Day Three Part 3.

Jenny sat in her car and cried. She had driven to a nearby convenience store parking lot to be away from Jay. She wasn't going to give that piece of shit the satisfaction of seeing her break down.

How could she not have seen it? She was out of town all the time, and like a complete fucking idiot she hadn't even considered that he was cheating on her. He'd claim that this was the first time, but now that the dam had broken she could see the patterns. She'd go out of town for a few days and when she got back he'd act sullen and guilty. God, she was such a moron!

Gathering herself up, she realized she didn't have the luxury of wallowing in self-pity. Whatever fucking slut he'd invited into their bed had obviously done something to him, and he'd passed it on to her. She looked in the rearview mirror at her bloodshot eyes. They already looked a little greener than before. She looked down at her hand and realized the small scar she'd gotten falling off her bike in 3rd grade was gone. In frustration she screamed and punched the steering wheel.

She couldn't handled this. She drove straight to her favorite dive bar and set about getting drunk. She just needed to forget about Jay and his weird fucking slut and all these weird things that were happening.

Several hours later Jenny was arguing with the bartender, who was being a real dick and calling her drunk. It had gotten later and she was getting sleepy anyway. She knew she was in no state to drive and she never wanted to see that motherfucker Jay again, so she texted her friend Claire. Luckily, Claire was free, so she came right over to pick her up.

She was laying with her head on the bar when Claire tapped her shoulder. She groggily pulled her head up. "What... Claire. Hey." The bartender said something she didn't catch and she whirled around to glare at him. "What the fuck did you just say? Say it to my face you fucking pussy." Claire had an arm around her and was asking if she could stand. She laughed. "Been doing it my whole life." She let out a loud belch and tried to hop off the barstool with limited success.

She was in Claire's car all of the sudden, and Claire was asking her these annoying questions. "Don't take me home. That piece of shit cheated on me. He went and fucked some slut from the club."

"It's ok, sweetie. Let's just go back to my place. You can stay on my couch and rest up."

"He's different, Claire. He's fucking changing and he's changing me too." Jenny drunkenly burbled and belched again. Claire rolled down the window. "If you need to throw up, just do it outside."

She didn't need to but it was so sweet of Claire to think of her. "You know, Claire, you're a really good friend. You're my best friend. I fucking love you, Claire."

Before she knew it, Claire was helping her up the steps of her front porch. They sat on the couch and Claire pulled out her phone. "I'm ordering burgers. You need to get some food in you or your hangover tomorrow may kill you."

She laughed. "Hangover? I'm hardly even drunk!" She tried to swat playfully at Claire but ended up running her hand across the other woman's face. Suddenly an idea formed in her head. "Hey Claire?"

Claire looked up from her phone. "Yeah?"

She grinned impishly. "We should fuck."

Claire rolled her eyes. "You're straight, honey. And I don't fuck drunks." She tapped on her phone a few more times. "There. The burgers will be here in about twenty minutes. Let's get you some coffee."

Jenny didn't know what had come over her, but now all she wanted was Claire. She grabbed Claire's hand as she got up to make the coffee and pulled her back down onto the couch. "I don't need coffee." She put Claire's hand on her right tit. "I need you."

Claire paused for a moment. That gave her an opening. "Hey babe, I know you've wanted this since college. I know you always wanted it but I was too fucking straight to do anything. Now I'm not. Jay fucking changed me and now I wanna eat your pussy so bad. Come here." She clumsily climbed on top of Claire.

"Whoa, hey, you're drunk. We shouldn't-" Claire's sentence was interrupted as Jenny put her hand over her mouth. "No more fucking talking. Let's see that cooch." She started to try to unbuckle Claire's pants without much luck. Instead, she slid up Claire's body and kissed her.

Claire's shock turned to arousal as Jenny's tongue rudely **** its way into her mouth. Jenny put her arms around the other woman's torso and squeezer almost painfully tight. She broke the kiss and looked in Claire's eyes. Claire's questioning gaze met her animalistic lust. "Let's fuck right fucking now."

To her delight, Claire reached down and started unzipping her pants. "Are you sure you want this?" the sober woman asked. In response, Jenny squeezed her tit and kissed her neck. Claire sucked in a quick gasp of air as Jenny started to pull her shirt off. Claire quickly moved to help her, both women removing their tops. Jenny began to kiss Claire around the clavicles and move downward. She sloppily buried her head between her sizable tits, making aroused grunts the whole time.

Claire, having made up her mind, decided to go for broke. She grabbed Jenny's head and shoved it down. Jenny grunted with surprise, then she felt the woman's tongue reach out and touch her. A crimson flush came to her cheeks and she cried out as Jenny's tongue began to expertly find its way around her anatomy.

Jenny, face deep in pussy, was just sober enough to reflect. Why was she doing this? To get back at Jay, of course. That bastard betrayed her and just the thought of it was enough to make her shove her tongue deep into Claire's opening, eliciting a yelp of pleasure.

Still, though, she could have picked up a guy. Why go lesbian? She had never had any interest in women. A few makeout sessions in college ended awkwardly as she found even kissing a woman did nothing for her. But here she was with her face in Claire's pussy, and she was... enjoying it? Definitely weird. She didn't care, though. She felt Claire's soft hands on her head and tasted her juice on her tongue and for the first time that night, she didn't give a shit about Jay.