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“See you tomorrow?” he asks.

“Sure, just give me enough time to get over my impending hangover. Let yourself out when you’re ready?”

             
Town is bustling and I just want to get on the dance floor. We arrive at one of my favourite bars along the strip. I come here most weekends because of the live cover bands they put on, so the bouncers and the bar staff know me well. I kiss the security boys on their cheeks as one of them gently nudges some of the overly drunken knob-heads standing right smack in the middle of the entrance. We sashay across the floor to order in some drinks. We detect we’re being noticed and enjoy it as we seductively approach the bar. Relished by the guys and loathed by the women who show enough care to hate us.

“Usual, double JD and coke, no straw?” one of them asks.

“Thanks for remembering gorgeous, but not tonight. Tonight we’d like two shots of flaming black Sambuca and a fish bowl cocktail to share please. One of those will do nicely,” I say pointing to the menu.

“Although, a little less ice though please babe
,” I hint winking at him.

“No problem beautiful.”

The bowl arrives.
Oooh it’s so perrrty.
Five layers of colours. I never remember what’s in it but am always in high spirits when I receive my tiered tub of delectable high to low level alcoholic spirits. It’s the strongest cocktail on the menu and that’s what really counts after all.

“Fuck me tenderly, that’s strong
,” I say taking a gulp, “just the way I like it.”

Tally
grabs at the monstrous drink and swallows a small mouthful.

“Oh shit, yeah it is.”

“Is that it you wuss?” I retort playfully.

“Oh fuck off,” and s
he ingests a more mammoth swig this time.

We
spot a nearby table. It’s unoccupied. But I notice two other girls eyeing it up.
Oh no, not tonight my lovelies!

I
diligently head in its direction dragging Tally close behind me, nimbly dodging scattered chairs and swaying people. The other two are trying the same but manage to get captured by a couple of boisterous guys who weren’t quite as willing to let them through.

T
riumphantly I seize our spot. As we take a seat, I instantly clock a group of girls bunched intimately into one of the cosy booths opposite us, one of which is staring at me and I mean non-stop. Their laughs reverberate across the dark smoky room.

Bitch, didn’t your mother teach you
it’s bad manners to stare? Freaky stalker cow!
I growl to myself.

T
ally and I chat and laugh as we wait for the band to start. I can’t help but look over at the table of women again – the girl’s still gawping.
For fuck sake woman, what the hell’s your problem?!
Then she smiles and winks at me.
Oh...I see.

I gratefully
and guiltily return the smile as I sip my cocktail then look to the stage as the banging of the drum kick starts the music. It’s loud and crazy and I love it.

Tally
and I get up and start to dance near our table. I have my hands in the air clapping and singing along when I notice ‘Sexy Smiley Girl’ gyrating right beside me. She’s not taking her eyes off of me. Oddly, I become a little coy.

What?! That’s not me
. I’m not shy. What the hell is wrong with me?!

I
turn my attention to Tally but she unexpectedly deserts me as she squeals and scuttles across the room to greet a friend she’s just recognised. So I collect my handbag and make my way to the ladies room. I stand at the mirror re-applying more lip gloss and ‘Sexy Smiley’ girl walks in shortly afterwards.

“Hi
,” she says as she looks at me through the mirror.

“Hey
,” I reply, shyly. 

“You’re gorgeous
,” she says.


Er, thank you,” I chuckle, embarrassed.

“Are you here with someone?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m with my friend. The girl with the long brown hair I was dancing with,”

“S
o she’s not your girlfriend?” she enquires further.

“Not in that way. No
,” I laugh.

“Are you into girls by any chance?”

“Er,” I’m taken aback by her direct approach.
Holy hell woman you don’t know the meaning of shy do you?!

“Well, actually, yes as it so happens
, I’m bi-sexual,” I openly admit, but can’t figure out why.

She
confidently makes her way over to me, grabs the back of my head and presses her lips against mine. Okay
then.
We tongue fuck each other’s throats until our lips hurt. She smells of sweet vanilla.

We
spin around the room slamming one another up against the walls; the hand dryers; the wash basins; everywhere. She forces her hand down into my jeans. They’re tight so obligingly I unbutton the top and release the zip a little. She pushes her hand inside my panties and massages my clit.
F...f...fucking hell that is utterly awesome!

As much
as the pleasure hurls right through me, I’m nervous that someone might walk in at any moment. Whilst that very thought arouses me even more I literally start to feel sick to my stomach with fear of being caught. Why the hell can’t I just be normal? Okay, as normal as confident, sexually risqué craved people are normal that is.

“Are you ok?” she asks.

She’s very clearly the dominant one right now. Even as much as I’ve imagined this type of scenario in my dirty mind, I guess it was always the safety of knowing it could never really happen. But alas, here we bloody are and I’m supposed to be loving every surreal moment of it all.

She senses my negligible trepidation and
takes my hand and leads me into the end cubicle. She locks the door behind us, shuts the toilet lid and sits me down. She straddles my legs as she looks down at me stroking my hair away from my face.

“You
’re really sexy,” she says as she leans in for another kiss and massages her pussy against my legs. I wrap my hands around her ass and pull her in closer. My neck becomes sore with her being higher up but I ignore it and lift her skirt, push her panties to the side and fill her pussy with my fingers. We’re equally brimming with excitement. My nipples look as if they’re trying to burst out of my breast-hugging blouse. They’re like two pink lollipops begging to be sucked. She unbuttons my delicate chiffon chemise freeing my round, pert breasts and works my tits, pinching and flicking my erect, excitable nipples.

