22 comments/ 50357 views/ 66 favorites An Accidental Awakening By: SexyBrunette000 This is my first story to be posted in several years and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have. More chapters will be added if readers seem to enjoy the characters and story line. I have my fingers crossed! Please feel free to vote, comment, and send feedback. All are greatly appreciated! Enjoy! *All characters portrayed are of legal age and do not represent any one particular person.* ------------------------------- The tissue box is empty and my heart is in a million pieces. I sound like a cliché, don't I? At least there aren't pints of ice cream in my system. Oh great, that's the only thing I have going for me – I didn't binge on ice cream. Way to go, Ashley. The relationship I thought was the one and only of my life is over and it ended messy. He cheated and I caught him red-handed or as my friend Cara likes to put it, dick in a whore. She's right of course but I haven't made it to my anger phase yet. I'm still firmly planted in broken and sad land. The worst part is I don't know how to get out. It's only been three days since I caught Brent in bed with a girl he had just met and I'm still kind of amazed that life is supposed to keep going. I went from being in what I thought was a happy relationship living with the man I loved to living alone and being alone. Cara would kill me if she knew I was wallowing like this since she believes I should just set his stuff on fire and go get laid. If I'm totally honest a part of me screams hell yes at that idea but I'm still pulling myself up from the pile this breakup has left me in. I should probably just listen to Cara though. It sounds better than sitting in on the couch in sweats watching movies and crying even when they're funny. So yeah, here I am being a blubbering mess waiting for something to happen. I don't know what that is yet but I just feel like I'm in limbo. What am I supposed to do now? There's a loud banging noise. It's annoying. I roll over and pull the blanket over my head. The banging starts again and I realize it's not a dream but someone at my door. When did I fall asleep? I roll off the couch and make my way to the entry way dragging my blanket behind me. I can hear Cara cursing on the other side of the door before I even reach for the knob and find her looking highly annoyed when it's open. She quickly looks me up and down before shaking her head and pushing past me. I don't even bother glancing in the mirror next to the door before following her into the kitchen. She's glaring at me as soon I as I walk in and I brace myself for the whirlwind that is my friend. "So, is hobo chic the look you're going for or did your shower break and you forgot how to use the sink?" Ouch! I don't even try to answer that and plop onto one of my barstools and lean my head on my hand. I feel defeated and I'm pretty sure that's exactly how I look. Cara sighs. "Ok. I know how hard this is. Troy cheated on me after three years together, remember? I get it! But you can't let it beat you down like this. It's pathetic and I love you too much to let you. So, what are you going to do about it?" She's looking at me expectantly as if I should already have a master plan. I blink at her a few times before shrugging and laying my head on the counter. When did I become this person? I'm not normally like this. A brief thought pops in my head that this might be what depression is but it's fleeting and I'm soon distracted by Cara yanking my blanket off me and pulling me out of the kitchen. I'm being dragged down the hallway listening to Cara mumble to herself that she has to do everything and that I'm a hot mess straight into the bathroom. She quickly flips the shower on and then turns on me with a determined look in her eye. I do nothing but stand there. "Ashley! Wake the hell up! If you can't do this yourself then I'm doing it for you. You're going to get your ass in this shower right now and when you're done all this moping around is over. Do you hear me? Over!" She's fuming. I take a deep breath but I don't understand what she expects me to do. How does a shower fix this? Sounds like a lot of pressure for a bottle of soap and hot water. I realize I haven't spoken once since she got here and finally find my voice. "I don't think a shower makes everything all better, Cara." She glares at me again and then rolls her eyes. I catch my reflection in the mirror and wince. So maybe a shower can fix at least one thing. Just when I think Cara is heading out of the bathroom she whirls back around. We stare at each other for a moment. Finally she says, "I want you to get it all out in that shower. Cry, scream and swear if you have to. Hit the walls if it makes you feel better but get it all out in there. You have to release it and then move forward. You'll be fine, babe. I won't let you be anything else and you know that. Brent is an ass and you deserve better, so you fall apart in that shower but then you put yourself back together. I better see my friend out here clean and ready to live again because I will drag you kicking and screaming otherwise." With that she closed the door and I felt myself smile a little at my determined and loyal friend. I did exactly what she said. I cried and cried in that shower. I sat on the floor and sobbed. I threw a shampoo bottle against the wall. I screamed and cursed his name. At some point I realized the tears had stopped and I felt a bit of the tension release. I washed and enjoyed the warmness. I even shaved my legs which were in dire need of a razor. By the time I turned the shower off I felt a bit more like myself. Did the shower make everything all better? No of course not. It did help something though. Feeling clean has a way of feeling like a new start even if it's just the start of a new day. I pampered myself a bit. I lathered on lotion, I braided my hair, and made myself put on a pretty bra and matching underwear. It wasn't necessary but I took Cara's words to heart and decided I needed a boost of confidence even if it's a minor one. As I wandered back out into the living room I was surprised at what she had accomplished while I showered. Trash was picked up and the blinds were open. The sink was empty of dirty dishes and I could hear the dishwasher running. I think she even sprayed air freshener or maybe lit a candle. Maybe I let housework fall by the wayside a little. Ok, fine it was a total mess in here. I should probably feel embarrassed by that and the fact that my friend just cleaned up after me like I was a child but I don't. I just feel grateful. "There she is!" Cara is sitting at my dining table with two mugs of steaming coffee wearing a grin. I sit opposite her and sip my coffee trying to pretend like I don't know what she's waiting for. She knows she was right and she wants me to admit it. I give in. "You were right. I know that's what you want to hear but I mean it. I needed that. I needed my ass kicked into gear and I really needed that shower." I give her a real smile and she seems to release a breath I didn't know she was holding. "Well, I hope you shampooed twice." She gave a wink with that little barb and I can't help but smile again. "Good then! You're smiling again, you look like you've come back to life and I feel like a fairy godmother." Oh how I love her. We spent a while chatting at that table and drinking coffee. We didn't talk about Brent or the whore but just talking felt good. She caught me up on some gossip and talked me into going out the next night with her and some of her work friends. She finally wound our conversation back to more serious topics and asked if I managed to work at all while I've been holed up in here. I haven't and internally flinch at the amount of work that has probably piled up. I work from home running my own business of selling sex toys. I do quite well but I can only imagine the amount of backlogged emails, phone calls, and orders waiting for me in the other room. Cara offers to help sort through what needs to be done and we lose several hours in my home office returning calls and emails and talking with my distributor to make sure orders are filled and shipped. We manage a pretty big dent in the mess I made before Cara needs to leave for a drink meeting with a client. She's in public relations so late night meetings are the norm for her. I don't know what I would have done without her. I give her a big hug and thank her again before she leaves. As she heads down the hallway from my apartment she tosses a lighthearted warning over her shoulder that I better be ready for some fun tomorrow night because she will accept nothing less. The next day I'm better. I get several hours of work in and even started up a new ad campaign as well as secured myself a booth spot at an upcoming sex toy show. I did laundry and ordered some new clothes online as an additional pick me up. I feel pretty good. I realize I'm simply pushing aside the pain and memories of my failed relationship but at the moment it feels like what I need to do. I don't want Brent back for anything and everything that belonged to him is already gone so I just keep trying to find happiness even in small things like clothes, delicious coffee, and good music. My phone dings a little bit after lunch with a text from Cara, *don't forget about tonight! Dress hottttt!!* Hmm. A night out dancing and drinking will be fun but I hope she's not expecting me to hook up with anyone. I'm not there yet. But, if I don't dress up she won't let me leave here until I do so I head to my closet to surrender to the dress code demand. Hours later I'm freshly showered and shaved. My hair and makeup are done and I'm in a good mood. I'm still not dressed but have narrowed down my choices to two options. Laid out on my bed are a fitted black mini dress and tight jeans with a red crop top. For a brief second I want to just wrap up in a fluffy robe and sweatpants but finally decide on the dress and killer heels. My feet will hurt later but I love how my legs look in this dress and it will be fun to feel sexy for the night. I still refuse to hook up with anyone but some flirting won't hurt and feeling wanted will go a long way right now. Cara finally arrives looking amazing in a pink bandage dress and approving of my dress choice as well. If anything she looks surprised and a bit relieved. I give her a questioning look but she ignores it. We're quickly outside and in a cab heading to a club to meet up with the other girls. I actually start getting excited the closer we get and realize how much I need this. Once again Cara is right and I wonder if she will ever let me forget it. Probably not. The club is busy and there seems to be an endless line at the door. One perk of clubbing with Cara is you never have to wait in line. Everyone knows her and catering to her means good press for them. It's a win-win for everyone except the annoyed people glaring at us from behind the rope. The girls give evil eyes while the guys ogle and try to get our attention hoping to piggyback their way in. It never works. Cara introduces me to her friends from work at the door and the four of us head in to the booming club ready for some fun. Drinks are up first and they're complimentary as well. I start with a top-shelf cosmo and it goes down oh so smooth. This really was a good idea. There's such a mix of people in this club and it just oozes sex. Hell, people are practically fucking on the dance floor. I've never been to this particular club before but I can tell that everyone here is looking for one thing -hot sex. I try to steel my resolve of not hooking up and think I may be the only one here with that goal. I'm questioning my choice of dress when Cara and her friend Jen grab my hand and we move through the crowd following Amanda straight into the center of the dancing mob. I shake off my doubts and let myself get taken away by the music. That's why we're here right? Song after song the four of us dance together and I find myself getting pretty close to Jen. I'm not usually one for over the top girl-on-girl dancing but I just go with it when she pulls me in. I see Cara laugh at us but she's quickly distracted by a guy rubbing up against her. It's not long before I feel a set of large hands on my hips and a body against my back. Jen continues to dance in front of me and I allow this random guy to join in the fun. I tried looking over my shoulder to see his face but with the darkness and pulsing lights I couldn't see anything other than he was tall. Oh screw it! It's just dancing and if he knows how to move than who cares what his face looks like. We continue dancing and I completely forget about Jen and start to really move with this guy. Our hips find a rhythm and his hands start to wander away from my hips. First they move around to palm my stomach and pull me even closer. I grind against him more in time with the music and I can feel him growing beneath his pants. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that it was because of me and I felt myself grin. I look up to find Cara and the girls as the mystery man behind me continues to move his hands upward but they're all gone except Jen. She's dancing with some guy but he seems more into it than she does. We catch each other's eye and she gives me a smile and wiggles in the guy's hands. My mystery man has become pretty brave all the sudden and one hand has boldly cupped my breast. I'm surprised to find myself getting a little aroused as he gently squeezes but then a pang of guilt hits just as quickly. Guilt! Guilt for what? I haven't done a damn thing wrong and deserve to have fun. I tilt my head back against his shoulder and continue to move against him. This isn't like me at all but I've decided not to care. I thought I only wanted to dance and drink but I realize I want to feel wanted. I want to feel sexy and I want to have fun. So screw being prim and proper and I push my breasts into his hands and wrap one of my arms up behind his head. All the while Jen is watching me and watching the hands of this hard stranger behind me. One thing I haven't decided is what I like more, this guy's hands on me or being watched so intently. I turn around in his arms to finally see his face and freeze as soon as I look up. Justin! No! He grins at me and I bubble over in anger and slap him across the face. Why did it have to be him of all people? I see his shock and confusion as I push him away and head straight for the ladies room. I'm reeling in embarrassment and anger. I'm mad at him but even more at myself. I can't believe I was rubbing up against the one guy I would have paid money never to see again. The guy who is my only one night stand from two years ago that was by far the worst sex I've ever had. The idiot promptly farted and fell asleep as soon as we finished. He even still had the condom on as he passed out. Disgusting! I knock some drunken girl out of the way and basically steal the bathroom right out from under her. I can hear girls yelling as I pass and a couple of them bang on the door since I have completely skipped the line and locked them out. Suddenly one of the doors to a stall swings open and a girl stumbles out and barely even notices that I'm there. She completely bypasses the sink and heads right for the door. The fact that it's locked is beyond her comprehension and I literally unlock it and push her out. Just before I shut the door Jen appears and I let her in. Girls are still lined up outside and some try to push the door open but Jen tells them to fuck off before slamming it shut and locking it once again. There will probably be a riot out there soon. Jen has made her way over to the mirrors and is fixing her hair and I wonder why she even wanted to come in here. Looking around it's not like it's a nice place. It's badly lit, there are random pieces of toilet paper on the floor, and stains all over that I don't even want to think about. I turn back to Jen and blurt out, "So this night really fucking sucks!" She turns around and gives me a small smile, shrugs and says, "I'm pretty sure it's worse for that guy you bitch slapped." I snort. He's lucky I didn't knee him in the balls. Suddenly Jen laughs and I realize I said that out loud instead of in my head. What a night. Before I know it I'm spilling everything to Jen and she listens intently. I tell her all about Brent cheating and catching him with that whore's legs wrapped around his neck. "He never did that with me! Do you know how much I would have loved to be really fucked like that? But no! We did hum drum boring sex always in the same position and you know what? It sucked! I admit it! It sucked and I faked my orgasms on a regular basis. I should have screamed that at him when I kicked him out, see how he liked that. Bastard." I'm rambling but Jen keeps listening and I don't seem to have an off switch. I continue, "Just when I decide to let go and have some fun it blows up in my face! That guy I was dancing with was my worst nightmare come back to haunt me." She looks at me expectantly so I keep going, "I've been with that guy before. His name is Justin and he should come with a warning label – worst sex ever! But you know what? That's not even the worst part. The worst part is I haven't had an orgasm in over a month!" I slump against the counter and look up at Jen to find her gaping at me. "It's been over a month?" She whispered that question in horror and I sadly agree it's true. She seems to be thinking and then shakes her head no and says, "I don't get it. I know you said you faked it with your ex but that's what vibrators are for sweetie!" I laugh because she's right and obviously I have no shortage of those around with the business but I haven't used them. It's not what I wanted and I say so. I didn't want a battery and a quick buzz. I wanted something real. I shrug again and go for a change of subject and ask her what happened to the guy she was with. She smiles at me again and simply says, "He wasn't the one I was interested in. I was just passing time." So I was right, she wasn't into him. I wonder why she doesn't just go after the guy she does want. She looks fantastic in her tight jeans and top. Any guy in here would be all over her given the opportunity. After quite a pause she finishes with, "I'm not sure the person I want is interested." Huh. I guess everyone has insecure days. I tell her she should just go for it and that she doesn't need to be hiding out in a bathroom with me. I realize the women outside are pounding on the door again or maybe they never stopped. I just sigh and start to walk towards it to leave when Jen grabs my hand and pulls me back. I'm completely caught off guard and wobble a bit on my heels but she quickly pushes me against the wall by the sink and says, "They can wait." After the slightest pause she kisses me. It's soft at first and I can tell she's waiting for me to respond. Part of me wants to push her away because, well I don't know why, because it feels so fantastic. I kiss her back without even consciously deciding to. I'm not drunk but maybe she is. I don't know what this is and we'll both probably completely regret this later but wow, she can kiss. Her hands move to my head and hold me to her mouth and I find my hands on her hips pulling her in closer. Abruptly Jen pulls away and looks at me. Our hands haven't moved and I think we're both waiting for the other to speak first. I hear my voice say, "I didn't know you were...gay." She keeps the straightest face and says she didn't know I was either. Hmm. Touché. I feel her hands start to let go of my face and the intense need inside me to still be connected to her takes over and I pull her to me and kiss her. Her mouth tastes so sweet and it seems like I can feel every stroke of her tongue all over my body. I haven't been kissed like this is a long time. Maybe never! One of Jen's hands slowly slides down the side of my neck to the skin just below my throat. Her touch tingles all over and I yearn for more. Her hand continues down my chest and skims over the top of my breasts just above the edge of my dress. My skin prickles at the contact. Her fingers continue their back and forth path and one dips below the top of my dress between my breasts. I actually give a very quiet moan and I can feel her smile against my mouth. Oh this is good. Simple yet so good. An Accidental Awakening Ch. 02 *This is the second chapter in a two part series. If you have not read An Accidental Awakening -- Chapter 1 then I suggest you read that first. Then I hope you come back to this story and enjoy the sexy continuation! For those who have already read the first installment, I truly hope you enjoy this addition. I know everyone has their own ideas as to where the characters should go but I felt like this path was a natural progression for their personalities. I hope you agree. Please leave comments and ratings as well as send feedback! I always love reading every single one. Oh and the length is worth it! Enjoy! **All characters are of legal age and do not represent any particular person.** * I'm minutes away from finally facing Cara after my night out with the girls turned first lesbian experience. It's been about a week since Jen and I spent the night together and somehow I've managed to avoid Cara and her never ending questions. She came by the apartment the next day but I was still with Jen at her place. She has called me a million and a half times as well but I've only responded via text and blamed being busy with the business as my excuse for the lack of calls back. I've been avoiding her, I admit it. I'm not ashamed of what Jen and I have been doing but I think Cara will make a big deal of it and I didn't feel like having to explain myself yet. I just wanted to enjoy. Cara was out of town for a family reunion for the majority of the week and now that she's back I'm heading to her apartment to finally face her onslaught of questions. I can't blame her too much though. To see one friend's hand under the dress of another is pretty shocking and to get absolutely no answers about it afterwards would drive anyone mad. Jen has been avoiding her questions too so I won't be surprised if Cara jumps me the second I'm in the door. Just as I'm pulling into a space outside the apartment building I get a text from Jen. *Good luck with the interrogation tonight!* Ha! No kidding. I toss my phone in my purse and make my way inside. I'm in the elevator a moment later and find myself sharing it with an older man that is trying to discretely check me out in the mirrored walls. I check my reflection and smile at myself. Since spending time with Jen I've become a bit more adventurous in my wardrobe. I guess my confidence is showing through. I slightly adjust my miniskirt and admire the way it shows off my long legs and shapely behind. The older man is now leaning back on his heels admiring the same thing. Personally, I think my breasts look the best in this outfit. I'm wearing a loose fitting top that drapes across my body but its low cut and plenty of cleavage is on display. I don't have the largest breasts in the world but they're a perky mid-sized pair and I've never had any complaints. I flip my shoulder length auburn hair behind me and give the man a wink. He hisses out a breath and says, "Oh if I were twenty years younger. This old man will just have to settle for a nice view." He smiles and exits two floors below Cara's and I giggle the rest of the way up. I don't even have a chance to knock more than once before Cara yanks her door open and says, "It's about damn time missy! Get your ass in here and be ready to spill!" This should be interesting. I don't think she will be judgmental about the whole thing since she's generally an open-minded person and she already knew Jen swung both ways. I just think me being involved with her will be that part that she'll have a hard time wrapping her mind around. It will be a shock. It sure as hell was for me! I plop myself down onto her comfy couch and look at her with a smirk. She's standing in the middle of the living room now with her arms crossed waiting for the details she's probably been obsessing over for the last week. We're both waiting for the other one to start. I lift my legs onto the couch and cross them at the ankles. I can do this all day Cara! I give her a grin and she throws her hands up in the air before shoving my feet out of the way and sitting at the opposite end of the couch. Once she settles in she says, "Nice skirt. Not your usual daytime attire." She winks and I know she's joking to breaking the silence. I shrug and tell her I felt like showing a bit of skin today. She nods and says I succeeded. This is kind of fun. She wants to know what happened but hasn't directly asked yet. I see her bite her lip and realize now that I'm here she's not sure how to ask. Oh, this is funny! I put her out of her misery and ask her what wants to know. With a roll of her eyes she begins, "Oh please! You know exactly what I want to know. I know what I saw in that cab last week. Jen's hand was clearly between your legs and you didn't exactly look shocked about it. What's going on with you two? And don't you dare be short on the details!" I can't help but laugh at her. I finally give her what she wants and explain what happened in the club bathroom and then in the cab while she and Amanda talked. Her eyes grew wider with each new development and when I get to the point of her seeing us she interrupts. Shaking her head in disbelief she says, "Wait! You two played around in the bathroom and then did it again while we were all in the cab? Holy shit! How did we not notice? You dirty little sluts!" I laugh at her outburst and she grins back. I definitely have her attention and she begs to know what happened after we left her apartment. So I give her every last delicious detail and she sat there completely engrossed clutching a throw pillow in her lap. Her expression is hilarious and I don't leave a thing out. When I'm finished she's gaping at me and squeezing the hell out of that pretty little pillow. She's in shock and I just relax back into the soft cushions and wait for her to process. It takes a while and she tells me I better not be screwing with her head. I promise it's all true and she gets up to head to the kitchen. She's back a few moments later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She pours without saying a word and hands me a glass of a crisp white wine I don't recognize. I sip it and watch her brain try to work through the story. She finally speaks, "I can't believe it. I mean, I knew Jen liked women but you? You've never even hinted at being attracted to women and I just can't believe it was all happening in front of me and I had no clue!" She pauses and looks right at me before saying, "Does this mean you're a lesbian now? Are you two a couple?" I shake my head no. She pours more wine into her glass and sits back on the couch saying, "Well? Get on with it then. Explain." I toss back the rest of the wine in my glass and twist it in my hand. With a deep breath I begin, "I don't really know what it makes me and no we're definitely not a couple. I don't want to be a couple with anyone. We're just friends. She's awesome but I can't do more than that right now. It's only been a week and a half since Brent and I broke up for Christ's sake! Jen and I are just sex I guess. She's good with that." Cara takes a big sip of wine and stares into her glass. Then a smile spreads across her face before she breaks out into loud laughter. I smile and pour more wine into my glass. When she finally catches her breath and wipes tears from her eyes I ask, "Would you like to share what exactly is so funny?" She grins at me as she pours herself more wine and holds it up for a toast saying, "To getting laid!" Oh I love this girl so much. We clink glasses and sip. Cara begins talking right away, "So now that you're a part-time lesbian what does this mean for our girl's nights out?" I don't know exactly what she means and say so. I can't help smile at her part-time