For a couple years in my 20s I was part of a friend group that loved to go clubbing. I liked getting drunk and sleeping with randoms I’d meet at the club, so I went along. Several of the girls in the group were gay including Lilith, who came out with me that night. I had always liked Lilith, she was just this beautiful, curvy ball of sunshine. She had just gotten out of a pretty toxic relationship with her ex-girlfriend and I think she just wanted to have some fun. Despite my horndog nature, my first priority is generally making sure my friends are having a good time while also making sure they’re not falling on their asses drunk.
So I spent the first half of the night buying fireball shots for Lilith and myself (her favorite, not mine) and trying my best to get the perfect level of drunk for the dance floor. Over the course of my life some very generous people have told me that I’m a good dancer, I’m not really sold. But I will say that I’m what you might call ‘pretty fly for a white guy’. I look like fucking Shaggy from Scooby Doo, so people are always shocked to see I have decent rhythm and smooth footwork. The problem is that if I don’t get drunk enough I will never have the guts to get on the floor, so when I go clubbing I have to front-load my drinking. I started with 2 shots and a ‘strong island iced tea’, by the time I finished the cocktail I was convinced I had Liberace’s drip. Perfect.
Lilith and I made our way to the dance floor, facing each other as our silhouettes were backlit by the strobing, shifting colors. Our bodies moved with the music and slowly became more in sync as we smiled and laughed at how good it felt to just dance as friends. As the next song came on we edged closer on the floor, moving into each other little by little. At one point I put my hand on her hip as we danced closer and she leaned into me. Just then, she got a phone call. Lilith moved off the dance floor and out onto the patio to respond. Time to get more drunk, I decided. There’s no way my hot, bubbly lesbian friend was hitting on me, I needed to put that thought to bed – TO REST, put it to rest. This girl is a gold-star pussy lover, my dick was not wanted or needed. Time to drown my lust in whiskey.
When Lilith came back inside she had a girl with her that looked remarkably similar to her. Same nose, same lips, same curvy, gorgeous body. I introduced myself, she told me they were cousins, her name was Tiffany. For a little bit our dynamic was kind of thrown off while we struggled not to third-wheel anybody. I ended up asking Tiffany the occasional question about herself while we drank at the bar and she played catch up. She said she didn’t get to go out a lot because of her ex (who was a guy). At that point, she started talking to Lilith about her ex but I kind of zoned out. I’m sure Tiffany was very nice but her overall vibe was very basic and boring, so I kind of just resolved to have fun dancing with the ladies.
Honestly that was the right choice, as the night went on I focused my attention on having fun with my friend and we moved to a different, more crowded club. By this point Lilith and I were a skip and a hop away from wasted. As we danced amidst the sea of swaying bodies we once again slinked closer under the pulsing lights. I looked her in the eyes and smiled at her as our faces crept closer. Then something I never expected happened: Lilith kissed me deeply. Passionately. Her lips were so soft and her kiss was sweet but greedy. I felt her tongue probe mine between breaths. We were making out, I was straight up making out with a lesbian in the middle of the dance floor. It’s not an exaggeration to say she was by far the best kisser I’ve ever been with. Then she ran her hand down my chest and squeezed my cock through my pants. I was getting some mixed signals here.
Before I could cope with this confusing turn of events, Lilith turned around and pressed her ass into my hips, grinding directly against my dick. She and her cousin both were wearing those low-cut, tight, short dresses that girls wear to clubs when they want to send out major fuck-me-vibes. Feeling her juicy ass grinding against me through the thin fabric was making me rock hard. In the middle of a crowd of people. But fuck it, nobody was looking at us, they were all in their own little lust bubbles with each other. The dim lights and flickering images of the projector exposed us just enough to be unbearably horny but kept us obscured enough to feel safe. My hands found their way to her hips and guided her body against mine in a desperate rhythm. We were both lost in each other, just feeling our bodies blurring together on the dance floor.
