She pushed the door to enter the dark, bustling bar. The bar - anyone who was queer knew where you meant. You never needed to elaborate any further than ‘the bar’.
It had recently been the beneficiary of a long overdue renovation. The original interior of the downstairs bar had been one of ‘traditional pub house’, with wooden beams running the length of the ceiling. Red and green glass windows had only served to darken the bar’s already drab appearance. Wooden chairs, tables and stools used to stand on a rather worn and jaded carpet. The bar now had an extension which gave more space to the small gay community in this underdeveloped city. The décor in the established part of the bar was Art Nouveau and it was carried off with great effect. An impressive tile floor replaced the ‘sticky’ carpet. The fire still burned as the centre piece but this time it was a gas imitation one, no longer the real log fire which had sat there since the bar had opened only three ears earlier. High metal bar stools and chairs with the bars logo laser-cut into the back offered you the chance to sit and chat at the autographed-topped tables. A raised platform by the front windows served as an elevated dining area by day, the food here was exquisite, and by night it was transformed into a DJ’s podium. In the extension, two rooms offered a retreat to a more peaceful atmosphere. French windows leading from the Art Deco-styled cafebar separate the ‘Blue Room’. The striking aqua-blue marble-effect walls of the ‘Blue Room’ gives way to a fresh impression of a 1930s Parisian cafebar. Trompe L’Oeil adorns the walls a variety of Parisian views through painted ‘windows’.
It was as packed as her faded, favourite faded blue jeans that she was wearing. They had talked about this. Those long peaceful nights, lying entangled on the sofa with music drifting softly from the speakers positioned around the living room. They would talk for hours, often about nothing, they were great at that. They had made a conscious decision to be friends, with a little more ‘affection’ than usually associated with friendships. When they were physical, it was intense. But most of the time they talked. That’s what they really did best. Neither of them were extremely experienced but they had enough fantasies between them to single-handedly run the porn industry. And this was one they had frequently talked about, each time one or the other introducing a new element. It would be impossible to incorporate everything, things like that don’t happen in real life.
She stood just inside of the large wooden doors, starting to feel the music move her body. She moved her head to glance around the bodies dancing, composing all types of formations as if in some organised attempt to block her view. At the bar she spotted her. After looking at her for a few seconds she wondered how she could ever have missed her. Her dark hair hugged her sculptured cheekbones, sheÂ’d had it cut, god it looked so sexy. Now she really looked like a straight woman, Nat loved that. She walked across the bar, dodging people, acknowledging smiles which she caught out of the corner of her eye but she never stopped watching her. In her mind she pictured how this evening would develop, but this wasnÂ’t the time for the restrictions of a pre-conceived idea, no matter how great it was. They both knew it was what they wanted. What more did she need.
Without realising, she was standing beside her at the bar, ordering a vodka and coke. That would be enough to settle those partying butterflies which were now resident in her stomach. Or at least it would sedate them for a while. Pouring the coke and then raising the glass to her moist lips, she turned her head to look over her right shoulder at the nameless faces gyrating behind her. Casually she turned her head to the left to catch the womanÂ’s stare. Without words she leant forward to place the softest of kisses on her cheek. As she moved away the womanÂ’s hand raised to rest on the back of the dykeÂ’s muscular neck, stopping her from moving away. They turned to face each other before kissing, passionately. The womanÂ’s other hand moved in to join the hand which was now caressing NatÂ’s hair. They pressed tightly together, breasts against breasts, until Billie stopped kissing as she realised something was different, something was new. She could feel the bulge in NatÂ’s trousers, leaning into her cunt and she breathed deeply, trying to control her hands from ripping NatÂ’s clothes off. Who gave a fuck that they were in a crowded bar, when you want it this bad, you have to have it now.
"I take it you’re pleased I’m here," Billie whispered, trying to avoid the tired, straight clichés, before taking Nat’s hand and leading her into a secluded part of the bar. Remembering to lift their drinks, Nat followed obediently. Luckily, there was a free ‘booth’, vacated recently by people who had obviously started their evening early and couldn’t last the distance. As they sat on the sofa-like seats, a barmaid appeared to clear the crowded table, removing the empty bottles, half-empty glasses and clean the ashtray which was overspilling onto the upturned barrel which posed effectively as a table.
