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Nina's Night Out

By: Nina21



It was my first night out in a long time. My friends aren't big on clubs, they like movies and Mexican food, so it was a rare treat when Lily had text me that afternoon (always last minute with Lily!) to ask if I wanted to head out on the town for drinks. Of course, I wasn't surprised to learn that her boyfriend had left her and I imagined my night would be 5 hours or more of peeling her off random men.

That being said, I was still excited. I had a shower, light dinner and got ready. She wanted to meet me at 9, so I had plenty of time. I curled my long dark hair into large barrelled ringlets and scoured my wardrobe. I found a black halterneck dress that clung tightly to my body and flowed out from my hips to mid-thigh and decided I would wear that and accessorize in colour -- hot pink stiletto heels, pink bangles and a hot pink clutch purse. 

As I had the time, I experimented with my make-up and decided I liked the look of soft pink eyeshadow with black eyeliner and deep red lipstick. The eyeliner made my doe-like eyes look all the more defined, while the subtle colour didn't detract from the bright colour of my lips. I've always loved my lips -- they have that whole cupid's bow thing going on, and they're full, but not so full that I look like I've got a fat lip or I'm pouting.

The taxi arrived at 8:30 with Lily in the back. Evidently, she had already been drinking. Being blonde, she'd decided on a striking bright red dress and bright red lipstick. She wore false eyelashes with dark smokey eyes and a lot of bronze and glitter across her chest, blush defining her cleavage. Lily always tried to push her breasts up on the rare occasions we went out, though I never saw the point. She was barely into a B cup on a good day, and next to my DDs they pales into insignificance.

However, Lily had a fantastic pair of legs, and a very tight little butt and when I climbed into the taxi I noticed that those too were on show. She was a little thing with a 22" waist, with subtle curves. Gorgeous, by all accounts and very, very drunk.

"Nina-Nina-Nina-Nina-Nina!!" she slurred, and giggled to herself, wrapping her arms around me in the taxi. "I brought a flask, shhh, shhh."

I laughed and shook my head, "Okay honey, you leave that alone for a little while or the night'll be over before we start."

She managed not to touch it for the duration of the taxi ride, as she was too busy whining to me about her now ex. This relationship had lasted a whole 6 months, and that was a record. Though to be fair to Lily, mine was still going and yet Micah was not the only man I was sleeping with. Say what you like about Lily, but she was loyal.

We pulled up in the city centre and I helped Lily out of the car to a few wolf whistles, "Oi oi darlin'! Fucking hell!" some guy all of about 18 years old shouted, elbowing his friends and pointing us out.

I rolled my eyes and we made our way into the first bar. Normally I'd started slowly, but I figured Lily was so far gone I'd better catch up. "Double Jack Daniels and coke please, and..."

"I'll have a blow job! Haha!" Lily leant up on the bar, her arse poking out from the bottom of her dress. She promptly received her first spank of the night from a tall guy in his late 30s, maybe even early 40s and drunk as she was decided he was worth chatting to. I shook my head. 

"Can you make that a straight up Jack Daniels with ice? Thanks." Fuck the coke.

It didn't take long before I was drunk enough that I was on a bit of a fuzzy cloud, where everything was funny and every song was my absolute favourite. It was after my 5th Jack Daniels that some Rihanna song came on and I decided I had to dance. I stumbled to the dance floor and began to bump my hips along with the music.

I got groped a few times but was too busy dancing to notice anything more. When the song finished I pushed off the dance floor and headed back to the bar, where Lily was nowhere to be seen. The pit fell out of my stomach -- where the fuck had she gone? I looked everywhere I could think to; the dance floor, the booths, the bar, the toilets. She was nowhere.

I headed outside and asked a bouncer if he'd seen her. "Yeah, not gonna forget that dress any time soon. She just left with someone about 5 minutes ago."

I shook my head and pouted at him, "Fuck." Was all I could think to say.

"Nina?" I turned sluggishly to face the woman who had tapped me on the shoulder.

I didn't recognise her, and I'm sure as drunk as I was that the confusion was plain on my face. "Do I know you?" I asked, looking her up and down.

he was fake tanned, with false nails and a pink dress that was similar to Lily's in length, but held up with spaghetti straps. She broke it up with a black waspie cinching in her waist and holding up her full breasts. She had dark, straight hair falling down past her shoulders and was about an inch shorter than me in her heels. I would have guessed her age at about 27, only a few years older than me.

She laughed. "No, I'm Emma. Your friend Lily told me to ask you to wait here for her. She said she'd be back in about a half hour." 

