Author's note: Well, this started out short and dirty, and then it turned into whatever it turned into. In a way it works as a "Part 2" for my other stories "The Lipstick Test" (especially) and "Gretchen in Suspension" (kind of) so please have a look at those through my profile. Please take the time to vote and comment, because it's good to know if I'm doing things right or not. I'm craving criticism as well, so if there's anything you think I can improve (I'm sure there is), again please comment. Thanks for reading.
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For their first date, Bethanie and Maddy went to the cinema. It was early on Thursday evening and the movie, some blockbuster or other, had been playing for some time so the screen they were in was almost empty.
Maddy had been worried that, put in the situation of an actual honest-to-God date, Bethanie would be tense, nervous and self-conscious. But as soon as they met at the station she had been relaxed and flirtatious, often touching Maddy or taking her arm as they walked. So when Maddy lost interest in the movie on the screen she quickly turned her attention to Bethanie.
As Bethanie brought popcorn to her luscious (now recovered) lips Maddy tickled her and tugged at the hem of her short skirt, pulling it from under her so that Bethanie's backside, bare but for her panties, was against the rough cinema seat.
"What are you doing?" Hissed Bethanie.
"Shhh, watch the movie." Scolded Maddy, slipping her arm under the arm-rest and tracing her fingers delicately up her date's thigh and under her skirt. Ten minutes later Bethanie couldn't stop squirming in her seat and she jumped up and dashed from the screen.
Her panties had been crudely pushed aside, the tangle of her hair had been tugged maddeningly, her pussy had been rubbed slowly and unbearably until she felt herself starting to open and then she had been gradually, seductively penetrated.
The worst thing had been how slow Maddy was moving, sliding her finger in at a glacial pace that brought Bethanie to the point of screaming - not in arousal, but in frustration.
Maddy pursued her into the (luckily deserted) ladies room, almost tackling her into a cubicle and locking the door.
"Don't make a sound," the petite blonde advised. She span the taller girl around, bending her over so that her hands were resting on the toilet cistern. Bethanie's panties were off before she knew it, and just as quickly Maddy was squatting on her haunches, her face buried in the brunette's pussy, using her experienced lips and tongue to full effect.
Maddy made Bethanie climax for the first time in a cinema bathroom, bent over, knees shaking, clutching onto the toilet for dear life as fingers, tongue and lips blended into some kind of pleasure-giving machine that she was completely powerless against.
"I was kind of enjoying that movie y'know," she said as she was trying to pull herself together and working out whether her panties were worth putting back on. "We'll have to rent the DVD when it comes out."
"I can't promise I won't spoil it again." Maddy answered cheekily. She slipped out of the cubicle, washed her face quickly and waited for her date in the lobby.
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Their second date was at the zoo just outside the city, and as they left the tropical bird house Bethanie glanced around conspiratorially and pulled Maddy around the side of the concrete building into the unused space between the wall and the trees that surrounded the zoo.
Completely unseen, but tingling with the excitement of the fresh air playing across her skin she planted Maddy's hands on the wall and told her to spread her legs as if she were a cop about to pat down a suspect. Instead she quickly stripped her date from the waist down, pulling at the tight jeans and boyish cotton underwear that Maddy had been wearing and exposing her pussy - already getting wet she noticed, Maddy got aroused so quickly - to the fresh air.
"Arch your back and push that ass up," She whispered harshly. Maddy let out a little gasp of surprise as Bethanie wove the fingers of her left hand into her hair, and gently, but firmly pulled her head back. Kissing her neck she added, "This is for the cinema."
"But I thought you liked the cinema?" Maddy whined.
"I did, and I'm sure you'll like this." Her right hand curled underneath Maddy's body and rubbed quickly and roughly at the girl's defenceless pussy until she was satisfied Maddy was completely under her control, then she fucked her forcefully with her two middle fingers.
"Come," she said, when Maddy was fucking her hips back onto Bethanie's fingers just as hard as the brunette was fucking them into her, and the blonde girl was having trouble not crying out, and Maddy obediently did so, soaking the hand that fucked her.
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For their third date they went out to dinner to an expensive French restaurant. But for the twenty minutes they were there, Maddy's foot (perfectly concealed by the low-hanging tablecloth) was working away wickedly in her girlfriend's lap and they left after the starters and ordered pizza later that night from Maddy's apartment.
