Damn! I had forgotten to get my Prozac prescription refilled and I was completely out. I wouldn’t have even noticed, but when I was digging around in my purse the bottle fell out and rolled silently across the kitchen floor. Zuzu, my cat jumped on it, and was trying to claw the cap off. My doctor had warned me not to skip doses. I looked at the clock. I had just enough time to run down to Preston Drugs on 5th Street. I didn’t usually go there, but it was the closest place. I was assuming that they stayed open at least until nine. I had ten minutes. I grabbed the empty bottle and jumped in my Honda. Luckily, there was hardly any traffic and I sailed through the stoplights at Montford and Lorna. The Preston parking lot was empty. The front door to the store was locked. Shit, I was fucked. I walked around the side of the building and noticed two cars parked in the back. Perhaps the pharmacist was still there. I knocked on the door. At first no one came, but by the end of the second round of banging a striking dark haired woman in a cotton white druggist coat walked to the door. She cracked the door.

“We’re closed,” she said.

“I’m sorry to inconvenience you, but I forgot to get my refill earlier. Do you think you could help me out?”

“What’s it for?”

“Prozac.”

“I’m not supposed to let anyone in after hours, but I guess it’s okay, just this once. Come on in,” she said.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

I walked through the door and followed her through what appeared to be a stock room. We walked out into the florescent light of the store. To my surprise, a tall young blonde woman was sitting in front of the machine where customers could check their blood pressure. She looked up and smiled at me.

“Hi, I’m Honey.”

“Hello, my name’s Paula.”

“I’m just going to go put this in the computer. Do you want a generic if we have it?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve got insurance, so whatever’s easiest,” I said.

“Okay,” she stuck out her hand, “by the way I’m Donna.”

“Don’t you mean Dr. Hess?” laughed Honey.

“Don’t mind her,” said Donna. “She’s my girlfriend and she’s gotten giddy from waiting so long on me to finish up.” She put her arm around Honey.
“Yeah, I’ve checked my blood pressure a dozen times. I’m high and low!” She feigned an attack. “I think I need some medicine Sweetheart.”

It was so refreshing to be around two lesbians who were open about their relationship and their affection for one another. They were both beautiful. Honey was more feminine looking, but Donna was exactly the kind of woman I was attracted to: beautiful but with that butch kind of energy.

“I’m sorry to hold you up. Thanks a lot for doing this,” I said.

“Hey, it’s the least I can do for family,” said Donna smiling.

“Am I that obvious?”

“No, not at all, but I’ve seen you at The Padded Cell. I even asked you to dance one time, but you turned me down,” said Donna.

“I did?” I said. “I don’t remember, but I’m surprised I said no to you.”

“Really!” Said Honey. “How could anyone say no to Grand Master Donna? I’ve never been able to.”

“Very funny,” said Donna. “Are you from Seneca Paula?”

“I’ve been here a couple of years. I moved here from Manhattan.”

“Wow,” said Honey. “What a change!”

“Yeah, but I like it, the slower pace. I’ve found it a little difficult to meet people. This is the most closeted place I’ve ever lived.”

“It is, you have to know where to go,” said Donna. “Are you pretty out?”

“I can’t imagine being in,” I said. “I’ve been out since I was sixteen.”

“Do you work at the bank?” asked Honey.

“How did you know? Do I look that corporate?”

“No, not at all. It’s just that most people who move here from big cities work at the bank. It’s weird that a little place like Seneca is such a big financial center,” said Honey.

“Well, it’s good you’re out. Seneca needs more gay people who are willing to be vocal. This place is so homophobic. ‘Course, it’s worse for the guys. Are you involved with anyone?” asked Donna, handing me a bag with my prescription.

“I dated woman a few months ago, but we didn’t have much chemistry.”
“We’re members of a private club here, called The Black Glove. It’s a big lesbian organization, though it’s intensely private,” said Honey.

“Wow, that’s wild. I used to in a club in New York called The Black Glove. That was the official name, but everyone just called it The Glove.”

“That’s the way it is here – we call ours The Glove. I wonder if it’s the same thing?” asked Donna.

“It must be,” I said. “It’s not a social club, right – mostly it’s for uh, uh – how should I say???”

“Sexual unions? Parties? Exploration?” said Donna.

“Yes, that was pretty much what the one in New York was.”

“Did the one in New York explore particular fetishes?” asked Honey.

“Well, it was mostly for lesbians who were into fisting – giving, receiving, or some like me who were just curious.”

By now we had moved our conversation and ourselves to the stock room and were sitting around a conference table in the back of the store. Donna had gotten us some Coronas from the store cooler. I think we were all beginning to get a little hot from our conversation. Honey had a thin bead of sweat on her forehead.

Honey put her hand in Donna’s. “You should check out our group, Paula. Would you like to go with us sometime?”