I sighed and threw my hands up in the air. "Great! Thanks... for telling me." I turned to go back inside and she caught my arm. I frowned back at her, "What?"

She laughed again, a cute little laugh, and let go of me. "We can hang out if you like, till your friend gets back. I'm still waiting for my boyfriend to meet me when he finished his shift."

I looked at her and in my drunken state decided that I wanted to hug her, so I did. I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her to me, and she placed her delicate hands on my waist. "I take that as a yes then! Come get a drink with me!"

We headed back in to the bar and bought a couple of cocktails. "You just have to try a screaming orgasm!" she'd shouted to me over the music. And so I had. I liked it -- it was something with Baileys and a LOT of cream. And it made me very, very dizzy. I was swaying back and forth, I was sure. I'd reached that pleasant level of drunk where one more would make me very sick and it was as though Emma knew. She slipped an arm around me and pulled me towards the dance floor. "Come on!" she yelled.

I followed and she spun me round so that she stood behind me, her hands rested on my hips as she swayed against me and I mimicked what I could feel of her movements. The song was something random, Cooler Than Me, I think. She leaned in close to my shoulder and giggled against my ear. It was then that I realised the feel of her pressed against my back was making me a little horny.

I could feel her breasts, large but pert against my back, and her hands were gently caressing my hips. Her breath against my neck sent shivers through me and I frowned to myself. I could always appreciate an attractive woman, but I never really got turned on by them. At least, not like this.

The black g-string I had slipped on under my dress was getting quite wet, and I realised that my pussy felt hot. I'd never done anything with a woman, but I already knew I was going to try it. I turned, kicking myself internally and knowing that I was about to be rejected but the thrill of it was making things low in my body tingle.

I slid my hands up around her waist and around her, down over her lower back and towards her arse. It wasn't particularly firm, but it was full and round and I gave her a gently squeeze. Her blue eyes met mine with a look of surprise, but she didn't pull away. One hand went to my side, and then I felt the other cup my breast nervously. 

Before we could decide that it was a bad idea, I leant in and kissed her full on her pretty mouth. Gently at first, and then a little harder. Her grip on my breast tightened and the hand on my waist pulled me closer. Then she began to return the kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth to find mine and roughly she massaged hers against mine.

Leaving one hand on her arse, I reached up to grab a handful of her hair and pulled it. She jerked back from me and caught my eye again, but from the look she gave me, she was enjoying this. She attacked me with her mouth, tongue viciously seeking mine as her hands explored the curves of my body before she bit my lower lip and tugged on it.

She was a little wild cat, and the alcohol in my system was only fuelling my desire. My clit was swollen against my panties, and I felt tight with excitement. I wondered how wet Emma was, and decided that I wanted to find out. As she pinched my nipple through the fabric of my dress, I slid my hand up under her dress to feel her. 

My fingers met with her hot, wet pussy and for a moment I was shocked. She was not wearing underwear. Then I realised that this was much to my advantage and she had not pulled away. She gasped against my mouth and I felt her panting as she pressed her chest against mine, moving her mouth to my ear, "Touch me." She said.

I was sure we were being watched, but I couldn't have cared any less. It felt amazing as I slipped a finger inside her tight, wet hole. I thought I heard her whimper against my ear and she began to kiss down to the nape of my neck. I moved my finger back and forth, and moved my thumb to flick back and forth over her clit.

Slowly she started to tilt her pelvis towards me, spreading her legs a little further apart and allowing me better access to her lips. I slid another finger inside her and slowly pushed them back and forth, continuing to circle her clit with my thumb.

Someone bumped into us and Emma almost fell into me. For a moment we both realised what we were doing, and I withdrew my hand from beneath her dress. She looked at me, in what I deemed to be an accusing manner and before she could say anything I ducked away, heading for the ladies. What the fuck had I done?

Amazingly there was no queue, and I was able to get straight through and wash my hands. It always amazed me how much the music dulled when the door of a club's restroom closed. There was someone in one of the cubicles, I could hear her talking to someone on her phone. I looked at myself in the mirror and stared. What the fuck, Nina? What the fuck? I had no interest in women, how drunk was I?

Before I could consider it any further, Emma was behind me. She looked at me in the mirror and I could see her chest heaving as she panted heavily. I turned to face her, "Emma, I'm sorry-" I didn't get the chance to finish. Her mouth was on mine and she was pulling me towards the end cubicle. I considered not kissing her back, but her warm mouth on mine set my body on fire. 

I wrapped my arms around her and let her pull me into the cubicle, the sweet taste of the cocktail she had been drinking on my tongue. She maneuvered the door shut behind us and flicked the lock, before she promptly thrust me back against the door. Her hands explored my breasts and went up to my neck, untying the string of the halterneck and exposing my top half. Her mouth moved to my ear, "You know what you're doing with your fingers," she murmured.