lesbian label though. She rolls her eyes again and explains, "I mean are we going to scope out men or women now?" I laugh at her and give a shrug. Who knows? I have no idea. Her face turns a little more serious and she asks, "Honestly though, what do you want to happen now?" I really don't know. A lot has already happened in the last ten days. It's hard to know what it all means and I don't really think I should be making life changing decisions right now. I think back to the morning after Jen and I first started whatever it is you want to call our current arrangement. ------------- -The morning after- When my eyes open I briefly don't know where I am and the bedroom around me looks completely unfamiliar. It takes several moments for the previous night's events to come back to me and I slowly roll over to face the truth. Jen is still asleep and facing me with her hands curled up under her chin. She looks so peaceful. Clearly it really did happen. Wow! I'm not sure how to feel about this. Last night was amazing but totally unexpected! I never once considered being with a woman and never even felt sexually attracted to one before. Well, maybe that's not totally true. There was that one night senior year of high school when I made out with a girl on my cheerleading squad. We were totally drunk at the time though and did nothing but kiss. It was pretty hot but I just shrugged it off as a crazy drunken decision that didn't matter. Maybe I should have explored those feelings more at the time but who worries about such things at eighteen? I look back up at Jen and watch her sleep. Her soft blonde hair is spread across the pillow and wrapping around her head. Even with her hair a complete mess she really is a beautiful woman. Her sleeping lids are hiding her bright blue eyes but her pretty pink lips draw my attention. I'm suddenly thinking about how fantastic those lips felt all over my body last night and feel my body respond to the wonderful images in my mind. My eyes travel lower to her large breasts that are only partially covered by the sheet and I slowly pull it down to expose one nipple. It hardens in response to the cool air of the room and I resist reaching out to touch it. I need to get a grip! I roll onto my back but my mind is picturing how wonderful she looked naked beneath me last night. Her body was trim and firm under my touch and her neatly trimmed blonde mound was just begging for my touch. Ok. I should really get out of this bed. As soon as I stand Jen's eyes pop open and she looks up at me with an anxious expression. She's nervous. Well so am I! She pulls the sheet up to cover herself and says a little hi. This is going to be a bit awkward, isn't it? Maybe it shouldn't be though. We're both adults and we did nothing wrong. Who cares that it was unplanned? It was amazing and that's what should count. We just need to talk it out but we should be dressed for this conversation. It's too distracting otherwise. I feel her gaze at my back and I quickly slip out of the room in search of my clothing. It takes several minutes to round up all the pieces and I finish dressing myself just as Jen comes out of her bedroom wearing a tank top and sweat shorts. She's not wearing a bra and I take a deep breath to calm myself at the sight of her hard nipples poking through the fabric. She starts a pot of coffee and I sit at her dining table looking for something to say. She finally sits with me and we smile at each other. She speaks first, "This is a little weird huh?" I nod. It is. There's no point denying it. She nods too and speaks again, "Are you okay with what we did?" I think on that for a moment and find that I am. I'm confused but okay. She smiles at that and says, "Oh good! I was so nervous you would be totally freaked out." There's a long pause and the awkwardness seems to creep in again. There's an elephant in the room and it's named 'what happens now?' We both smile at each other again but no one speaks. I don't know what to do! Jen jumps out of her seat when the coffee maker finishes brewing and pours two mugs before returning to the table. She disappears back into the kitchen and brings back sugar, cream, and a bowl of mixed fruit. Several more silent minutes pass as we both make our coffees to our liking and spoon some fruit into our respective bowls. Oh I can't take this anymore and speak quickly, "Ok. I don't know what to do now. I mean, I really liked last night. It was awesome and sexy and amazing but I don't know where to go from here. I can't start a new relationship right now. Not with anyone, not just you! A lot has happened and I need time to figure it all out." I pause and look into her eyes before adding, "Is that okay?" She looks relieved that the big question in the room is finally addressed. She puts her coffee down on the table as she begins to speak, "Oh thank God! I don't want a relationship either! That's what I was nervous about, that you would want to turn this into a girlfriend thing. I like you a lot Ash, but I spent a lot of time in and out of painful relationships and just don't want that right now. I loved last night and I hope it's not the only time we get together but if it is that's okay too." Phew! That was easier than I expected. We were both nervous for no reason at all. I give her a little smile and tell her I hope we can do both, be friends and have repeats of last night. She smiles back and leans across the table to plant a coffee flavored kiss on my lips. I guess that's a yes! We finished our coffee and fruit in a relaxed state with some light flirting but I decided to leave right after. I called a cab and made sure it was a different company from the one we were in last night. I have no intention of running into that driver again. Jen smirked when she realized I avoided that company and gave a playful smack on my ass while I dialed. I think she and I will have a lot of fun. We briefly discuss what to do about Cara as we wait for the cab but with her leaving for a family vacation in a day we decided to just put off explaining anything until she gets back. Avoiding her calls shouldn't be too hard. Before long the cab sounds its horn outside the townhouse and it's time to go. We say our goodbyes and share a brief kiss before I'm out the door. I'm halfway down the path to the driveway when I hear Jen call my name. I turn around and find her leaning against the frame of her doorway with my panties hanging from one finger. She gave a smirk before saying, "Very sexy." Then she disappears inside and I wander over to the cab with sense of wetness growing between my legs and a grin on my face. A lot of fun indeed! ------------- That really was a fantastic night. And the two other times Jen and I got together this past week were even better. That girl has a huge appetite for sex and it's been a lot of fun. She's definitely awoken my sex drive which until my first taste of her I didn't realize how much it had been lacking. I look back to Cara and answer as honestly as possible, "I don't know yet. I know I don't want a relationship and I sure as hell don't want to fall into another situation like I had with Brent. I doubt Jen and I will be anything but what we are now. I'm totally fine with that though. I just want to have fun! Being with Jen has proven I was clearly missing something so I'm just going with the flow and seeing what happens. I'll worry about the future later." I end with a shrug and a sip of wine. Cara watched me intently through my little speech and nodded along with me. Maybe she gets it despite being in a completely different place herself. She's looking for a real relationship. She wants the romance, the ring, and the big white wedding. Her biological clock is ticking and she wants to have family. I thought that's where I was too until I found Brent inside someone else. Now I'm ready to experience new things none of which include settling down. Maybe later that will return but not now. The bottle of wine is now empty and we decide to open another as our conversation moves onto other things. We spend a while drinking and talking and it's so fun to be able to just relax with my friend. By the time we reach the end of the second bottle I realize I better spend the night on the couch and reach for my phone to text Jen. I find two messages from her waiting for me and read, *so how did it go?* followed by, *is she going to kill me for corrupting her friend?* She ended the second one with a tongue sticking out face and I smirk while typing out my response. Ash: *Cara is good with it and I happen to like your form of corruption.* Jen: *Do you now? What do you like most?" Hmm. She wants to play. Cara is busy opening a third bottle of wine and pulling some dessert from her fridge so I indulge in the game. Ash: *Hmm. I think your tongue.* Jen: *My tongue?* Ash: *And the things it does to me.* Jen: *Mmm. I like that part too. I jump a little when Cara comes back to the couch to hand me my plate of cheesecake. She gives a questioning look at my reaction and raises an eyebrow at my phone. I shrug and try to act nonchalant but she doesn't buy it. She moves fast and snatches the phone right out of my hand. Oh hell. Her eyes widen as she reads through the texts and she grins at me over the phone. She tosses it back to me and says, "Hot. Don't let me interrupt your sexting." Oh yeah, that's what they call it now, right? I open the texts back up and quickly type out a message. Ash: *Cara caught me and approves of our sexting. Who knew?! Maybe it's the third bottle of wine talking.* Jen: *Ha! Three bottles? Must be.* Ash: *Yup. Staying here tonight. Call you later?* Jen: *Absolutely. Sweet & wet dreams, baby.* Oh she's bad! I smile and tuck my phone back into my purse. Cara is smiling at me while eating her cheesecake. She reaches for her wine as she says, "You two really are having a lot of fun huh?" I nod and dive into my dessert. It's so good. It's a specialty dark chocolate raspberry cheesecake and it's pairing beautifully with the dessert wine Cara has brought out. Heaven! She giggles a little before saying, "I'm happy for you. Honestly! You should have fun, you definitely deserve it and I trust Jen so I know you're in good hands." I grin like a fool at the 'good hands' part and can't help but think of the good things those hands have done to me. I'm practically a sex addict when it comes to this woman. Cara laughs at my expression but doesn't ask. I'm kind of glad as I feel a blush creep across my face. We eventually passed out after finishing the third bottle and our slices of cheesecake. I curled up on her couch and had delicious dreams. The following morning we both cleaned ourselves up and went out for breakfast. It was past lunch time by the time I made it back to my apartment. I spent the next four hours working and getting things ready for the upcoming sex toy show. After placing an order from my favorite Chinese place I hear my cell phone ding from the other room and grab it expecting to see a text from Jen. To my shock it's from Brent. What the hell does he want? I open it and read, *I miss you, baby. Can we talk?* Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me! I quickly text back, *You can't be that fucking stupid! We have nothing to talk about. Call your whore. See if she cares. Don't text me again.* I toss my phone back onto my couch and walk away. He's such an idiot. The next day I meet with my distributor to plan out my order for the show and talk about plans to expand into lingerie on top of the toys. Just as the meeting is ending my phone rings and I see its Jen. I answer on my way out to my car and tell her about Brent's text. She laughs at his pathetic ways but we're quickly off the topic of him and onto the reason she called. She tells me she has a surprise and wants to bring it over tonight. A surprise! I wonder what that could be. You never know with her so I happily make plans for her to come over around eight. We end the call and I head to the grocery store to pick up some wine and food for dinner. Several hours later a knock sounds at my door and I let Jen in. She looks fantastic. She's wearing little gray linen shorts and a white tank top with a brown leather coat hanging open over it. She pulls me in for a kiss and we lose ourselves in each other's mouths right in my open doorway. I don't know what the surprise is but I can already tell where this night will be ending. We eventually break apart and head inside. I have wine ready on the counter and a chicken stir-fry finishing up on the stove. Our conversation flows easily about my night with Cara and how the business is going. She tells me about a new hotel client she just landed and we toast to the success. After enjoying a delicious dinner we wind up sitting on the couch with some country music playing in the background. Even without the sex, she's just fun to be with which makes the awesome sex just that much better. An Accidental Awakening Ch. 02 Finally, she brings up the surprise she has and I realize I had completely forgotten about it. She gets up and grabs something out of her purse and brings it over. Still holding it out of sight she says, "Keep an open mind about this okay? I doubt it's something you've done before but I think you'll like it." With that she hands me a small red envelope and sits back on the couch watching me closely. I put my wine glass on the end table and turn the envelope around in my hand. It's only about the size of an index card and I can tell the material isn't standard paper. It's thicker than your typical mail envelope and has a unique texture to it. It feels almost like silk. The front has only one word embossed into the paper in black script lettering that reads, "Sensations." Hmm. I glance up at Jen and she stares back, waiting. My curiosity is building and I turn it over to look at the back. I'm surprised to see a real wax seal and I trace my finger over the design. I can't quite make out all of it but I see one large 'S' in the center. It's already been opened so I easily lift it open find myself