New experiences.

Carrie leaned up against the wall, shocked about what just happened. “What has gotten into me?” She wondered to herself. First not wearing a bra, then being transfixed on women kissing, to suddenly having sexual thoughts about her own daughter. She glanced down at her chest, seeing her nipples pushing the fabric of her tank top very prominently.

She pushed herself off the wall, heading for the stairs. More images and urges began to go through her. Her cheeks flushed as she imagined being in bed with her daughters, doing all sorts of unmentionable things with them.

Carrie stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking up to the upstairs hallway. She pondered in her head about what she should do. One part was urging her to go, another was screaming at her not too. It didn’t take long for Carrie to decide.

“Girls, I’m going out. I have my cell phone if you need me.” She called out, quickly turning for the front door. “Ok mom.” Her two daughters shouted back. Carrie quickly grabbed her purse and keys, throwing on a pair of flips flops. As soon as she stepped out the front door, she let out a sigh of relief.

She walked over to her car, quickly getting in and turning the key. She didn’t know where she was going, but felt she had to get away to clear her head. Carrie pulled out the driveway, then drove down the street.

Carrie eventually lost all track of time during her drive. Images of women ran through her head, making her feel warm. Eventually, she pulled into a parking lot, giving herself time to rest. She looked at the clock on her radio, and saw she had been driving for over a hour and a half.

It was now almost 2, and she realized she hadn’t eaten yet. She glanced up to see if there was any restaurant in view. Almost everything looked like little shopping store, except for what looked like a bar called Sandra’s Pub. Knowing that would be better then nothing, Carrie stepped out of the car, walked over.

As she stepped in, the usual smell of **** filled her nose. But that wasn’t the first thing she noticed. All the people in the bar appeared to be women. Carrie momentarily frozen at the sight in front of her. Her heart rate doubled, as she slowly walked further into the bar. She looked left and right, taking in all the different women. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Carrie quickly moved to the back corner, finding a tiny little private booth that was mostly out of the way.

She set her purse down, and sat down on the smooth leather seat. She looked down at the table, but would occasionally look up, drinking in the appearance of some of the women, imagining what they’d be like in bed. “I’m not a lesbian.” Carrie whispered to herself. “I have a great husband. Why in the world would I want to go for women.”

She sat alone, thinking to herself for several minutes, trying to make sense of what was going on in her head. “You look rather lonely. Can I join you?” Carrie looked up to the source of the voice. Her heart almost leaped out of her chest when she did. This women looked to be in her mid twenties. She wore a back t shirt with a open v neck that exposed the cleavage of her what looked like DD’s. She wore skinny jeans, and her hair was tied back into a pony tail, with a few free stands going down infront of her face. Her smile seemed somewhat innocent, with a hint of naughtiness behind it

“Um, sure.” Was all Carrie managed to say. But instead of taking the seat directly across from her, the women sat next to her. “So, you new here.” The women asked, smiling at Carrie. “I guess you could say that.” Carrie replied, unsure of what to do

The women giggled. “I could tell. I watched you come in. You seem so nervous. My name is Amanda. Most people just call me Mandi.” “Carrie.” She replied, as she reached out and shook the women’s hand.

“So since you’re new, I take it you recently found out you’re a lesbian.” Mandi said, giving a smirk that made Carrie blush. “I’m not.” Carrie quickly said. “Your not?” “Well, yes, no. I don’t know, it’s complicated.”

Mandi just laughed. “Sounds like someone still trying to find themselves.” She then leaned close to Carrie’s ear, her warm breath making her tingle. “I can help you.” She whispered. Before Carrie could say anything, she felt the front waist band of her yoga pants get pulled open, as Mandi reached her hand in, her fingers gently grazing her lips, then slid one of her fingers inside. Carrie let out a brief grunt, before it turned into a long pleasurable sigh. “You like that, don’t you?” Mandi whisper. Carrie only nodded, as she allowed herself to get lost in the bliss she was feeling. She had been fingered before, but this was something else. Mandi twirled her finger inside Carrie, the sound of her wetness almost becoming audible.

A idea then crossed Carrie’s mind. She tried to fight it off, but she knew that whatever was happening, she couldn’t hold it back anymore. She turned, and looked towards Mandi. She leaned closer, and quietly whispered. “You know, I haven’t had lunch yet.” She said, giving Mandi a wink. “Someone’s getting into the spirit.” Mandi giggled, as she removed her hand from Carrie’s pants, causing her to ach, missing the feeling of Mandi’s fingers. “Come with me.” Said Mandi, as she took Carrie’s hand, and lead her to the back door. Carrie egarly followed.

As soon as they went through the door, Carrie found herself in a tiny hallway with a stairs leading up to the second story. Mandi pulled Carrie along, leading her up the flight of stairs, to a single door. Mandi reached into her jean pocket, and pulled out a single key that unlocked the door. As they stepped in, Carrie saw a well furnished apartment, that seemed to take up the entire floor of the building.

“The owner of the bar is a friend of mine.” Said Mandi as she shut the door. “She gave me this place to stay. Makes it handy if I meet anyone at the bar.” She said with a giggle. Carrie found herself giggling as well. She glanced around the apartment, taking in the sights. Just then, she felt a set of hands snake around her waist, that reached underneath her tank top, then aimed upward towards her boobs. Carrie signed, as Mandi’s hands griped her boobs, squeezing them tightly, as the fingers played with her erect nipples. “I can see someone is already excited.” Mandi laughed, as she continued playing with Carrie’s bust.