Surprised that I had aroused her so much, I giggled and then gasped as she roughly grasped my breasts and lowered her mouth to suck my large pale pink nipple. She teased me with her tongue, sucking roughly and even brushing her teeth over the flesh of my tit. I stifled a moan and moved my hands to roughly pull her dress up to her waist, exposing her lower half.

As my nipples stiffened under her touch, I slipped my hand back down to her bald pussy and used my index and middle finger in a left-to-right motion over her clit. She sighed with pleasure against my nipple and began to kiss around the breast, moving up to my collarbone and then to suck on my neck. "Bite me, please," I whispered.

And she did.

Sharply, her teeth raked against the soft skin of my neck and sent a shiver of pleasure through me. She pinched my nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugged, producing a moan from me that I couldn't cover up. I retaliated by thrusting two fingers forcefully inside her tight, wet pussy, starting fast and hard. She'd had a slow build up on the dance floor.

Emma couldn't hold back the shriek of enjoyment that came from her and had to raise herself from my throat. The girl who was talking on the phone yelled, "What's going on?"

Emma and I giggled, but I didn't stop thrusting my fingers inside her. She panted and bit her lip, her tongue flicking out and tracing a wet line across her upper lip. "You're so hot," I whispered to her and she grinned, her eyes closing as she backed up and braced herself against the cubicle wall. I followed and groped at her left breast with my free hand, and dropped to my knees.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I came face to face with her sweet, wet mound. It wasn't a fake tan; she was tanned everywhere.

I slowed my fingers and began a steady rhythm of pumping them inside her and she sighed, leaning heavily against the cubicle wall as she slowly stepped out of her heels for better balance and spread her legs wider apart for me.

Moving my mouth to her clit, I breathed out against her and she shuddered, her hands slapping flat against the wall. She tilted herself to me, desperate for my tongue on her while my fingers got wetter and wetter with her arousal. I had never eaten pussy before, but the alcohol made me confident and I let my tongue flick out to taste her. She squeaked.

She tasted sweet, and her juices were thick. My hand was soaked, and she was beginning to moisten her thighs. I brushed my lips against her clit and then flicked my tongue over it, circling her with the tip of my tongue and using my free hand to part her lips, exposing the little mound further. I laid my mouth over it and began to suck as Micah often did to me, and I enjoyed. It always brought me to a rather quick and intense orgasm.

"Oh God," Emma squealed, wriggling under my touch. I snaked a hand up her body to cup her breast and feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. I pinched her firmly and tugged as I began to thrust my fingers more quickly in and out of her, sucking her clit between my lips and rapidly flicking it with my tongue inside my warm, wet mouth. She tasted good, and I could feel her body beginning to shake.

"Yes, yes," she whispered as a group of women burst into the toilets laughing, loud music with a heavy bass line flowing in as they entered. I didn't stop.

It was then that I felt Emma's pussy begin to clench around my fingers. Once very tightly and then she clapped a hand over her mouth as she sank down onto my fingers, her muscles tightly pulsing around my fingers as heat spread through her lower parts and I felt her against my mouth. This lasted for almost a minute before she grabbed my wrist and my hair and made me stop. "Fuck," she whispered as the girls outside continued their inane chatter. "That was... intense." She pulled me up and kissed me, licking my lips and tasting herself on me. "Mmm... you need to come home with me."

I blinked and remembered one detail. "What about your boyfriend?"

She smiled mischievously, "I don't mind if you don't."

Nina's Night Out Ch. 02



Emma and I had straightened ourselves up, replacing our clothing and stepping out of the cubicle to wash our hands as though nothing had happened. I had to touch up my makeup as the red lipstick had stained around my mouth.

The girl who had been on her phone was leant against the sinks, eyeing us suspiciously as she continued to talk to whoever was on the other end of the phone. As the bathroom door closed behind us, I'm sure I heard her say, "I swear there were some lesbos-"

Emma took my hand and twined my fingers through hers, pulling me out through the club to the bar. She ordered two more cocktails, and two shots. I have no idea what they were, but the shot burned all the way down and left a thick sweet taste at the front of my mouth. The cocktail was fruity, but damned alcoholic and I sipped at it tentatively while Emma sucked hers down.

We tried to hold a conversation, but over the music it was hard. I'm not sure she knew what I was saying, and I only caught snippets of information from her. She'd never done that before, she kept saying. She'd made out with a girl or two, haven't we all? But that had been intense, and the possibility of getting caught made it hotter. I couldn't help grinning to myself that I'd made her cum so quickly, and was acutely aware that in actual fact, I couldn't wait to do it again.