holding my breath although I don't know why. I can see the edge of a white card poking out and I carefully slide it out. It's also made of a heavy paper and has a scalloped edge all around. I can see the word "Sensations" in the same scroll across the top and find red lettering below it. It reads, "You're cordially invited to our annual Erotic Couplings Bash at Club Sensations. Join us for a night of intense passions and incredible Sensations! You will find a wide variety of like-minded people ready to explore each other in our intimately designed setting. You will find great music and drinks to help enhance your evening as well as a smoking room for those interested. Private rooms are available in addition to plenty of different surfaces spread throughout to use at your pleasure, and we do mean pleasure. This invitation admits the invitee and one guest only. Please keep this card confidential and destroy it if you will not attend. This card is your pass to enter. Voyeur only guests are welcome. We truly hope you will come and come again." I have to read it twice to really absorb what I'm reading. Wow! I've never heard of this place before and I find myself excited at the idea that a place like this even exists. How have I never known about it? Never mind, I would have never found out about it in my boring relationship with Brent. I read it a third time before looking up at Jen and find her appearing quite nervous. I carefully place the card back in the envelope and hold it in my hand. My finger traces over the embossed letters as I speak, "So, have you been to this place before?" She nods and says she's been twice in the last two years. She says this is the first time she has been invited to the annual party though and that it's very exclusive. Only those nominated by a member get an invitation. She doesn't know who nominated her but says since she's only attended as a guest in the past it could have been the person she went with before. I ask her who that was and she said it was an ex-lover she's known for years. I turn the envelope around in my hands again and ask, "You want me to go with you? She nods again and says, "I know this is totally new to you but it's amazing! I was blown away both times I went and had some of my best orgasms in that place. It's so erotic to see so many people having all types of sex around you and being pleasured by one or more people at a time. It's mind-blowing, Ash! I couldn't wait to show you when it came in today. Will you come? Or at least consider it?" Her description made my heart rate pick up and the idea of seeing a room full of people fucking strangers is incredibly hot! Could I do it though? Could I have sex with people I don't know and possibly more than one at a time? A small voice in my head reminds me stranger sex is exactly how I ended up here to begin with. Hmm. It would be a new experience and that's what I said I wanted. Some of my favorite fantasies when getting myself off have been group sex scenes so clearly it's not a new thought, just one I hadn't directly confronted. I look into Jen's eyes and realize I decided the second I finish reading the card. I let a smile form on my lips and ask when we're going. Her excitement is contagious. She pounces on me and I end up lying back on the couch with her above me straddling one of my legs. She kisses me hard and I reach over to place the invitation on the coffee table. She pulls back to say, "I'm so happy you said yes! It's going to be amazing. You don't have to do anything you don't want to but I hope you'll just give into it." Oh I plan to. It's way out of my comfort zone but that's why I have to do it. I'm determined to explore this new side of myself and see where it leads. I tell her I'm excited and I can see how happy it makes her. She kisses me again but this time it's softer. I let myself fall into her kiss and wrap my hands around her to rest on her back as her right hand slides down to my chest to cup my braless breasts through my t-shirt. When her thumb strokes over my hardened nipple I let a small moan escape into her mouth as her tongue strokes mine. I've let my hands move down her back to her rounded ass and give it a squeeze through her thin shorts. I continue my downward path with my right hand until I reach the warmth of her core and feel the wetness through the linen fabric. Wow. She's soaked through them already! I rub her through the material and feel her swollen lips pressed tightly against the short's center seam. Hmm. I don't think she has panties on. If she does they must be incredibly thin and completely soaked. She begins to move her hips back and forth trying to get more stimulation from my hand and I pull back as a little tease. I hear a groan of frustration echo into my mouth as Jen thrusts her hands under my shirt and squeezes my breasts firmly in her hand. She takes my nipple between her thumb and finger and gives it a tug before rolling it between her fingers. It's painful and pleasurable at the same time. I gasp and pull my mouth from hers. She tugs on the other nipple as she lowers her mouth to replace her fingers. She sucks roughly on my sensitized bud and I moan in response. I return my hand to her wetness and push the edge of the shorts to the side to confirm my suspicions about her lack of panties. I was right! She has gone bare beneath her shorts and my finger quickly becomes slicked in her juices. I want these shorts off her. I reach between us and unfasten the button and zipper. Her mouth is still assaulting my nipples alternating between them while still using her fingers to tweak causing them to lengthen in her grasp. I shove her shorts over her ass and let them fall down her thighs. I run my palms over her newly exposed skin and give a hard slap on her behind. She cries out but it's muffled by my breast in her mouth. She uses her teeth on my nipple as her response and I clench down below as a result. We've never been this rough before and it's fantastic. I slap her again on the other cheek and she repeats the bite on my left side. Oh this is alternating pain and pleasure is delicious. I love it! I stroke her cheeks to relieve any stinging sensation before slapping twice in quick succession. She cries out again and gives me more of her little nipple bites. I leave one hand on her ass and let the other slip underneath to reunite with her warm and wet center. She's even wetter than before and I feel it on the inside of her thighs. I run my hand up and down her lower lips and let only the tip of one finger slide over her opening. Her hips are dancing above me and I can tell she wants more. I continue my strokes and use my finger to move in circles around the entrance to the inner heat. She's purring above me and has returned to little suckles and licks on both of my breasts. I let my finger trace a path up to her sensitive bud and tease around it a few times before allowing my finger to come in contact with it directly. When I do she moans her approval and pushes down into my hand. I push back and she shivers in delight. She has released my breasts from her mouth and is resting her face between them as her breaths quicken and moans come closer together. She's lost in my hand's manipulations and I revel in my ability to affect her this way. I move my finger in a figure eight around her and then tight circles. I dip my finger back down and drag some of her ever increasing wetness back up to her bud. I add a second finger and begin my firm circles slightly increasing my pressure as I go. She's mewling into my cleavage and her hips are rotating matching my rhythm. I can feel her body tensing and I know she's just on the edge. I lift my left hand off her behind and hold it over her. I bring my thumb of my right hand up to meet my two working fingers and pinch her throbbing button at the same time I bring my left hand down and slap her left ass cheek. She explodes above me. Her cries are high pitched and loud in my living room. Her body is shaking as she comes apart and I can feel her cream flowing from her as I rub my fingers in quick circles keeping her orgasm going a bit longer. Some of her juices have made their way down her leg and eventually I feel it meet with my skin where her leg is leaning against mine. I slow my hand as she comes down from her climax and her panting breaths are mixed with softening moans. She lays her weight on top of me and rests her head on the pillow of my breasts. I remove my hand from her folds and hang it off the side of the couch. I use my other hand to gently stroke up and down her back as I let her recover. She finally seems to catch her breath but makes no attempt to move. I hear her whisper, "You're amazing," and I grin up at the ceiling. I've come such a long way in a very short amount of time. It wasn't long ago at all that I was nervous about going down on her for the first time and now here I am confident in my ability to make her come apart at my touch. I roll my head to the side and look at the luxurious red envelope sitting on my table. To think of the things I will be doing at the party two weeks from now. My life is heading in a completely different direction than I ever expected but it's exciting and intoxicating. I can't wait to see what this party introduces me to. I feel Jen stir and look down into her lovely blue eyes. This may not ever turn into a relationship but no matter how long it lasts or how it ends, I could never see this as anything but fantastic! Not to mention, the most orgasmic week of my life! Just as I let that thought cross my mind Jen gives me a wicked grin and slides down my body while undoing my capris. Clearly we're not finished yet. My capris are quickly off and sailing across the room as Jen pulls me from the couch. She leads me by the hand to my bedroom straight to my bed. A few throw pillows are pushed to the floor before she turns back to me and loops her fingers in the strings of my thong. It's quickly moving down my legs as Jen follows it to the floor. Once they're at my ankles I step out of them and kick them aside. Jen uses the opportunity of my legs being a little apart to push her face into my mound and grip her hands into my ass holding my body to her. I moan at the surprise tongue assault and slide my hand into her hair. Her licks are quick and forceful causing my body to build quickly. I'm moaning uncontrollably and rocketing close to my release when she pulls back and stands. Fucking tease! She's grinning with my wetness around her mouth as she knows exactly what she's doing to me. I rip her tank top off her body and unhook her bra in quick movements. Her large tits spring free and I push her back onto the bed. Her shorts are long gone having fallen off when she stood up in the living room. She's completely naked and spread before me. I pull my t-shirt off and climb on the bed after her. We lock ourselves in a desperate kiss and I feel my own wetness spread across my chin. Her hands have returned to my ass and are alternating between rubs and squeezes. I release her mouth and suck hard on each nipple. She squeals and lifts her body off the bed pushing her breasts into my face. As my tongue swirls around her right nipple I use both of my hands and push her breasts together. They're so lovely I could spend all day lavishing them with attention. I feel a hard slap across my ass and jump in surprise. I look up at her face and see she's enjoying her payback. She repeats the slaps a few more times before pushing me off her and turning around on the bed. It takes me a second to realize what she's doing but I quickly realize where her mind is. She has put her head towards the foot of the bed and has laid herself on her back. Her legs slowly spread open inviting my tongue to taste her and I swing my own leg over her head to straddle her face. This is a new position for us but I'm getting really hot at the idea of eating each other at the same time. Her hands are slowly making their way up my thighs before wrapping around my ass cheeks and pulling my body down to her. I settle my weight onto my elbows while wrapping my hands around her legs to meet up at her heated core. I stroke up and down her folds using fingers from both hands and feel her shudder at the touch. She's still sensitive so I lighten my touch a little before lowering my mouth to her. Just as I let my tongue touch her I feel hers push into me. A long moan escapes me and my tongue dances through her wetness reveling in the sweetness left over from her orgasm. It's so hard to focus on my own job with her tongue sliding in and out of me. I use my fingers to spread her lips open and swirl around before flicking her engorged bud a few times. Her body bucks in response and she mimics my movements on my own sensitive bud. Oh this is so very sexy. I keep her spread open as I continue to devour and grind my body into her face feeling myself rushing towards the edge once again. She holds me tight to her mouth as she ramps up her tongue movements before letting one of her fingers dip into me. I expect her to thrust it inside but instead she slides her finger upward until it reaches my puckered hole. This is very new! I pause momentarily in surprise but quickly resume my licks as she strokes over the very sensitive untouched skin. It feels so much better than I could have imagined and the wetness she pulled from below allows her finger tip to glide back and forth. I'm having a hard time keeping my breathing steady and even harder time focusing on bringing her to orgasm. I pull my mouth away and moan loudly while pushing my ass back into her touch. She speeds up her stimulations and my hips move frantically waiting for that one final push. She gives it to me when her tongue mixes pressure and flicks over my throbbing button and I scream out my orgasm. I shake violently and feel a gush flow out of me into her waiting mouth. She's lapping up every drop and her finger is giving gentle strokes to my previously forbidden hole as I come back down to earth. There are no thoughts in my head when my orgasm has