The AirBnB Ch. 01

"The fuck you doing over there," I asked.

"Just happily cherishing...th..th..the night," she stuttered.

"What the fuck was that all about?" I asked, questioning the weird behavior.

"What do you mean? '' She asked back, eyes still closed.

"The fuck do you think I mean Trish, that little stutter? Don't tell me you are ALREADY drunk - you lightweight." I insulted.

Trish laughed. "I'm not drunk, you idiot. I just...choked up on something, probably spit." Trish opened her eyes and looked at Trina before shifting her look in my direction right as our drinks arrived.

"Finally! Please put it on my tab, it's the blue card with flowers" Trish told the waiter. "Also, can we leave our purses at the bar?" She added. He put the drinks down on the table and assured us it wouldn't be a problem before taking our bags and walking them straight to the bar. We all leaned forward and grabbed our drinks. Trina and Trish instantly grabbed the tequila and took their shots. Trina this time took it straight with no lime or salt. Trish is not so brave. I grabbed my vodka tonic and began to sip on it patiently.

"Come on, let's get back out there and dance," Trish demanded, grabbing my hand.

Looking down at my drink in my other hand and swirling the ice in the glass I replied, "I think I'll stay and work on this first before joining you. Don't want it going to waste or getting roofied, ya know" I responded.

"Ah, smart!" Trina gasped before adding. "I forgot that this happens here in America."

"It really does. Girl's gotta protect herself and friends at all times" I warned.

Trish stood up and grabbed Trina's hand, leading her out of the booth. I couldn't help but noticed Trish's nipples were hard and visible through her shirt in the table light as she bent over to grab Trina's hand. 'That's weird' I thought to myself. 'It's not that cold and she's getting tipsy on Teramana.. which normally gets her naked. Whatever!'

I watched from the table as Trish and Trina danced on each other for a couple of songs. As predicted, a couple of guys made their passes at me while sitting at the table. "Hey gorgeous, where's your man?" "Hi beautiful, you alone tonight?" Typical conversation starters, though, as I'm sure they picked up on, I was not interested.

After the third pickup line, my vodka tonic completely gone, I got up and made my way out to the girls. By the time I got there, things had taken a weird but expected turn when girls drink. Trish was grinding her ass up against Trina pretty provocatively. Trina had reached around and was shifting her hands from Trish's waist to her breasts, fondling them briefly each time she did. Trish would lean back into Trina grab Trina's neck and would thrust her hips like she was Shakira or something.

Trina smiled devilishly as she made eye contact with me. I saw her lips move close to Trina's ear as Trina's eyes shot open and reached out and pulled me in. Her breasts and nipples pushed into my stomach, as mine almost laid on top of hers. Her hands around my neck, we all swayed, basically humped, and danced.

We would switch positions occasionally with Trina behind me, or between me and Trish, while sometimes doing goofy shit like imitating the movie White Girls, which we had been doing since middle school. After a good while, a country song came on - and if you knew Trish like I did you knew she HATED country with a burning passion - causing her to almost fly off the dance floor back towards our table.

Back at our table, which was surprisingly still open, we all sat down almost in the same spots, except I switched with Trina taking the outside spot - her next to the window. We ordered a few more drinks before getting into more pressing conversations.

"So, Luce, tell me...have you thought more about the Airbnb idea?" Trish brought it up.

"I really haven't given it a second thought, though, now that I'm not as annoyed from a shit day at work, I will say it's not the worst idea," I said while taking a sip of my 3rd Vodka Tonic.

"SEE! I'm smart as FUCK!" Trish yelled. "So, when are you going to put it together?" She continued.

"I'm not sure. I could transform the basement/entertainment room into a giant 1 bedroom with a makeshift kitchen." I replied, beginning to paint the picture in my mind.

"Right! And there's a door that leads to those stairs that go up to the back ya..ya..yard. That way they can come and go and don't need to use the front ddd...door." She stuttered some more.

"You feelin' alright Trish? I don't think I've ever seen you stutter before" I asked, starting to get more concerned for my friend. My mind raced with the possibilities of whether could she have been roofied already.

I glanced over at Trina, who was shifting in her seat, to see if maybe I was alone in my concern. She was staring at Trish with this seductive smile on her face. My eyes moved back to Trish as she leaned back again and closed her eyes.

"Luce, do you think you'll need help renovating the basement? Will you need new fuuuurniture?'' Trish basically moaned.

"What the fuck is going on Trish? Don't tell me you have your vibrating thong on again." I stated.

