Dedicated to Nippy

1986 - touch (me) down (there)

1986

With a slight stagger, Whitney pushed open the door to her apartment, her heels dangling from one hand, Janet close behind her. Their laughter echoed through the hallway, a testament to the few drinks they had enjoyed at the club. They had been careful, ensuring their fun stayed just this side of tipsy, maintaining a semblance of control in public. Janet, ever the responsible one, double-checked the lock on the door before letting herself fall onto the plush couch with a contented sigh.

"Tonight... was... incredible!" Whitney exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she joined Janet on the couch. She kicked her heels away, leaning back into the cushions with a wide grin.

Janet chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?"

"I've never seen so many lesbians in one place before," Whitney marveled, her hands gesturing animatedly. "Black, white, Asian... it was like this whole world opened up, and I realized we're all connected, you know? It was just... mind-blowing."

Janet smiled softly, tucking a stray curl behind Whitney's ear. "I knew you'd love it. When you told me your story, I could only think that you needed to experience community. You needed to see that you're not alone."

Whitney looked at Janet, her eyes welling up with gratitude. "Thank you so much for this. I needed it more than you know."

"Of course," Janet replied, gently squeezing Whitney's hand.

Whitney asked, curious, "But how did you even find that place? I mean, it's not like they advertise it on billboards."

Janet shrugged nonchalantly, "A phone book. You gotta know what you're looking for in those ads, but I did my research. Plus, I have a lesbian background dancer. She clued me in."

Whitney laughed, her head falling back against the couch. "Bless her. I'm so glad for that experience. I wanna go back a million times."

Janet's expression turned playful yet possessive. "Yeah, you better be with me every time, too. I saw the way some of those girls were looking at you. Like they wanted to devour you whole."

Whitney rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips. "Girl, they were looking at us because we're famous."

"Bullshit," Janet countered, her voice firm. "Famous women who dabble in threesomes and all sorts of stuff come in there all the time. The regulars don't give a damn about us being famous. They were looking at your beautiful face, wondering who the hell you came with."

Whitney's smile turned sultry as she leaned in closer to Janet. "Mmh, and I came with my beautiful girlfriend, who has the most perfect, roundest, giggliest ass in the world."

Janet giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh, your ass is horny, and now you wanna fuck, huh?"

Whitney's voice turned into a sensual whisper as she breathed into Janet's ear, "Girl, I've been horny since you walked in the door... and I don't fuck, I wanna make love, baby girl."

She started her kisses behind Janet's ear, slowly trailing down her neck, earning soft whimpers from deep within Janet. Whitney's hands found their way to Janet's thighs, lifting the royal blue dress she wore until Janet's red lace panties were exposed, ready for the night to unfold.

Whitney's fingers found the delicate zipper at the back of Janet's dress, her heart pounding a staccato rhythm in her chest as she grasped the metal tab. She tugged gently, drawing the zipper down with agonizing slowness, the sound of its descent a hushed whisper in the charged silence of the room. Anticipation coursed through her veins like liquid fire, her eyes locked onto Janet's, ready to devour every inch of her lover's body and pleasure her in ways that would leave them both breathless.