Once more she reached behind herself and ran her hand over my cock, teasing me. Unable to stay patient, I slid my hands up from her hips and squeezed her perfect, round tits. Turning her head back, she moaned into my mouth as we kissed over her shoulder. I reached my left hand into the right cup of her bra and felt her bare, heavy breast, playing with her nipple. At this point she turned back around and we pushed through the crowd until her back was against the wall. Our kisses became more hungry and my hand explored her thigh, teasing closer and closer to her hot pussy. In the middle of a packed club, I slid my fingers up, pulled her panties to the side and pushed my fingers inside of her. She pulled my hips closer to her to make it less obvious as I pumped my fingers in and out, tickling her g-spot. By this point I was just about breaking my wrist trying to isolate all the motion of my arm to one place. Lilith moaned brazenly into my ear as the music muted the volume of her pleasure.
Before the song ended I felt her soaking wet pussy tense around my fingers as she braced herself against me. As we both struggled to grasp that I had just finger-blasted her in the middle of a sea of strangers, we leaned into each other and swayed slowly. My hands made their way back to her hips and just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Tiffany behind me, holding a drink. Well that’s awkward, right? Had she seen me fingerfuck her cousin just then? Apparently not, she pulled me in for a kiss as well. Even in my drunken state I managed to stop myself from cupping her face with my pussy-juice soaked hand. I just sort of awkwardly held my hand away from her and myself as she kissed me (much worse than Lilith had, sorry Tiffany). Then she gestured for us to come outside with her.
We sat down on the wrought iron patio seating, Lilith and I coming to terms with just how drunk we were. Tiffany seemed surprisingly lucid. After I got us all waters, she offered to take us all home. It was nearly closing time and I for one was pretty fucking tired. Not long after we were shuffling through the streets with the other drunk, horny hooligans, trying to find Tiffany’s car. In some strange cosmic prank, Tiffany realized only upon returning to her car that she’d left her keys inside. We had to spend another hour or so waiting for a locksmith as she debated whether she should just break her window. I just wanted to go home. Lilith was absolutely beat, as was her pussy.
Once every single person in a mile radius had gone home for the night, the locksmith finally arrived and unlocked her car with alarming ease. I rode shotgun and chatted with Tiffany as she drove Lilith back to her house. There wasn’t much of a peep from Lilith until we deposited her safely at her place, and set off toward mine. The lights over the highway reflected across the windshield in these soothing, even intervals. For the last few minutes of the drive Tiffany and I went silent. Just soaking up the atmosphere of the late night city lights. When she pulled up to my place, she turned off her engine. That’s odd, I thought. So I said, “Were you wanting to come in?” more out of confusion than as an invitation.
“Yeah, sure!” she replied with a level of energy I couldn’t see myself mustering at 3:30 am. At this point this whole night was confusing the shit out of me. Why did my lesbian friend grab my dick? Why is her cousin now trying to come home with me? I hadn’t even shown this girl much interest. If I had to psychoanalyze her I’d guess that this was just her trying to get over her ex. Perhaps both of them had been using me a bit to get over their exes. Not that I’d mind. Tiffany was cute, I just didn’t have the same chemistry with her that I did with Lilith. Since I’d already fingered her very similar-looking cousin I wasn’t exactly thirsting after her at the moment. But, I didn’t want to be rude. So I let Tiffany in, gave her a quick tour and brought her over to my couch.
We made a little more small-talk about her controlling ex and her fresh singledom, then she said something to me along the lines of “I don’t usually fuck with white boys,” which seemed like a weird thing to say so I just nodded as if that meant something to me. Without much warning she climbed onto my lap, seemingly out of nowhere and started to kiss me again. I don’t mean to rag on Tiffany so much because I’m sure she’s a competent kisser now, but I had just experienced the best kisses of my life from a good friend of mine. She was definitely not impressing me. But as she started to grind on me I felt it again, my dick started to stiffen beneath her big, thick ass just as it had with her cousin. Her dress was riding up, I could feel her warm, wet panties grinding against my thigh. Climbing off my lap, she swung around and pressed her ass down reverse cowgirl giving me a sort of impromptu lap dance.