Taking a seat was a mere formality. They both knew they would be leaving. Soon. The time would be soon.
Conversation seemed so futile. Neither of them attempted to talk. Nat turned to face Billie, running her eyes over the parts of her body (all of it) she longed to touch, needed to kiss. She could almost taste her sweet scent. Nat ran her hand along the outside of BillieÂ’s thigh, under her short, shoe-strap, maroon dress until the sensation changed from silk to skin. She ran her hand along the flesh at the top of the stockings Billie had worn especially for her. Nat wanted to know what else she was wearing. Or not wearing. Billie knew how to tease her, it was never very hard.
"I’m going ‘commando’," Billie whispered, "Just in case you were wondering!" She began to laugh. She knew that was where Nat was heading. No Nat was left with no excuse other than the honest, dirty reason. She wanted to touch her pussy, feel her fingers as they entered her. As they fucked her.
The rhythm in NatÂ’s breathing changed, Billie knew it was time to leave.
"LetÂ’s go", she kissed into NatÂ’s mouth. Nat could only nod in complete agreement. The desire had engulfed every cell in her body, in both their bodies. There was only one thing in NatÂ’s usually rambling mind. It completely took over her body, she almost felt as if she was watching herself. Nat loved to watch.
Nat fumbles to release her keys from her coat pocket. The journey home in the taxi had pushed her over the edge. Billie had kept her hand on NatÂ’s crotch the entire length of the ride, stroking and caressing the artificial bulge in her trousers. She knew that every time she moved it, it rubbed against NatÂ’s clit. The way Nat moved told her that. Nat knew that while she was doing that Billie was imagining what it was going to feel like inside her. Billie didnÂ’t want a man and she knew Nat didnÂ’t want to be a man. They both wanted it for the same reasons. Billie wanted Nat to hear her when she was as open as she could be, and Nat wanted to hear her like that. Neither of them were pretending it was real, Billie just knew Nat would feel the rhythm when it was inside her.
Nat pushed the door open and scrambled to find the light switch, not bothering to turn on the lamps. Candles and music were crying out to be used. Neither of them had the time or inclination to be distracted by such trivial issues. Before the door is slammed shut, the two bodies are already entwined, hands, arms, lips. Nat pushes Billie up against the door, knowing anyone passing outside will be able to hear them. She was aiming for seduction, not instruction, but her nerves held the flow. Nat kisses her lips, her neck, her shoulders as she runs her hands from her thighs, over her sides and around to caress her beautiful, firm breasts. Rubbing them harder, Billie digs her nails into NatÂ’s back while she grinds her crotch demandingly against NatÂ’s.
Nat moved her hands from her breasts only to venture around to the back of the black dress to tease her zip, opening slowly, letting her other fingers run down BillieÂ’s spine. It unfastened easily and smoothly. Gently moving the dress off her shoulders, it falls slowly to the ground, forcing them to move apart to aid its passage. Nat took another step back to appreciate fully the semi-naked beauty which now stood before her. Taking this opportunity, Nat crossed the room to the hi-fi, shattering the silence. Something to start the rhythm. Nat lowered the volume, not listening to what was playing. She walked back towards Billie, pulling her T-shirt out of her jeans as she walked. She wanted to feel BillieÂ’s hands massage her skin, feel her nails on her back, leave their marks as they buried themselves into her flesh as she pulls her closer, deeper. Nat took her hand and led her to the sofa, gently pushing her down. As her vision is obscured as Nat removes her T-shirt, Billie begins to rub her cunt, feeling the wetness as it flows from her. Nat sees what she is doing, and knows she is doing it to tease her. She knows Nat loves to watch, sheÂ’d talked about it often enough, right here on this sofa.watching her. In her mind she pictured how this evening would develop, but this wasnÂ’t the time for the restrictions of a pre-conceived idea, no matter how great it was. They both knew it was what they wanted. What more did she need.
George Michael plays in the background. Nat unbuttons her jeans as Billie leans forward to undo her bra. Nat is naked except for the cock strapped over her cunt. Billie is naked but for the stockings and suspenders she so thoughtfully wore. Billie sits forward with her legs astride NatÂ’s. She touches NatÂ’s ass, lightly at first, then more vigorously as she stares at the silicon which is before her. She raises her eyes upwards and Nat knows what she is going to do.
