I took a deep breath as I looked up at the flashing neon lights. One of my coworkers, Diane, had invited me to join her and her friends for a drink at "Give It A Shot," a local dyke bar. Since I was new to the city and was still trying to make friends, I did not think a beer would be a bad way to start. Plus, I had a bit of a crush on Diane. We would sometimes flirt at work, I knew it was nothing serious, but I was looking forward to seeing her outside of the office.
Cigarette smoke and cheap perfume wafted towards me as I walked inside, glad that I spotted my coworker right away. Diane turned right before I could tap her on the shoulder and beamed, "Holly, you made it! You look great!"
I blushed. I was wearing something I usually wouldn't, but I was hoping to impress my new friends and did not want to seem too prudish. I was wearing a low cut black blouse that really drew attention to my ample tits and jeans that hugged me in all of the right spots. I felt sexy, but still a little self-conscious.
Diane gestured to her two other friends, "This is Sara." Diane was pointing at the rather butch woman with a strong jaw, half shaved head, and septum piercing. She then pointed at the other woman who looked quite plain except for her lip ring and playful smirk that I immediately found sexy, "And this is Alex."
"Nice to meet you," I smiled politely.
"Have a seat. What are you drinking," Alex asked, gesturing for the bartender.
"I think just a Yuengling for now," I answered while taking a seat. I realized my fingers were nervously fluttering up and down on my knees. I was never very good at meeting new people. However, after I finished my beer and moved onto harder stuff, the conversation began to flow much easier.
It became clear to me that Sara and Alex were a couple and I could not help but grin at their loving glances and gentle touches. There were many subtle moments when their bodies would press together and their mouths would meet for just a moment. Diane, on the other hand, was rubbing my thigh with such vigor that it could not be ignored. Though this felt somewhat strange, I really did not mind; it was almost comforting. I felt like we were all old friends out after a long day. The only strange thing was when the conversation lagged I noticed Sara, Alex, and Diane sort of staring at my chest or Sara's gaze would land on Diane's hand creeping further up my thigh. Occasionally they would all exchange knowing looks...I kept feeling like I was missing something, but dismissed my thoughts as the conversation would pick back up again.
At another conversational lull, Sara abruptly stood up, "I'm tired of sitting. Let's move to the dance floor."
"I'm game," I said, standing up too.
They all glanced at each other again and their eyes twinkled. For a moment I felt that I was the butt of a joke and suppressed a pout. Diane grabbed my hand as we moved towards the dance floor and flashed me a wicked smile. I smiled back warily.
I began to relax again when a familiar club song came on. I allowed the alcohol in my system to loosen up my body and to control the hypnotic swiveling of my hips; I beamed at my new friends. My brain was feeling a little foggy, but I loved it.
"I needed this," I thought to myself dazedly.
Daine's hand crept its way back to my body, she held onto my hip hard. I felt her fingers digging into my sides and her chest against my back. Her breath was hot on my neck as her hands began to explore my body. I began to feel tense again as I made eye contact with Alex and Sara. They looked at us lustfully and moved closer. I was suddenly sandwiched between Alex, Sara, and Diane; I began to feel overwhelmed, but also very aroused. It had been awhile since I had been touched this way. Diane's hands were soon under my shirt, massaging my breasts. Alex bent forward and kissed my throat while Sara slid a hand between my legs, her other hand was squeezing Alex's ass. I moaned aloud and Diane chuckled, pinching my nipples and rolling them between her pointer fingers and thumbs. I felt myself getting wet and my face flushing.
Sara said something, but I couldn't hear her over the music and rushing in my ears. Alex nodded and Diane abruptly pulled her hands out from under my shirt and grabbed my wrist. She began pulling me away from the dance floor and towards the front door. Alex and Sara were right behind us, chattering away as if everything was normal. I was so confused and dizzy as we stepped out into the hot summer night air. I opened my mouth to ask what we were doing when Alex put her hand over my lips roughly and said, "We're going to play. Be quiet."
I must have looked startled because they all laughed before continuing to push and pull me through the bar's parking lot. We got to a big van and Diane threw open the back doors. There was absolutely nothing in the trunk area, just empty space and towels laid on the van's floor along with a shoe box; it was almost the size of a walk in closet. There were no back windows and the only light in the van was coming from the bar's neon glow coming through the windshield. It reminded me of the van I used to smoke pot in with my best friend in high school.
