Women's Studies Ch. 04

Out of all the time I'd known her, she had never cursed, not once, and the words sounded strange and out of place coming from her mouth. To be honest, I couldn't blame her though. I was at a loss as well. We all knew that Kennedy had a dildo, and even Abigail kept one she had named Fred, but why would Kennedy have it in her purse?

Before we could say anymore, Kennedy pressed the tip of the dildo to her lips and gave it a little squeeze. She appeared to be drinking something.

"It's Tequila!" Kennedy laughed. "It's a dildo flask. The look on your guys' faces...priceless!" She laughed harder.

"Why would someone make a flask that looks like a dildo?" Abigail asked.

"Because you can take a dildo places where you're not supposed to take alcohol. Say a dorm room for instance. If anyone ever went through the dorms looking for drugs or alcohol, they would see this and pass right over it!" Kennedy explained. "I saw it at the mall last week and I had to get it."

"It's not a bad idea," I chimed in.

"Want some?" Kennedy asked, handing me the alcohol dispensing penis.

I held it in my hand for a few seconds. This was the first dildo I had ever touched, and the only other penis as well. I felt kind of strange. With a closer look I could now see the small opening on the head where the alcohol would come out. If I drank from this would it be kind of gay? It really couldn't be could it? I was a girl after all...Lexi was a girl.

Kennedy had a weird little smile on her face as she watched me. She probably had an idea of what I was thinking.

Trying not to over think it any more than I already had, I raised the flask to my mouth. I pressed the tip to my lips and squeezed. I instantly felt the tequila splash against the back of my throat, and I swallowed reflexively. The sensation was odd, but the tequila was good.

When it came to Abigail's turn, she was just as timid about it as I was. She barely parted her lips as she kissed the tip, taking her drink.

We only had to wait a couple of minutes for our driver to arrive; a balding man who appeared to be in his mid-forties. The three of us being rather small, fit comfortably in the back seat of his sedan. As we pulled away, I could feel the effects of the tequila take hold, and I was ready to party.

The drive across town was long, but made quicker by the hilarity of drinking alcohol out of a pink cock. It was quite ingenious really. The inside was made out of some kind of hollow tube and it was covered with silicone to make it look like a dick. A small opening at the head worked kind of like the nipple on a baby's bottle to prevent spills and there was a screw cap on the bottom where you filled it that looked like it was for batteries.

I kept catching glances of our driver watching us in the mirror while we giggled and drank our penis juice. He was very quiet, but I had the feeling he was going to need a little bathroom time after he dropped us off. Three stunning women mouthing what he could only think was a dildo in his back seat...yeah, there was no way he's not hard as a rock.

We had our driver drop us off half a block away from The Blacklist Lounge. After we paid the man, we rechecked to make sure we had our correct ID's at hand before making our way into the club.

The place was just like I remembered it, except busier. The wrap around balcony on the second floor that looked down onto the large dance floor. The dark decor and flashing lights. The stage with a DJ pumping out beats for the gyrating crowd. I still dreamed about this place.

The last time I was here, I was still a little nervous about who I was. As the night grew on, I felt more and more comfortable and actually happy with being Lexi. And then the unthinkable happened. My sister Audrey gave me a hand job right in the middle of the dance floor, her hand under my dress. At first she was trying to help me hide my erection, but somehow it ended with her grinding her wet pussy onto my thigh as she stroked me. That moment changed our relationship permanently. How could it not? I came all over her thighs and panties while she bit down on my neck, shaking from her own orgasm. Just stepping back into this place made my heart flutter with emotion. As much fun as I had been having, I still missed Audrey.

"Drinks first, then dancing!" Kennedy shouted to us over the loud music.

Already a little tipsy from tequila, we made our way up the spiraling stairs to the over twenty-one bar. I was still surprised by how easy it was to get service now; less than a minute from sitting down at a table overlooking the dance floor we had someone running to fetch us some Cosmo's, complements of Kennedy.

"Here's to a good night!" Abigail raised her glass.

"And alcohol and bad decisions!" Kennedy added.

