Cinderella's Two

A New Life

by Madison Langston

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Lauren had put the top down on her little yellow BMW. The wind whipping past our ears made talking an effort, so we didn’t say much except for her pointing out interesting sights along the Columbia River.

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We’d driven for nearly an hour when Lauren pulled off the highway onto a dirt track. It was little more than a trail and maybe long enough for a dozen cars, ending at a wooden barrier overlooking the river.

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Puzzled, I glanced her way.

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She pointed up at a dark bank of clouds. “Better put the top up, I think. Those look like rain.”

I hugged myself. “Yeah, feels like it, too.”

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“Sure does. Hope you brought a jacket.”

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“I did. I read an article about the unpredictable northwest weather.” We got out. “Can I help?”

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“No, I’ve got it.”

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I pulled on my windbreaker, and while she latched the top down, I leaned on the wooden barricade to watch the river flow past twenty feet below. The damp breeze blowing off the river whipped under my loose-fitting shorts and reminded me of my pantyless state.

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In the background, I heard Lauren’s cell phone go off. She answered, and from her tone, I thought, Uh oh, sounds like something about work.

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The quiet gurgle of water against the rocky shore encouraged my mind to consider my situation. Everything had happened so fast. A few hours earlier, friendless, jobless, and nearly broke, I’d walked into a nearby bar looking for a guy to take me home and fuck me. As it turned out, men don’t hang out in Cinderella’s.

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Now I’m─ What am I, exactly? The answer came without much thought. Well, my dear, what you’re becoming is growing more apparent by the minute. You spent last night having decadent sex with three women. Your first act upon awakening was to go down on one of them, and now you’re looking forward to finding a secluded spot and continuing your bout of debauchery. Face it, Susan. You’ve become a slut.

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Somehow it seemed I should feel shame or guilt. Why do I feel neither?

Before I could answer my question, Lauren’s arms folded around my waist from behind. She rested her chin on my shoulder and kissed my ear, tickling with the tip of her tongue. “Having regrets about last night?”

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“Reflecting on it, yes. Regretting? No.” After a second, I added, “Awed might be a better word. Amazed that everything that happened last night seems so natural, so normal.”

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“Good. That relieves my mind.”

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What? Before I could ask the question, raindrops the size of marbles pelted us, and we rushed for shelter.

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Back in the car, Lauren started the engine and adjusted the temperature while rain pattered down on the canvas roof.

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I turned sideways in the seat. “Okay, don’t leave me hanging. Why are you relieved that I'm okay about last night?”

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“Well… It was an impression left over from when I sprung Natalie and Dana on you. I thought I’d read you wrong, that I’d pushed you into sex with women against your will.”

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“Not at all. I’ve fantasized about it for years. I just never had the nerve to make the move.” By encouraging my desires, mostly even before I was aware of them, Lauren had torn down all my inhibitions. “I should thank you for breaking the spell. It took someone like you to push me.”

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She looked at me. “You mean you think it took a bonafide lesbian to convince you to try sex with a woman?” She stroked my knee. “Would it surprise you if I said I go both ways?”

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“Um... a little, maybe.”

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“Come on, Susan, admit it. You thought I was strictly a pussy muncher.”

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“Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess that was my impression.”

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She laid her hand on my knee and inched under the hem of my shorts. “I have to admit, given a choice, I’ll take pussy over cock, but on occasion, I’ve enjoyed diddling with a dick.”

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Her fingers traveled slowly along my inner thigh. It was as though my naked crotch were a magnet, drawing her hand closer. The nearer she came, the stronger the pull. My juices had already begun flowing by the time she touched my bare pussy.

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She grinned and raked her fingers through my folds. “Mmm. You little devil you.” With her other hand, she tented the loose fabric and peeked underneath. “Oh, so fucking sexy. Damn! That’s the trouble with this little car—not enough room. If it weren’t raining, I’d drag you behind those bushes and have my way with you.”

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Our eyes met for an instant. Lauren gave me a sultry look, and for a moment, I thought she’d actually do it. Would she use her fingers or her tongue? Or– Oh my God! Had she packed last night’s double-ended dildo?

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To my disappointment, Lauren withdrew her hand, sniffed her fingers, and drove back to the highway. Turning east toward Portland, she fell in behind a line of cars on the two-lane road. “Sorry, but I have to cancel our weekend. Something came up at the office, but we’ll do it again soon, I promise.”

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