I never imagined myself being as outgoing as I was last Friday night. In fact, many will tell you that I lead a rather dull life. Oh, I have friends, lots of them. But when we hang out I am usually the last one on the dance floor and the first one to sit back down. I must admit, reading my own description of my social life makes me want to fall asleep.
"Come on, Claudia," my friends would say. "Have a drink, hook up with someone and forget where you left your thong in the morning," They were party girls alright, and last Friday night I decided I would take a journey through their world.
A new club had opened in town and we were all excited to try it out. The drinks were cheap and the guys were plentiful, so the girls were happy enough. I had something else on my mind, though. Ever since I was seventeen, I found myself thinking more about girls than boys when I masturbated. Any time I attempted to meet someone for a romantic time, I only ever wanted women. Ten years on and it is exactly the same.
Don't get me wrong. When the girls and I get a few drinks inside us, we end up with our tongues and fingers inside of each other. But a lot of girls do that. It's just one of those silly girly things that men dream about and search for online.
I've had sex with most of my girlfriends. Amanda and I used to experiment every day after school. She would come over and seduce me like the little slut she was. Five minutes later out clothes would be scattered across my bedroom and our mouths would be pleasing the most sensitive parts of each other's bodies. It was bliss, but nothing more than two young girls experimenting.
They knew I preferred girls, but I never referred to myself as a 'lesbian'. I don't know why, though. The image of a naked man never made me as wet as the thought of a smooth, silky, naked lady. It was easy for me to notice my interest in the same sex when one day I felt a moist spot in my panties grow as I spent a about three quarters of English class staring at Carla Tambourine's long, shiny legs. She always had a mini skirt on in school and sometimes a cute pair of toe-less heels. She was sought after by both the boys and girls in my school. I even heard that she had fooled around with a girl in a bathtub at a party. All that gave me the material I needed to play out multiple scenarios in my head involving myself and Carla. Happy times.
I was all dolled up and ready to hit the club with the girls. I slipped into my short purple dress and decided not to go with the bra. I had an impressive cleavage and I wasn't opposed to showing it off. I wore the matching sandal heels that I got only two days before. Pink lipstick and eye shadow completed my look. Oh, and a small black thong. It wasn't exactly warm that night.
It only took us twenty minutes to get to the club and we were lucky enough to beat the line. There were already a good two dozen people in the club at that time. The music was playing and the people were either having a drink or dancing their asses off. Of course, I immediately began looking at the women in their strapless dresses, miniskirts and heels dancing as though they had just taken a magical eroticism potion. I really wanted to meet a girl that night, and the thought of taking one home with me was driving me insane.
I was always very good looking growing up. Everyone said so. A slim built, ample chest and nice legs, I often wondered myself why I was single. But I wanted that to change tonight.
We sat at a booth that faced the DJ booth on the other side of the dance floor. The girls were chatting away about the latest episode of Big Brother. I didn't watch it so it made me feel a little out of the loop when the girls were deep in conversation and I was left to think of a new topic of conversation.
Mandy sat to my left. She was my most recent friend. She was really beautiful and had a reputation of being rather gender blind after she had had a few drinks in her. I saw her once give oral to a girl in the car park of a night club, and then later saw her bent over the hood of a guys car. She had her thong down to her ankles and she was screaming her orgasm into her purse. She was a wild one, but she was always super sweet to me.
I told Mandy that I was more interested in meeting a girl that night. She grinned, ran her hand up my dress and just stopped short of my pussy. My heard began to beat fast. I looked down to see that she had hiked my dress up a bit. The biggest shock was when she leaned forward and ran her tongue over my lips and into my mouth. She pulled away and said "Just one girl?" She laughed and threw her head back. That was Mandy. A laugh and a half.
We ordered more drinks and I was now coming out of my shell. My other friend, Jackie, told me that she was feeling frisky and she wanted to dance. Dancing was her mating call. The way she swished her hips and slut-dropped always turned heads. I looked at her as she made her way to the dance floor. Her body was to die for. I guess it was the alcohol, but I had the urge to nuzzle my head between her breasts and squeeze them with my bare hands.
I had to cool down. I told the girls still sitting at the booth that I was going to go outside for some air. I made my way around the swaying crowd and exited through the door.
The air was so cool. In retrospect I was glad I opted to wear my panties after all. There weren't many people outside. Just a few couples chatting away and enjoying the dull drone of the music coming from inside. I took several deep breaths and emptied my head. There were a lot of hot girls in there and to be honest, I wanted all of them. Just me and all of them, naked and in a pile in the middle of the room with out legs flailing in the air. I laughed at myself as I though about it.
I was about to head back inside when I dropped my clutch bag. "Shit," I said aloud. I bent down to pick it up when suddenly a beautiful vision appeared before me. Next to my clutch bag was a smooth, shapely foot, with polished, pink toenails all dressed up in a five inch, silver, strappy high heel. My mouth dropped open. It failed to notice that I was still bent over in a short dress. I grabbed my clutch bag and got back up.
When I saw her, she was smiling. She was a stunning vision of beauty. She had short blonde hair with her bangs covering one eye. She had a full set of lips on her that you would never stop kissing. Her green eyes sparkled in the light. They were the kind you could get lost in.
After a moment she asked "Um, are you okay?" I never realised that I had just been staring at her like a creepy lunatic.
"Oh, yes. I'm fine, thanks," I replied.
She opened the door and held it open for me. I smiled and walked back inside. The music was loud again and I reckon that is why she grabbed my arm to stop me and decided to talk to me in the lobby. "They are on sale at Dunn's," she said.
"Sorry?"
"My shoes. I saw you were interested in them. I got them in the Dunn's sale yesterday. I'm sure they would suit you just fine."
"They look so sexy - beautiful, I mean beautiful on you."
Her eyes widened. I thought I had blown it until she giggled again. "Thanks, love. I'd say you would look good in anything."
I blushed. I was getting a compliment from a very sexy girl regarding a very sexy garment that she was wearing and telling me that I too could be sexy in them. She still had her soft hand on my arm. "I'm Claudia," I said.
She giggled and looked deep into my eyes. "I'm Jenna," she replied.
Her hand slid down my arm. She didn't hold too tight, but just enough to give me a tingle in my pussy.
She stepped closer to me. "I haven't seen you around this part of town before. I think I would remember a pretty lady like you."
My heart fluttered. "Well, we normally go out on the other side of town. This place just opened tonight so we thought we would check it out."
"We? You came with people?"