The talk started out bland, as per usual. Questions about classes and family floated across the table as the liquor continued to flow. I could feel Kennedy's hand on my thigh under the table. She wasn't trying to tease me like usual, more of a familiar gesture. After a short time and a few more drinks Abigail began to loosen up.

"I don't really know why I haven't done it yet," Abigail confessed.

"You mean you've been here how long and still haven't done it...with anyone?" Kennedy asked shocked.

"Maybe she's just waiting for the right guy," I offered to Abigail's defense. "It's sweet."

"It has nothing to do with mister right," Abigail said with a coy look. "I put that delusion away long ago. I just can't seem to find someone I want to do it with. And when I do, I don't have a clue what to do about it."

"Just do what Kennedy does," I offered. "Grab life by the balls. And by life, I mean the guy you want to bang."

"It's not that easy," Abigail scoffed.

"Are you sure?" I asked with mock confusion. "You're hot...and you're a girl. All you have to do is ask. You could be ugly and still have it be that easy. Kennedy, help me out here," I laughed.

"She's not wrong," Kennedy agreed.

Abigail didn't seem convinced as she shook her head over her drink.

"Here. I'll show you," I said waving a guy over that I had noticed watching us.

"Do you want to have sex?" I asked once he was close enough.

"Um..." He articulated

"Yes or no!" I said snapping my fingers trying to get him to answer quickly.

"Yeah...yes," he said with a look of shock and hope.

"See?" I said as Kennedy waved the pour guy away. "It's that easy."

"You are so mean!" Abigail laughed. "You just got that guys hopes up!"

"I'm with Abigail on this one," Kennedy said with slight reproach. "Between you and me, I think he would have enjoyed the experience," she added with a knowing wink, and little smile to take the sting from her previous words.

"I don't know," I said, looking away to hide my embarrassment.

I couldn't say if he would have enjoyed it or not, but the thing was, I didn't know where I stood on that subject. I enjoyed guys looking at me, especially with approval in their eyes, but where did I stand on actually doing something with one of them? Audrey had said once that I might be a little bi-curious, but I just wasn't sure. Besides, how exactly would I find one that would appreciate what I had to offer? They might like me as a girl—I was attractive enough to give myself a hard on—but what would they say once they found out I had a dick? Enough of that.

"How is your si-friend Dreya," Kennedy said, catching her slip.

"She's fine. I think she's in Florida right now for some event," I replied.

"Is she going to be coming back to visit sometime soon?" Kennedy had a huge crush on my sister since she found her centerfold picture in high school.

"I think she might be visiting after midterms in October," I said. "Why? Are you worried that you won't get a chance to sleep with her?" I teased.

"Hey, a girl can dream," Kennedy laughed.

"If it helps, she has asked about you," I told her with a coy smile. "She may have mentioned some explicit activities," I said, letting her imagination handle the rest.

Just the thought of sex with Audrey was getting to Kennedy. She was squirming in her seat a little, and I could see her rubbing her thighs together at the thought.

"Wait, aren't you two together," Abigail said before blushing furiously and looking away in embarrassment.

We had never really talked about it. We all knew that Kennedy and I fooled around. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole school had heard by now. I knew for a fact that all of our dormmates knew. Word got around of some others that had their own girl trysts, whether long lived like Kennedy and I, or short, but no one really labeled it or talked about it directly. It was almost like a taboo topic. People did it, and people knew about it, but no one ever really discussed it...well not in the company of the people involved.

"It's okay Abigail. We just like to have fun together," I said laying my hand on hers. "We aren't a real couple. It's just a little college fun. Besides, we're too good of friends to ruin this with a relationship," I said laughing.

Kennedy was still quiet, and I was beginning to think that I had said something wrong. With a quick look I realized she wasn't paying attention any longer. One of her hands had disappeared under the table, and by the faraway look on her face, she was touching herself to thoughts of my far away sister. Like I said, her crush was bad.

Abigail seemed to notice as well and began to blush again. I swear she had the cutest blush, enough to make my cock stir in my panties. With a sly smile for Abigail, I discreetly slid my chair closer to Kennedy's. Kennedy was too far away in her own world to notice me. Keeping my eyes on Abigail, I slipped my hand under the table as I wrapped my other arm around Kennedy. She shook at my contact, but I placed my hand over hers under the table and kissed her ear.

