i [f]-19 stumbled into a sexy lesbian’s [f]-20 music lair and got my pussy absolutely eaten out to space and back

*Just remembering an amazing time I had with someone back in college. I miss being able to find spaces like this. Maybe this story will remind me to try a little harder to have these types of incredible experiences again*

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I never knew my college’s open mic night sometimes served as a haven for queer cruising. I showed up for the music.

That balmy summer night, my guitar and I wandered into the dimly lit coffee shop near student dorms after following a creatively designed poster on the bulletin board. What I didn’t expect was a sea of gorgeous individuals, all mingling around in painfully stylish garb: mini skirts and crop tops, silky dresses, chunky boots, a punk/rave/trendsetter wet dream. I felt overstimulated, my eyes struggling to choose a person to follow. I felt slightly out of place with my appearance; I hadn’t lined my eyes with a graphic design or slapped on pasties under a mesh top. I was braless wearing a white ribbed tank top tucked into vintage blue jeans, hair tied back into a high bun. I had planned for a different mood, something lowkey and quiet. This was anything but; I could barely hear my thoughts over the loud electronica music playing in the background as someone set up their gear on the stage.

Pure chance benefited me finally. I looked aimlessly towards the crowd and crossed paths with a petite blonde. She was looking at me with unforgettable moss green eyes and a sly smile. She wore a tiny red bikini top and loose cargo pants with her shiny hair falling below her braline. I marveled at her body, so soft yet firm and strong in other places, her shoulders standing back tall and proud as she shined with a light pink tint under the lights.

Suddenly – silence. The guy on the stage had started addressing the crowd and thanking us for coming. I panicked and the blonde saw my fear, motioning for me to follow her to the set of chairs surrounding the small platform. Dutifully, I trailed after her and fidgeted in my seat as I wished I could talk to her without being impolite. She must’ve been a mindreader as well. I felt her warm breath on my ear as she leaned in to whisper: “My name’s Lisa.” I returned with my introduction, and with that, her attention returned back to the stage.

I suffered through two acts, which were admittedly very good, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the woman next to me. I thought I would catch her looking at me in my peripherals, but I was never quick enough to confirm. The tension felt like a hot knife carving into my thighs as I waited for any opportunity to look at her directly again, to try and focus as her full pink lips spun sentences I’d never remember. What if I just rubbed my knee against hers, a subtle touch to tell her I want everything about her near me.

Giving into the temptation, I interrupted the third act with a gentle brush of my knee against hers, then placing my hand on my thigh against her. She placed her hand on mine and began rubbing my knuckles with her soft thumb.

A whisper: “You have nice hands, strawberry-.”

I blushed, not knowing what to say, but knowing that this was exactly what I needed in that moment. I could smell her perfume, light citrus and bright florals, mixed with what must’ve been her own natural scent. I broke from my trance when I saw her begin to get up. She took my hand again and led me away from the main performance area. When we were in the safety of distance, she began speaking to me in a normal tone, explaining that she was one of the organizers, and that she wanted to show me the club’s meeting room. My body got warm. I felt electrified as we walked.

The room was small but filled with comfortable-looking lounge furniture and colorful prints lining the walls. Lisa told me one particular couch was her favorite, so I decided to join her and find out. She grabbed a small bluetooth speaker and connected her phone, picking a smooth and funky instrumental for our experience. We talked for a few moments. I marveled at the bass part in the song as she took small hits on her THC vape before passing it to me. I exhaled and rested my head on her shoulder, silently observing it was even more firm and muscular than I had expected. She felt warm and safe with a voice that soothed my inner anxieties about being in such a foreign space with a stranger. I was out of my element, but she was my guide. Wherever she took me, I’d accept the challenge gratefully.

“Can I kiss you, strawberry-?”

“Of course.”

She placed her hand on my chin and pulled me in gracefully to a warm, wet kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth eagerly, and the knowing confidence thrilled me. I couldn’t stop running my fingers through her hair, so soft and thick while it tickled my skin. The only break of contact came when we both had to stop for a breathless intermission. I ran the tips of my fingers down her neck, traveling slowly to her chest bone, slowly sliding a finger down the trim of her bikini top. I watched as her nipples hardened under the fabric, noting every small twitch of her body as I touched a sensitive spot. Her breasts were a constellation of goose bumps already, so I pulled both hands down to the string in between them. The elastic pulled, leaving only a small sliver of a covered secret. I could see the small hint of a light pink nipple hiding behind a bit of red. I gave into temptation and hooked my thumb into the elastic, pulling it over her head and exposing her beautiful round breasts, bouncing gently from being exposed.

