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What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?

by kurrginatorX 01/11/18

"Who's that?" Cammie Waters asked Lou, the owner of Leather & Lipstick, the only lesbian bar in town.

"Don't know," Lou responded as she set a Tequila Sunrise in front of Cammie. "Ain't never been in here before, far as I can recall."

"What's she drinking?"

"Stormy Weather."

An elegant drink for an elegant lady, Cammie thought. "Send her one from me, Lou."

"What's Indie gonna have to say about that?"

Indie, or Indigo, was Cammie's girlfriend. Yes, was. Past tense. Indie broke up with Cammie not even two hours ago, which is why Cammie was now sitting in the bar. "We're no longer together, Lou."

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. Wanna talk about it?"

"Thanks, but maybe some other time. Right now, I just want to ..." She said nothing more as she stared at the red head across the bar from her. She was stunningly beautiful. Cammie figured she must be in her late thirties or early forties, but she could easily pass for early thirties.

Lou made the drink and took it over. The woman toasted her thanks, then returned her gaze to the countertop as she began nursing the alcohol. After a few minutes, when no offer to join her had been extended, Cammie took it upon herself and made her way over. She sat next to the woman and said, "How pathetic is it that two beautiful women like us are the only patrons in this bar on a Tuesday night?"

The red head looked up, tried and failed in her attempt to smile, then looked back down again. After fifteen second's silence, Cammie said, "My girlfriend broke up with me tonight. We were together for almost a year, and all of a sudden, she decides that maybe she's not as into girls as she initially thought. How are you going to be with a woman for a year, and then decide you're not a lesbian?"

"She was either lying to herself the whole time she was with you, or she's lying to herself now," the red head responded.

"I suppose you're right," Cammie said. She sipped at her drink, then broke down into tears. "It's just not fair. I gave her my heart. How could she treat me so terribly?"

The red head took Cammie into her arms. "Go ahead, honey. Let it out."

"It's just so fucking unfair," Cammie said as she continued to cry.

"I know, I know," the red head said as she rocked Cammie back and forth. She inhaled deeply and was struck by the young woman's coconut-scented shampoo. She had also been struck by her looks as well. She figured the young miss to be of Asian and African descent. She stood around five-five, was light-skinned, measurements probably 34-26-38, and had almond-shaped eyes that were dark and mysterious.

"I'm so sorry," Cammie said as she pulled away and began rubbing at her eyes. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to break down like that. It's just ... When I got home from work, she had already packed everything and moved it out. She didn't leave me with a single picture of us together, like she's erasing whatever it was we had."

"You poor dear," the red head said as she placed an encouraging hand on Cammie's arm. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

"Thanks," Cammie said. She sniffled, then downed her drink before asking for another. "So, what about you? Why are you here?"

"My boyfriend and I have been together for sixteen months," she began. "Have ... HAD! Although frequency of sex had been faltering these past few months, when we did have it, it was passion-filled and erotically rough. Plus, he had begun sending me flowers and other gifts on an almost-daily basis. He called me today and asked if I would like to go to dinner at Fiddler on the Green."

"Nice," Cammie interjected.

"I thought he was going to ask me to marry him tonight. I really did. All signs pointed toward it. Imagine the excruciating torture I went through as we finished our meal and talked about everything but. Finally, there at the end, he told me he was leaving me for another woman. I was devastated. I walked out, and next thing I knew, I was standing in this bar."

"That's over six miles from here," Cammie noted. "Are you telling me that you walked all that way?" She looked at the woman's feet. Cammie immediately recognized the Chantal Thomass silk stockings. They probably cost this woman fifty dollars easy, but now they were torn to shreds, tattered from her walking in them on the pavement.

"I just wandered," the red head said. She downed her drink, and Cammie immediately ordered her another. When it was brought, "No, dear. I've got it." She handed Lou her Black card as she said, "Two more of each." She sniffled, trying her best to hold her emotions in check, then placed a hand over her eyes and silently wept.

It was Cammie's turn to offer comfort, and she did. She took the woman in her arms and held her until her weeping ceased. When she looked up, Cammie moved a line of the woman's hair from her face and said, "You are too beautiful a lady to suffer so."

She looked at Cammie, placed a palm on her cheek, and said, "So are you. What do you suppose we should do about that?"