I know I said I wasn’t super interested in her, but sitting on my couch (a little shitfaced) with her short, slutty dress riding up as she rocked her hips – Tiffany was growing on me. No wait, actually I was growing on her. Against her. My cock was straining against my pants. Her dress peeled past her bare ass, exposing her red thong. I’ll admit, she wasn’t much for conversation but she was quite the good little stripper. Those big, round ass cheeks were smothering my dick on either side. I took my first opportunity to unzip my pants and break free from the confines of my ever-shrinking trousers. As my cock slid snuggly down her crack she arched her back so that her drenched thong ground up against me as well.
Taking her ass in my hands, I gave her a good hard squeeze and a slap. Then without a word, I pulled her thong to the side and lowered her hips back down. Her hot pussy engulfed my cock easily, she was sopping wet. She stayed with her back arched forward, dropping her jiggling ass on me again and again. It was quite a view. The way her butt shook on my lap it looked like she was twerking while she was fucking me. After a few more good, hard slaps, I leaned forward and pulled her dress down at the top until her shapely tits spilled out into my hands. Out of my drunken fog for just a moment I asked her, “Are you on birth control?”
“No,” she said, “But I don’t think I can have kids.” She explained that she and her previous boyfriend had experienced a miscarriage after raw-dogging. I was not convinced, even in my current stupor. I happened to know I was very capable of having kids. And I knew that miscarriages are super common and not at all a guarantee of infertility. But I didn’t want to get into a biology lesson while this dummy was mounting me like a marlin. So I just resigned myself to pulling out when the time came. I did not want to be connected to this person forever. In all honesty I’m fairly certain she felt the same about me, I think she just wanted to feel something.
I could understand that. For the time being I was in no danger of knocking her up (save for my pre-cum, but I was too drunk to consider that), so I started slamming her ass down onto my hips. She’d let out tight-lipped little moans as she sunk down on my cock each time. Before long I decided I wanted to take control so I lifted her off of my lap and changed positions to missionary. Guiding my cock back to her wet slit, I teased her a little first before pushing all the way in. She wrapped her legs around me while I got up on my knees and raised her hips so that I could pound down against her cervix, grazing her g-spot with each stroke. After a few minutes she started moaning louder, throwing her head back and tightening her grip around my waist (and around my cock).
Her legs locked around my hips were keeping me trapped inside of her. Every pump into her in this position was bringing me dangerously close to emptying my balls into her unprotected cunt. I think that the fact that it would be stupid just made me want it more. Each thrust became longer and deeper, pulsing a little at the end as I fought the urge to fill her womb with cum. Probably shouldn’t test my luck, I thought to myself. But then again… I could just load her up to the brim, in this position it would be easy to get that fertile pussy pregnant. God I’m dumb. It was decision time as I continued to press my cock as deep as it would go. Should I risk it? Her legs tucked behind me weren’t making it an easy thing to resist. But resist I did. With every ounce of self-control I had I pulled my hips back, my cock springing free. On the very arc of its swift exit, my dick sprayed cum all over her body. Thick white ropes shot all over her dress and tits, one glob even splashed her right on the eyebrow. As my orgasm took control of my body she squeezed her legs tighter around me. My cum-leaking cock ground against her sloppy pussy as droplets oozed out of my tip.
“Mmm, you really had a lot,” she moaned, scooping some up and sucking it off her fingers. “Wish you would’ve put it inside me.” Sorry toots, I had a strict no baby-making clause on my contract that year. It didn’t take long for us to get bored and neither of us felt intimate enough to snuggle so we just sort of got dressed and I walked Tiffany back out to her car with cum stains all over her. Tiffany and I never saw each other again but I stayed friends with Lilith, although we didn’t talk about that night; she always smiled at me a lot more after that. Nowadays Lilith is in a long term happy relationship with a nice lady, I think I’m still the only guy blessed with the privilege of finger fucking her, let alone in public. I don’t think either one of us will soon forget that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/izrp2h/mfmf_fingering_my_lesbian_friend_in_the_club
Quite a night for you. That was arousing. I’m impressed with your self control at the end.