**This story contains bisexual-male themes, though the content is lesbian. You've been warned.**
Erotic spasms shook through her body. She was grinding and yearning against naked male forms, her body slick all over with sweat and her own juices. They were pressed against her; an arm wrapped around, a hard chest, cocks sliding against her torso, jabbing her ass. She licked cum off her lips as her hand reached down, feeling the hot, inflamed wetness. Her hand moved violently, sliding between her thighs, reaching in, reaching down to touch her own ass...
Lana woke with a start to see the sun shining in through the open window. Her bed sheets were rumpled, and the air smelled of pussy. She shifted, only to realize her hand was between her legs. "Ohh..." she cupped her sex, feeling the heat coming off of it. It felt heavy, hungry even, and wet. She flexed her legs and felt the greasiness sliding between her cheeks.
She squeezed down on it. "Mmmm..." She felt the sun on her bare chest.
No, there was too much to do today. She threw herself out of bed and jumped into the shower. The scent of her arousal was slowly washing away, but each time the soap reached her pussy it sent aching tingles up her stomach.
"Oh my god," she said staring into the mirror, "How much did you masturbate last night, girl?" Her entire mons was swollen and red, her inner lips obscenely inflamed. A hint of liquid was beginning to suggest itself.
She got dressed, and made breakfast. The panties were too tight, they kept digging in against her. While the bagel was toasting she took them off, her pants should be loose enough. Then she moved to the computer, coffee mug in hand, and loaded up her word processor. She needed to write that essay.
Fifteen minutes later the screen was still blank when the phone rang.
She jumped, "Hello?"
"Where were you last night?"
"Brie -- oh jeez, your birthday-"
"Yeah, everybody else was there but you and Sam. What happened to you two?"
"Oh..." her mind flashed back to last night. After what happened at the gym she'd been left with an intoxicated haze. She felt in her pocket and pulled out the paper. Dan had written down his phone number before leaving. "I'm so sorry Brie, last night... the craziest thing happened last night."
"What was it?"
Lana bit her lip, wondering if she should tell the woman. "Well... Sam and I met a guy at the gym. In the sauna after our workout. We met this straight guy. Except Sam and him..."
"What are you talking about?"
She took in a breath, " I watched Sam go down on him in the Sauna, and-"
Brie laughed, "Wow, seriously? Okay, get over here and tell me all about it."
"But-"
"Just come over here, I don't want you to tell me over the phone. I still have some ice cream cake left."
Lana was sucking hard enough on her lip to taste blood. Her heart was beating heavily in her chest. "...okay."
A fever took over, speckling her chest. She put on a hat and grabbed her purse, her shirt was stroking across her nipples. A heady throb took over her sex on the elevator ride down. By the time she reached the bus stop the air seemed to smell of sex, but it might have been imaginary.
Just the thought of telling Brie about it, of admitting what had happened last night, brought all the memories flooding back. A mischievous, nervous energy was working through her limbs as she got on the bus and inserted the token. She wondered if the other passengers would notice.
Nobody spared her a second glance as she took her seat along the aisle, and despite her heightened pulse she tried to remain composed. She pulled a book out of her purse and tried to read, but the images that kept flashing through her mind wouldn't let her concentrate. She glanced up at the other patrons, none of whom seemed to be looking at her, and gave in to a sudden urge.
She slouched back in her seat, sliding her ass forward and splaying her legs for them to see. The seam of her pants tightened. With no panties on the material chafed against her, pulling down into the split of her sex and digging against her asshole, right where Dan had touched her the night before... Her heart moved up a tempo and she bit down on her tongue as a gentle flow of fluid released and absorbed into the material. She was certain now that the scent enveloping her wasn't her own imagination. Each bump of the ride dug the seam in deeper, swelling her, making her mound strain against the fabric.
By the time she arrived the boy across from her had noticed her shameless display. His glances, and the bulge showing in his jeans only made her crotch feel more inflamed.
"Come on in!" came the response to her knock. Brie was just shutting down an application on her computer. She was slightly taller than Lana, with a square-shouldered build under an oxford style shirt, and pert C sized breasts. She kept her hair short in a boyish cut. "Hey Lana. Let me get us a couple slices, then I want you to tell me all about it."
Lana sat down on the couch, legs together now, accepting the plate of ice cream cake that Brie brought her. After a couple of prodding questions she found the story's feet, reliving in her mind's eye everything that had happened.
"Oh, wow..." Brie said once she'd finished, leaning back in her computer chair with a distant look in her eyes. "That's hot. Now I'm wishing I'd been there..."
Lana broke her reverie and glanced up at the other woman. "Oh my god, Brie, this is turning you on!"
"Of course it is. Guy on guy action? That shit is hot."