First, she licks it. From base to tip, taking it all in her mouth and pushing down on it, knowing Nat can feel it push against her hard clit and feel her breath on her cunt. Nat places her hands on either side of her head tenderly pulls her mouth away as she leans her back on the sofa. Nat kneels down, between her thighs and ran her hands down BillieÂ’s body, over her breasts, over her stomach on onto her cunt. One hand took more than a passing interest, rubbing firmly, feeling between the lips to feel the realisation of her true excitement. She lowers her head to taste her. Parting her lips, this time with her tongue, sliding it inside and feeling her lift her hips to take it deeper. Nat felt a strange surge of power as she pulled BillieÂ’s hips herself.
She began to lick her clit, slowly and lightly at first. Nat knows how she likes it, but she loved to tease her. She begins to groan. Sighs of delight are beginning to be released more frequently as Billie begins to loose control of her breathing. Nat quickens the motion and the pressure increases. She doesnÂ’t want to stop tasting her, but thereÂ’s something else she wants to do.
Nat rises to enable her to lower her body on top of Billie. Billie can feel the dildo on her cunt, and she moves to feel it at the entrance to he cunt, rubbing against her clit isnÂ’t enough now. Nat holds back, wanting to kiss her, wanting her to taste herself. She grabs NatÂ’s ass as she pulls her closer, wrapping her legs around her:
"Fuck me," she asks. Nat keeps kissing her.
"Fuck me," she demands. Nat keeps kissing her.
"Fuck me," she begs. Nat fucks her.
As Nat slides into her, slowly, patiently, teasing her, she gasps with an air of unexpected pleasure. Smoothly, Nat pushes until she hears her moan as the full intensity of what is happening washes over her toned and slender body. She massages the back of NatÂ’s neck with her fingertips, scratching lightly over her hot, moist skin. Before long, they have found their rhythm, hard and controlled. Billie takes it as deep into her cunt as she is able, ordering Nat not to stop. The feelings running through NatÂ’s body almost carry her away. She closes her eyes and feels every stroke pushing against her clit. She tries to imagine what Billie is feeling, and she listens as she calls out groans of complete and utter satisfaction. Her nails dig deeper and she urges Nat to fuck her harder.
"Make me come", she begs as she leans forward, somehow managing to manoeuvre Nat onto the sofa so she could sit astride her, the cock still deep inside her. She moves her body forward so she can touch NatÂ’s breasts, then kissing them, biting them, devouring them.
Then she begins to move her hips, back and forth, up then down, quickening the pace with every motion. Beads of sweat run like morning dew, tracing their way between her breasts before vanishing out of sight. She was now in control. Nat loved it. Billie knew it. Nat moved to sit up to kiss her breasts, with one hand she pushed her firmly back onto the sofa. Everytime Nat tried to move, Billie did the same thing.
"You do what I tell you," she smiled. Nat breathed deeply. She had moved from vulnerability to arrogance so smoothly the change was seamless. This is what Nat wanted.
"Just lie there and watch," she teased Nat as she ran her hand over her body, her cunt, resting on her clit. She knew Nat too well. The more Nat watches, the more she wants. She kisses Nat, demanding her to kiss her back, forcing Nat to merely imagine while her eyes were closed. She fucks with more purpose now and it feels good, Nat can feel it against her clit. Nat knows watching Billie come will do the same for her.
But Billie is not ready to come, not just yet. The intensity pulses through NatÂ’s veins as Billies` hands leave her own body to caress hers. Nat is allowed to touch her now. She can feel every muscle in Billies` body storing the energy she is trying to expend. Her body tenses as she fucks and Nat moves her cunt into her, driving it deeper, harder.
"Oh, god, please donÂ’t stop," she cries in between gasps for air. With one final, soul capturing thrust her body explodes as her screams cut through the still night air.
She hasnÂ’t just come. They both have. It happened without NatÂ’s consent. She wanted to enjoy it as every inch of Billies` body delivered pleasure and satisfaction to her.
With a soft tender kiss, you know. Everything is going to be okay.