From my senior year in high school through the summer before college, I waited tables at a place named Rob’s Diner. Our town wasn’t a big one, and Rob’s was busiest for breakfast and lunch, but enough people came it at night to justify keeping open until nine. So worked a lot of nights, and I worked them with just myself, a dishwasher/busser, and a short-order cook, Ben, who was Rob’s older brother. The food was basic diner, but above average and we had really good home-baked pies. The décor was mid-sixties, full lemon linoleum with pics of custom cars on the walls. That was Rob’s thing, and fit the diner’s name. That’s where I’d met Gwen, the biker who showed me that pussy was a lot tastier than cock. Gwen and her friends, Julie and Paulie, all rode with the Dispossessed, our local motorcycle club (or gang depending on who you talked to). And I’d gone down on all four along with Molly Wegeman, and I’d loved doing it. Truth is, I wasn’t looking to date boys anymore. Gwen had shown me that I’m a woman’s woman and I was starting to come to terms with lesbianism. Even if I hadn’t come out to my family just yet. It was a slow Wednesday and we were thinking of closing up early. I had one customer in the store at the time. Theresa was a tall, buxom woman with broad shoulders and hips, who either wore a business suit or leathers. Today it was a suit, which told me she had to work late. I’d heard through the grapevine she’d ridden with the Dispossessed for a while, but not anymore. That was when three Dispossessed walked in with Molly Wegeman in tow. They nodded at Theresa then took a booth at the other end of the bar from hers. Molly was on the inside next to a very big, hairy man whom I recognized as Kit Toller, the President of the Dispossessed. The men were all rough-looking, tatted, and patched in. Molly was trying to look hard, but couldn’t look me in the eye. I brought them all water on a tray as they picked through the menus stacked next to the mini juke on the wall. Regulars usually avoided them as the menu probably hadn’t been changed in my lifetime. I was wearing my waitress uniform, and it too was straight from the past. A worn pale blue button-down dress that ended just below mid-thigh, white practical shoes, and an apron with generous pockets. I smiled at my customers as I passed out their waters. “So what can I get you to drink?” I said. Molly tried to look tough but her eyes were turned away. “Whiskey,” said a tall blonde guy with a wild beard, wilder hair, and big blue eyes. He had a lot of tattoos and I’m not describing them. His friends laughed at his request.“I’m afraid we don’t serve alcohol here,” I answered in my professionally friendly waitress’s voice. “But we have the full range of Coke products from the fountain.”“Coke then,” he said. “You’re Donna Baker,” said Kit Toller. He had his hand on Molly’s hip and fingers a bit close to her mound and he grinned at me. Molly also grinned though a bit less pleased, as he was showing the power he had over her. “That’s me,” I said, trying not to be disturbed that the head of the Dispossessed knew my name. “Yeah, I’ve been hearing about you. I hear Molly ate your pussy. And you fucked her in the shower over at the gym.” He squeezed her ass. She gave me an apologetic look. “I also hear you’ve been going down on Gwen and riding Paulie,” he added. “You’ve been fucking a lot of my girls.” I froze and blondie reached over to lift up my skirt. “Nice,” he said before letting my skirt drop. I was too scared to slap him away.He smiled. “I know you’re scared but I don’t care who my girls fuck around with. But if you’re going to be with them, maybe you ought to drop by the clubhouse so the rest of us can get to know you.” Blondie leered at me. Kit didn’t but then he didn’t have to. They wanted to make me one of their mamas. I’d heard a few rumors about the ‘initiation’ and I wasn’t at all into that. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said stepping away from blondie. And when I turned around Theresa was standing behind me. She was much taller than I was and strongly built, and if Anadolu Yakası Escort she was in a grey business suit today that didn’t mean she wasn’t formidable. For the first time, I really noticed the pistol she carried under her arm. “Hi Kit,” she said, eyes carefully making eye contact with each of them. “Charlie. Brad. And what’s your name?”“Molly,” my former tryst replied. “Molly.” She nodded at the girl.Kit stayed completely calm. “Good to see you again, Theresa. You ought to come by the clubhouse again. We’ve missed you. I was just inviting Donna here to visit, now that she’s a woman.”“I can see that on both counts,” she said, and she flashed a badge. A Federal Marshal’s badge. “I also saw Charlie here commit a sexual assault on Donna.” Blondie sucked it up and his hands went tight to his person.“You ain’t going to fuck with us over that, are you?” Kit said softly, but with narrowing eyes. He looked pretty scary too.Theresa didn’t budge. “No, I’m not,” but not like Kit’s menace worried her a bit. The room got calmer. “In fact, I have no plans to pay you any professional attention at all. Unless you force me to take notice.” “Duly noted,” said Kit. “I doubt we’ll give you any trouble.”