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sat down at her piano bar.
It was a slow weekday night; a few couples at tables, some business men at the bar, and nobody at the piano bar until we showed up and parked our asses on the stools.
"Yes it is, and you love it when were here and you know it," Ali said, all of us laughing.
Since we had met Di at that art show and shared some weed together, Ali and I had been coming to hear her at least once a week, sometimes twice and always during the weeknights, when it was slower, giving the three of us a chance to talk a bit more.
"Anything special youd like to hear, ladies?" Di asked of us as she tinkled the keys in a bluesy style that could lead into almost any song.
"My Funny Valentine," Ali said, "I love the way you do that."
Leading into it from the funky riff she had been playing, her sultry voice took us for a wonderful ride.
Besides her gorgeous looks, this woman can flat-out sing; why she wasnt a major star was mind-boggling to Ali and me both.
We had become friendly, then friends with Di; she was comfortable with us being a couple, and we were comfortable with her as a good soul. She would talk frankly with us, asking us intimate questions about our relationship, and we would answer her, honestly.
It was our honesty that made her even more comfortable with us.
She was aware that Ali and I thought her to be sexy and desirable; we had told her so one night when she joined us at the Quarters apartment to smoke some weed. She accepted the fact that we lusted for her with grace, I must say.
If it made her uncomfortable, it wasnt enough for her not to continue to be friends with us, continue to hang with us or go to dinner with us. For our part, we didnt really pursue trying to get into Dis panties, neither of us wanting to risk the friendship we had developed.
This particular evening, I sensed something was different, not being quite sure what it was. Di was to solve that mystery for me, later that evening, after she played last
call.
"So, what are you two going to do now?" Di asked, smiling as she put her sheet music into a large leather pouch.
"Hadnt really thought about it, but were open for suggestions," Ali offered
"Want to go to your place in the Quarters and share some of my weed for a change," Di asked, eyebrows raised for an answer.
"Dont have to twist our arms," I joked.
"I sure hope I dont," Di answered, somewhat mysteriously.
The mystery was solved at our apartment.
Her weed was excellent, as it turned out, getting us into a mellow zone very quickly. She was also quite a bit more touchy with us, to us, tonight; her hand on top of one of ours when making a point, her hand on a thigh when laughing, letting it linger just a
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bit longer than would be comfortable for the straights of the world.
Finally, after finishing the second doobie, after the three of us were stoned out of our gourds, Di cleared the mystery up for us, for me anyway.
"Man, I know Im going to fuck this up," Di began, "but yall try to hang with me as I try to say what Im trying to say," laughing at her stoned mis-speaks.
"Okay, Ive got it now," she said, a serious look now on her face, her very beautiful face.
Ali and I sat back against the arms of the sofa, looking at Di, who was between us.
"You know, since weve met and become friends, weve joked around a lot about you guys being gay. But always in good fun, right?"
Ali and I nodded in agreement, neither of us sure where this was going.
"Well, when Im around you two, its hard for me not to think about, well, wonder about, you know, what itd be like to make love to a woman. I mean how could I not wonder or think about that, right?"
Still not quite sure where this was going, we tentatively both nodded again.
Biting her lip and casting her eyes into her lap, at her folded hands, for a second, she lifted her head and spoke again.
"Look Ill come straight to the point; do you guys know a Black lesbian that would want to spend some time with me, to satisfy my curiosity about girl-love?"
We sat in a stunned silence for a few seconds, processing what Di had just said before Ali broke the silence.
"Why a Black lesbian?" Ali asked her quickly, "What are we, white trash?"
"Hell no, Ali, I just assumed that you guys werent interested; I kept waiting for one of you to make a move on me but yall never did."
"We didnt because we didnt want to run you off or scare you," I contributed to the conversation, "but trust me, you have been the subject of many a fantasy, sweetie," moving closer to her, reaching for her with my lips.
She didnt hesitate; she didnt flinch when my lips met hers, or when my tongue slowly slipped into her mouth, and when my hand found her breast and started to fondle it, she sighed a contented moan into my mouth as our kiss became even more heated.
She fell into the back of the couch, her arm around me, locking us in our kiss while my hand continued to feel her, fondle her with lust.
Reaching her other arm out towards Ali, she pulled Ali into our embrace.
Pulling Dis mouth from mine with her hand, Ali leaned into her and took up where I left off, her tongue now probing Dis wet and warm mouth. I pulled Dis strap down and off of her arm, which allowed her dress to expose her large, gorgeous breast.
The sight of her mocha-colored breast, with its darker areola and nipple, enflamed me into a lustful maniac who had to have that into my
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