I don’t normally go out to clubs, but I had been feeling really lonely lately. I needed to be around people. I needed to be around women. My girlfriend of three years had left me. I was devastated and heartbroken. I wanted to go out and fuck every woman I could get my hands on. I wanted to show her that I didn’t need her, show myself that I didn’t need her.
Three weeks later and there I was, dressed to kill, standing outside the seediest lesbian bar in town. Women go there for one reason only, to fuck or get fucked. I wanted to get fucked. I wanted someone to take me and fuck me. No questions, no words, just fuck.
I waited in line to get in and watched all the women that were going in and out. I was nervous as hell but I tried my best to make sure it didn’t show. I didn’t want to seem desperate, even though I was. I made eye contact with the women I found attractive. I already knew what I wanted, a hot butch dyke. A strong one, with a nice face.
When I got into the club the music was louder than I had expected, I could barely hear myself think. The woman doing coat check smiled at me and I smiled back. I felt ready. I walked right to the bar and bought a shot and chased it with a beer. I made my way around the club looking at all the women. There was just enough light to see by, and I could see that there were women everywhere. A large crowd of them were dancing on the stage. I watched them as they grinded against each other. It was sexy. I watched couples that were really going at it rubbing each other’s pussies and licking each other’s mouths. I was jealous. I was horny.
My focus was broken by a voice, someone was talking to me but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I turned around and saw a woman smiling at me. I smiled back and said, ‘sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.’
‘I said, are you enjoying yourself,’ she asked, starring right into my eyes.
I felt flushed. The sudden rush of blood made me dizzy, I stumbled a bit. She grabbed my arm to steady me.
‘Are you alright?’
‘Yea, I’m just, it’s hot in here,’ I mumbled.
‘Do you want to go outside?’
I nodded and she led me back out the door I had just come through a few minutes ago. We walked passed the line of women waiting to get inside. I kept my head down, I was embarrassed. She sat with me on the curb across the street.
‘I am not going to vomit,’ was all I could think of to say.
‘Well that’s good. Did you have too much to drink?’
My face was turned away from hers, ‘no. I just got here. I haven’t gone out in a while. I guess, I don’t know,’ I paused and then added, ‘I guess it was too much for me right now.’
She didn’t say anything so I turned to face her. She was prettier than I thought. I tried to regain my composure with the hopes of getting some of my pride back.
I planted my very best everything is okay smile on my face and said, ‘I am okay now. Thanks for your help.’
I said it in a way to let her know that she had done her good deed in helping out a fellow dyke and that she could go now.
‘No problem,’ she said still smiling, making no move to get up. She stared into my eyes again and I started to feel flushed. But before I had a chance to feel dizzy she leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft lingering kiss. It felt good. I pulled back and looked at her, she was still smiling. I leaned in to kiss her again. We stayed like that for a while, kissing and touching each other, but I wanted to take it further, I needed to.
‘Take me home,’ I whispered to her, in between kisses.
She opened the door and let me go in first. There were no lights on and it smelled nice. She came up behind me and I felt her hands slide around my waist. The unexpected touch sent an electric shock right to my pussy. I started to breath heavy. She slid her hands over my breasts and then back down to my waist. I took her hand and guided it over my crotch. She moaned in my ear. I turned around and kissed her hard, pushing my body into hers. Her hands found my ass and she squeezed it hard.
‘Take me to bed,’ I moaned.
She led me to her room and I followed behind her, removing my clothes as I walked. When we were in her room she turned to face me and saw that all I had on was my lacy panties. She smiled and ran her hands all over my body. My thighs and my belly and my back and my breasts. It felt good. She pushed me against the wall and leaned her body into mine, pushing her leg into my pussy. A loud moan burst out from behind my lips as I started to slide myself up and down her leg while she kissed my neck and sucked my nipples. I was wet and I could feel it on my thighs.
‘Fuck me,’ I demanded.
She moaned at the request and slid her hands into my panties. ‘You’re so wet,’ she said and then slid her fingers into my pussy. I pushed my pussy down onto her fingers, letting her know I wanted to be fucked hard. She understood and slammed her fingers into my pussy, hard and slow. I moaned each time she pushed into me. I grabbed onto her neck and kissed her hard while she fucked me. I leaned back to show her how I played with my nipples and she fucked me faster. My pussy started to feel really good, I knew I was going to cum soon. I moaned louder and moved my hips faster. She held my leg up and just before I came she pumped her fingers into my pussy fast and hard. I grabbed onto the back of her head and pulled her hair. I felt a rush building inside of me and as I came I squirted all over her hand.
She held me there afterwards, against the wall. Both of us still breathing fast.
‘I needed that,’ was all I could think of to say.
Lacy is a 25 year old masters student living in Montreal. You may find more from her here: http://www.ladala.blogspot.com/