“Especially since you own the sheriff. Out of sight and out of mind— that’s how it works, eh? But Charlie, you do need to keep your hands off the waitstaff. Especially when you have pretty Molly there, who’s doubtless willing to entertain you.”Kit Toller wasn’t known for backing down. “Maybe Donna would like to come around.”Theresa kind of leaned into Kit. It was pretty clear this woman didn’t intimidate. “If she does, that’s her choice. But if she doesn’t, and you don’t live with that, I will be forced to pay you some attention.” Kit Toller smiled even though his eyes were not smiling. “I’ll keep that in mind, Theresa. Sure you won’t come around? We had some good times back in the day.”“Yes we did,” she admitted. “And some not-so-good times. My life has changed and hanging with you would constitute a conflict of interest, and those I studiously avoid. I’m with Cropduster Cindy now, and very happy.”“Cindy? You mean the tall lean blonde who flies that biplane?”“The same. She took me flying and that was all it took.”“Well, good for you both,” Kit Toller’s eyes relaxed. “But the offer is open should you ever change your mind. You can even bring Cindy.”“I appreciate that, Kit,” Theresa said, smiled at them all, then spun on her heels and went back to her supper. They all ordered coffee and pie a la mode, which I was happy to provide. And they pretty much left me alone and they left an adequate tip. I left Buddy to bus the table and went over to thank Theresa and bring her pie, on me. “Think nothing of it,” she said, reaching for the slice of blueberry. “You’ll be fine. What was that about?””Do you know Gwen Eiffel?””Better than you think, I know her and her friends.”“What’s going on is Gwen and Paulie taught me what my body was really about one night. The next day, feeling all flush, I ran into Molly in the gym shower. And I fucked her there.”She grinned at me and gave a low whistle. “Girl with a new toy, eh? I remember those days myself. When I first found out who I really was, I couldn’t get enough. Still, can’t really.”“How does Cropduster Cindy feel about that?” I asked. “She likes it just fine, so long as I share with her. We share everything.” Theresa winked at me, and I got the idea that I might be under consideration for indoor sports. Well, as Theresa had said, I was a girl with a new toy and I wanted to take it out and find out what I could do. So I smiled back. “You think that girl there told them?”“I think so,” I said. “Molly there likes to play tough but she’s a pussycat deep down. And not that bright. I figure she shot her mouth off and that brought me to their attention.”“Makes sense,” she said. “I know it wasn’t Gwen, Paulie, or Julie. We’ve had them out to the farm a few times for a midnight swim.”“You have a pool?” I asked. I loved to swim, and was tired of the crowded gym pool.“We sure Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan do. You working this weekend?”“Saturday.” She handed me a card after writing her address on it. “Come on out after work on Saturday. Bathing suit optional. We can swim and take it from there.”“Okay,” I said, deciding that maybe I wouldn’t invite Molly back out by the lake again. Theresa was fascinating. She had big brown eyes and her demeanor was nothing but confident. I’d seen Cindy around a few times too, a lean blonde with short hair and a pretty smile. And as Theresa said, I was a girl with a new toy. I wanted to exercise it before I got to college and settled down. I bussed her table myself. She’d left a good tip, which I put in the tip jar and then started to clean up. No point in staying on as it was 8:30 and the joint was empty. I figured I’d go home and play Fortnight. My brother had the car that night, but I was thinking. * * *Saturday night came and I was abuzz. I wore my waitress uniform and packed a bikini in my large purse, but mostly I wore my best, raciest bikini underwear. It wasn’t that racy, to be honest—Mom was still poking through my drawers and doing some laundry—but it was pale blue, lacy and I felt sexy wearing it. Being Saturday, Rob’s was pretty busy until about half-past eight and then it emptied out in a hurry. I’d mapped Theresa’s ‘farm’ on my phone, so I got on my bicycle and started to ride. About forty minutes later, I was there. There was no mistaking it. The property had been in Cropduster Cindy’s family for years. Her Dad had been a pilot too, and it had a grass runway, the hanger, and her biplane sitting outside, silhouetted in the moonlight. From the road, I could see the moonlight shining off their pool and a low ranch house with a couple of cars out front. And a couple Harleys too. I climbed on my bike, and a bundle of nerves rode down the driveway. I could hear the Indigo Girls playing on a speaker outside and heard voices and splashing from the pool. I was nervous and came up to the gate. And there I saw them. Naked. Cindy was laying out on a chaise lounge with a plastic tumbler in her left hand and likely filled with something I wasn’t technically old enough to drink. Her body was taut, her face pretty and feminine, hair almost military short yet blonde, with her lean muscle clearly visible. Theresa was floating in the pool on an orange inflatable raft, head down, her round bottom up. No sign of tan lines She turned her eyes and caught my eye. “Hey, Donna. Cindy, look who came to visit us.”