at this bar. But, friend or not, approaching her for what she truly wanted remained another matter entirely.

Gabrielle bit her bottom lip...hesitating, unsure of how she would begin this. Perhaps I should stick with what I know best. Dingus, she admonished her self-doubt, sex is what you know best! Just let your instincts take over. Capture her as you would want to be captured yourself. Slowly, she smiled tilting her head and acknowledging her friend’s wave. Amy definitely looks cute in her little red dress. Gabrielle ached to slide her hand up beneath the filmy material in search of forbidden treasures... yummm...

With her momentary self-doubt banished, Gabrielle's eyes narrowed as she reverted back to the comfort of sizing up her newest quest. She smiled even deeper... almost purring as she locked eyes with Amy; all the while she sensed Tony’s smile of anticipation from the corner. He's grinning that Cheshire grin as usual, she thought briefly until he vanished into the barroom shadows to watch the show unfold.

Inevitable wetness dampened the soft, curly triangle hidden beneath as she met Amy halfway.

“Oh, I am so glad you could make it tonight!” exclaimed Amy reaching out to give Gabrielle a tremendous hug. Naturally, she squeezed back but really desired to continue holding her...caressing her body.

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure I could come,” Gabrielle lied smoothly, “but Tony insisted saying that I really needed to give myself a break. Oh...cute dress...it really looks good on you!”

“Thanks. I wasn’t sure red would be the color for me but I couldn’t resist. I even bought some red lace panties and bra to go with it...you know...make myself feel better...,” Amy trailed off lost in thought.

“Forget the bum! He's not worth it and you are far too good for him.”

“I know, I know...but I can’t help but think about him sometimes. Maybe it’s because the sex was so good... oh, hey...speaking of sex, have any more weird dreams lately?”

Gabrielle chuckled; Amy lived vicariously enough but only through her own dreams, fantasies, and escapades. Wait until she heard her newest one.

“Oh...Oh...wait...is that a new outfit YOU have on? I don’t remember that one. Girl, you look hot!” Amy looked Gabrielle up and down appreciatively. Gabrielle dressed in all black. She wore black boots, black fishnet hose, black miniskirt, and a black top barely held together by three giant silver pins in the front. Tantalizing skin teased the imagination from neck to navel accentuating the inner swells of healthy, creamy breasts. She had hoped that this would catch Amy’s attention intriguing her... perhaps later she would find out.

Gabrielle grinned wickedly replying, “Yeah, it’s new and of course, I don’t have on a bra...but I’ll let you in on a secret since you’re my girl...I also don’t have on any panties...”

Gabrielle smiled with satisfaction noting Amy's shock when she blurted, “Well, how are your stockings staying up?”

“Duh…! Think about it!”

Amy's eyes widened with realization, “You are totally wicked!”

“Wicked and lovin’ it, that’s for sure, but I can’t help it...that’s just me,” returned Gabrielle as she noticed Amy staring at her curiously...but how curious?

“Excuse me, ladies,” interrupted the barmaid, “the guy at the end of the bar wants to buy you a drink. What’ll it be?”

Gabrielle winked mischievously to Amy then ordered two 'Sex on the Beaches' to start their night.

“Oh God, he’s hittin’ on both of us. Wait a minute...what are you doin’?!”

“Just havin’ a little fun, Amy...it doesn’t mean anything,” Gabrielle growled pulling her friend along as she sidled to the end of the bar where the stranger sat.

Amy reluctantly followed, nevertheless, she still followed.

“Really, Amy, haven’t you learned yet that guys are easy? Watch what I do and just follow my lead, ok? I’ll give you a look when it’s time. Don’t look so horrified! It’ll be fun...I promise.”

“I don’t know...even when you’re havin’ fun, you have a tendency to start trouble. I know you don’t mean to but...”

Gabrielle hushed Amy in mid-sentence as she finally reached the end of the bar. Amy worries too damn much...that’s why she never has any fun and that’s why she keeps pickin’ and stayin’ with losers. Perhaps she could open up a new world for her...one that she had yet herself to explore.

Well, the guy appeared handsome enough so it would be even more fun playin’ with him. Ahhh...game time, she grinned inwardly.

“Hey darlin’, are you the guy who bought us these wonderful drinks?” Gabrielle swayed provocatively closer to him. The poor bastard could barely speak merely nodding his head with acknowledgement. Gabrielle watched amusingly while Amy cocked her head then mimicked the approach and sat down upon the nearest bar stool.

“I wanted to get your attention,” blurted the man frankly gaining his voice. “You ladies are the bomb...you are some kind of hot!”

Where have I heard that phrase before? Hadn’t one of her girlfriends dated a guy that said that all the time? She eyed this man closely trying to remember how Julie had described him; he seemed to fit the description...but she couldn’t remember his name. Crap! She had never been good with names so more often than not, she had always reverted to calling men 'darlin’' or 'sweetie'.

Attempting pseudo-innocence, she decided to ask if he was the proverbial "jackass" who had smacked around and whored on one of her dearest friends. Geez...the times she had to run to her girl’s house consoling and comforting while he bar-hopped. And the bruises she had witnessed had sent her into numerous hellacious rages. She now seethed to the point where she was ready to pop him one in the eye right now.

But she controlled this urge...I may be wrong, she momentarily thought smiling sweetly, “You look like someone that used to go out with this girl I know...do you know Julie Dean?”

“Yeah...I know the little bitch, why?” he asked leveling Gabrielle a look as open as a book.

You fuckin’ bastard! She knew his type, all right, which made it all the more fun to play her game then toss him when she finished. This is going to make it even better. I need to remember to tell Julie all about it later.

She moistened her lips pleasurably, anticipating a little payback.