Annabelle

I met Annabelle in my early days of exploration. She sat down on the far end of the couch without acknowledging me. Her blond hair cascaded over her shoulders with tiny gems periodically reflecting the lights of the club. Heavy glitter eyeshadow made her eyes appear to dance everywhere she looked, which was never at me. I watched for a while as a gentleman came and went when other women caught his attention. I assumed he was with the mysterious woman at the end of the couch or they were at least highly familiar with each other based on their lack of personal space and comfortable whispers while they watched people pass together. He chased after another woman in high boots and a short skirt, and Annabelle laughed.

"He'll chase anything with a hole between its legs, I swear." I laughed nervously and glanced around, unsure if she was talking to me. But there was no one else. "I'm Annabelle. What's your name?"

I introduced myself, and the dialogue flowed. Annabelle was such a force, and I was both enchanted and intimidated by it. She looked at ease while talking to me, a complete stranger. Despite my sense of intimidation, however, I found it was easy to match her relaxed energy.

We discussed everything from our sexual orientations and current relationship dynamics to parenting advice. She emphasized she was very straight, and I resigned to getting nothing more than pleasant conversation out of the night, which felt entirely acceptable to me as I was still gaining confidence in engaging with women in such a sexually charged environment.

Two hours into the conversation, we were nearing the end of the night. I sensed a lull in the pace and stood up, preparing to excuse myself to head home. She had already mentioned she and her partner were spending the night at the club, so I felt it was up to me to see myself out of the interaction.

"So are we doing this or what?"

I quickly sat back down.

"Excuse me?" I fumbled with the next logical step. Did I accidentally lead her to believe I would be a third for her and her partner? Did I misunderstand when she said she was not interested in women?

"I haven't been talking all this time to NOT get my pussy eaten. Come on. I just won't reciprocate." Oh, I was enthralled by her confidence. She stood and sauntered away but stopped when she realized I wasn't following.

I had clocked that she was heading directly for the public play room. I had never humored the idea of playing in an open space. Every other encounter there had been in one of the private rooms. I suddenly felt intensely self-conscious and nauseous. Preemptive embarrassment burned my cheeks as my brain scrambled to figure out how to back out of this. When I came up with nothing but lame excuses on the tip of my tongue, I took a deep breath and tore the wall down, dumping years of low self-esteem out as I did.

She was efficient in her reassurance and promised I didn't have to remove any of my clothing, and no one would touch me that I didn't want to be touched by. Apparently, the public play space had some inherent guidelines that I was not privy to before this moment. Equipped with this knowledge, the area held a better air of security. Or the illusion of security, I thought. I felt tense but agreed to those parameters.

Annabelle slipped behind the sheer curtain leading to several elevated mattresses, and I followed. She directed me to devote my time to her breasts, highlighting how sensitive they were. My fingers danced along the lace outline of the bra she was wearing before snaking their way up under the straps, letting them fall down each shoulder. Kissing a trail from her chin to the divide of her bosom, I worked my way down to one nipple and then the other, bringing each pink bud into my mouth. I felt them harden under my tongue and swirled around them to create perfect points.

When she was ready, she pulled away and climbed onto the nearest bed with her boyfriend reappearing next to her, his head almost resting on her hip. Seeing my hesitancy, he raised both hands to say he was only there to watch. She gestured for me to come with her by twirling a finger. I pulled my shirt off but left my sports bra on - the closest compromise I could bring myself to at that moment. I crawled my way up between her legs to where they met, once again kissing my way to my destination. My lips brushed along her inner thighs, alternating legs as I made my way higher. I hooked the strings on either side of her panties and pulled, eliciting a delightful little gasp from her.

I softly licked at her mound, begging for permission to enter. She spread her legs wide for me, bringing her knees up to grant me access. Her lips parted to show me everything I wanted. I traced down her center with one finger, watching her body react in small jerks and hitches before reaching the bottom where I slipped it inside, quickly following with a second. She moaned as I felt her tense around me, squeezing my fingers. I felt the wet heat inside her and knew if I reached between my own legs, I would feel the same.

I brought my mouth to her clit and delicately kissed it as my other hand walked back up to find one of her full tits again. I playfully teased her nipple, pinching and spinning it between two fingers. Fully burying my face in her slit, I ran my tongue the length of her, applying greater pressure as I reached the peak to watch her squirm. I hooked the fingers inside her, and she cried out. There it is. I gave her an evil grin and started a slow circular motion with my fingers before my tongue mirrored the movement on her clit. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Her hips rocked, egging me on. I picked up speed accordingly, and the volume of her cries doubled.

She was loud. Oh, she was loud, and her screams fueled my fire. I felt my own warmth spread between my legs as I listened to her beg for more. Pulling my fingers from her, I let them hover for a moment, dripping over her. I became aware that her screams had drawn a small crowd outside the sheer curtain but couldn't make out the murmurs until one man shouted, "Whoever that is, they're putting in the work!"

I licked my fingers clean before burying them deep inside her again and drawing her clit back into my mouth. It dawned on me just how much I was enjoying this. I was adoring being on display and showing off. Something clicked in that moment that awakened me to the effect of exhibitionism. And my, it had a hold on me.

Annabelle screamed into her fists, bringing my attention back to her. Her hips bucked against my hand one last time before her thighs snapped shut, threatening to suffocate me. I sucked harder in retaliation. Her back arched, driving my fingers deeper. Her screams became choked cries that died to wimpers. With a final shudder she pulled her legs apart, and I came up gasping. We sat together, both catching our breath and absorbing the applause that had erupted from beyond the transparent barrier.

As the audience dispersed, we changed the sheets for the next party and slipped back through the sheer curtain. She grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind her. I asked where we were going, and she said, "To shower," with a gesture to my soaked hair and sweat-streaked face. Once again, I locked down. That meant me getting entirely nude, as well. She sensed my apprehension, shook her head and told me to follow. I went through the motions of getting undressed, feeling numb. Once in the shower together, however, she pulled me into an embrace and stroked my ego, pouring validation across my insecurities. The remaining walls I had melted away.

We made small talk as we washed and dressed ourselves, ultimately agreeing we vibed well enough to stay in touch. She sent me a friend request on Facebook before we parted that night, and I had a brief sensation of being a part of a collection she was developing. Almost used. And...I realized I enjoyed that feeling, too. But that's for another time.