Come On Out!bykurious_kitten©
This is a mostly true story... god I love showing off. Names have been changed of course, just in case ;) There is more to this night, and to this story. Let me know if you're interested in hearing another chapter.
When I was really young, I was incredibly curious about my body and those of others. After rounds and rounds of "Doctor" and "Boyfriend-Girlfriend" when I was a kid, my sexual deviant behaviour mostly disappeared when I hit my awkward phase in high school. Braces, glasses, awkward, and into every sport imaginable... I wasn't exactly the top of the popular list. All of that changed when I hit university. Between the summer of grade twelve and university, I got my braces off, traded in glasses for contacts, and my tiny A breasts for a more respectable 34C cup when I jumped on the birth control bandwagon. Gotta love a late bloomer.
Luckily for me, I kept my fantastic tight 'bubble butt', my tight stomach and my love for sports. My drug of choice when it came to exercise was wrestling. Not WWE style -- although from time to time who doesn't want to smash into someone's back with your elbow. No, I was interested in the incredibly dorky, sweaty, rolling around in spandex with another girl kind of wrestling. Well... that's probably where I really started paying attention to girls, isn't it?
So, starting University in Engineering and like many teens, I just wanted to turn over a new leaf. Shake off that awkward high school girl and become the bombshell I always knew I could be.
The new me partied hardy, flirted like crazy, and started to realize.... Damn... my roommate Holly is super fucking hot.
Unlike some movies where university residence rooms are spacious with their own kitchen and living room, mine consisted of a tiny little concrete box with two beds, two desks, two dressers and two closets. This lack of personal space meant that Holly and I became very comfortable with each other. Walking around in our underwear was completely reasonable, and nude was not entirely out of the question. As we both had boyfriends who came over to stay the weekends, we became pretty familiar with each other's 'noises' shall we say.
Either way, Holly was as straight as an arrow and I hadn't decided where the hell I lay on the spectrum. That is, until one weekend just after I broke up with my boyfriend and I met the girl who would drive me crazy for the next 3 years.
"Hey Em! We're drinking tonight, come up to sixth floor and bring the tequila." Click.
I put down my cell phone and stared at my textbook. I should have known this was coming. It was a Saturday night, and all I really wanted to do was stay in and figure out where the hell the professor was coming from in the last lecture. Oh well, I suppose I have tomorrow to study.
"Holly, you wanna come out tonight? Alec just called."
"No way! I have to get these quizzes done, I left them way too late."
I smiled and nodded my head. I definitely knew how she felt, but heck... my inner wild child was rattling the cage, I had to get out and get a little crazy! I pulled on some tight jeans and a simple white t-shirt, nothing too fantastic as I was only going upstairs a couple of floors to party with the boys. Grabbing the tequila I skipped out the door in my slippers and raced up the stairs 4 floors and into my buddy Alec's room. We had a little fling going on, but it wasn't serious and certainly wasn't committed. What can I say? The guy was good in bed. Occasionally in bed we'd share stories about our conquests and laugh at the drama that other people in our residence were going through.
When I arrived he was still in his boxers, certainly not a sight I minded. Standing 6 ft. tall, Alec was pretty fit considering how much of a stoner he was. I quickly gave him the "up down" followed by a dorky smile; he had these incredible shoulders that made me melt.
"Hey stranger, bring the tequila?" Alec said, ignoring my blatant stare.
"You betchya. So is this a private party or should I go knocking on doors and give you a little time to get less tempting?" I asked while helping myself to some of his rum and coke.
"Ha! I wouldn't mind having a couple people over. We'll kick everyone out later on though, I want you to myself tonight." He grinned.
"Well we'll just see about that! Maybe I'll pick up that girl from down the hall you've been eyeing and stay there instead!" I was just kidding, but he knew that I had been getting a little curious about girls.
Instead of giving him a chance to reply, I shut the door, stealing his rum and coke. I walked down the hall, knocking on every door and inviting people to the common room to have some drinks and watch the hockey game. Before I was halfway down the hall, I had a group of 7 people heading towards the common room. I told everyone to get started without me and find the game on T.V.; I'd be along in a second after I finished knocking on doors.
I got to the second last room and before I had a chance to knock, the door flew open and a hot little brunette I'd never seen before flew into the hallway, pinning me against the wall opposite.
"Oh fuck. I'm sorry about that! My roommate's being a bitch, she's trying to kill me I swear!" Despite her claims, I looked into the room to see another hot little brunette with a huge grin on her face hiding her tiny little tank top and panties with a pillow.
"Ha! No worries... pillow fight is it?" I asked.