She was always screwing with me in public, it was time for a little payback. The strips of her skirt were split around her wrist as she toyed with her clit over her panties. I moved her hand away and began to play with her myself. In no time, Kennedy's lips were pressed together, and she was humming her pleasure for me. The club music was so loud I'm not sure if even Abigail could hear her, but the pleasure was written all over her face.

Abigail seemed transfixed. I was holding Kennedy tight against my body with my cheek to her ear while I watched Abigail watching us. She couldn't see what my hand was doing, but her eyes were glued to my arm, mesmerized by the image that it drew for her.

Feeling truly naughty, I eased up on Kennedy's pussy and grabbed her wrist. At first, she tried to reach back between her legs to continue her pleasure that I had ceased, but I moved her hand towards Abigail's leg.

I watched Abigail's eyes go wide, and I knew that Kennedy had made contact. From my view, I could see Kennedy's hand slide up and then back down the open slit on Abigail's milky thigh. Reaching back between Kennedy's legs, I resumed my ministrations on her warm clit. I was starting to feel the dampness soak through her thong, and I couldn't resist any longer. I wanted to feel her.

I easily pulled aside the front of her panties and ran my finger up her slit feeling her shiver in my arms. Her juices began to cover my hand as they flowed unobstructed. I traced her folds teasingly and let my finger dip slightly into her warm cunt before moving on. I desperately wanted to slip under the table and lick her to pieces, watching her shatter when she fell from her peak. Sometimes teasing her was just as bad on me as it was on her.

Abigail seemed to be in a slight state of shock. She was rocking ever so slightly back and forth and her eyes, still fixed on my arm, were glazed over with her lips slightly parted. We had both speculated if Abigail had any interest in girls. It seems like we had an answer. Alcohol induced or not, she was feeling something.

Kennedy was becoming desperate now. With her free hand, she grabbed mine trying to direct it to her clit. Done with the teasing, she needed to come. Her hips were rocking in her chair now, begging me to strum her swollen clit. Being the gentleman I was...or lady rather, I obliged.

I began slowly rubbing her little nub in circles building up a tempo with her bucking hips. I could hear her breathing quicken as I rubbed her faster and faster, matching her humping into my hand. Like always, while I watched Kennedy race towards her climax, a thrill began to rise in me as I watched her expression shift through her stages of pleasure. When bliss began to reach ecstasy the world around us began to dim. Like there was a spotlight on just the two of us, and all the other light faded to blackness. Kennedy's entire body began to vibrate in my arms as she bit her lip to hold back a scream.

"Would you like another round?" Came from the darkness.

"YESSSS!!" Kennedy screamed.

With the spell broken I noticed the server standing by our table. A cute girl in tight black dress pants, and a button up shirt missing nearly half its buttons, stood looking a little flustered having probably guessed what she had stumbled into.

"More drinks would be great, thank you," I said giving Kennedy a little kiss on the cheek.

The server left, leaving the three of us to come back to the here and now. Kennedy was still breathing heavily, and with a glance toward Abigail's thigh, I saw that Kennedy had removed her hand, but in its absence stood an imprint from her nails where she must have squeezed during her climax. Abigail looked a bit flustered herself.

"I think I need to powder my nose," Abigail said a little breathily.

"I'll need to freshen up too," Kennedy said, pulling herself up on unsteady feet.

"I'll keep an eye out for the drinks," I offered.

I was pretty aroused, but my cock was still in place thankfully. With a casual glance, I noticed quite a few people watching our table before and after my friends left. It appeared that several of them had enjoyed the show. I hadn't exactly been subtle about it, I guess.

My hand was still covered with Kennedy's juices and I found myself licking my fingers clean when our drinks arrived.

"Thank you," I told the server girl, handing her some money with a hefty tip.

"No, thank you!" She said with a coy smile for me before heading on her way.

"Were you flirting with the server?" Kennedy said sneaking up on me while I watched our server walk away in her tight slacks. She really did have a nice ass.

"No, she was flirting with me I think," I replied turning back to my friends as they sat back down.

We sipped our drinks for a few minutes before Abigail broke the silence.