“Yes. That would be great. It would be nice to meet some other women.”

“Donna’s doing a seminar next week. You could come to that if you want.”

“Cool. What’s it on?”

“Fisting your lover,” said Honey squeezing Donna’s hand. “It’s her specialty,” she said smiling lovingly at her partner.

“Yeah, I’m good at teaching how to do it, even though I can’t take a fist myself. But I love to do it. And it’s Honey’s favorite way to come. What about you Paula?”

“Well --- uh, uh – I’ve never actually done it. Not really. I wanted to, but to be honest, those dykes up there were a little unnerving. There was one, I was going to do it with, but then I had to move and I never saw her again. I would guess though, based on the way I am about other things, I’m a receiver. I don’t think I could do it to anyone.”

“She’s just like me, Sweetheart,” Honey said to Donna.

“So, you’re interested in it, but you’ve never done it – right?” said Donna.

“Yeah, that’s right. I wasn’t comfortable with the group dynamic, but I was really into this woman I met one night at a Black Glove party – I think I could have opened up for her.”

“If you’d like to see a demonstration, you really are with an expert,” said Honey.

“Honey!!!” said Donna.

“Well, she’s definitely your type – long auburn hair and pale skin,” said Honey, and turning to me she went on “You’re the kind of woman, she’s always daydreaming about.”

Donna was not responding.

“Oh, come on Donna. I bet you’re oozing right now between your legs just thinking about it,” said Honey playfully putting her hand between Donna’s legs. “I definitely feel heat coming from you. Why don’t you show Paula how you do it to me and then I’ll help you do it to her. Would you like that Paula?”

This seemed to make Donna feel better. Honey straddled her and was kissing her passionately. I was so wet. I could see a spot of cunt juice coming through my gray cotton pants. Donna stood up with Honey still straddling her. She laid her on the table. I got up from my chair and stood a little bit behind Donna, partly to give them some space, but also so I could see what was going on.

“Okay Paula, the two main things you need to know about are lube and gloves – luckily we have both of them here at Preston’s. I want to bolt the doors anyway to make sure nobody can get in even if they have a key. I’ll be right back.”

She walked through the swinging doors. Honey was lying there smiling at me as if what we were doing was perfectly natural. I had a feeling that to her it was. Donna came back in with a jar of K-Y vaginal lubricant and a box of latex medical gloves.

“The best thing to do is to stimulate your partner to start getting her wet naturally,” she said unbuttoning Honey’s blouse and taking off her bra. Honey’s beautiful breasts were exposed. Her nipples were dark brown and sticking straight out. “Knowing Honey, she’s probably already excited just because you’re watching. Yep, see. That’s my girl. Look at those gorgeous breasts.”

Honey smiled at Donna.

“Would you give me a hand Paula?” asked Donna.

“Sure, what do you want to do,” I asked.

“Unzip her jeans, while I get these boots off.”

Honey was so submissive acting. She didn’t say a word.

The sensation of unzipping a woman’s Levis while her lover tugged off her boots was causing me to become incredibly excited. I could feel a warm ooze between my legs and when I realized Honey wasn’t wearing any panties, the ooze turned into a river. Donna pulled her jeans down and off and she started massaging Honey’s inner thigh.

“Spread your legs – wider,” she squeezed the tender flesh and Honey grimaced.

“Paula put your hand on her pussy. Is she wet?

“Oh God, she’s like butter,” I said.

“Good, let me see,” she said putting the palm of her hand on Honey’s cunt. “She’s wet alright. But to do this right, your lover has to be greased to the max. That’s where these come in.” She opened the latex gloves. They stuck to her hand like a second skin.

“Gloves help you slide a lot easier, but you have to keep them covered in lube.” She dipped her gloved had in the K-Y jar and squished in between her fingers. “You really can’t ever have too much. Now watch this.” She put two fingers in Honey’s pussy hole.

“Paula, rub her clit while I start opening her up.”

I wanted to put my mouth on her and taste her cunt juice. She was glistening with wetness. Her pussy was beautiful. I wanted to lick and suck her. But I did what Donna told me and restrained myself. I alternated hard and soft finger strokes to Honey’s clit. She moaned softly. Donna was fucking her slowly with three fingers now.

“When you want to fist your lover, you have to be patient and go slowly. When you get three fingers inside, you start spreading them apart a little when they are all the way in. Slowly and carefully her hole will open and accept your thrusting. After a few minutes of this, Honey will start wanting another finger and eventually she’ll start begging for my fist.”

Donna was good. I was trembling with excitement. The whole room seemed to vibrate with sexual energy. We all were feeling it. Donna noticed it the most perhaps since she was the most experienced, but also because she was the one in charge. She pulled Honey down further on the table.