“Hi,” I said, shyly waiving and trying not to stare. Cindy wasn’t shy at all. She stood up and walked right to the gate to let me in. “Pleased to finally meet you. Gwen speaks highly of you. Theresa told me about the other night at Rob’s.” She stuck out her hand and I shook it. Her eyes were big and blue even in the limited light. Theresa flipped off her air mattress and swam to the edge of the pool. She pushed herself out of the water and I found my eyes fascinated as her breasts shook and the water poured down over her smooth skin as she pulled up and out of the water. She grabbed a towel to dry herself a bit as she came over to shake my hand. I found I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Suddenly I understood how guys felt about breasts as I got myself under control. “I guess I’m overdressed,” I said, looking around. “Did you bring a suit?” Cindy said as she headed indoors. “Yeah, but I would still feel overdressed.”Theresa laughed and put her arm around my shoulder. “We live far enough out we’re not worried about snoopers.” I nodded and began to unbutton my waitress’s uniform. “Only us girls here, right?”She laughed. “I have a shotgun if anyone shows up uninvited.”“Like Gwen?”“Oh no, she and the girls are always welcome. But I know my sisters’ bikes by sound. You don’t need to get undressed outdoors. Let me show you around.”I was happily in the mood for that. I saw Cindy in the kitchen making up a pitcher of something. I didn’t know what it was but I saw rum and fruit Escort Anadolu Yakası juice. The house was a modern and spacious ranch with a big skylight. The place was neat, the furniture looked comfortable and they had a bunch of Georgia O’Keefe prints on the walls. I guessed they were regulars at the Jackson City Ikea. She led me into a guest room with more Scandinavian furniture. “You can change in here. Your choice as to what. I think Cindy is making us more punch and some snacks.” She gave my bottom a little squeeze then walked out to give me privacy. I heard her and Cindy talking in the kitchen. I was nervous. I didn’t really know either of the women, but it didn’t seem much risk. They were friends of Gwen and Paulie after all. I unbuttoned my uniform, peeling it off. They had a long mirror and I looked at myself in their mirror. My makeup was good, and I studied my body in the reflection. My underwear was plain, but it fit me. I felt pretty in the mirror. My boobs didn’t seem too small or my hips too wide, I saw me. Hardly perfect, though, pubic hair out from my panties, and I was mad at myself for not trimming earlier. I reached behind my back to undo my bra. Theresa and Cindy were naked, and unashamed. I should be naked. I was a college girl. It was time to peel off my big girl panties and get on with it. So that’s exactly what I did. I felt my face blush from nerves but tried to hold my head high as I walked back into the living room. Cindy’s smile and leer made me feel attractive in a way leering men never had. “I’d whistle, but I can’t. You don’t need clothing.”“Neither do you,” I replied. Cindy was older, but in fine shape, all lean muscle. I could see the ripples on her belly, and I wondered if they had a gym out here or did she just swim the whole time she wasn’t flying. She came and handed me a tall plastic tumbler full of an orange concoction. I took a plate of nachos from her and carried it out. Theresa was already sitting at the table, the umbrella open, presumably to shield us from the moon. I set the nachos in front of Theresa while Cindy poured everyone drinks. It tasted of pineapple, oranges, something cherry, and definitely alcohol. I took a small sip. It was good! I took another and glommed a cheese-heavy nacho. “So you fly out of your house?”“I fly into the airport twice a week. I can do the basics myself, but I always have a certified aviation or avionics mechanic go over her regularly, and I land at county if anything even seems wonky. You can’t put off maintenance for anything that files. But my plane is really pretty simple and Lycoming engines are very reliable.”“Don’t start Cindy on flying,” warned Theresa. ”Once my baby gets going you can’t stop her.”“You know how to shut me up,” said Cindy, while leering at her lover with moist lips. “See,” Theresa said. “She practically forces me to sit on her.” I didn’t need to ask where. “Well, I’m not the most experienced member of the lesbian kingdom, but I have always enjoyed it when I sat on someone’s face or they sat on mine.”“You sound like a natural,” Cindy said and tapped her glass to mine. I took another drink. Yes, it was good, and strong by my standards.“Just as God made me,” I said, now grinning. The other women had no modesty and I was getting comfortable with my own nudity in the great outdoors. I felt a bit nervous as I saw headlights on the road but relaxed as they drove by. Theresa must have noticed. “You get used to the traffic. People really can’t see anything until they get close and our driveway is long enough for us to duck inside if we don’t know who is coming.”“You didn’t duck for me.”“I saw your bike chained up outside the diner. So I was expecting a girl on a bicycle. The safety light you wear goes up and down on your leg as you pedal. Since no one else might ride a bike, it had to be you. Right on time for our date, as I recall.” “Date?” I said. “Girl, we talked. We know you didn’t come here to play monopoly.” They both looked me straight in the eye. No backing down. No turning back. “No, I didn’t.” “Good girl,” Theresa said with a chuckle. “Never hold back what you really want. That’s the one thing I learned in the Dispossessed. Also, you should know why Kit was there for you. Some of his girls haven’t been coming around the clubhouse as much lately. For him, that’s a problem. Girls who put out like Molly Wegeman help attract guys.”