Fan Fiction ❯ Cindy and Joleen ❯ Chapter 5

Cindy walks into the open air café and looks around for Magritte. She quickly spots the gorgeous blonde and makes her way over to her.

Margi stands up to greet Cindy. Margi's about 5'7" with a trim and very sexy build. She has a nervous lit in her voice as she says, "Cindy, thank you for coming."

The redhead and blonde sit opposite each other, "It's the least Ah could do honey. It sounded important."

The waiter comes to take their drinks, and takes a movement to ogle the beautiful women sitting in his section. Cindy's wearing a bright red, low cut sundress while Margi has on a more conservative tank top and blue jeans combo.

After the waiter leaves, Margi looks at the table and says, "It is kinda important."

"So, what's up honey?"

Margi has a very nervous expression as she looks Cindy in the face. "You know Jeff and I are getting married in a few months right."

Cindy nods her head, allowing Margi to continue at her own pace.

Margi grabs a hold of the cloth napkin and starts twisting it subconsciously. "Well… well, it's like this, Jeff and I got to talking bout our fantasies, our sexual fantasies." She blushes before continuing, "Well, some of the things he told me were pretty kinky, but they turned me on." By now Margi's face is bright red with embarrassment.

Cindy gently prods, "What were those fantasies honey?"

Margi looks down at the table, "I… I… I can't. But, I know a bit about the relationship between you and Jo; and how kinky it gets, that's the type of fantasies Jeff told me about."

"Ah'm guessing he wants to top you?"

"What do you mean?"

"He wants to be your sexual masta correct?"

Margi swallows audibly before nodding her head.

Just then the drinks arrive, giving Margi a moment to collect herself.

After the waiter leaves, Cindy resumes, "Alright honey, now let's get down to the brass tacks. You've made your confession, now what do you need me for?"

"I… I… I need…," Margi stammers.

"Ya need my advice on how to handle the boy?"

Margi meekly nods her head.

"Alright sugah, I'll help ya out if ya want me to."

Margi looks up in surprise, "You will?"

"Yeah, Ah will, but only as far as advice goes, beyond that honey, figuring things out for yo self is part of the fun." Cindy gives the other woman a very saucy grin that earns her another blush. "First things first girl, don't even think bout doing this lessen you trust him one hundred percent; anything less you'll get hurt bad, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well.

"Secondly, before yo first session, set down with yo masta and establish the boundaries, what you will and will not do. As time goes on and the trust builds as well as him learning your real limits, these can be relaxed, but at the beginning they're critical.

"Third, and as important as the second, establish a 'safe word'."

"What's a 'safe word'?"

"It's something that you can use to stop everything if it starts to get to be too much or he goes too far."

"What do you mean?"

Cindy sighs, "You know my boss, Mr. Jacobs, the world's worst chauvinistic pig? Well, a couple of days ago he'd pushed me to ma limit and I was ready to tear him apart. Instead I called Jo and she agreed to come over and let me take out my anger on her butt rather then on his neck. Well, to make a long story short, I tore into Jo pretty hard, too damn hard as it turns out. Jo used our safe word, which is 'honor' to stop things long enough to let her catch her breath. She'da let me keep going if Ah needed to but fortunately, Ah didn't."

"What did you do?"

"To make her use the word?"

Margi nods her head.

"Ah was a little to enthusiastic in the use of the cat."

"Alright, so what makes a good safe word?"

"It should be something that won't normally come up in one of yo sessions; and as a top, Ah'd say in normal conversation."

"Why's that?"

"Well, whenever I hear someone, especially Jo, says honor, even in normal conversations, it makes me shudder and panic a little bit."

Margi stands up and Cindy follows suite. The two women embrace and Margi says, "Thanks Cin, I'll try and remember everything you told me."

"If ya need anything sugah, ya just have ta gimme a call."

Margi pays for the drinks and the two part company, each to their own lover.

***

Cindy rushes back to her apartment, grateful it's the weekend.

When she gets back to her apartment, Cindy goes straight for the phone, picks it up and dials a familiar number.

Three rings later, the lines picked up and she hears, "Hiya, this is Jo, I'm out at the moment, please leave your name and number, and I'll try to get back with ya. Later."

Cindy puts the phone back on the hook and then makes a beeline for her bedroom.

"If Jo's not around, I'll just have to take care of things myself."

The chat with Margi had gotten her really worked up.

Cindy quickly strips her clothes and retrieves the vibrator from the nightstand.

A quick flick of her thumb and Cindy hears the gentle whir as the vibrator comes to life.

Cindy takes the vibrator in her right hand and reaches it down to her dripping sex while her left hand starts to teak her nipples. She gasps as the vibrator comes into contact with her pulsing pussy.

She pinches her nipple as she slowly slides the vibrator into her slit.

Another moan escapes Cindy's lips as she feels the dildo begin to separate her folds. She starts to twist the vibrator as she continues to penetrate her sex.

Her breathing becomes ragged as the tingling in her pussy grows and she quickly approaches orgasm. Just as she approaches the precipice, Cindy reaches her hand down, and with practiced ease, she roughly flicks her clit, sending her right over the edge into paradise.

When she comes down, Cindy quickly cleans her toy off and gets dressed, just as she's slipping her panties on, she hears the front door open. "Hey Jo, I'll be out in a sec."

She quickly throws on a pair of shorts and walks out into the living room; and right into the shock of her life. Jo's standing in the entranceway with the door still open in a beautiful red dress that's been torn to hell and back, and there are several bruises starting to show on her face and other exposed skin.

Cindy sprints across the room and grabs Jo in a hug just before she collapses. She staggers under the weight but manages to carry Jo over to the couch.

As Cindy's laying Jo down, she starts to come to, "Cindy, oh God, I'm so glad I made it here."

"Jo what the fuck happened?"

"Jeff."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little tryst. Until next time.