faded and all I can feel is her tongue still gently tasting me. My body is twitching and clenching as it tries to recover from the peak she drove me to. My breath is still heavy and I smell my own arousal in the air mixing with hers in front of me. It takes several moments for me to remember what I had been doing and I slowly resume my eating of her now dripping mound. My explosive orgasm must have driven her close to the edge because I've only just fully resumed when I feel her body tense below me and soon she's thrashing and crying out in her own release. I wrap my mouth over her hole and fuck her with my tongue as cream flows out around it. I can never get enough of the taste of her. Each time she gives me her release it always seems sweeter than the last. Her body finally gives out and she relaxes into the bed with her legs falling open. I give a final long lick before lifting off and falling into my pillows. We're both spent and I let my thoughts wander back to the feel of her finger teasing my ass. Hmm. It was totally unexpected but I liked it. I liked it a lot! It's early the next morning when we finally wake tangled in each other and sheets. We don't get much time to lay around though as Jen as a morning meeting she can't miss and still has to head home to change before heading to work. We do splurge on a delicious long kiss by my front door before she leaves with promises to talk later. Hours after she left I realize she left the invitation to Club Sensations on my coffee table and I quickly stash it in drawer in my home office to keep it safe. I definitely don't want to lose that! I don't know how I'm going to stand waiting two full weeks to see what this party will be like but I have shopping to do. A new dress is a must as well as some lingerie and a thorough wax. At that last thought I grab my cell and make an appointment for a complete wax job at my favorite place so there's no chance of not getting a spot in time for the event. Now on to work and shopping! ---------------------- -Two weeks later- It's been a busy couple of weeks and I can't believe the progress I've made with the business. The new lingerie products are up and selling and everything is all set for next month's sex toy show. I'm really looking forward to it. Last year I only went as a guest so this will be my first time running a booth of my own. It's exciting! I'm getting increasingly more distracted though as the date of the night at Club Sensations is only two days away! I've already bought my new hot pink dress and black fuck me shoes. That's what Cara called them anyway. She has no idea what they're for but she saw them in my closet the other day and I had to quickly think of a reason why she couldn't borrow them this week. She didn't see my dress though and I can't say that was an accident. It's in a dress bag and was conveniently out of sight at the back of my closet. There was no way I could explain what it was for as it is the last thing she would ever expect to see me wearing. I've also bought some very sexy lingerie that I now carry on my site to match the dress. It's black and hot pink with lace throughout. It reveals more than it covers but that's the point. Stockings will round out my outfit. I've already had my wax and there's so little hair on my body now that I may never go back. I've gone completely bare down below which I've never done before. I've always left something there in the past but I have to admit I like the change. I even had my asshole waxed which was painful and something I swore I would never do again but even that seems to have grown on me. Of course my legs and underarms are clean of hair as well. Jen approved when she saw the results and immediately went and had her own waxing done. I'm looking forward to seeing the results. We've been together quite a bit over the last couple weeks with each of us spending several nights at each other's places. We haven't had any sex in over 4 days now though and I'm so damn horny I think I could burst. Neither of us has seen what the other is wearing yet either and the anticipation is building to ridiculous levels. I truly can't wait and I find myself daydreaming of all the things that could happen at this club. I haven't accomplished much work in the last two days and I have to actively distract myself to keep me away from giving in to masturbating. I want to wait but it really is getting harder to do so. Jen isn't even coming over tonight because we wouldn't be able to resist each other. So I'm spending this Wednesday night in watching the Food Network trying not to think about sex. Friday morning I wake early from a very hot dream and find my panties soaked between my legs. I want to slip my hand in so badly but I try to fight myself. I know it wouldn't take much to bring me to orgasm and my mind wanders to images of pussy and dicks as my hand makes its way down my stomach. Oh screw it! I let my fingers slip beneath my panties and gasp at my own touch. I'm wet and hot beneath my fingers and I allow them to swirl around my opening. Moans escape me and I want to stop and never want to all at the same time. My hand seems to have a mind of its own as it moves up to my hot swollen button. I move it in quick circles and spread my legs wide. I hear my own voice cry out as I rub faster and harder. My pussy is dying for release and I apply more pressure. My legs are starting to shake and I reach for a nipple with my other hand. I give a hard pinch and throw my head back as I explode around myself. An Accidental Awakening Ch. 02 Juices gush from inside me and my body clenches hard in response to my orgasm. It ends quickly as I can't focus enough to keep my hand moving but I have to work to catch my breath. My hand is covered in my own wetness and I feel some sliding down my ass to the bed. My body is quivering as I curl up on my side and slowly drift back to sleep. A few hours later I wake with slight regret that I gave in and masturbated but I feel a bit more in control now and decide the release was needed. I'll still be more than ready for later tonight and expect that early morning orgasm to be one of many for the day. I won't touch myself again today though. The event is only hours away so I'll just have to distract myself until then. Working and watching some TV shows has finally wasted away the day enough that it's time to get ready. Jen will be here at 7:30 to pick me up so I need to get going. After my shower I apply lightly scented lotion all over my body and gasp as I spread it over my breasts and nipples. Everything seems to be in a heightened state of arousal and my anticipation level is through the roof. I blow dry and gently curl my hair so it hangs in soft waves to my shoulder and apply my night makeup with extra attention to my lips. With that done I head into my bedroom where I have everything spread out across my bed. First I slide on the black and pink lace panties and stockings with lace tops. I attach the garters and move on to the see through lace bra. It's also black and pink and reveals my very hard nipples but it looks fantastic. Finally I'm ready for my dress. Even though it's not something I would normally wear I absolutely love it! It's tightly fitted bandage dress and quite short. It ends at my upper thighs and if I were to bed over even slightly my exposed ass and lace thong would be visible to all. The top is low cut putting my breasts on display and they bounce a little with each movement. Straps wrap up around my shoulders to hide my bra straps and the dress cuts low in the back to just above the back of my bra. I feel sexy in it and admire myself in the mirror. Every curve is hugged tightly in this dress and I can't wait for Jen to see it. I slip on my black stiletto strappy heels just as my bell sounds Jen's arrival. Here we go! I'm stunned at Jen's appearance when I open the door and she looks equally impressed with mine. My eyes move over every inch of her taking in her tight black dress with cutouts on either side just below her breast line exposing her beautiful skin. It's not as short as mine but still short. It ends just at mid-thigh on her but your eyes can't help but linger on her large breasts almost spilling out of her dress. God I love those tits! I want to just bury my face in them right then and there but I resist and instead tell her how fantastic she looks. She grins and tells me she the same. We're quite a sight together and the tension in the air is almost audible. We don't linger and after sharing a short yet intense kiss we head outside to Jen's car and pretend we don't notice the open stares from some of my neighbors coming and going from my building. We'll be the talk of the night for some, I'm sure. It takes a little over thirty minutes to drive to the club and neither Jen nor I have spoken since getting into her car. I have no idea where we are as we drive deeper into what appears to be an industrial part of the city. When she pulls up to a curb and puts the car in park I find myself confused as to why we've stopped. I turn to her about to question that very thing when she says, "we're here." Here? I look back to my window at the building in front of the car and stare at the unassuming warehouse before me. How can this possibly be it? I don't know what I expected but it wasn't this. It looks like any old warehouse and I don't see any evidence of people here for a big bash. I feel a bit of disappointment creep in. Maybe this was a big mistake and I let my imagination get the better of me. But that invitation, the one sitting in my lap seems such a deep contrast to the place we're sitting in front of. I look down at it and stroke the front of the envelope. It's so lavish and inviting. How can these two opposite things be related? I'm startled out of my thoughts by both Jen's and my door opening and two very well dressed men reaching in to give us a hand out of the car. Jen gracefully exits her side and I follow suit staring up at the handsome young man holding my hand. He's dressed in a beautiful black tux with a dark red tie and vest over a white shirt. I don't know suits but it reads expensive to me. The man walking Jen around the car is dressed identically to the one with me and I finally pull my hand from the warm grasp of this handsomely dressed stranger. Jen hands her keys to her stranger and he gives her a small ticket before returning to her driver side. Oh! He's a valet. He quickly moves the car away from the curb and disappears down the short street and around the corner. No wonder I didn't see any cars before, they clearly take them somewhere else. This is quickly turning very interesting again. I turn back to Jen and the other man when I hear a husky voice utter, "This way, please." These men are by far the best dressed valet and usher I have ever seen. I clutch the invitation in my hands and follow him with Jen beside me. As we walk towards a door up ahead I start inspecting the place where we've arrived. I still can't believe I'm walking up to a warehouse right now. It's so uninviting. The outer walls are dull beige in color and it's clearly past its prime. If anything, it looks sad. I think it's quite large but I can only see the part directly in front of us with so little lighting. Like most buildings of this type it's set back from the road and we have to cross what seems to be a large parking lot. Clearly they're not using this one. No one would ever think a party was happening here never mind that there is a sex club hiding behind these ugly walls. Obviously that's the entire point and I can't help but wonder what will be waiting inside. A small voice tells me that this could be a complete disaster and I fight the urge to turn back. The only thing that keeps me going forward is Jen's raving comments about this place and the beautiful heavy papered invitation in my hand. Granted, Jen was vague when talking about this club because she said I need to see it for myself but she would never be so excited about it if it was as bad as the outside leads me to believe. When the door is only a few steps away I take a deep breath and hope. For what? I don't even know anymore. Once at the door the usher quickly guides us inside and shuts it behind him. I can now hear faint sounds from somewhere in the building. I couldn't hear anything from the outside and I can't tell where they're coming from. Our usher points us down the hall and stays by the door peering out the small window. Jen takes my hand and leads us down a dark hallway lit only by red lights. As we move closer to a black leather upholstered door the sounds slowly grow in volume and I realize its music. Another man in the same black tux is standing near it and waits patiently for us to reach him. When we do he says nothing and simply stares. Jen nudges me and nods her head towards the invitation in my hand. Of course! Wow, I must be more nervous than I even thought. I hand it to him and immediately he opens it and thrusts his hand out. I have no idea what he wants until Jen pulls out her ID and gives me a look saying I should do the same. I didn't really expect this level of inspection but then again, the instructions on the invitation did say to destroy it if not attending. More and more interesting. Satisfied by our IDs he tucks the invitation into a box on a stool beside him and presses a small button on the wall by the door. As it slowly opens he gives a large smile and finally speaks, "Welcome to Club Sensations." I don't know what to look at first. There's so much to take in. There are people everywhere and the music is loud and pounding. We've entered into a very large room that you would never know was in a warehouse except for the exposed duct work overhead. Very loft style. The rest is a decadent mix of blacks and reds from fabrics hanging from ceiling to floor to the couches and chairs throughout the room. Off to each side of the huge space are beds lined up side by side with thick red curtains hanging around them. A couple beds in the middle of one row seem to be closed off and I assume