I
back her off from my thighs, stand up, swap us both around and guide her onto the seat. I kneel down in front of her and spread her legs apart as I move my face towards her heated crotch. Her pussy is drenched with excitement and her clit throbbing with a need for attention. I moisten my finger and run it along her pussy, pulling back her labia exposing her clit even more.

Her hands pressing up against the sides of the cubicle, her legs lifted to her chin as I
slide my burning tongue along the centre of her clit, rapidly flicking it back and forth. She squirms about the seat heightened with a voracious pleasure.
Fortunately, from time to time, I carry my handy little travel-sized buzz-buzz in my bag.
I retrieve my purple vibrating apparatus, turn it to high and place it against her longing pussy.

“Oh
god yes!” she moans loudly as I tease and then stop; removing it and pushing it inside my own panties to let it do its work whilst I finish her off with my fingers and tongue.

I hold up my hand to her lips
, making her savour her sweet nectar. Within seconds she peaks and so do I.
Holy fuck balls.

Still k
neeling on the cold and probably piss-splashed floor she smiles down at me and pulls me up to my feet. She stands upright too and kisses my lips as she takes in more of her own taste and scent.

We right our clothes and exit the booth, making our way to the wash basins. We cool our flushed faces and sort our make-up as we grin at one another through the mirror.

“What’s your name by the way?” I ask trying to regain my breath as I giggle softly at the thought of doing what we just did without even knowing one another’s names.

“Taylor
,” she says, giving me a wink.

“Well Taylor
this has been the most arousing visit to the ladies I’ve ever had the pleasure of being pleasured with. I guess I’ll see you on the dance floor.”

I walk
towards the door as it swings open and the female bouncer walks in. I look back at Taylor and we chuckle cheekily, thinking the same thing. We had scarcely managed to escape being tossed out!

I make my way back to
Tally whose back at our table scanning scowling at some guy standing in front of her view of the drummer.

“Oh my
god Tal you won’t believe what just happened.”

“What? Are you ok? What’s happened?”
she asks worriedly.

I tell her breathlessly.

“No fucking way!” she shouts out and laughs.

“You slag!”

“Shut up,” I say giggling as I down the last few sips of our sharer bowl and drag her out the bar to the next one.

“S
o how was it?” she questions.

“It was good
. Fucking amazing actually. A major fucking turn-on is what that was.”

“Oh
god really? Fuck, you’re a dirty horny bitch. You’ll do it anywhere with anyone won’t you?!”
Hardly! “
I’ve never even kissed a girl and I haven’t had fucking sex in two of the longest months of my life!”

“Well I can safely say you should try it. Kissing a girl is sexy as hell. Of course,
if hell was sexy. Ah shit Tal, it’s so tantalising and moreish! And being finger-fucked by a female stranger in the toilets is even better,” I laugh.

“I’ll be sure to put that on
my list of things to do, but for now, let’s get pissed and dance,” she demands as she leads me into the next bar.

A few hours later, j
ust as we’re getting into the fun of the night, the room becomes the sound of loud muttering as the music is switched off and the beastly cow bell chimes.
Ah crap!
We squint as the unflattering lighting is switched on and blinds us.
Double crap, I hate this part.

“One last chance to get a really good look at the person you’re considering going home with tonight people,” shouts one of the bar keepers as the rest of them laugh. 

And for that exact reason is why I despise not making it out of the bar before those fucking lights go on. Beady blood shot eyes and sweaty hair is so not a good look. We quickly pick up our bags and head out into the dark cold night to grab a taxi.

Twenty minutes
and a greasy kebab later we arrive home. Our tired faces washed and teeth brushed as we relax our pissed selves side by side on my firm snug square king, laughing about the night’s events.


So...you mentioned I should try kissing a girl,”

“I did indeed
,” I smile naughtily. There’s about a minute’s pause, as I sadistically leave her to stew a bit in awkwardness. Then I put her out of her misery by breaking the silence with a mischievous snort from the chuckle I’ve been trying to contain under my breath.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
I ask her.

“Most probably not you hussy, but why don’t you
tell me and I’ll let you know if you’re on the right track or not,” she teases.

“I tell you what
, I’ll do one better and I’ll show you instead,” I say as I pounce on top of her, pulling off her vest exposing her beautifully tanned breasts. I lean in towards her face and she cracks up laughing.

“Are we seriously doing this?” she asks.

“Oh yes we’re so doing this. You need a good seeing to. TWO months remember. Take it where you can get it bitch,” I mock.

“Now stop laughing and pucker up.”

I kiss her and she smiles, almost on the verge of laughing again, but then soon goes with it and starts to enjoy it. She wraps her hands around my waist then tickles up and down along my spine and in my hair, pulling me in closer to her.

I run my nails along her chest and across her boobs, gently pinching her
stiff nipples. I make my way down to her pussy and pull down her underwear. She attempts to push my head away.

“No
, I don’t know if I can do this with you. We’re best friends.”

“And don’t all best friends share
and try new things together?” I ask jokingly.

“Yeah but how we
gonna feel tomorrow when we’re sober?” she asks embarrassed.


Argh! Are you gonna shut your mouth and let me get on with this or what woman?”

“Ok fuck it, let’
s do it. Fuck me bitch, fuck me,” she commands playfully, and I continue to lick her pussy with teasing strokes.

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