"Can I buy you a drink"
"I- I guess so. I mean, you don't need to."
One perfect eyebrow raised. Candi's ever present arousal flared up.
"I don't need to buy you a drink? So, you're ready to just go back to my place?"
"I didn't mean that!" Candi said, hastily, and then hung her head, cheeks burning red. "But yes," she added quietly. She felt so confused.
"You dont have to be embarrassed! I mean, nothing about you really says you're into women. But you're cute, you know, so I just thought I'd ask."
Candi slowly raised her head. The woman next to her was a little older than her, slim, and mostly feminine in her dress and meticulously made up, but her hair was buzzed so short that with its bright blonde dye job it made her head look a bit like a tennis ball.
"I mean, I don't always try to look the part either. Want to get out of here?"
Candi took a deep, shaky breath before replying "Yes."
The buzzed blonde took her hand, starting to pull her towards the door.
"What's your name, cutie?"
"C- Candi."
"Aww, that's even better than cutie! Call me Lindy."
Candi let herself be pulled towards the door. Lindy was almost the same size as her, maybe two inches taller and not much heavier if at all, but her energy and confidence made it seem like her strength dwarfed Candi's.
She paused right on the threshold, and inertia practically launched Candi into her arms. Lindy planted a kiss right on Candi's lips, then pulled back to flash a grin at her stunned face. It was somehow both deliciously wicked and invitingly warm. Candi caught a subtle musk that perfectly complemented Lindy's natural scent, and felt her pussy overflow. Her daze was broken by a drunken catcall from inside, but then she was being pulled out into the dark.
Lindy waved for a cab with the hand not pulling Candi, and soon they were in the back seat, kissing. Candi's mind melted even more than usual; with a man, she felt stabilized by their strength and forcefulness, but Lindy seemed to flow over and through her, a current of lust where Candi was a puddle.
"Wow, you're soaking the seat, girl! Heh, it's always the shy ones."
She felt her skirt hiked up, and her legs lifted to draw her panties down her thighs. Lindy's hands hooked the back of Candi's knees and then she maneuvered to bring her lips to Candi's leaking cunt. She'd never understood why it was called "eating pussy" before, but Lindy indeed seemed to be hungry for the meat of her clit and lips, diving in with enthusiasm and confidence where her male lovers had hesitated.
"Oh my god! Good thing I didn't have another drink or I wouldn't have room for all this juice!"
Candi felt a tongue lapping at her thighs as the attack on her vulva paused for a moment.
She was completely pliable to Lindy's will. She moaned and writhed, but otherwise held the position she'd been put in.
Lindy straightened up to get some air, but began pistoning two fingers in and out of Candi's sopping hole. The suddenness of the penetration made her gasp but presented no problem to her.
"Hey buddy, if you're not going to watch the road, pull over."
Candi could barely notice the movement of the cab, but they did come to a stop. The fingers paused a moment.
"Don't get any funny ideas. I don't mind an audience, but no touching. Think of it like a free show at the strip club."
The cabbie cleared his throat like he was eating a sock and mumbled "yes, ma'am."
Then Lindy's lips enclosed Candi's sex again. She swirled her tongue around and slowly closed her lips, gradually zeroing in on the clit. Candi seemed on the edge of cumming already, so she eased off, sucking hard but barely moving her tongue. Candi froze in place, and made little mewling noises.
Lindy pulled away again, her fingers speeding up to keep Candi's arousal from fading while asking "You ever watch girl on girl?"
Candi was insensible, but it turned out Lindy was talking to the driver.
"I... have. Yes. Ma'am."
"Well, there's a reason it's called that instead of 'lesbian.' What you're seeing now is a lot different than two straight girls putting on a show for straight guys."
The cabbie gulped loudly as Lindy returned her lips to Candi's clit.
Soon Lindy felt Candi bucking against her face, and she moved her fingers as fast as she could. Candi's pussy squeezed them rhythmically, and Lindy was certain she was about to cum.
She would have been right, too, except for Candi's conditioning. Lindy intensified her efforts, sure it must be any second, and Candi gasped and clenched harder. It was getting unbearable. She was pushed toward the edge for thirty more seconds that seemed like a lifetime before Lindy gave up.
"What's wrong? I could feel you about to cum, and then nothing."
Candi caught her breath, shuddering.
"I... don't... I... need to make a call."
"Uh, ok. I guess... we'll get moving again."
The cab pulled away from the curb as Candi dialed.
"If it helps, I thought you were doing pretty good," the cabbie said.
"Shut up."
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