"You bet! That girl's going to drive me crazy. I'm Terri by the way." Standing a couple inches shorter than my 5'7 with big green eyes and fantastic tits was the ball of energy that was going to cause so much bloody trouble.
"I'm going to watch the hockey game in the common room with a couple of people and some tequila, are you girls interested?"
"Oh hell ya! Are you cheering for the Leafs or the Canadiens?" Terri asked.
"The Canadiens of course! My Dad's a Canadiens fan. I think all little girls have to like their dad's hockey team." I replied.
"Ugh, that's a shame. You're going to get your ass spanked tonight!" Terri exclaimed.
What an interesting image. I was at a momentary loss for words when Terri interupted my thought process.
"I guess we'll just throw on some pants, be there in a sec!" She ran back in the room and closed the door. I could hear giggles from the room beyond, but shook myself and walked back to the common room, willing myself to stop thinking about Terri.
The rest of the night passed pretty normally. Alec drank too much too quickly and I was carrying him to bed in between the first and second period of the game. What a shame... I was getting pretty amped up. For the rest of the game, Terri and I became friendly, swapping pleasantries and then stories. I found we were very similar: heavy into the sports and crazy on the personality side. We had a blast chatting and drinking until we both stood up at the end of the game --don`t worry, the Canadiens won- and realized that we were both hammered. We supported each other back to her room and collapsed on the bed in her room. Terri and her roommate Brie had pushed their beds together, fucking genius.
So there I was, absolutely hammered in the middle of two gorgeous girls and what do I do? Cuddle of course! Nothing happened that night besides an amazing cuddle and perhaps a bit more touching than one would consider normal for two people having just met.
Terri and I became better and better friends. Soon we were heading to the gym together, going out almost every night, studying in the library (when we decided we really had to) and crashing in each other's rooms. Being drunken girls in University, we shared the occasional sloppy drunken kiss, but I assumed there was nothing there for her, so I kept my lips sealed shut.
Time passed and we each dated different guys, but neither of us settled on anything serious. First year passed, but we stayed in touch over the summer. Even though we moved into different houses out of residence, we were pretty close by so we visited each other often.
One night, I was out at a bar with a couple of friends when I got a call from Terri.
"EM!!!!!" came her drunken voice from the phone, "I fucking miss you. Where the hell have you been?"
"Haha sorry Terri! I did see you yesterday!" I was amazed I wasn't slurring my words.
"Pffft whatever. Where are you, whore? I'm going out with my housemates, we're going to go dancing! You need to come!"
"Alright alright, sounds good to me!" I hadn't been out dancing in a long time, and I was getting bored of the bar that we were at. "Do you have a dress and heels I can borrow?"
"Well of course! Although I'm sure we'd make a splash going naked."
"Ha! I knew you just wanted to get me out of my clothes! I'll be there in two minutes!" I told my friends I was heading out, grabbed my stuff and headed down the street. Terri dressed me up in something needlessly slutty and we hit the town with her housemates -7 gorgeous girls.
The first bar on the list was Siderail. Basically it was the place that everyone went for cheap shots to get hammered before heading out to the real clubs. It was a riot though, and we all started causing a bit of a scene. After a while, Terri and I headed outside to grab some fresh air and chat.
"Hey Terri... I think I'm bi." Wow. Where the fuck did that come from? There was no guesswork, I was definitely into women. By now, I had been with several, but I didn't know how my best friend would act when I told her. God damn alcohol!
"No shit Sherlock, I am too."
Well that was easy. We burst into fits of laughter and cling to each other to keep from falling over. Leaning in close, we go to exchange one of our regular drunk kisses that have become our staple. But this time, it's different.
We break the first kiss, but stay close. Wrapping our arms around each other, our lips touch again, this time with more passion.
"Ow Ow!" came a catcall from the door.
We look up quickly into the eyes of the girl who has just joined us on the patio.
"Ha, uhh, sorry you had to see that?" I didn't mean to make it a question, but the way the new girl was looking at us, I don't think she was too upset at the spectacle.
"You girls are so hot. I was checking you out inside. Are you two together?"
"Uh... sort of?" Terri looked at me for confirmation. I knew neither of us was really looking for a relationship, but we had just stumbled into a whole new territory.
I nodded and smiled at her, biting my lip. Damn her lips felt so good, I just wanted to kiss her again.
"Well, why on earth are you here?! You're bound to get unwanted attention from the assholes inside if you stick around here for much longer. You should head over to the gay club, it's only two blocks from here, I'll draw you out some directions if you want."
"Um, sure! Sounds like fun." Terri said.
"I'm Liz by the way" said the new girl, extending her hand, "I'm one of the bartenders."
Ah. I knew she looked familiar.
