Thread: Girl's Fun in the Sun (Prince x Javorcek)

Sammie watched Lena depart with Michelle, or 'BBB' the bodybuilding butch bitch. At least that's what Sammie decided was her new nickname. She gave her a fake smile and big thumbs up and then flipped them both off when their heads turned. How was it possible that she was in such a bad mood with this bar full of beautiful women around her? She had been worried about ditching Lena just hours ago so she could have some fun. Now she was jealous because her straight best friend had found someone faster than she had? This should have been the perfect opportunity for her to go wild, instead she was sulking at the bar. Come on Sammie, snap out of it! She thought ruefully. She sipped on her third cranberry and vodka and let out a long sigh. A voice startled her from her side, where Lena had just been and she turned and stared into a mesmerizing set of brown eyes that almost made her forget Lena's hazel ones. Her sulk disappeared and she gave the new girl... Emily... her most charming smile. She swiveled in the chair to face her, hand coming up to idly scratch an imaginary itch on her right breast. The girl was cute. And young. Sammie was 26, but she suddenly felt like a dirty old woman as she locked eyes with this innocent newcomer. Probably in college. Likely just out of the closet, or maybe still in it and just doing a secret trip. As Sammie regarded her, the girl flushed and her eyes dropped. They widened as she realized she was now staring at Sammie's breasts and she flicked them over Sammie's shoulder nervously. Then she returned them to Sammie's eyes with an embarrassed smile. And she was a shy one too. Hi Emily, replied Sammie. I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sammie. Don't worry I don't bite... I'm just surly because my straight best friend just got picked up by a girl before I did! I guess no one likes me. She added a mock pout on the end. She let her eyes wander down Emily's body as she motioned for the girl to sit down. She was a living doll, so adorable to Sammie's jaded eyes. Her lightly curled hair, soft makeup and that sundress all screamed straight, feminine and mainstream. And was that perfume she was wearing? Sammie always had a thing for straight girls and even though this girl had to be a lesbian, she was such a femme and apparently so bashful that Sammie felt the same thrill of challenge rise up. Having problems with the bartender? she asked. Let me show you how to get their attention. She stood up on the bottom rail of her stool and raised her hands above her head, waving them and screaming at the top of her lungs until one of the overworked bartenders smiled and pointed at her to show she was coming over next. The sight of a topless woman screaming and waving drew a lot of whistles and hoots from the crowd at the bar and Sammie sat back down with a grin at Emily. That's how you get noticed! she said with a smile. She was aware, suddenly, that topless women had dwindled from a majority an hour ago to a minority now that the dance party was in full swing. In fact maybe twenty percent of the women dared to be risque at this hour and she was suddenly aware of her own nakedness in front of this attractive young girl. So tell me Emily, she continued smiling at her new friend. What kind of girl do you like? ------------- On the dance floor, Michelle was getting more aroused as she danced with Lena. Lena was a good dancer, seductive and sensual. Her hips moved constantly and as she swiveled around. And those gorgeous, tempting bare breasts moved in beguiling ways, jiggling, swinging, bouncing, and even doing little circles at times as she moved her shoulders. They seemed to defy physics and gravity. Michelle knew dancing was often an indicator for being good in bed and the show she was getting from Lena hinted that sex with her might be mind blowing. Michelle on impulse peeled off her own top to the cheers of other women on the floor. There weren't that many topless women dancing and the two of them really stood out with their height and toned bodies. Michelle's breasts were C cups, but looked smaller because of her muscular and tall frame. She tried to match Lena's sensual moves, but knew she was not nearly as graceful and smooth. The only frustrating part of the evening was that Lena somehow kept evading her as Michelle tried to pull her closer to grind. She wanted them to press together chest to chest and feel those breasts on her own as their hips ground together. Or even dance behind her and let her hands slide up Lena's smooth stomach to steal a feel of her captivating mounds. But Lena coyly managed to move away each time. The confusing mix of signals, the sexiness of her dancing and the looks she threw Michelle's way, contrasted with her refusal to touch more than briefly, were driving Michelle crazy. Michelle was used to going the direct route when frustrated. She finally sidled close to Lena and whispered, You are so fucking hot and are driving me crazy. I want you right here on the dance floor. Dance with me.. not in front of me. She placed her hands on Lena's hips as she spoke, pulling her close to her.