Late Saturday morning, Jenne woke. After a moment's disorientation, she saw Angela and the evening came rushing back. What a wild night! Hell, what a wild WEEK. On Monday, she'd been shy, quiet and conservative. By Friday she was flashing a crowded nightclub, loving every minute of it. She'd experienced another woman, found she liked it, and discovered she had an enormous urge to be a total slut.
She rolled the word around in her mind. "Slut" had such bad connotations as a teenager, it was a terrible word that labeled you an outcast. Now, at 26, she found the idea to be liberating, exciting, a way to make her time more interesting.
She got out of bed, careful not to wake her new lover up. She padded barefoot to the bathroom and took a quick shower. While it would have been fun to share it with Angela, there was plenty of time for that later, and she needed to run quickly to the store. Cheryl and Mark would be here in a couple of hours, and she needed to pick up things for the promised cookout.
She quickly pulled on a new pair of gym shorts and the thin spaghetti-strapped tank top she'd worn the other day. She rolled the top of the shorts over a couple of times, exposing her pelvic bones and pulling them tightly into her ass. She pulled the stretch tank top up far enough to expose her belly ring. Tying her hair in a ponytail, she added a baseball cap and pulled on a pair of flip flops.
Angela rolled over, but continued to sleep. Jenne took a moment to admire her lover's lithe, nude body, then headed to her car. While she drove to the store, she reflected on the evening before. It was amazing how intense the feelings had been. She honestly couldn't remember as sexually charged a night with any of the various boyfriends she'd had over the years.
While Angela was undeniably sexy, and that was a large part of it, but it also came down to her new outlook. Releasing her inhibitions had helped transport her sexuality in ways she never expected. She was nearly constantly horny now, constantly thinking of sex. She was hypersensitive to her body in new ways. The vibration of driving down the road was enough to cause a minuscule sensation of pleasure. Her skin, recently waxed was sensitive to the lightest touch. Even a slight breeze made her feel sensual and sexy all over. She found she was more attuned to other people's reactions - it's not like she'd never been looked at - she'd always been pretty - but the looks of raw lust she'd seen in the last week were rare before, if non-existent. It was like a drug, and she was becoming addicted to the appreciative attentions of other people.
She entered the mostly empty grocery store and grabbed a shopping cart. As she walked down the aisles, picking up items for the afternoon cookout, she became aware of a handsome man in his mid-twenties. He was wearing a pair of long cargo shorts, a tank top that showed off his nicely muscled torso, and a pair of sandals.
She smiled at him, and made sure to pass close by him, staring the whole time. He looked back, obviously appreciating the outline of her breasts through the thin material. She quietly said "Hi," with a smile and kept walking past him. After a few steps, she turned around and caught him staring at her tight ass. She kept walking, finishing her shopping.
She didn't have to DO anything about it, but she thoroughly enjoyed the encounter. As she thought about what she could do to him she was amused. "At least I haven't turned into a raging man-hater." She truly lusted after Angela, but she couldn't see limited herself to just women.
As she was standing in the checkout line, the man pulled in his cart behind her. They smiled back at each other, and as she retrieved her credit card from the cashier, he handed her a business card. "I would love it if you would call me sometime."
"Thanks, you just never know," she said, taking the card. She put it in her purse, smiled back at him again, and left the store.
She got home, and was quietly laughing to herself as she put away the groceries, when Angela came into the kitchen wearing Jenne's nightshirt. "What's so funny?"
"I found a hot young stud at the supermarket, and nearly jumped him in the aisles," She said with a giggle.
"You should have brought him home, we could have made his year," Angela replied.
"Oh I'm not quite ready for that. I'm glad you weren't jealous about it though."
"Honey, I couldn't hold you back if I tried. Besides, I'm having a fantastic time, why ruin it?"
Jenne walked over and embraced her. "Me too," she whispered in her ear. She reached down and cupped Angela's buttock. "How could I turn THIS down?"
Angela laughed. "I should go home and get changed. I don't even have a toothbrush with me, never mind a bathing suit!"
"There's no problem, I have spares of both." She knew Angela would love the bathing suits, as she'd gone back online, and purchased several others to go with the one that changed her life. "Come on, take a shower, then we can try a few suits on."
Angela lifted the nightshirt over her head, turned towards the stairs. She glanced over her shoulder and said "Are you coming?"
