Author's note: Welcome back, dear readers, for my latest story. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. Now for the disclaimers. This story features nonconsensual content. Rape is wrong. Don't do it. Everyone knows this. If you don't enjoy stories with this kind of content don't read them and don't whine about them in the comments. All characters who engage in sexual conduct are of age. Now, thank you for reading and on with the show.
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The door to the dingy club bathroom thudded against its neighbouring wall as two girls stumbled through. High pitched giggles and the uneven staccato of their high heels easily pierced the low buzz of old lights and what little of the muffled party music which filtered through the room's thick walls. The bathroom reeked of piss and stale alcohol, but the couple were too drunk to notice.
"Awwww, Joc, those two were toooooo cute," Lydia slurred as she half fell onto the nearest sink, barely reaching it before her long, toned legs gave out. The tall blonde made for a gorgeous sight, even in her current state. Her wavy, golden hair was let down past her shoulders, a rare escape from its usual ponytail. Numerous beers and half a dozen shots had left her skin flushed from her pretty face to her ample C cup breasts. Her true calling card, however, was the long, majestic pair of legs rising from the floor to a full, tight ass, all sculpted by nearly a decade of cross country training and races, which were currently displayed to the world by a medium length scarlet party dress with a scandalously high slit.
"Maybe to you. We... we are not having this... conversation again." Lydia turned, flashing her girlfriend a sultry grin as she watched her approach. Jocelyn was no ugly duckling, but few would call her a match for the blonde goddess. She was petite, only an inch or two over five feet tall with breasts that added just enough swell to her little black dress for her to avoid the dreaded label of 'flat chested' that had haunted her for much of high school. Her light brunette hair was in a pixie cut that framed a young looking face decorated at the moment by a fierce blush. She was steadier on her feet than Lydia, tripping over her words as much from embarrassment as from inebriation.
"C'moooon, Joc, you reaaaally need to get that cherry properly popped, real cock and all." Unlike her girlfriend who had never taken a lover before herself, Lydia was well versed in the art of lovemaking and well capable of enjoying herself with partners of either sex, or both. Her high school reputation as the easiest girl in town had been only slightly exaggerated but she had never minded, finding it oddly liberating instead of shameful. Once in college she had taken advantage of her newfound freedom for frequent trysts before meeting Jocelyn. Now, well, she loved the little lesbian fiercely but frequently found herself longing for the variety she was used to. "You know you love it when I pound that pretty pink pussy of yours with our little friend. It'll be just as good."
"T-That's not the same!" Jocelyn's blush deepened, her eyes instinctively darting around the bathroom to ensure there was no one present to overhear them. "Besides, don't you want me to be yours?"
Lydia couldn't help but roll her eyes at her girlfriend's exaggerated pout. No luck tonight it seemed. "Of course I do, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy sharing you every once in awhile."
"You're impossible." Jocelyn muttered, reaching to her shoulders to wrap her jacket around herself as a shield only to freeze as she found nothing there. "Crap."
It took Lydia's alcohol drenched brain several seconds to process her girlfriend's predicament before erupting into a fit of giggles. "I toooooold you you'd forget that thing!"
"Shit! Lydia, Where did I leave that jacket? I can't fucking leave without it, sis gave it to me." To the great surprise of most people she met, the bookish lesbian was known by her friends to swear like a sailor at the slightest provocation.
"Reeelaaax, you took it off at the bar, little stripper. I'm shhure its still there."
"Fuck, that's right. I'll go grab it and be back in five minutes. Will you be okay on your own?" The brunette visibly calmed, turning an appraising eye on her completely sloshed girlfriend.
"Fssshhh, I'm alone in a bathroom, I'll be fiiine." Lydia managed to dismissively wave one arm without losing her balance, but just barely. After a long, hesitant look, Jocelyn turned and stalked out of the bathroom leaving Lydia alone with her reflection in the mirror.
Alone, Lydia's smile fell and she shook her head wistfully. She really loved Jocelyn, so much she had agreed to this thousand-mile fall break roadtrip from LA to Seattle to spend thanksgiving with the girl's family, but she was getting tired of having the same arguments every time she tried to expand Joc's horizons in bed. It had been seven full months and then some since Lydia had last felt the familiar, ecstatic fullness of having a cock buried up her snatch and the last few weeks the urge had been building in her relentlessly. When the couple had stopped for the night outside Portland and decided to hit up a club before finishing the drive in the morning, Lydia was hopeful that with a bit of alcohol and the anonymity of being completely among strangers, Jocelyn might finally drop her inhibitions.
Early in the night they had met Axel and Jake, a pair of local boys in their early twenties who could have been brothers with their scruffy dark hair and chiseled faces. To Jocelyn's dismay, Lydia had spent hours flirting shamelessly and accepting drinks on the girls' behalf, shushing her girlfriend every time she tried to refuse. But as the hours ticked by Jocelyn had clearly not gotten more comfortable and when Lydia had whispered in her ear about taking the boys back to their hotel, she had been shot down hard. So they said their goodbyes to the dismayed pair, Jocelyn briskly and Lydia reluctantly, and headed towards their exit.
Hearing the bathroom door swing open, Lydia turned to greet her returning girlfriend only for the words to die on her lips as instead she saw a pair of familiar faces shuffling in.
"Oh, heeey guys," she called, "I'm sorry Joc is being such a buzzkill. I was reeeeally hoping she would open up so we could have some fun tonight." As she spoke, Lydia caught herself waggling her statuesque rear almost involuntarily for the boys' benefit. She bit hard on her lower lip, fighting to regain control of her body without realizing how the boys might interpret such an expression.
Axel and Jake shared a quick glance before Axel approached the drunk beauty while his friend drifted out of her sight in the direction of the stalls. "Well, we could always have ourselves a little party without her..." he suggested, a roguish grin spreading across his face as he settled a hand very low on her back.
