I was drunk. That's the best explanation I have. I was at the bar, my friends were there, and I was having a good time. One by one, they left, and I struck up a conversation with a girl. We talked about makeup, about guys and dating, about all the little things. She was fun! After my friends had left and I was more than a little drunk, she asked me what I was doing.
"I guess just get an Uber and go home. Order pizza. I don't have anything at home."
"Why don't I take you? You wouldn't have to take an Uber."
"No, I couldn't ask you to do that!"
"You're not asking anything. And I have a couple bottles of wine."
"I really shouldn't."
"Come on, it'll be fun! We'll listen to music!"
"No... I couldn't ask you to do that."
"I told you, you didn't ask, and I'm not either. You're riding with me. It's settled."
"No! Really, I'll be fine."
"I told you, I'm giving you a ride."
And I guess that was that. I settled my tab as she told me to, and she dragged me out of the bar. She turned the radio up loud, we smoked cigarettes and laughed, pulled up to her house. It was nice. Small but cute, wood frame, close to the bar. When she pulled up she waited for me and grabbed my hand, laughing, and showed me her house. It was two storey, old but clean and cute.
"I'll get the wine, you do the music. Just turn on the TV, it's Spotify. Super easy," she said. And went into the kitchen.
"Ok..." I turned on the TV, and sure enough, Spotify was right there. I settled on some classics, old disco and early rock stuff. She came in juggling a couple glasses of red wine and a bottle. She shrieked in a silly, girly way, and dropped the glasses down in a rush. It was "867-5309 (Jenny)"... Jenny, do you have my number? You know it. Lol... so good.
Anyway, she grabbed my hands and pulled me off the couch, and just like that we were dancing. Pulling our hair up, shaking our heads, turning to each other and singing at the top of our lungs. It was crazy, and we found time after the second or third song to pick up the wine glasses. She excused herself to "get more comfortable," and I didn't think anything about it.
Until she came back. Oh wow.
She was wearing the sexiest thing I've ever seen. High heel boots, black, covering most of her thighs, over fishnet stockings with an honest-to-God garter belt. The garter belt was red but the stockings black. A black corset pushing up her breasts which were only barely covered by some sort of Victoria's Secret bra that was obviously built more for making your boobs look good than support. And her panties? A strip of fabric that barely covered her private parts with a string running through her ass cheeks.
Obviously, I was weirded out. But she acted like it wasn't anything, and refilled my glass. Pulled me up and danced. I got over her being dressed the way she was, I guess, and I danced with her. I was feeling a little creeped out but I was having fun.
Then she kissed me.
I didn't expect that, and I wasn't looking for it, but it happened. She grabbed me, and kissed me. And yeah, she was good. It didn't take long for me to kiss her back.
I feel weird talking about this now. I'm not gay. I'm not bi either. Just, we were having fun.
Anyway, we danced, and she kissed me. And I was fucking horny.
"I want to try something," she said, and pushed me down on the couch. She fell to her knees in front of me and put her hands on my knees and started sliding her hands up towards the hem of my jeans skirt.
"No! That's not what I want."
"Look, you knew what this was."
"No! I didn't want this."
"Ok, but you knew it might be like this."
"I guess. But I'm not into women. I don't want to have sex with you!"
"Bullshit. You knew you might have sex."
"..."
"Look, just close your eyes and relax."
She sunk a little lower, looking up at me, and kissed my knee, then then inside of my knee, as her hands encouraged me to spread my legs. I did close my eyes for a minute and let my knees part, just a little. Then a little more as her lips and the occasional brush of her tongue brushed my thighs.
I couldn't do it... I couldn't keep my eyes closed. She was still looking up at me as she slowly worked her way up my thighs. It was fucking hot. Her hands slid underneath my skirt and found the band of my panties, and she slowly pulled them off, making eye contact all the time. She tossed my panties to the floor and started back at my knees, kissing and gently licking her way up my thighs. I didn't resist this time and spread my legs, exposing my pussy, but she didn't just right at it. She slowly teased her way up my legs and then licked just outside my labia, then kissed up to the very top of my slit.