someone inside them wanted privacy. Seems pointless at an event like this but then again, who am I to say? In the very center of the room, if you could call it that, is a large dance floor with pulsing bodies squished together to the point I have no idea who is dancing with who. Behind that is a large backlit bar where I can see people gathered watching several bartenders toss bottles into the air as they make the drinks. Between the dance floor and the beds on either side are a variety of seating areas. Some are couches and tables and others have club chairs and ottomans. I even see some pub height tables more towards the bar and there are all types of groups mingling around the different spaces. Jen and I are in the perfect position to see the entire space at the top of the staircase and I cannot decide where to go first. My attention is eventually pulled to a bed on the right side of the room where two naked men have a very large chested woman on her hands and knees between them. One man is behind her thrusting rhythmically into her while the other is at her head with his penis buried in her mouth. They're moving together in such a fluid way that I find myself mesmerized. With each thrust forward from the guy in the back the woman's large breasts swing back and forth and she is pumped onto the other's manhood. I've never watched people have sex before and it's intoxicating. I didn't know it could be so hot just to watch! I guess I thought it would feel awkward and uncomfortable and perhaps in a regular situation it would. But here, in a club all about exploring sex with new people all the normal boundaries seem to be blurred if not gone altogether. I knew what I was coming to and everyone else here did as well. I guess by simply walking in the door you let your inhibitions go. Here I am watching three people fuck in an open space in front of countless strangers and it doesn't feel strange at all. As they pick up speed and I hear the woman's moan escape from around the penis in her mouth I feel my pulse rise in anticipation. I didn't realize I had moved towards the bed with the threesome in action until Jen takes my hand and turns me back towards the center of the room. She leads us to a grouping of four club chairs where a beautiful raven haired woman is seated with three men. When we reach the chairs the black haired woman turns and lights up at the sight of Jen. When they embrace I realize this must be the ex-lover Jen has come here with in the past. I can't really hear what they say to each other over the thumping beat and look around at the people nearby instead. Most are still fully clothed and mingling like it was a typical party. I spot some make out sessions happening on a couch or two but besides the two men and woman fucking on the side of the room I see no other action from where I'm standing. With a tap on my shoulder I turn back towards Jen and her friend and have to strain to catch her name. Eliza. Her name suits her somehow. She hugs me like we're old friends but then bites the side of my neck. I jump back and shriek at the bite and she grins at me in response. I feel like prey in front of this woman and it makes me feel antsy. Thankfully Eliza turns back to Jen and then back to her trio of men. I tell Jen I could use a drink and she leads me towards the back of the room to the packed bar. Jen starts talking to someone she clearly knows while waiting for one of the bartenders and I continue my visual tour of the room. Nearby a red haired woman is dancing on top of a coffee table in front of several chairs and she has quite the audience of both men and women. In no time she strips herself out of her tight dress and reveals her braless breasts and red sheer panties. My view is quickly blocked by a tall man and I move forward to reclaim my view. Two older gentlemen allow me to push between them and I end up standing behind a tall backed chair directly in front of the nearly naked woman. Immediately people crowd in behind me and I'm surrounded by warm bodies waiting to see what this woman will do now. Now that I'm so close I can hear what this woman is saying to the people around her. She's explaining in detail what she wants someone to do to her. I watch her swing her hips to the music as she speaks, "Now who wants a taste?" Several men move forward and she quickly shoos them away while saying, "No. No. You men will have to wait your turn. This is a ladies only affair boys!" Her gaze moves over the crowd like she's looking for someone and when she turns her eyes on me I look away. I don't even know why but when I turn back she has locked eyes with a blonde to my left. In no time the blonde is up on the table with the red head. The blonde is gesturing to someone still in the crowd to join her and eventually a prettier blonde girl joins them. Seeming to have what she wanted, the red head kisses each one in turn and demands they strip for her. They quickly do and in a flash they are naked and giggling on top of the table. Continuing her show she instructs each one to suck on a nipple and strokes their hair as they obey. She clearly likes being in control and likes putting on a show even more. I try to look over my shoulder for Jen but there are so many people around that I can't even see the bar anymore. This woman can really draw a crowd. When I look back to the three women the two blondes are licking their way down the red head's sides making their way towards her red thong. A little out of sync they hook their fingers into the fabric and slide it down the legs of the still slightly dancing woman. I follow their path with my eyes and watch her step out of them before taking them from the girls and tossing the sheer red tangle of fabric to a man sitting on a nearby couch. Several men cheer at his luck and the man buries his nose in them before shoving the panties in his pocket. The group turns their attentions back to the women as they shift around on the table to allow the red haired woman to sit on the black lacquered surface. She waits until every set of eyes are locked on her before dramatically opening her legs wide for us all to see. Just like everyone around me I stare at her glistening lips as the blondes move closer together. Without any hesitation they push their faces into her folds and shove each other to get a better position. Despite the shoving, the two blondes are still managing to get the red head excited. At first she was still interacting with her audience but now her breathing is rapidly increasing and she has her head tossed back and eyes shut as she leans back on her hands. Her moans are getting louder and the girls between her legs are getting more desperate to get better access. The blonde on the left is losing the battle a bit but only because she has moved one of her hands down between her own legs and is now rubbing herself. A man from somewhere behind me pushes his way to the front and quickly undresses himself. He moves behind the masturbating blonde and kneels behind her. In one swift motion he pulls her ass towards his face and shoves his mouth between her legs. The girl squeals in surprise and pulls away from the red head spread in front of her. The other blonde takes advantage and moves over to block the girl's return. I don't think she cares though as she seems thoroughly distracted by the man devouring her from behind. Her cries quickly build in volume and she comes apart right in front of me. Her explosion must have set off the red head as she quickly follows suit. Her orgasm has her shaking violently atop the table and her legs close around the girl's head between them. Several men around the table bring themselves to climax and spill their juices on the floor. It's all over in minutes but it was so intense my breaths are shallow and fast and I can feel a throbbing between my legs. It was so hot! I've never seen so many people come at one time and had no idea it could be so exciting to just be a voyeur. I never even thought about it but I get it now. It's fantastic. Just as fast as the crowd formed it disappears and I turn back to the bar to find Jen. She's perched on a stool smiling at me holding two drinks. I make my way over and slide onto a stool next to hers. She hands me a martini and raises hers to clink glasses. I sip and enjoy the appletini as it glides down my throat. Jen takes a sip before speaking, "So, do you like it so far?" I look over to where I just was and realize Jen could see the whole thing from where she was sitting at the raised bar. I nod before turning back to her and my drink. She watches me a bit more and I look for what I should say. She beats me to it though and gets right to the point, "Good. You could just watch tonight. You know that, right? You don't have to touch anyone or let anyone touch you. Plenty of these people simply watch." Just watch? Is that what I want? I can tell she means what she says and I don't think she would be upset at all if I chose to do just that. I do know that she will not only be watching as she made that clear several times before coming here. So what do I want to do? A few seconds pass before I laugh at myself. As if I don't already know what I want. I want to fuck, dammit! I wouldn't have even come here in the first place if I didn't intend to experience something. I can't say I know who or what type of situation I want to be a part of but there is no way in hell I'm leaving here without doing something. Finally I speak up, "No. I'm not just watching. I want to play. I just don't know who yet." Jen grins at me and downs the rest of her drink. She swivels around and runs her eyes over the crowd. She asks if I want a guy or girl and I tell her either or maybe both. I don't know. I hadn't decided that yet. With a laugh she suggests that she thinks Eliza liked me. I'm appalled! I immediately shoot that down, "Uh no! No offense or anything, but that woman is a freak!." Jen tosses her head back in laughter and I have no idea why. I don't get a chance to ask her either because we suddenly have a visitor. Standing in front of us is a tall man with neatly cut dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. It takes me several seconds to even get past his eyes. I've never seen ones so bright before. Slowly I make my way down his face to his wicked grin. Hmm. It sends a tingle down my spine. The rest of him is hidden beneath a blue striped button down and black pants but the way the clothes hang on his body is alluring. He stands in a way only a man comfortable with his body could. Now this, this is interesting! The three of us exchange hellos and names and I learn his is Jared. I roll his name around my head as we engage in a bit of three way small talk. His voice has a lovely deep tone to it and I feel like my entire body is responding to him and all he has done is stand there. He orders us another round of drinks and we continue our conversation. I can't really tell you what we talked about because I was literally undressing him with my eyes and not really paying much attention to the words. I'm sure I was completely obvious but so what? Look where we are. Jen gives me a couple looks as if she's trying to read my mind and raises an eyebrow in question. I nod and hope we're having the silent conversation I think we are. Jared seems to be on the same page as well and suggests we move from the bar to someplace a bit more comfortable. Jen seemed to read my mind because as Jared lead us to a comfortable looking couch Jen walked right past it and sat on the edge one of the beds on the right side of the room. She beckons us both over and soon I'm seated on it next to her waiting for Jared to decide his next move. He doesn't make the wrong one and hands his drink to a passing waiter before steps forward. Jen and I move our way backward up the bed as he crawls up the soft red sheets to end up between us with that deliciously wicked grin. An Accidental Awakening I feel a sense of loss when her hand leaves my chest and slowly travels down my side. I move one of mine to her breasts instead and quite enjoy their heaviness in my hand. I cup her and give a squeeze and I'm surprised at my urge to pull her V-neck shirt down and expose her to me. Before I can examine that urge or even decide to act on it I feel her right hand reach the short hem of my dress and quickly slip beneath it to touch my leg. I lose all sense of thought or personal examination when I feel her hand graze my inner thigh and my body clench in response. I can feel that I've already soaked my pretty pink panties and it's becoming harder to keep a steady breath. I want more. Her hand moves slowly up my leg and my dress moves upward with it. I'm not thinking anymore, just wanting – needing her touch. Our kiss has grown from soft and sweet to deep, passionate, and needy. When the first touch of her hand reaches my panties I moan into her mouth and my hips move on their own. If I could have wished for fabric to disintegrate I would have in that moment. She could have teased me and made me beg for it and I probably would have whole heartedly but based on her heavy breathing and the gasp she let out at feeling the moistness through the fabric, there was no waiting for either one of us. She pushed my panties aside and gave me a long stroke from top to bottom and I just about came apart at the seams. If not for the wall behind me I would have been a puddle on the floor and she had only just touched me. I broke our kiss and tilted my head back against the wall and moaned as her fingers began to work in circles. My dress was limiting my movement and hers so I quickly hiked it up around my waist and opened my legs for her. Her hand rewarded me by dipping one finger into me and moving it in and out. Her left hand found my breasts and squeezed them through my dress. Her mouth kissed and licked my throat all while her hand picked up speed and added a second finger to its assault. I could feel my body climbing and my hips were meeting her hand thrust for thrust. The only thoughts in my head were 'yes' and 'more' and