| Dirty Old Dykes, Part 1 I hope you enjoy my story and send me your views on my story.... CHAPTER: The Dyke Pad Anne was a stocky, flat chested, stereotypical bull dyke, standing 5'5 inches tall off the ground, well unless she had her biker boots on. At the ripe old age of 51, her tight curled hair was almost entirely grey with the odd jet-black patch still remaining. Her broad nose, boring grey eyes, rough skin and chubby face were everything a bull dyke should be in her mind. She wore a striped T-shirt, scruffy jeans and a leather jacket which was quite tight across her broad frame. As she groomed her scruffy unmanageable hair her long-time lover, Jen, entered the room with her usual grinning charm. Jen was the fem I guess though she was no spring chicken herself at 44. She had been a looker in her younger days and was still a good catch for most women. Taller and bustier then her lover, Jen stood 5'8 inches tall but was relatively slim, one of the benefits of never having children. Her hair was in a dyed red bob, just past the ears and had the odd white stripe of hair smattered here or there for effect. Her pretty blazing green eyes went perfectly with her flame coloured hair and set off her wonderfully chiselled face. She wore a knee-length black dress and three-quarter-length boots, black of course. "Dammit woman, we're only going to mind the kids," Anne chuckled at Jen's over the top presentation. "Yes dear but somebody has to mind me and you're on first watch," Jen beamed at the mildly flirtatious drivel she often came out with, "Besides Carla's kids know we are dykes, hell Carla is practically a dyke herself." Anne scowled at Jen's naive ramblings, "Most children don't know of their parents sexual deviances, nor do they want to know, nor in fact should they, what is more young woman!" Anne chuckled and playfully tapped Jen on the ass and motioned to the front door. CHAPTER: Babe Sitting Carla was a friend of the couple, she was a 36-year-old single mother of 3 kids, one daughter Kate aged twelve but pushing 13 and two sons Jacob aged 9 and Matthew aged 7. The father figure was long gone and showed no sign of coming back. Carla had dabbled with women behind his back because he was abusive and he had found out and left. That was five years ago and she had finally got back around to dating men again. This was one of those nights and Jen and Anne were on babysitting duties. Carla thanked the maidens, told the kids to behave and was off into the night. Kate was a stunner: long jet black hair, violet eyes, high cheekbones that showed her promise. Her hips were just beginning to show a little and she had long legs to boot. She looked like a young Anne Hathaway, with darker hair and different colour eyes. The boys, being younger and rowdier, quickly wore themselves out and were marched grogily to bed and were asleep faster then that. Kate on the other hand had sat quietly reading a girls' magazine all night and now came into the living room where the two women sat on the couch. They sat watching TV and Jen grinned at the girl and motioned for her to join them. Some soap was on and they watched it to completion and then Anne switched the TV off, it was 8:30 exactly. "Aaaaanne?" Katie over emphasied her name as if nervous of asking the question. "Yes lass what is it chick?" Anne replied in her typically blunt northern-english manner. Katie squirmed for a moment partly wishing she'd never asked and then spoke again, "Well you know sex and all that? You know. Well, I read about positions in girls' magazines." Anne blushed and looked nervously at Jen who was of course beaming at the wonderfully awkward moment that only parents have to encounter normally. "You mean in older girls' magazines you've been reading? What about them girl?" A very cross looking frown appeared on Kate's face. "I am old enough to read those magazines; my mother lets me and I am an adult!—sort of," she said, her rant sputtering to an end. End of first part, I just wanted to set the scene or the whole thing would be too long. |