Mart 28, 2024

A Great Fucking Track

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She didn’t know who this girl was, and she didn’t give a fuck.

The music was loud and Jenny was high as fuck. She didn’t know what her friend Marcus had given her, but it was the fucking tits. She could feel the music, the lights flashing in the darkness, the sexual energy of everyone in the room, dancing, grinding, sweating, a cultural foreplay, the precursor to actual fucking.

Here she was, in the centre of it all, vibing off the energy of the room when this girl walked up to her, wrapped her arms around her neck and slipped her tongue in her mouth. She had never kissed a girl before, but feeling her soft lips, her curious tongue, she wondered how she had ever done without.

Then the girl broke off the kiss and danced in front of her, moving her body seductively, turning to grind her ass into her crotch.

Turning back around, the girl pressed her body against Jenny, slipping her hands onto Jenny’s hips and in the middle of the high-octane dance number began to slow-dance with her, pressing her hips into hers. Then she leaned her face next to Jenny’s, whispering sweet nothings and nibbling on her earlobe. Then, as soon as the music finished, she was gone.

The next song started up and the crowd continued as if nothing had happened, but Jenny still stood there. Had that really happened? Had the girl really existed, or did she hallucinate the whole thing? All she knew for sure was that she was now horny as fuck.

She moved through the crowd, pushing past the sweaty bodies, the singles and couples and threesomes all looking to get fucked. And why not? College was the time for fucking.

Finally, she made it through the crowd and got to the bar. It was full but she managed to slip through and, much to the chagrin of the group of guys standing next to her, got served straight away.

Well, they could fuck off. All she wanted was some water. It was hot as balls in here at the best of times, and whatever she’d taken had definitely raised her body temperature, let alone what the other woman had been doing.

She drank some of the hideously overpriced water, careful not to drink too much, and walked through the crowd. There, in the corner, she saw her, sitting alone. Jenny decided to go and say hello.

“Hi,” said Jenny standing in front of the table, the noise making it practically impossible to hear. “Is anyone sitting here?” She slipped into the seat without waiting for a response, seeing the positive energy emanating from her aura.

The girl gave a brief smile, as if she was greeting a regular acquaintance. Jenny took this as a sign and slid up the sofa, moving around the table in a semi-circle and up to the girl.

It was hard to tell, but Jenny could see she had long black hair and a sleeveless black top. She seemed very pale, but it was hard to judge in this light. Her outfit was in sharp contrast to what most people were wearing here, but nights out tended to be a bit of a hodge-podge, groups of friends with different tastes, styles, and interests, compromising on where to go.

“Do you come here often?” She shouted over the din, but the girl made no reply. “I said,” said Jenny, placing her mouth close to the girl’s ear, getting a hint of her perfume, “do you come here often?”

It was the cheesiest mersin escort as fuck line, but she didn’t care, she just needed something to start the conversation.

The girl looked down at the seat and Jenny, following her gaze, saw that she was accidentally touching the girl’s hand. Still, neither of them made an effort to move.

The girl looked at her, then turned to look back into the crowd, leaving her hand where it was.

Jenny was confused. The girl seemed pleasant enough, but she wasn’t making any effort to communicate.

Then she made a really clear effort.

The hand Jenny had innocently been touching moved, slipping out from underneath Jenny’s finger, before finding a new home on her thigh.

Jenny felt her whole body tingle and the hand sat there, not moving. She could feel the girl’s positive energy flowing into her.

Jenny looked at the girl, and they made eye contact, an unspoken agreement being formed.

The girl looked back into the crowd, and Jenny followed suit. She knew that neither of them was looking for any one specific person, just out there, in the crowd.

Then she felt the hand move up, up her thigh, up under her dress, up to her panties, where it settled, rubbing back and forth over them, getting Jenny all worked up.

She was so fucking horny that she got wet almost instantly, and the girl, feeling this, slid her hand up to the top of her waistband and down, underneath the fabric, all the while looking into the heaving throng of revellers.

Jenny tried to look nonchalant as the strange girl fingered her under the table, her fingers slipping down, rubbing against her lips, circling the outside of her entrance, teasing a tip in, then moving back up and gently rubbing her clit.

Jenny could smell her sex rising, mixing with the sweat in the air, human pheromones being sprayed in all directions.

The girl kept going and Jenny scanned the crowd, terrified she would be spotted and thrown out. Not necessarily because she liked the place and was afraid of being barred, but because she didn’t want to be interrupted. This moment, whatever it was, was special. Transcendental, almost.

So, she sat there feeling at one with the universe, trying to look like someone wasn’t quickly rubbing her clit. She was horny and the girl was good with her fingers, but as time went on, she had the sinking sensation that she wasn’t going to cum. Whether it was the drugs or the stress of being caught, she knew this was going to be a bust.

Then the bass dropped.

The sub-bass, super low, super loud, vibrated through the entire building. Every person, every surface shook with intensity, especially Jenny. She sat there, the girl’s fingers working her clit in time to the music, the sub-bass sending regular waves through her, altering her harmonic frequency.

The two sensations combined, so when the sub-bass sent another vibration through her, Jenny started to cum, and cum hard. She squeezed her legs together as the girl continued to rub her clit. Jenny’s hands gripped the edge of the table, desperate not to cry out in pleasure. Not that anyone would hear, but more that if she let herself go, she would start bucking and moaning and throwing her head back and forth, giving herself completely mersin escort bayan to the universal energy flowing through here. Besides, there would be no mistaking her O-face and the last thing she wanted to do was be interrupted.