Not to mention, I had yet to orgasm, and was still throbbing against the soaking fabric of my thong. I found myself hoping that she had toys to play with; I love vibrations. And then, as the dizzy drunken haze thickened inside my head, I began to wonder what her boyfriend must look like and exactly what "shift" he was finishing. Did she want me to have sex with him too? Or just want him to watch?

"Nathan's calling!" she shouted, and pulled me outside with her to answer the phone.

We pushed through a crowd of people to get out onto the street. By this point it was almost midnight, when the party atmosphere was peaking. Bars would be wanting to close up by 1, and the clubs by 2, though a couple were open till 4 a.m. Or at least, that had been the case the last time I had gone out. 

Lily didn't seem to have made a reappearance.

Emma didn't answer the phone in time, but didn't have to. She stepped past the bouncer and a very large man picked her up and kissed her. 

"Hey you," he said, placing her gently on the floor before realising she was attached to me. 

"Who's this?"

Giggling, Emma looked up at her boyfriend and said "This is Nina, she's... my friend."

Nathan frowned, and looked me over. I returned the gesture, thinking God damn. He had to be at least six four, he was ridiculously tall. Short jet black hair, designer stubble and I couldn't make out his eye colour in the light but I thought they might have been green. I imagined he'd just finished his shift as a bouncer, because the guy was thick set through the shoulders, with a barrel chest. He was muscled, but not to the ridiculous point like Jake and I wondered what he was going to think of me coming home with them.

"Hey, Nina," he said, and held his hand out to shake mine. "Don't think we've met before."

"Emma and I just met tonight," I slurred, letting go of his thick-fingered hand and slipping my arms around her waist from behind. She giggled, and so did I.

There was that frown again. "Um... okay. Well, Nina, it's nice to meet you but Emma and I are just heading out for a drink or two and we're going home."

Emma shook her head and said, "Change of plans."

I'm sure if I'd been sober I would have felt a little awkward, because Nathan didn't seem at all interested in me. He was obviously looking forward to those couple of drinks and probably taking Emma home to get her naked and do naughty things to her. Of course, I was now looking forward to that too and I didn't want him spoiling my night.

"Emma, seriously? I don't want to stay out all night partying again, please." Poor guy. Maybe he didn't get it.

Emma turned to me and studied my face. I frowned – she was going to send me home, to my place. And then she did something that surprised me, she kissed me. Softly, pressing her lips against mine, and then parting them with her tongue. The way she kissed me slowly made my insides turn over with excitement, and then she released me and looked at Nathan.

I saw the understanding creep over his face, and then confusion. "You... I'm... I don't follow, Emma."

He did, but he wanted confirmation. Emma just smiled and handed him her phone. "Call a taxi," she said.

And he did.

When we got in, Emma made sure that I sat between her and Nathan. He watched as she slid her hand over my thigh, slowly slipping up the inside of my dress. She brushed the fabric of my underwear and I stifled a whimper, gripping Nathan's thigh. He shifted uncomfortably but didn't move my hand, and licked his lips.

"Good night?" the taxi driver asked. He was a man in his mid-forties with a receding hairline and the makings of a pot belly.

"Uh, yeah mate," Nathan replied as Emma teased her fingertips around the edges of the thong, looking from Nathan to me. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise and slid my hand a little further up Nathan's thigh. He shifted in his seat.

"Been bar hopping much?" He asked, glancing up into the rear-view mirror.

"Uh, no mate," Nathan said.

Emma leaned into me and used her index finger to pull my panties to one side while she slid her middle finger up inside me. I gasped wordlessly, and let my head fall back against the seat as she teased me, slipping oh-so-slowly in and out, in and out. Her mouth fell to the nape of my neck and she left butterfly kisses in a trail up my throat to my earlobe. 

"Pop the button on his jeans," she whispered, before flicking her tongue over the pulse in my throat.

"Oh right. I like a good pub crawl, me. You had much to drink?" I found myself wishing we'd gotten a less talkative taxi driver.

Nathan was about to answer when I moved my hand to pop the button on his jeans and looked at him with a grin. His eyes widened, but he half-smiled back at me and finally said "No, I was at work, these two were drinking."

"Ahhh I see," he said, and laughed before he glanced at me in the mirror, "Feeling a bit worse for wear my love?"

"Mmm, I'm fine," I breathed, and squeaked as Emma decided that was the time to pinch my clit between her forefinger and thumb.