Trish laughed out loud. "No Bitch! That was that one time in college and you know it. I will say, however, that was some serious orgasm I had at that Applebees." She bit her lip as she took a drink of water.

"What's this about bibrating thongs? Trina asked in her cute little accent that got stronger as she drank. Her b's turned to v's and she would transition in and out of Spanish.

"Well, if you must know, Trish here was dared by her boyfriend...Blake was it?"

"BLAINE!" Trish intervened. "What a cock on that guy...mmph" she reminisced.

"Blaine, that's right. Well, Trish here, was dared to wear a thong that had a small vibrator in it. Blaine had a remote control and would change the speed and intensity throughout the night. Me and Chris, my ex-husband, had NO idea this was happening until Ms. Thing over here had an explosive orgasm at our table in an Applebees. And of course, she didn't hold back so the majority of the restaurant looked at our table." I explained.

"Oh babe, that was such a good one. Ugh, I miss those panties." Trish reminisced.

"That hot!" Trina said, shifting more in her seat and glaring at Trish.

Trish slightly groaned as she looked at Trina and back at me. God, I need a smoke. Trish didn't smoke normally but when she drank, she'd have a couple here and there.

"I don't smoke, but I come with," Trina replied.

"I'm good. I think I'm going to get one more drink. Do you two want anything?" I asked as they got up, arm in arm, and walked away.

"Two more shots!!!" Trish yelled as they wiggled to the bar, got the smokes out of her purse, and headed out the front door.

I swore I saw Trina's hand move to Trish's ass, but with the bad lighting and alcohol, maybe she was making a pass at my friend? But then again, maybe not? Hispanics are typically more handsy, I thought to myself rationalizing what I just saw.

I took my time finishing my drink, playing on my phone, and turning down another guy. This guy was pretty cute though. I even thought about my shower from earlier just a little bit, before quickly stuffing it away and politely rejecting his advances. I was definitely in need of a good orgasm, but I'm not ready for a one-night fling. It may have been 11 months since the divorce, but it still stings.

After about 25 minutes, I started to get concerned about the girls. I get talking and taking your time with a smoke, hell Trish may have had more than one, but 25 minutes was weird and I was getting lonely. I picked up our bags from the bar while leaving the two untouched shots at the table. I looked around but couldn't see anything that may have been left, and headed to the door. Right as I got there I remembered that Trish's card was still with the bartender. I walked over to the bar and explained the situation and they let me close her tab. Feeling a bit annoyed with her and still a little pissy from the day, I left a very gratuitous tip of $75. Feeling accomplished and like I had gotten a little payback on Trish for her constant antics, I headed outside.

As I made my exit, I couldn't see the girls anywhere. I looked to my left. I looked to my right. Nothing. I started down the sidewalk slowly to my right, reaching into my clutch and grabbing my phone. As I started to try and call Trish, hoping she had her phone, I stopped in my tracks to the sounds of soft moans filling the air between the two buildings. To my right was an alley between the bar and the restaurant next door, and in the alley were Trish and Trina. Completely in shock, I stood there, motionless, as I tried to comprehend what I was witnessing.

Leaning against the bar's wall, half in the shadow - half in the light of the street lamps, was Trish. Her head was against the wall and her eyes were closed. Trina stood against her, kissing her neck. My eyes followed Trish's body, carefully taking in everything I was seeing. Trish's hands draped over Trina's shoulders, and Trina's left hand was up Trish's shirt caressing Trish's boobs. Trina's right hand was in between Trish's legs, under her skirt. Trish's right leg wrapped around Trina's waist and her left leg balanced off to the left. Trina moved her lips from Trish's neck to her mouth and Trish welcomed the kiss by opening her mouth wide and accepting Trina's wildly moving tongue.

I stood there, frozen, my eyes fixated on what I was witnessing. I knew Trish was very slutty, especially when drinking, even to a fault. But never in our 20-year friendship did I ever hear her talk about or see her being sexually attracted to another woman. She never made out with other girls, that I know of, and she never made any insinuating comments about being sexually into girls or anything. She only made her crude comments here and there like she did with me earlier tonight. This was something....unexpected. But yet, I couldn't stop watching.