After a few seconds, which seemed to Jenny to stretch out across the vastness of eternity, her orgasm passed, and she calmed down, at which point, the girl calmly removed her fingers, sticking them in her mouth and sucking off Jenny’s juices. Then, without another word, she got up and left.

Jenny was confused, couldn’t quite get a handle on the girl. Was that it? Was their brief meeting on this terrestrial plane at an end? Then she saw her, looking back through the crowd, smiling. An invitation.

Following the girl through the crowd, she saw she was heading to the bathroom. The women’s queue was super-long, so she was once again unsure what was happening. But the next thing she saw was the girl slip into the men’s toilets, where the queue was practically non-existent.

Jenny ran through the crowd, desperate not to let her get away. She ran straight into the men’s toilets and, seeing the girl disappear into a cubicle, pushed open the door and slipped in with her, locking the door behind her.

Outside, she heard the whistles and cries of interest from the guys who had seen two women go into the bathroom stall together, but she didn’t give a fuck.

The girl looked at her, pleased with the situation. But Jenny was in no mood for vague signals and coded looks. She could feel universal truths flowing through her and needed to communicate these in the most direct manner possible.

She did this by moving in and kissing her, rubbing their bodies together. The girl didn’t seem phased in the slightest, instead leaning into it, reviving some of that dance floor energy. Jenny spun her around and pinned her to the wall. Now it was her time to take the initiative.

She kissed the girl and ran her hand up her leg, finding her panties, rubbing her pussy over the top like the girl had done to her, getting her worked up, but that wasn’t enough for Jenny. She was on a mission.

Without warning, she crouched down and, lifting the girl’s black and red plaid skirt up, kissed across her panties, a dark damp spot visible on even the black fabric. She pulled them to the side, desperate to get them off and ran her tongue over the girl’s pussy. She tasted incredible, like everything she ever wanted in life. She ran her tongue from her entrance to her clit and then back down. Then, putting her lips on the girl’s clit, she began to gently caress it with her tongue.

She had never eaten pussy before, but she knew how she wanted her pussy eaten, so she just did that. She licked and kissed gently, lightly teasing before leaning into it, finding a steady rhythm. Outside, she could still hear the music, the upbeat dance records specially designed to make people want to fuck.

She licked the girl’s clit and then slid two fingers into the girl’s wet hole. The girl nearly doubled over at the sensation. She tried to reach the other wall, but it was too far. Instead, the girl did the next best thing, bending one knee, sliding her clit further into Jenny’s mouth, and steadying her boot on the opposite wall.

Jenny escort mersin had no problem with this, the angle giving her better access, more room to manoeuvre. She continued to eat the girl’s pussy, as her fingers slipped in and out of her, the girl slipping her fingers into Jenny’s short brown hair, and holding her face to her warm, receptive cunt.

It wasn’t long before the girl was cumming, only she didn’t try to hide it. She moaned and gasped, kicking the cubicle wall and rubbing her crotch into Jenny’s face. Jenny started to feel herself get wet again at the thought of being able to give this woman so much pleasure. She felt empowered as this girl’s pussy juices, a gift from the Goddess on high, ran down her fingers.

After a short while, the girl went quiet, her orgasm subsiding. Jenny gently removed her fingers from the girl’s pussy and stood up. She held her fingers up and, without a word, the girl opened her mouth and accepted the offering dripping with her wetness. She sucked them with an intensity that Jenny didn’t expect, the result surprisingly pleasurable. She then kissed the girl again, their tongues, covered in her juices, exploring one another.

Eventually, they broke off and the girl slipped out of the cubicle. Thirty seconds later, Jenny did the same.

She went over to the table, but the girl was gone. She passed through the crowd, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Are you alright?” Jenny turned to see it was Andrea, one of the friends she had arrived with. “We’d thought we’d lost you, that you’d gone home or something.”

“I was in the bathroom,” said Jenny.

“Yea, the fucking queues are horrendous,” she said. “Anyway, we’re heading off somewhere else, this place is shit. You coming?”

“Sure,” said Jenny, knowing that her time here had come to an end.

“Marcus is just outside,” said Angela. “He had to meet his girlfriend.” They moved through the crowd towards the exit. “She had to work late or something,” she said by way of an explanation as to why she hadn’t arrived with them, not that Jenny asked or cared.

Jenny followed Andrea into the night. The air was cold and it was already late. Leary guys and drunk girls stumbled down the street, having overdone it. A typical student Thursday night.

“Here they are,” said Andrea to Jenny, who was lost in her own world, the events of the evening opening new possibilities, new ways of understanding existence.

“Hey Jenny,” said Marcus, a shit-eating grin on his face, “I want you to meet Vikky.”

“Hi Jenny,” said Vikky, “pleased to meet you.”

“Uhh, hi,” said Jenny, taking Vikky’s hand and shaking it, “nice to meet you.”

“Don’t sound too convinced,” said Andrea laughing.

“Don’t mind her,” said Marcus, “she takes some time to warm to people.”

“I doubt that very much,” said Vikky, giving Jenny a little wink.

“Alright, where to next?” Said Andrea, already on the lookout for the next club.

They began walking down the street, Marcus and Vikky up front, with Andrea prattling on behind them. The conversation was heating up, even though there were only a few reasonable options at this time of night. Jenny fell behind a bit, still in shock at meeting Marcus’ new girlfriend and realising not ten minutes ago, she had had her face buried in her pussy.

She didn’t know if it was a random cosmic encounter or a sign from the universe, but she could feel her positive energy flow through, and knew there were going to be some interesting times ahead…

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