Author's Note: Alisa and Bianca are a happy couple together. One is an underdeveloped futanari and the other is a stacked babe respectively, but a night out, and some drinking, changes that. For better? Or for worse?
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Alisa moaned softly into her girlfriend's lips. She felt so hot and tight, yet smooth like velvet as Alisa was bathed in her pleasure. Alisa's hands roved across her lover's supple form, finding and cupping her delectable ass cheeks like two globes of sensual flesh. No one's ass compared to it, not in her mind. Particularly not as she brought her hand down on a cheek, feeling the tender layer of fat ripple over hard sinew. Perfect, Alisa thought rapturously.
"Hmm, you feel so good," Alisa panted hotly as she groped her lover's ass cheeks, feeling her clench in response.
"And you feel so hard," Bianca moaned lustfully and silenced her girlfriend with a strong kiss, finding and subduing her tongue. They pulled apart with a needful gasp. Bianca sat up and placed her hands onto Alisa's stomach, where her lightly toned abs more than supported her weight, "Ready for a ride?"
"Fuck yeah," Alisa beamed and laid her hands under her head, cocking an expectant eyebrow as she continued to lazily thrust her hips. Bianca chuckled huskily under her breath as she began to bounce up and down, rolling her stomach with each action as she clenched her depths around Alisa.
Bianca gazed down at Alisa, who stared up at her adoringly. This position was perfect in their eyes, allowing both to drink in the visage of their love. The bounce of Bianca's tits, the gentle curve and ripple of her smooth belly urged Alisa onward, yet it was her face that enraptured the smaller girl. It was that look in her eye, that glint of pure, undiluted lust and pleasure.
Alisa reached up and cupped her bouncing lover's tits. They were perfect, large without being overwhelming and perky despite their size, sitting high on Bianca's chest with twin dusky pink nipples capping them. Even covered they were so utterly enticing. And now Alisa could revel in their softness, while savouring the blazing moisture of Bianca's tight pussy. Few things captivated Alisa's attention as such a combination.
Bianca's ass was an intensely close second, though. Her cheeks were firm from her constant jogging and biking, tapering down into her thick thighs that framed Alisa's own comparatively thin legs. Some days Alisa wondered just what form of good deeds she had done to deserve such karma, not that she dwelled on it long. She wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially when that horse was a hot chick with a personality to match.
"I love you," Alisa moaned as she felt her orgasm rising.
"I love you too," Bianca panted above her, visibly nearing her limit as well, "It's a safe night so go wild," she whispered airily into her lover's ear.
"Well then," Alisa grunted and flipped them over so that she could thrust down into Bianca's snatch and bury her face in those luscious pillow-like mounds. Both panted and moaned, losing themselves in the act as pleasure mounted higher and higher. Alisa was too short to reach her girlfriend's face in such a position, however it hardly mattered at the time. What did was the swelling sensation in her groin and the tightness undulating around her.
"G-gonna cum, Anca," Alisa rasped and latched onto the closest nipple.
"Do it, Liz. Cum in me. I haven't had it in so long," Bianca responded in kind, bucking her hips against her lover's, who's tempo quickly became erratic. Both cried out in tandem as their orgasms crashed through them, sending jolts of pure electric ecstasy racing across their nerves and straight to their brains.
"So good," Bianca cried as she was filled, a sensation she hadn't experienced in what felt like months, despite only being a day, "So much," she moaned, basking in the sensations of her pussy beginning to overflow with semen.
Alisa never thought she'd have such a beautiful girlfriend, not one who so readily accepted her for what she was; a futanari. She had both a cock and pussy, both fully functional. More so, in fact as their conflicting natures led to her libido sky rocketing during puberty. Yet she couldn't keep a partner for long, not after they found out about her. It wasn't until now, her junior year at college, that she had met someone.
They'd met at a party that neither of them wanted to attend, but their roommates had coerced them into coming.
Alisa kept to the corners, sipping at an unbranded beer. She simply observed the partygoers, watching them have fun and laugh and dance. Some couples were getting closer, inhibitions slacking under the alcohol's effects, slow-dancing as they kissed and groped each other. One girl was getting particularly bold as she practically jerked her boyfriend off in plain view.
Alisa looked away from the display as soon as she could. Her secret pulsed behind her skirt, straining her underwear with its desire to freely enjoy the spectacles around her. No one noticed the blush in her cheeks to her relief, all of them preoccupied with the music, booze, girls and potential scandals. Alisa was glad to be exempt from that group, though she wished that she could talk to one of the hot girls. Maybe if they were drunk enough...? Alisa shook the thought from her head. She wasn't about to try and get someone drunk just to sleep with them.
Bianca couldn't stand frat parties. Or sorority parties. Or, indeed, any party in general. The music was always the same electric beat that pounded in her head and was always too loud, which meant that people would yell over it to have conversations, meaning that the volume would only rise. Not to mention how obnoxious people became when drunk, more so if they were already aggravating when sober. And the flirting. Bianca felt that she could write an epic on how terribly guys flirted when inebriated.
Yet, there she was, trying to blend into the wall behind her and nursing a cup of nondescript beer. Her roommate had begged for her to come, almost in tears saying that she wouldn't know anyone there. Bianca glared in her roommate's direction, but she didn't notice as she flirted with a couple of guys, and sighed. She could be in bed by now or studying or anything else more productive than this party.
Then Bianca spied a friendly face in a corner trying to hide away. Bianca waded through the throngs of people, eager for some form of companionship that wasn't either trying to score with her or get her to enjoy herself, and tapped on her chosen companion's shoulder.
"Hi!" Bianca shouted over the music. The girl shied away slightly.
"HI," she said, though it was almost completely lost under the overwhelming music.
"My name's Bianca, what's yours?"
"Alisa," the girl said, louder this time, though she was clearly uncomfortable.
"Want to go somewhere quieter?"
Alisa couldn't muster anything more than a nod. Why was this dictionary definition of 'babe' talking to her? For that matter, why was she trying to get her away from the party? Alisa followed after her, regardless of the reason. They climbed the stairs and found a vacant bedroom. Bianca closed the door behind them, shutting out most of the drone-like music. Alisa heard the hot girl and herself sigh in relief, then they shared a small laugh.
"Did your roommate drag you here as well?" Bianca asked, taking a seat on the bed and patting the space beside for Alisa to join her.
"Yeah," Alisa nodded and accepted the offer seat. She sat as far from Bianca as possible, though, not trusting her alcohol laxed brain to behave.
"So, what's your deal? You know, hiding in a corner?"
"Uh, well... I just don't do so good at parties, I guess? What about you?"