She opened her eyes wide, locked eyes with me, and slowly extended her tongue out and very.. very... slowly flicked my clit with her tongue. I was gone. It was just too fucking hot, and the gentle brush of her tongue was almost too much. I moaned, and wanted her to dive in now, but she didn't. She slowly licked my clit and then kissed around it, then licked again. Every brush of her tongue brought another moan. She was seriously driving me crazy.
She had patience too. I have no idea how long she did this, but it had to be minutes, and by the time she spread my lips I was ready to beg her. She started slow here too, running her tongue down my outer labia then slowly crossing my hole and licking all the way up the other side. I thought she'd attack my clit then, and moaned and writhed, but she put her tongue down at my hole, and incredibly slowly slid up, up between my inner labia, until she reached my clit.
She really gave it to me. Her lips fastened around my clit, she sucked to pull it up into her mouth and her tongue made a sharp point and searched around the hood, hitting the most sensitive area with an incredible intensity. I gasped and gave a little shriek, and then another as two finger thrust unexpectedly into my sloppy wet hole. She went to work with a will, fucking me hard with her fingers while her tongue and lips worked on my clit and lips, using her mouth to bring intense sensations then following up with the digits pounding me while she licked up and down my lips.
The whole time she made eye contact. Wow! It was crazy, and somehow the fact it was a woman going down on me even made it hotter.
It wasn't long before I started to moan for real, and felt the orgasm coming. She must have felt it too... damn, she was good. I wondered how many women she'd done this too. She worked me up to a fever pitch, thrusting with the fingers and her teeth now gently nibbling a bit as her tongue worked on me. She didn't quite let me come at first, and now I did beg.
"Please! Please! Do it! Make Me Come!"
She let me beg a couple times, then she dialed her intensity up and it was more than I could take. I let loose, screaming and moaning, and she was relentless. She didn't let up, the fingers pounded my snatch and her mouth was fastened around my clit and all my bucking didn't shake her off. She kept at it through the most intense orgasm of my life, and only slowed down as the orgasm passed.
But she didn't stop. I had some serious post-orgasm sensitivity, and it seemed like she knew just what to do with it. She was gentle, but even the slightest touch sent shocks through my body. I know it's a dirty was to say it, but she played my pussy like a musical instrument, and I was helpless. It was mere seconds before she had me approaching a second orgasm, and somehow she took me from that super-sensitive state into full on orgasm, and again I was screaming, back arched, and she fasted on just like before as I shivered and quaked. This one wasn't quite as intense as the first but it lasted a long, long time. I don't even know. I blacked out a little, but it seemed like she could keep it going however long she wanted and didn't have dinner plans. Fuck!
Finally it subsided, and I begged her again. This time, it was, "Please! Oh God! Oh! That's enough! I can't take more!"
That didn't work. She did her super-sensitive magic again, this time being a little less gentle, and I was moaning and bucking partially in pleasure and partially in the almost-painful, ticklish sensitivity. She fended off my feeble attempts to push her away and I was on my way to my third orgasm in maybe two minutes.
This time she was half eager lover and half terrible nature goddess, pounding me hard and there had to be at least four fingers in me now, probing deep and stretching me in a way that was just painful enough somehow, while her teeth made repeat visits to my labia and even directly on my clit. It was too much, and I was screaming, but she wasn't having any of it as she dragged me, crawling and crying, into the most weird and powerful orgasm yet. This time it was both intense, and it lasted. She had the knack of adding just a bit more pain, another powerful thrust, an intense lick at just the right time to send wave after pleasure through me. I did black out now. That must have convinced her to stop, because when I came too, she was reclining on the couch arm, one leg up on the couch and the other on the floor, exposing her obviously-wet sex with only the tiny G-string to cover it. She had a catlike smirk, and her face was still covered with my juices.
"So, how was that, sweetie?" she asked, archly. She obviously knew how it was. For that matter, so did the whole zip code.