Cammie slowly moved in and kissed her. It was soft, gentle, unrushed. They held one another there for countless seconds. Cammie pulled away. She smiled. "That was nice."

"It was," the red head said. "I just ... I've never been with another woman before."

"I'd be honored to be your first," Cammie said. "I promise to treat you with the dignity and respect you deserve."

The red head moved in and kissed Cammie with the same gentle sweetness Cammie had employed. "I'd like that. My name is Jillian, by the way."

Cammie kissed Jillian's offered hand, then said, "Cammie. My place is just a couple of blocks from here, if you don't mind walking a little further tonight."

"For you? Not at all."

They quickly tossed back their remaining drinks and hurriedly made their way down the street. By the time they had reached Cammie's apartment, the alcohol was coursing through their veins and they were full-on blitzed. Even still, they took their time undressing one another, unwrapping special gifts that only the other would enjoy this evening.

Once fully nude, they began to kiss ever-so softly in a standing embrace, their hands exploring every curve of the other's body. Jillian palmed Cammie's voluptuous ass, bringing a soft moan to her lips, while Cammie lightly pinched one of Jillian's nipples, inciting a moan of her own. Cammie slowly worked a hand between Jillian's legs to her shaved pussy and found easy access to her clit. Jillian parted her legs slightly to grant Cammie better admittance.

Cammie began to move, guiding Jillian toward the bed. Jillian fell back, and Cammie's mouth immediately found its place upon Jillian's soft pussy. Jillian reveled in the sensation of having Cammie's mouth on her just as much as Cammie reveled in being there.

She began to slowly manipulate Jillian's clit in her mouth. Jillian's breath caught several times. "Oh, Cammie," Jillian whispered. "Don't stop. Please. It feels so wonderful." Cammie didn't. She continued on as she had been, not deviating once, and soon Jillian was arching her back as she pulled Cammie's mouth closer to her. "Yes, yes. That's it. That's it, Cammie. Here it comes," and she spurted her cum into Cammie's mouth.

"Oh, Wow!" Cammie said when she came off her. "I've never been with a woman who could ejaculate before. That was awesome."

"You continue to treat my pussy like that, and I'll continue to cum for you," Jillian promised. Cammie took that as an invitation to carry on, so she did, and a few minutes later she was treated to another mouthful of Jillian's sweet secretions. Jillian pulled Cammie up to her, and the two began kissing once again.

Jillian gently rolled, moving Cammie onto her back. Jillian mounted her, continuing to kiss her, then slowly made her way to Cammie's neck. Cammie tilted her head to the side, granting Jillian full access to her soft neck flesh, and when Jillian found that sweet spot, just one of many of Cammie's erogenous zones, Cammie placed a hand behind Jillian's head and held her there as she grabbed Jillian's generously plump rump and squeezed it.

Cammie had greatly enjoyed sex with Indie, but they had never once made love, not like this. Jillian's expertise in matters of heterosexual lovemaking easily carried over to their lesbian sister.

Jillian removed her mouth from Cammie's neck. Cammie would notice later the hickey that Jillian had blessed her with. Jillian slowly, softly kissed her way to Cammie's breasts, giving equal attention to both. Without having even touched them yet, Cammie's dark brown nipples and areola were rigid in anticipation of Jillian's hot, wet mouth encircling them, and once the two met, "OOHHHH!" and Cammie came.

Jillian tenderly sucked Cammie's left nipple first, then moved to her right. While her mouth was on one, her fingers were on the other, lightly pinching and squeezing it. "Jillian," Cammie whispered. "You're doing things to me I never thought possible." And all she's done is kiss you and suck your tits she thought to herself. What's going to happen when

Jillian moved a hand between Cammie's legs and immediately felt a very low-cut and soft patch of pubic hair. It felt nice in her hand. She worked Cammie's clit with her palm while inserting her middle finger into the young lady. She immediately went for the G-spot, and Cammie cried out as she bathed Jillian's hand in an ejaculation of her own.

"MMMMUUUUWWWWAAAAA!!" Cammie cried out as she came, then very literally began to cry as she was overcome by emotion. Jillian moved up and kissed her. "J-Jillian, what ... What was that? What happened?"

"That was an orgasm from your G-spot," Jillian told her. "Have you seriously never had one before?"

"No," Cammie said as happy tears continued to issue from her eyes. "That was my first."

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