I heard those words spill out in between the moans. I felt her teeth graze my throat just as her thumb began to circle where I was most sensitive. It felt exquisite! I could feel the heat growing between my legs and drips of my wetness run down my thigh. I knew I was close and reached out to grip the side of the wall for support. Her hand thrust into me harder and her thumb pressed down on me hard before rapidly moving side to side and I exploded. I came hard and loud in that bathroom and felt it from head to toe. Her hand kept up with me through the entirety of my orgasm then slowly massaged me down from my peak. I was panting and shaking by the end and didn't open my eyes for a moment or two. When I did, Jen was smiling at me and slowly pulled her hand out leaving me exposed and empty. She looked at her hand which was covered in my juices and brought it to her mouth. I watched as she thoroughly licked each finger and then sucked them into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she sucked her fingers clean and I felt myself clench at the image before me. Seeing her enjoy the taste of me on her hand was the hottest thing I had ever seen. When our eyes met again you could almost hear the fire between us crackle and I hissed in a breath as she moved in to kiss me. I tasted myself for the first time on her lips and I liked it. I feel myself starting to question what it all means and I slam it down and deepen the kiss instead. We're suddenly brought back to reality when we hear a much louder pounding on the door and a man's voice yelling for us to open up or he was coming in. Jen and I stare at each other for a second before bursting out in laughter. Can you imagine the bouncer coming in here and seeing me with my dress up around my waist and my panties pushed off to the side? Oh god! I hurriedly fix myself and check my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a bit messed up from Jen's hands and me resting it on the wall but besides that I just look flushed and giddy. Jen is washing her hands as quickly as possible and hands me some paper towel to wipe down my legs. She winks as she hands them to me and I feel myself flush even deeper. In record time we make ourselves presentable and she tells me to pretend to be ill and miserable before she pulls open the door. The bouncer is livid! He literally looked like a big ball of angry red muscle. I would have laughed had I not been trying to pull off my best sick to my stomach and pathetic act. Jen launched right into apologies for locking everyone out and plays up the fact that I'm feeling sick and just needed to be alone. She goes on and on about how some asshole hurt me and I drank way too much trying to numb the pain and that she was just trying to protect her friend. Honestly, even I lost track of her story at times and she was talking so fast but yet sounded so sure of herself that you couldn't help but believe her. Hell, even I started to believe her story for a second. When she was finished the bouncer didn't seem like he knew what to do next. Eventually he gave a half-hearted reprimand for taking over the bathroom and then offered to call us a cab. The club seems even more crowded when we make our way away from the bathroom. The bouncer leaves us to go call a cab and says he'll meet us at the door. I get the feeling he just wants us out and I don't know if that's more because we caused such a big problem with the bathroom or Jen's long story as our excuse. It takes several minutes for us to find Cara and Amanda. Cara is dancing with some guy and Amanda is curled up in a booth nearby having a very passionate make-out session. It's funny to think that I normally would have judged her for making out with a guy she just met in a dirty club booth but since I just finished doing the same and more in a bathroom – except for the whole with a woman thing, I really have no room to judge. I manage to pull Cara away from the very enthusiastic guy she's dancing with and have a yell in each other's ear attempt at a conversation trying to explain that I need to leave. I can tell she's just confused. One minute she thinks I'm sick and the next she thinks I'm getting kicked out. For goodness sake! I finally give up and grab a napkin off a nearby table and nab a pen from a passing waitress. I manage some form of shorthand saying I'm going home and Jen and I will share a cab if she and Amanda are staying. She stares at me like she's trying to see through my head after all the random parts of the story she was able to catch over the music but finally nods and says she's leaving too. We find Jen and Amanda by the door and I play up the sickness once again as we step outside. The bouncer had called a cab for two women so when the four of us came out the cab driver was a bit flustered. We decided to just squish in anyway and make a two person back seat work for four people. Somehow Jen and I end up squished up against each other next to one of the doors and I will swear up and down it wasn't on purpose. Cara and Amanda argued back and forth about who should get dropped off first while Jen and I tried to act natural. Maybe it should have been easy but it wasn't. On one side I was pressed tightly against a door and on the other even tighter against Jen's leg. The contact does things to my head. I think Jen is a bit flustered too and we're both trying hard to pretend like it doesn't matter. Once we're on our way to Amanda's apartment several conversations are started up and quickly die out. I can't focus. All I can think about is how obvious we must seem as if we're wearing some large banner. I don't think its guilt that is coursing through me but a certain level of shock mixing with desire. I feel like it's radiating off me like heat and Jen looks just as tense. I hear Cara call my name loudly and I jump. She's looking at me strangely and asks what's wrong with me and doesn't seem to believe my simple I'm fine comment. I think she must assume I'm depressed over Brent again so I flash a smile which seems to confuse her more. I catch Jen's smirk and I suddenly wish I was in a cab alone with my thoughts. As we make our way down the streets only Cara and Amanda are talking. It's pretty dark inside the cab and the lack of street lights in this neighborhood doesn't give any additional light. I tried to sneak a look at Jen's face but it's far too dark to see any expression. Just when I give up and look out the window I feel a slight touch on the outside of my right leg. I tense. I feel it again and know Jen is doing it on purpose. She begins stroking my thigh right near the edge of my dress. What is she doing? She pauses as we pass through a brighter area but continues as soon as we're plunged back into darkness. She begins stroking in small circles and I can feel goose bumps spread across my skin. She starts getting braver and moves her hand to the top of my thigh and along the hem of my dress. I can't believe she's doing this here in the car with other people right beside us, never mind the driver who could spot us in the rearview mirror with the right light at any point. I sneak a peek to see if the driver has done just that but he's focused on the road ahead and I can still hear the girls chatting away. I don't dare look at Jen and turn back to the window. When her hand slips down between my legs and slightly under my dress I fight to hold in a gasp. I have no idea if I succeed as all I can hear in my head is my own heartbeat and it's pounding faster by the minute. Jen freezes only briefly before beginning those maddening circles along the highly sensitive skin of my inner thigh. This is so insane and such a turn on all at the same time. Finally we pull up in front of Amanda's apartment building and Jen quickly pulls her hand into her own lap. We all say goodbye and Amanda slips out of the cab. Cara slides over to make room and Jen and I are forced to give each other some space. Suddenly I wish the backseat was still full and squirm in my seat trying to relieve the built up tension between my legs. Damn Jen and her little circles! Cara is still chatty and spends the rest of the trip talking up a storm. Jen engages with her but I just stay mostly quiet. A little while later we're outside Cara's apartment and she gives us both hugs before hopping out of the cab and paying her share of the trip. I don't know why but she stays at the curb and when the cab starts to pull away Jen slips her hand back between my legs and I see Cara's jaw drop before we're back in traffic and out of sight. Holy shit! Cara saw what Jen did. Jen doesn't seem to know and gives me a smile before staring straight ahead. Maybe she does know? Oh god I don't know and there are those circles again. What was I thinking about? We have the most oblivious cab driver on the planet. Within moments of pulling away from Cara's shocked expression Jen has completely cupped me between the legs and has slipped one finger under my panties. She has even shifted in her seat to give herself a better angle and never slid across the seat into the spot Cara left empty. I briefly think he may be gay but even if he was he would surely still react. Wouldn't you? Oh this cab ride just might kill me. Her finger is giving me slow and gentle strokes just inside my panties and it's driving me insane. There's no relief with this attention and the tension builds even more. I wish she was wearing a dress so I could return the favor but her jeans make access quite difficult. I'm trying so hard to keep myself together but when her finger slides inside me I let a little moan escape. The driver doesn't even flinch. Maybe that just sounded louder in my head than it really was. She repeats the motion a few more times and I moan again without even meaning too. This time I know she heard it and there's no way the cab driver can be that deaf. It's otherwise completely silent in this car, not even a note of music to drown me out. This time I catch his eyes in the rearview mirror when we're stopped at a red light and I know he knows. Well, shit. I give Jen a pleading look and if I'm totally honest I don't know if it's for her to stop or keep going. She just grins in response. Clearly she's enjoying this. She leans in close to my ear and whispers, "This is so hot." Surprisingly I agree but at the same time I can't believe I'm even in this situation. The cab driver returns his focus to the road and Jen gives me a brief break when she slides her finger out and resumes her gentle strokes. A little voice in my head says to just enjoy it and not care about the cab driver but I don't think I can. Nothing about this night is usual for me and it's all going so fast I don't even know how I feel about the bathroom activities never mind our exhibitionist style cab ride. I'm returning to my original thought that Jen must be really drunk when her finger slides into me again and thrusts in and out. My head drops backward of its own accord and I moan. I look into the rearview mirror and see the cab driver returning my stare. He shifts in his seat a bit and I think it's to get a better view in the mirror but Jen hasn't stopped her movements and I feel myself becoming lost in her touch again. I hear myself moan some more but seem to forget why that's a problem. I turn my head toward Jen and she's watching me with an intense gaze and her breathing is picking up. She really likes this. The cab rolls to a stop at a four way red light and she takes this as her cue to bring it home. Her hand picks up speed and so does my breathing. My hips are moving on the seat and I spread my legs as far as my dress will allow. She whispers in my ear again, "Let go." Her hand's thrusting continues and her other hand reaches around to rub me right where I need it most. I fall apart in the back of that cab with a set of dark eyes watching every move in the mirror. The last thing I see is his head turning around before my eyes close and my body quivers around Jen's fingers. A horn sounds and our driver quickly darts the cab forward trying to act natural. He fails. Jen has removed her hands and offers me one of her fingers staring at me intently. I keep her gaze and gently suck her finger into my mouth. Tasting myself for the second time I find myself wondering what she would taste like. This thought should throw me but it doesn't. Maybe it's because the look in her eye is all fire and desire. It's intoxicating. Jen pulls her finger from my lips when we pull up to her townhouse and she pulls money from her pocket to pay the driver. Just when I think she's getting out and we need to say goodbye she takes my hand and pulls me out of the cab with her. She tips the driver well and he sits there watching us until we're around the corner and out of sight. I can only imagine the story he will be telling his friends later. I turn back to Jen and watch her unlock her door. When she looks up I lean in and kiss her. It's gentle and sweet at first but quickly starts to deepen. I forget we're still outside her house when her hands cup my face and her tongue starts another dance with mine. She takes a step backwards into her doorway and I follow with our lips still locked together. I can't seem to get enough of her and it seems like it's a mutual feeling. I don't know how we went from just meeting for the first time tonight to devouring each other in her living room but the intensity is stronger than I've experienced with anyone else. I can't seem to focus long enough to figure it out and decide thinking is better left for later. Why ruin whatever this? Once we're in the house and the door is shut Jen suddenly blurts out, "I didn't expect this." Hmm. I guess I'm not the only one questioning what this is. I clearly don't have an answer for her and tell her I didn't either. She sighs and drops onto her couch before continuing, "I feel like I forced myself on you. I doubt Cara even told you I date men and women and I can be pretty forward sometimes. Shit, I didn't even stop to ask if it was ok and I knew you're right out of a bad break up. Oh