"We'll definitely take the directions from you if you don't mind. I think we're going to head inside to warm up with a couple more shots before we head out." I told her.
Terri and I headed inside, barely taking our eyes off each other. Terri wandered off to tell her housemates that we were going to be heading out, while I wandered over to the bar to grab us some tequila shots. By the time Terri came back, I had the directions, the shots, salt and lemons laid out on the counter.
"So... body shots?" She asked me with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"Damn girl, sounds good to me! We're both wearing dresses though so... salt on the inner thigh, shot between the legs and lemon in the mouth?" Even if she had been joking, I called her bluff and she wouldn't back down now.
Instead of looking daunted, I could swear she just looked turned on.
Much to the delight of everyone in the bar, Terri lay back on the bench at the bar. I licked her inner thigh once to get the area wet, then shook some salt onto the wet spot. I then placed the shot between her slightly open legs and gave her the lemon to put in her mouth.
"Ready?" I asked Terr. I waited for her to nod, then bent down to lick the salt of her thigh. Alright, maybe I lingered a little longer than I had to, but I happened to catch sight of her red lacy panties and couldn't ignore the wet spot that had formed on them. Was that for me? Damn I hoped so. I could feel her body tense under me as I drew my tongue across her thigh, so close to her sweet spot. I then quickly took the tequila shot without using my hands, and moved up to her lips, taking the lemon from between them.
Amongst the cheers, Terri got up with a slightly glazed look in her eyes and proceeded to push me down on the bench she had been lying on. Giving me a similar treatment, she quickly licked the inside of my thigh --did I put the salt this high?- and added salt, then carefully placed the shot between my legs and gave me the lemon.
After confirming I was ready, she leaned down and slowly, so slowly licked the inside of my thigh. It was all I could do not to moan as I felt her hot little tongue dart across my thigh. With one lick, she had set me on fire. Like me, she quickly took the shot without hands and leaned in to take the lemon from my lips.
Damn, I was screwed. I tried not to let on how turned on I was as I got up and we got everything together. Finally, we left the bar, saying thanks to the bartender, and practically ran the two blocks to the gay club. We checked our coats and decided to head to the top floor, where we could see everything going on on the two floors below us.
Looking around, we shyly made our way to the bar to grab a couple of beers and then to the corner past a big group of women at a pool table. After sitting down, we started chatting, but quickly became distracted as her lips found mine.
Easing into the chair next to her, we continued kissing, her tongue starting to entwine with mine. While we were sort of hidden by the table we were sitting at, the floor 'below us' put everyone at about head height to our pussies.
Completely distracted by each other, I swept Terri into my lap as we started to move our hands over each other's bodies. Dropping her head down, she slid my dress to the side and took my nipple in her mouth. My nipples have always been incredibly sensitive, and she seemed to know exactly what buttons to press. Soon I couldn't help myself, and started running my hand up the short length of her dress to knead the inside of her thigh. When she didn't stop me, I ran my thumb gently over her soaking wet panties. She let out a moan and leaned down to lick and bite my neck.
Easily finding her clit through her panties, I lightly rubbed her button, causing her to grind into me harder. Not being able to resist the temptation, I lifted her panties and started rubbing my middle finger up and down her dripping wet slit. Terri started arching her back into me. So slowly, I slid my finger into her, making her moan loudly. Crooking my finger, I found her sweet spot. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me into her and kissing me with abandon. Bringing my thumb up to circle her clit, she started moving her hips faster into me. She brought her head to my shoulder and happened to look over.
That's when she noticed that the big security guard from the front door was standing about two meters away from us, watching as I fucked her with my finger, right here in the bar.
She leaned into me and whispered "Don't stop, I don't care about him."
I had stopped moving my finger when I noticed the guard, but I started moving my fingers again with renewed energy. If she didn't care, then I was going to give him a show worth watching. I started moving faster, pleased to see she responded to the same things I did.
"Oh my god Em, I'm... getting close hon. Please..." Who was I to deny her? Moving my finger out slightly, I pressed my index finger forward with the middle one, giving her pussy more to hold onto. Both fingers slipped easily into her slick cunt, causing her to shudder in ecstasy and slide her hips closer to me.
I could feel her fingernails dig into my back as she stiffened and let out a long moan. Her pussy started clenching as I felt a flood of juice over my fingers. I kept moving my fingers until she collapsed against me. Slowly, I removed my fingers from her, now slippery with her juice, and brought once finger up to my mouth to lick the finger clean before offering her the other. Her mouth closed over my middle finger, sucking gently and cleaning away any traces of her. Chancing a glance over the security guard, I could see his pants had become a little tight in the front, and his mouth was hanging open.
We certainly gave him a show.