"Do you guys do that a lot?" she asked.

"Finger each other?" Kennedy asked smiling.

"No...I mean...you know...In public?" she stammered.

"More than you know," I said laughing. "It's usually Kennedy screwing with me though. Trying to get me all hot n' bothered. She knows I get uncomfortable when I'm like that in public, and she finds it amusing," I said, giving Kennedy a look. "This was just a little payback."

"You guys are pretty crazy!" Abigail said shaking her head. "Aren't you worried that you might get caught?"

"I think the risk adds a little something myself," Kennedy said. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for some dancing."

Emphasizing her point, she tilted back the rest of her drink and stood up. Following her lead, Abigail and I downed our drinks as well, and together we carefully made our way down the stairs to the dance floor. In no time we were strutting our stuff like only girls can, swaying and gyrating to the sound of the music.

I couldn't take my eyes off of my friends. With her knees bent as she danced with her back against Abigail, the strips of Kennedy's dress split giving full view of her legs up to her hips. Anyone who didn't have first-hand knowledge were probably wondering if she was wearing underwear at all. Abigail seemed to have forgotten her discomfort with her own dress and was enjoying herself as well.

I pressed myself against Abigail from behind letting the rhythm of the music take me. I found myself running my hands along her sides, slipping down over her hips and thighs. With the alcohol flowing through us and the anonymity of the night, we let ourselves go.

We had been dancing for almost an hour when a slightly familiar man pulled my mind back to the here and now. A few feet from me, a guy was dancing with an Irish looking girl. He was tall and well-muscled, with messy styled dark hair. At first, I couldn't place where I had seen him before, until I realized I had seen him here. Some twenty feet from where I was now standing, to be more specific. I couldn't remember his name.

I couldn't say what possessed me, but I broke away from Abigail and Kennedy and made my way to him. I danced my way from person to person until I was standing right next to him. Audrey had given me advice on this while we had been drinking one night after I had become Lexi. I avoided looking directly at him as I continued to dance among a small group of girls nearby. After almost a full song had passed, he finally noticed me, and when he did, I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes. He whispered into the girl's ear before turning back to me and holding out his hand.

"Lexi!" He exclaimed as I took his hand. I racked my brain, trying to remember his name but came up empty. "It's Danny..."

"I remembered, Danny," I lied. I had danced with him on the only other occasion that I'd been here.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked over the volume of the music.

My heart gave a flutter as I nodded my assent. I couldn't find my voice at the moment. Seeing him again, and having him ask me to dance, reminded me of the first time. I had still been getting used to being Lexi then and I was a little insecure. Danny had looked right past my sister, a true-life Playmate, and asked me to dance. It had meant so much to me, and him asking again lifted my heart just like before.

Danny pulled me into his arms, and I couldn't help but press my body into his, letting my softer form mold against his firmer one. I inhaled the sweet musky sent of his cologne, letting it fill my senses, taking me back. I couldn't remember how long we danced for, time seemed to stretch and compress all at the same time. I remember feeling him harden against me, pressing into my belly, and later my ass, and feeling the thrill of being the cause.

I took a guilty pleasure in grinding against it, and I loved the feel of his hands on my body. He was as much the gentleman as I remembered, never letting his hands roam into questionable territory, but how I wished that he would. His touch felt amazing and in the fog of alcohol I wanted to do things I had never contemplated openly.

At one point, I pulled his lips to mine, letting his tongue dominate mine. His kiss was fierce with passion and need, and his resolve slightly broke as his hands slipped down to grab my ass. I couldn't help but moan into his mouth at the feeling. His large strong hands gripped me, and I could feel his power. I was so small in his arms, and there was no doubt that he was in control. My heart was racing, my breath came in gasps, and my cock was beginning to swell. I could stay like this, in his arms forever.

My cock was swelling.

My cock was swelling!

Breathily, I quickly broke our kiss and pulled away.

"I need to get a drink and freshen up, Danny," I said over the music. "Looks like you could use a little break yourself," I said, smiling at the bulge in his slacks.

"I hope you don't leave without letting me see you again," he said. "I've been kicking myself for not getting your number last time."

"Oh, you'll see me again," I flirted turning away.