god! That was so shitty, I'm so sorry!" I have to say stop a couple times before she finally quiets and takes a deep breath. Wow! Most of what she said is true but do I feel like she forced herself on me? No. I don't. I wasn't expecting it but I didn't want her to stop either. I wanted it and I wanted her. No, she shouldn't feel bad at all. I try my best to reassure her of this and by the time I finish she seems calmer. I don't know what all this makes me and I don't know how I'll feel about it tomorrow or three weeks from now but right this second I like it. I join her on the couch and we sit in silence a few moments before I tell her about Cara seeing her hand between my legs as we pulled away from her house. Jen looks shocked for a second before bursting out in laughter. It is pretty funny. My phone is probably blowing up already with messages and calls from her and I wouldn't be surprised if Jen's is as well. As her laughter dies off she says, "Sorry I'm laughing. I should have been more careful but I can just picture her freaking out after we left. I don't know what came over me in that cab. I'm not usually like that I swear! It was just so fun and hot to be touching you with people right there." She ends with a shy smile and I grin back. It was fun and hot isn't even the word for it. Jen has gone quiet again and I ask her if something is wrong. She shakes her head no but takes a deep breath. Suddenly she turns in her seat towards me and says, "Would it be crazy to ask you to stay tonight? I don't really want whatever we're doing to end yet. Will you stay?" I definitely don't want to leave and I can't imagine this being over before I get a chance to feel and taste her. Wow. When did I become such a sex fiend? I feel a smile spread across my face and I lean over and push her down to lay across the cushions. She gives a slight squeal at my sudden movement and I move over her to kiss her lips as my answer. We're all hands and tongues. My hands are traveling up and down her body feeling her lines and curves and hers are doing the same to me. My dress is limiting my movements but I'm able to move myself between her legs and start to kiss down her throat towards her chest. Her breathing has picked up again and she's begun to push my dress up my legs and over my ass as my lips make their way to her cleavage. I inch her shirt down bit by bit and kiss every bare inch of her skin. When her bra comes into view I dip my tongue between her breasts and trace along the edge of lace on each cup. She sighs in pleasure and I reach down to pull her shirt up and over her breasts. She shifts position to allow me to lift it over her head and it gets tossed on the floor. My fingers dance over her newly exposed skin and I'm amazed at how beautiful she looks. My finger follows the same path my tongue explored along the lace and I pull down the fabric to expose her nipple. It's pink and perfectly hard. I repeat the process on the other side and soon she's completely expose. She's closely watching my every move and I keep eye contact with her as I lower my tongue to her right nipple. Her eyes close as my tongue begins to swirl around the small nub and a small moan escapes her lips. Oh this is fun! I close my mouth around her nipple and give a little suck. She moans some more and I kiss my way over to the other nipple and repeat the same process. I really like this. I begin a slow path down her stomach with my hand and follow with my lips until I reach the top of her jeans. I look up at her as I undo the button and zipper. Her breathing is a little fast she keeps biting her lip in anticipation. I quickly shimmy her pants down and let them fall to the floor. I almost laugh out loud at the first thought that pops in my head, that she looks delicious in just her lacey bra and panties. I return my lips to her stomach and kiss my way around the sides of the fabric. The skin on her legs is silky smooth and my hands glide up her thighs. I allow my fingers to graze her through the thin fabric and she sucks in a sharp breath in response. Before I can second guess myself I slowly pull her panties down until they join her pants on the floor. I can't believe she's naked before me and a small voice in my questions if I even know what I'm doing. I've never been with a woman before and a little insecurity makes itself known. As a distraction to myself I move back up her body and lean down for a kiss. Maybe she sensed my hesitation because as she kissed me back so moved my right hand back down and put it between her legs. I can feel the heat radiating from her moistness and slowly move my fingers in to feel it. I never break the kiss as I feel her slickness for the first time and enjoy the moan she gives into my mouth. Feeling slightly braver I slide my fingers through her folds feeling her slightly quiver beneath me. I can see why she enjoyed this so much earlier, watching and feeling her begin to fall apart because of me is a heady feeling. An Accidental Awakening My confidence builds as I move my hand through her wetness and slide a finger inside her. She groans and spreads her legs further apart. I take one of her nipples into my mouth again and begin slow in and out motions with my hand. When she whispers for more I add a second finger and kiss down her belly. I know what I want to do next but part of me is nervous. I've never gone down on a woman before and the anticipation level for both of us is through the roof. I know she wants it and when my lips graze the top of her mound she gives in to a deep shiver. I can do this. I know what feels good for me and I can just do the same. I continue thrusting my fingers in her warmness and take my first taste of her. Sweetness floods my mouth and the deep groan from above is the best motivation to keep going. I push my tongue deeper and lick up the fold until I reach her bud. It's even better than I thought. Her moans are growing and so is my excitement. I swirl my tongue around and use my free hand to open her further. The two fingers inside her are covered in her wetness and I continue to pump them. I focus my tongue on her most sensitive spot and pick up intensity. When I peek up to see her face I find her eyes shut and her mouth open mid moan. She's panting and begging for more so that's what I give her. My hand speeds up and my tongue continues its dance. Her moans fill the room and I feel my own body clench in response. I can't help but moan myself when I feel her body begin to quiver and more juice begin to flow. Her whole body tenses up and she cries out loudly when her orgasm hits. Her fists clench into the fabric of the couch and her hips buck wildly. I keep my mouth on her and lap up the warm gush of sweetness that pours out of her. I feel like my entire body is humming in response to seeing her burst around me and I savor every last second of it. When she finally comes down from her climax I gently stroke her with my tongue and slowly extract my now quite tired fingers. My hand is pretty well soaked and she's still trying to catch her breath. I did it! I can't believe it and the first thing I think of is how much I want to do it again. I make my way back up her body kissing her belly and breasts as I go. When I make it up her throat to her lips her eyes flutter open and a small smile spreads across her face. I bring up my wet hand and stroke one finger across her bottom lip. She giggles before taking my finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. One of her hands takes hold of my wrist as she continues to lick her own juices. It's incredibly sexy. When she finishes she roughly pulls my head down to hers and we lock in another intense kiss. She moves one of her hands to my back and starts to slide down the zipper on my dress. Once it's down she sits us up on the couch and takes each strap off my shoulders one at a time. I slip off the couch and stand in front of her. The dress slowly moves down my body and piles at my feet. I kick off my heels while stepping out of my dress and she reaches out to stroke my stomach before standing with me. Still wearing her heels she towers over me and looks down at my pushed up cleavage. Using only one finger from each hand she traces the shape of my bra across each breast and around the sides meeting in the back. In one fluid motion she unhooks my bra and tears it off my body making my boobs bounce on my chest. I couldn't even tell you where it went. After a moment of just taking each other in she turns me around and pushes me down onto the couch. I land with a bounce and sit back on the cushion. Quickly, she reaches around her back and removes her bra before kneeling on the floor in front of me. I watch waiting for her next move. When she spreads my legs apart and kneels between them I shudder with need. Seeing her naked and between my legs makes my heart beat faster and I bite my lip to try to keep control. I'm pulsing with tension and I need release but I have a feeling she may take her time getting me there. She doesn't move until I lock eyes with her again. I keep my eyes on hers as she leans forward and kisses me between my breasts. I shiver. One hand slowly sneaks up my abdomen and ever so lightly touches one nipple. How can such a small touch be so intense? She repeats the touch on the other nipple and watches my reaction. When she starts her little circles on my right nipple I moan and drop my head back on the couch. Oh the things those circles do to me! She uses her other hand to mimic the same motions on my left nipple and I almost can't take it. I've always had sensitive nipples but this is too much and so amazing. I feel her hands leave my chest and her mouth soon replaces them. She takes turns sucking and teasing each nipple with her teeth until I'm crying out and my entire body is vibrating. Her fingers quickly slip under the sides of my panties and she yanks them off my body. She moves back between my legs and spreads me wide before her. She moans her approval and leans down to kiss my inner thighs. She takes her time moving up one thigh and down the other without touching where I want her lips the most. The teasing is driving me mad and I hear myself begging in a husky whisper. She looks up at me with a sly smirk and shakes her head before returning to my thighs. I watch her as she kisses closer and closer but always stopping short. I groan with frustration but she just moves to the start of the other leg. It's only when I toss my head back that I feel her pass her earlier invisible line and kiss just the edge where my legs meet my hot spot. She begins kissing around the border and holds my hips down when I try to move toward her lips. When she feels me stop fighting she lets the very tip of her tongue reach out and touches me at my center. I hiss in response and she does it again. After a couple maddeningly light licks I feel her full tongue lick me from top to bottom, tasting me. A long deep moan comes from deep inside me and I hear a smaller one echo from her. I can feel nothing but her mouth and my mind goes blank. She licks me again and pushes her tongue deeper into my warmth. If it wasn't for her hands holding me down I think I might just float away in bliss. Whatever control she had before seems to be evaporating fast as her tongue moves more insistently and delicious groans escape her mouth. My hips are trying to move around but she holds me tight to the couch and keeping me spread open. I keep trying to look down at her but the things she's doing with her tongue feel so amazingly good that I can't hold my head up. My breathing is heavy and my moans are getting increasingly louder. When she begins to focus her tongue on what is now the center of my universe I feel ripples of pleasure spread through my body and I know I won't last much longer. I start panting the word yes over and over as she presses her tongue into me harder and faster. I'm right on the brink of exploding when she does something unexpected. I feel her teeth along my most tender flesh and my world explodes. I feel intense heat like pleasure rip through every inch of my body down to my fingers and toes. I hear a loud cry fill the room and my body tenses arching right off the couch. Jen's hands are on my hips keeping me with her and her mouth is still on me. It feels like it won't end and I want to cry out stop and never stop all at the same time. I could stay here forever. When I finally glide back down from my climax Jen is gently kissing where her tongue had just been. Opening my eyes I look down at her and watch her worship my core. I can see wetness around her mouth and on her chin. My body is still twitching and there are tingles all over my skin. Everything is so sensitive right now I think I could explode into a million pieces at the slightest touch. When she finally pulls back and looks into my face I can't help but smile. I reach down and place my finger under her chin and guide her up to me. When she is completely hovering over my body and looking down at my face I whisper kiss me and pull her in. Her lips are slicked in my juices and I taste my sweetness mixed with the taste of her mouth. It's wonderful. I would have never expected my night to end this way when I left my apartment only hours ago. I have no idea where we go from here and the answer to that might be nowhere. I find that I hope that isn't the case. We eventually get off the couch and Jen leads me to her bedroom. We slip into her bed and lay there staring at each other lost in our own thoughts. We haven't said much since we finished but it doesn't feel like we need to right now. Tomorrow morning might be a different story but right now I'm sated and exhausted. As I drift off to sleep I wonder what this could mean for future relationships and find myself silently thanking that dirty whore for showing me how wrong my relationship with Brent really was. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be lying in bed with the taste of a woman on my lips and feeling content for the first time in a long time. Life is funny, isn't it?