It was as if suddenly I had become part of a new exciting world after my night with Angie. I was on a high and loved the feeling. I couldn't wait to see Angie again and tell her all my news - especially my little incident with Jean at the party.

There had been a lull in the music. Jean had asked me to go to the ladies with her. As I stood in front of the mirror doing my hair and make-up, I sensed Jean's eyes lock on to my breasts, my erect nipples clearly visible under the lights. She had always considered me a bit prim and proper but I realised that she was getting turned on - by me! Perhaps she liked my daring side... Nothing more had happened but the mood between us had changed from that night.

When Angie did not confirm her hair appointment with me the next week, I began to wonder if she was avoiding me but brushed the thought aside. After the second week went by without any contact, my high, quickly turned to low.

Week three, relief! Angie confirmed her appointment for early in the week. She came, on time as usual, sporting a fantastic tan. "You lucky girl, you look fantastic" I said.
"I have you to thank really. Ater we made love, I felt as if a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Since my husband died I've been a bit down". "Angie, I'm sorry I never knew".
"Don't feel bad - it's all over now. But you brought me out of it so I decided there and then to take a quick holiday to celebrate." She paused, a smile flitting across her lips as if at some memory. "Anyway, how have you been? How was the party? Did my dress help you get any...fun?". I told her the story about Jean and she was amused, convinced that she had been checking me out. Angie knew how to make me feel good. As we finished the session, I handed her the dress, cleaned and ironed and started to say goodbye but she stopped me. "Kate. Can you do me a favour?". "Go on", I said. "Well, a financial adviser at the bank, who has been really helpful since my husband died, has been waiting patiently for me to make up my mind to go out with him. I don't really feel ready for a date on my own. Would you come with me so we could make it a foursome?"
"No problem - except I don't have a man". "That's OK. Tom said he would get his friend to come if I could find a girl. His mate Dave's single and sounds lovely". It was only a question then of arranging the day. The date was arranged for Friday. It meant I'd have to come straight from work but I could get dressed there and she agreed they'd pick me up. "And wear that dress..." she said as she left.
Friday night soon came and I got dressed, nervously anticipating the evening ahead. Jean came in to see me and couldn't take her eyes off me wearing that dress. I draped my scarf over my shoulders and breasts but she made me spin in front of the mirror to check everything was in order. There now was no doubt in my mind that Jean fancied me but the bell rang and I had to run.

My date, Dave, was lovely and my heart rose as I could feel we were going to have a great night. We danced in a group and as couples. At one point, the two boys were talking and Angie asked me to go to the ladies with her. She said Tom would have to leave a bit early because of a meeting the next morning. She was going to suggest a nightcap at her place and after Tom left, she'd leave Dave and I to our own devices, if that suited me. I smiled my agreement. When we got back to Angie's it was clear that Tom was uneasy and he quickly finished his drink. Angie saw him out then went to her room and we were finally alone. Dave asked me to join him on the couch and kissed me, lightly at first, but when he found me responding his kissing became more urgent. His tongue was darting in and out of my mouth, teasing and I could feel his teeth gripping my tongue lightly when I responded. This was my first passionate kiss from a man and I loved the taste of his maleness, thinking "Different to Angie, but nice". Gradually his kisses become more insistent and his hands started to touch my nipples through my dress. I groaned in pleasure. He became a bit bolder then, trying to unzip my dress, and eventually I helped him. My dress fell to my waist and the sight and feel of my bare breasts and erect nipples was really turning him on. He was squeezing my nipples a little too hard and I had to restrain him gently. He was a quick learner and began to touch them more gently making me wet and desperate for more. Before long, he moved on to touch my panties, saturated now with my juices. His fingers eagerly explored my intimate folds. Then he brought his fingers to his lips to taste me. He was really aroused and I let my dress slip off on the ground. At this point it crossed mind that tonight I was going to lose my virginity and worried a bit about bleeding. I decided not to tell Dave in case it turned him off. There was a cover on the chair and I discretely laid it on the mat on the floor. Dave stood up. I unzipped his fly and he helped me to ease out his cock. It looked huge and glistened in the low light. I had never seen a erect cock in the flesh before. I loved the touch and hot feel of it and eagerly played with it. After a while he pushed my hand away. I think he was afraid he would come too quickly. He quickly stripped off his trousers and underwear then kicked off his shoes, clearly too desperate to fully undress. He reached for my panties and eased them off me. I think my shaved clitoris was the last straw. He moaned deeply and pushed me gently to the floor. He entered me then, gently, very gently but as I started to move, he couldn't hold back and started to thrust hard. There was no pain for me - maybe the wine at dinner had helped - but I was conscious of a fullness inside me. He didn't last long so I asked him to touch me more when he finished, but he didn't seem interested. We kissed gently for a while and then he whispered "Will I see you again?". "Phone me" I replied. I knew he wanted to go. I slipped on my dress while he got ready and then, with a soft kiss, let him out.

Angie's bedroom door was ajar and her night light was on. She heard me and called me to come in. "Sooo - what happened. Did you have fun?" I nodded happily and added "It didn't hurt and he was a gentle lover". "Give me the gory details" she demanded and I realised she was caressing herself under the covers. Confidently I asked, "Angie can I come into bed with you". "I thought you'd never ask..."

I slipped out of the dress and, as I hadn't bothered to put on my underwear after making love with Dave, my naked body slipped in beside hers. Her clitoris was already swollen from her own activities. We rubbed the lengths of our bodies full frontal against each other as we kissed. "I want to taste the man off you" she said, then licked my shaved clitoris before coming back to kiss my lips. Then I straddled her so that she could run her tongue up and down my clit while I eased her open and probed for her hole with my tongue and fingers. Both of us were patient, coming to a plateau, then drawing back until we were ready to come together. It was a great rush of all consuming feelings, coupled with love for this woman who had become such a part of my life. I drifted off to sleep happy and fulfilled.