"What are you doing?" The taxi driver asked, frowning at me as I sighed when Emma replaced her middle finger inside me and began to stroke the sensitive mound of my clit with her fingers.

"Making your seats wet," I laughed as I pulled the zip down on Nathan's jeans and felt for his cock. He was hard and throbbing in his boxers.

"What?" He half-shouted, and braked a little, whirling his head to look at us. "Oi, what do you think you're doing?"

Emma stopped pleasuring me and I winced. "I'm trying to have an orgasm!" I explained.

He pulled over there and then. "Out!" he said, "Get out of my taxi!"

I pouted and Nathan opened the door, "We're almost home mate, come on, this is the middle of nowhere."

I looked outside, and he was right. It was dark, and we had stopped in a layby. There was woodland on either side and I had absolutely no idea where we were. However, by that point, I didn't care. I just wanted to cum.

The taxi driver had stepped out of the car to argue with Nathan, and Emma was opening the door when I had an idea. I slid out of the car, and moved towards Nathan who was trying to persuade the taxi driver to get us the rest of the way home.

"Want to watch?" I asked him.

He stopped what he was saying mid-sentence and stared at me. "What?"

Emma grabbed my hand and Nathan's and stood between us, resting her head against my shoulder and looking at the taxi driver. "If we let you watch, will you take us home?" I slurred, and giggled, lifting a hand to massage Emma's breast.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with-"

"Okay," he said.

"What?" Nathan asked, staring at him. "Are you serious?"

The taxi driver just nodded, and motioned his head toward the car. 

Emma laughed and led me around the front of the car. I stumbled in my heels on the rough ground and she caught me, before forcing me to bend over the bonnet.

I spread my legs wide for her and let her lift my dress up over my arse to give the two men a good view of me. I sighed with anticipation as she slid the thong down from my hips, past my soaking wet thighs to my ankles, and planted a soft kiss against my slit.

"Fuck..." I heard the taxi driver breathe. 

Emma stood up then and spanked me. I gasped and giggled, writhing against the warm metal of the car bonnet. Her fingers brushed against my lips and she pushed one inside me, then two. She stood to one side of me so the men could see her fingers buried in my pussy and she spanked me again.

I yelped, and felt myself tighten around her fingers at the shock. She was enjoying this.

Three more times she spanked me as she slowly fucked me with her fingers. I felt the orgasm building, and then she began to increase the speed. Faster and faster, until there was barely a second between her fingertips brushing my opening, and her palm meeting my body. I bucked and she pushed me back down against the car and held me there as I came.

My whole body felt hot, and I could feel the colour rising in my face and throat, my nipples tight and hard as I finally got the release I'd been wanting since it began on the dance floor. I gasped and she withdrew her fingers from me. She waited for me to stand and turn before sucking on them.

I leant dazedly back against the bonnet of the taxi and tried to catch my breath. I barely had the chance before I noticed that the taxi driver was standing in front of us, and stroking his cock. This was a far cry from the objections he'd had to a little fingering in the back of his taxi.

I couldn't help it. I giggled, and then Emma saw him too and she began to giggle. But then he said, "Let me fuck you."

Nathan interrupted before I had the chance to be disgusted. "Hey, look, she let you watch, now take us home."

The taxi driver fixed him with a glare, "I could just leave you here!"

That made Nathan angry and he clenched his fists, "Fuck off then, we'll call another taxi-"

"Good luck getting them to find you!" He snorted, and Nathan turned to Emma, shaking his head.

The taxi driver was right, but there was no way on this earth I was going to let him fuck me. "I don't have a condom," I said, "But, get in the back."

Still stroking his stiff cock, he did as he was told and climbed into the back seat. I followed him in, and knelt in the footwell beside him. He was breathing heavily and looking down at me through the thin frames of his glasses as he nervously licked his lips.

I took his cock in my hand and thought of getting to strip that tight pink dress from Emma and bury my face in her pussy while Nathan watched. I slid my mouth over the head and further down the shaft, massaging my tongue against the flesh as I went. He let out a moan and I began to bob up and down, covering the length of him with my saliva.

My right hand stroked the shaft as I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock, my left hand cupping and gently massaging his balls. He let out an appreciative groan and curled his fingers in my hair, pulling before he forced me to choke on his cock.

I gagged and tried to pull myself up but he didn't let me. Then I realised why. as he throbbed in my mouth and I felt warm, thick fluid coursing down my throat. That hadn't lasted long – thank God.

He let me up to breathe after four spurts of cum and I gasped for air. 

I let him recover himself for a moment as I swallowed down the cum, coughed and looked at him. "Will you take us back now?"