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About a month later Bethanie and Maddy were sitting in the Commie Coffee Can - famed for amazing coffee and ill-thought-out Marxist decor. They were on a small, threadbare sofa, sitting close, thighs touching, each nursing a vast, luxurious cappuccino. On the wall above them Stalin looked disapprovingly into the distance.
"You know real communists would never drink coffee like this." Maddy felt warm and comfortable and safe. The city had taken a dive into the chill of fall just a week earlier, and she was already craving the comfort and shelter that only a coffee shop could provide.
"Don't stereotype communists Madeline," Bethanie scolded. She sipped long and slow at her coffee and Maddy couldn't stop things happening inside her as she watched Bethanie's lips pout and press against that lucky coffee cup.
Her thighs were tensing, she realised after several seconds of watching. Her body was remembering how those lips pouted and trapped her throbbing little clit, how they sucked and applied pressure and pulled and teased and wouldn't let go even when it was too much and she was just squealing and trying to flip over and crawl away for a moment's rest...
Bethanie hadn't been the world's greatest oral technician that first time, but she'd been pretty damn good and she'd paid a lot of attention to what Maddy did to her. Maybe she'd been looking things up on the internet too? Maddy gasped as the thought dawned on her. That this gorgeous girl would research ways to make her scream and beg her to stop!
"What? What's wrong?" Bethanie glanced at her.
Oh! She'd gasped out loud!
"Nothing!" Maddy yelped and squeezed Bethanie's thigh. Just a small touch, except that for a moment she found that she couldn't let go. When she did Bethanie sent her a long, soft smile and leaned back into the half-sprung sofa.
"It's a little odd, sitting here drinking coffee under a mural of a mass murderer." Bethanie murmured, looking up at the moustachioed visage above them.
"I, um, don't think most people think about it as much as you do Bethy."
"Maybe they should." Maddy watched Bethanie's gaze lower as she looked intently at something on the other side of the long room. The Commie Coffee Can had been converted from some kind of workshop and it was a pretty sizeable place - the winter heating bills must have been a mean overhead. "Hey is that the girl you were telling me about?"
"What?" Maddy couldn't stop her face flushing a little, and for a moment she couldn't pull herself together enough to follow Bethanie's eyes. "Who do you mean?"
"Jesus Maddy, you're about as subtle as a brick." Bethanie sipped at her drink again and Maddy fought not to get distracted. She was remembering two nights ago, tangled in the sheets, telling Bethanie it was ok to stop, no really, she already came, she could stop now, oh god please stop, stop, oh Jesus please God just wait a second, just a second, she wasn't just going to come again, just like that, oh god, oh no - "You're not even looking."
Maddy looked across the room and, of course, it was the Coffee Shop Girl. That's what she had always called her in her head, ever since the very first day she had seen her. And she had been coming here regularly ever since then, probably, if she was honest, as much to ogle at her over the rim of her chalice of coffee as to enjoy that coffee.
It was strange to see her now that her other crush had developed in the best possible way. Her infatuation had never been that serious, had never developed beyond a simple aesthetic appreciation of the Coffee Shop Girl's effortless beauty, and ethereal sexuality. Those being the sort of phrases she used in her head to make her pure, dirty lust sound... nicer somehow.
She had even used those kinds of descriptions when she was lying face down on her bed, face buried in the sheets, both arms squashed into the bed under her, both hands working hard between her thighs, picturing herself pushing the Coffee Shop Girl back onto a sack of coffee beans behind the counter and splitting those long legs wide open then licking, lingering, the smell of the Coffee Shop Girls arousal mingling with the bitter aroma of coffee beans... Every now and then she would hear herself groaning through gritted teeth: "effortless, unselfconscious beauty..." or something equally ridiculous.
"Yes," she dragged herself back from that dangerous pit of lust, turning back to Bethanie, "yes, that's her. What do you think?"
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It was just a stupid little crush, she'd never even had the slightest inclination to act on it, and had happily confessed it to Bethanie when the two had been in an aching post-coital daze a fortnight before. Bethanie had been running her fingers lazily across Maddy's thigh, smearing the fluids that she had so recently coaxed out over the blonde girl's smooth skin. Maddy couldn't have lied if she had wanted to.
"So, you had a crush on me since...?"