She giggled and started reaching into my pants to untuck my shirt, proclaiming the unfairness of my tits not being out as well. I obliged, showing her my own large pair, and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“Can I touch them?”

I nodded and leaned in to her so she could fondle them in her hands. She smiled as she squeezed them together and bounced them, watching them jiggle and shake. Releasing them, she leaned down and sucked on my nipple while starting to undo my pants. I shook in her grasp, my body tingling and now begging for her to touch me elsewhere. I moaned at the feeling of her fingers sliding into the waistband and pulling them down, taking my underwear with them. With fairness again, she removed her own pants, both of us now conspicuously naked in a room I wasn’t even sure she had remembered to lock. This anxiety drove me to feel an even bigger urge to touch her everywhere, grasp her shapely hips and kiss all the way down her.

She climbed on top of me, grabbing a pillow and propping my head up in an act of sexual hospitality. I felt myself swooning, becoming wetter, and more curious of what she was doing as she sucked on my ear and dangled her tits in front of my face. I did not ignore that; I reached up and massaged them, gently twisted her nipple between my fingers and watched her face light up with pleasure. I felt her pussy against my lower stomach, and she felt so wet too. I wondered what it would look like when she got off of me, if there would be a wet mark she could lick off of me to taste herself.

Slowly moving down from my ear, she bit my neck and sucked, dragging her nails down my skin at the same rate of descent as her mouth. The marks quickly appeared and burned, some starting to bleed from how hard she had dug her nails in. My hips bucked against the pain, and she reached with both hands to hold my legs down to the couch. Without saying anything, she got off of my lap and settled between my legs while sitting with crossed legs. She touched my inner thigh, tickled it a little bit, then dragged two fingers up from my vagina to the top of my clit, finally showing her just how wet she had made me.

“Good, good.”

She muttered a few more affirmations to me as she stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean fully. I was applauded for the taste of my pussy.

“You’re so fucking delicious. I want to make you even more wet.”

Her wish was inevitable as she slid one finger inside of me while rubbing my clit with the bottom of her palm, pressing hard and grinding against me. She tucked her finger and massaged my g-spot, owning me with her hand. I could feel no weight on my body, all muscles contracted against and around her, pulsing and gripping when I came on her. She wouldn’t let me stop there. Not even through my full orgasm yet, she continued rubbing. The loud sounds of my wetness rang in our ears, and Lisa took it as a sign to test my limits of discretion, how quiet I could be if she made me cum even more. She shifted over between my legs and placed them on her shoulders.

I melted to the feeling of her warm tongue against me, rubbing quick, intentional circles around my clit, then switching to up and down. I grabbed at her head, pushing her down more against me. As a response, she dug her nails into my hips to humble me. I was clearly hers to own even if she was the one between my legs. Her arms rocketed up from my hips and gleefully grabbed at my tits again, rubbing both thumbs over my nipples in a slow, hypnotic pace. I saw Heaven as she reached the perfect rhythm of all movements working in sync. My clit and nipples felt connected as one, each working with the other to send a shiver up my entire soul. I felt a shout about to escape my lips, so I covered my mouth with both hands, thanking God and Lisa just the same.

Lisa giggled at me and got up from her spot, sitting back against the couch with her hand between her thighs. She grabbed my hand and began to rub herself, squeezing tightly as her moans got louder and louder. I felt a bit excluded for a second.

“Can I help you with that?”

“Sit close to me and let’s touch ourselves together.”

My hand immediately found my clit. I placed my arm around her and squeezed her shoulder tightly as I felt yet another orgasm shake through my body, letting soft moans dance into her ears and pull her closer to what she had so desperately been craving this entire time.

“Cum for me Lisa. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I heard a small whimper and then felt those sharp claws in my side once again. Lisa was cumming, and cumming extremely hard. I watched as her legs shook and muscles pulsed. Throwing her head back, her veins were pulled close against her skin, jaw clenched, and a chorus of short, urgent breaths. Her eyes closed hard then opened again, glazed over in ecstasy while soaking up a post-orgasm glow. She didn’t stop, rubbing herself again, and pushing my hand away to rub my clit as well. I begged for her to let us cum together, and she delivered generously. We gripped each other tightly as if it was an emergency when we both came on the same beat of the song.

As quickly as it started, things were over. Lisa got up and collected her clothes, tossing mine over as well. She walked to the door with a skip in her step and cooed back to me.

“Wanna watch me play now?”

“Of course.”

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