Trina pulled her right hand out from under Trish's skirt and unbuttoned the 7 remaining buttons on Trish's shirt, freeing her god-given features and giving them a breath of fresh air. They fell free from their prison and straight into Trina's hands. Trish's eyes opened just momentarily as Trina moved her head down and took Trish's right breast into her mouth. Trina's left hand moved back in between Trish's legs. Trish's right leg came down off Trina's hip as she braced herself and began grinding slowly against Trina's hand. The two began moving in rhythm as if we were still inside on the dance floor. Trish grabbed the back of Trina's head and pulled her back up to her mouth and kissed her passionately.

Stuck in my trance, I came back to reality as I heard someone leave the restaurant to my left. Not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to the girls, I stepped forward into the shadows of the alley. My nipples are as hard as they have ever been and my panties quickly become wetter and wetter. I was at a loss as to what I should do. Do I leave and drop Trish's purse off at her car? Do I say something and stop this? Do I stay and watch? My mind was racing with thought after thought. But before my brain could come to a decision, my right hand found its way to my right nipple through my dress, and my left hand to my crotch. I slowly began rubbing my now dripping pussy through my dress completely unaware as to what my body was doing and how attracted I was to what I was watching.

Trina's arm started moving faster and Trish's hips met the faster pace. Trish pulled away from their kiss as she moaned loudly and proudly for all to hear. Her body tensed up as she began what looked like an earth-shattering orgasm. Trina attacked Trish's neck, biting and sucking savagely. Her right hand pinched and pulled at each nipple individually, giving both the attention they screamed for. "OH..OH...OHHH, GOD... YES! DON'T STOP BABY...KEEP GOING. I'M SO CLOSE...GOD YES...FUUUUCKK!" Moaned, almost yelling, Trish as she rode the wave of an intense orgasm. I let out a small gasp. I thought it was quiet but Trina looked over in my direction, licked her lips, and gave me a look that said 'come here now.

My feet moved out from under me as I slowly made my way toward them. I envied that Trish just got to cum, seeing how she ruined my orgasm earlier. Oh, how my body begged for release. Each light gust of wind that blew through the alleyway kissed my nipples through my dress and sent shivers down my stomach to my pussy. My hand, still slowly rubbing, started to pull my dress up my legs. My right hand still abusing my nipples. Just as I was within 6 feet of the sexiest thing I had seen in a very long time, a door slammed. But this slam brought me back to my senses.

"What the fuck is going on", I said out loud.

More or less referring to what I was experiencing with my own body and less to what the two girls were doing. Trish finally came to and realized I was witnessing what she and her friend were doing.

"Luce...I can ex.." she started to explain.

Trina shushed her with her glistening finger, "Shhh..don't worry about it love, she saw it all.

They both looked at me wondering what was going to happen next. Another SLAM from behind me sent me running away.

"LUCE!! Please don't go!! Wait.." is all I heard from behind me.

Yet, I hurried to my car. I threw Trish's bag in the seat next to me and got my keys out and drove away. Should I have left? I don't know. Should I have driven as tipsy as I was? Probably not, seeing how I was just drunk enough to be extremely wet, horny, and ready for release from watching my lifelong friend get finger fucked by her client turned 'friend' in a public alley.

I made it home, safely. When a number I didn't recognize began blowing up my phone. "This must be Trina's phone number." I thought to myself. I simply turned my phone off and went inside. Opening my front door, and throwing my keys on the hall tree with my clutch, I scurried into my bathroom. Staring at myself in the mirror for what felt like a lifetime replaying what I just watched, my brain began racking all the possibilities. Was Trish gay? Bi? Extremely drunk and making a huge mistake with someone she wanted to befriend?....Am I...Bi? What do I do from here? Do I ignore her, do I forget what I saw? Do I...go back?

Fuck it.

I turned off the lights in the bathroom, went to my bed, and sat down. I opened the drawer to my bedside table, pulled out Pink B.O.B., and laid on my back. Hiking my dress up and over my hips, removing my panties, and spreading my legs, I let B.O.B. go to work. Buzzing and vibrating on my clit, I clench my vibrator between my legs and pull my dress up and over my head. Which isn't as easy as it sounds, as every few seconds I would twitch from the stimulation on my clit.

Leaning back and grabbing B.O.B. with my right hand, my left hand came to my mouth as I sucked on my fingers before they went to my nipples and began tugging and twisting. Closing my eyes and watching the events that unfolded not long ago replay in my head, I exploded all over my sheets. I hadn't squirted in almost a decade and yet tonight, after watching the lesbian acts my friend enacted, I had the best orgasm in a year. Laying in my bed, on my comforter, my pussy leaking, I breathed heavily. "Holy shit" was all I could say as I turned off B.O.B., threw him to the side, and passed the fuck out.