The woman’s nipples were erect and the water trickled off the tips like a waterfall. Nicole’s fingers followed the colors and textures of the mystery woman’s breasts and nipples. She breathed a long drawn-out moan of pleasure.
Nicole ran her finger against the woman’s nipples and was aroused by the deepened moaning. She noticed the moaning was coming from both of them. This made it clear that the feelings they had were mutual. Nicole had never touched another woman like this before but it seemed almost natural to her. As the woman reached back to grasp Nicole’s ass, Nicole slowly moved her hand down the front of her crossing a boundary she hadn’t crossed before, at least not while she was sober. She knew what her own pussy felt like and having a man touch her made her almost cum from a simple flick of a finger.
She felt the small patch of hair and twisted it in her fingers and kissed her shoulder. Nicole began to salivate as she pictured plunging her finger into the woman’s slick pussy, how she could rub the folds of flesh between her fingers and feel her clit swell. She was being sucked into this real life fantasy.
At first she wasn’t sure what she felt so she grabbed it again. Either this woman had something stuck inside of her or Nicole had her hand on a rather large penis.
The woman moaned in pleasure and Nicole grasped harder. The woman turned around and Nicole gasped as she looked down to see an enormous erect penis pointed at her.
“What the fuck is that?” Nicole shouted.
“Well it’s clearly a penis,” the woman answered, obviously amused. “Don’t you remember? It was in every orifice you have last night…you didn’t seem to mind then.”
“Good lord! I must have really been drunk last night. What happened?”
They both dried off and Nicole sat listening to Samantha, Sam for short. It seemed Sam was a she-male and a friend of the groom.
“Last night I sat talking to you at the bar. You were drinking and picked me up at the wedding. I told you I was a she-male and you dared me to show you my penis. You led me to the room and had every kind of carnal pleasure known to man…or woman…with me.”
Nicole’s pounding headache returned and she felt extremely ill. “Please tell me nobody knows about this. My family wouldn’t understand,” Nicole begged.
“Well, you hiked up my skirt and gave me a blow job in the cab after leaving the reception…” Sam paused seeing Nicole sweating. “But only your sister and some guy named William saw it.”
The Pits
The crowd was enormous and violent, while
the music blasted at a deafening level. It was by far the best Linkin Park concert I’d been to that year.
I glanced over into the mosh pit below me and couldn’t believe my eyes. What a goddess! I had to get a closer look. So I thought, “What the Hell?” and dove off the bleachers and into the crowd.
After a few minutes the blood stopped and my headache was dulling a little (the bottle of Rum helped too).
Now my only problem was to find HER amongst this mass of bodies thrashing around me. After about three songs I spotted her going around the outside circle of the mosh dancing and bashing about. She was a vision.
I could tell that she was really into fashion. Spiked ruby red and bright yellow hair shaved on one side with the word “BITCH” buzzed in, a nose ring of a skull, lip ring, six or seven earrings with one attached to a chain connecting to her other nose ring and black lipstick. The barbed wire tattoo around her neck and the other tattoo on her arm of two roses intertwined around the words “FUCK OFF” only accentuated her petite frame. She was wearing a leather peek-a-boo bra that only partially covered her large, slightly sagging breasts with two nipple rings that looked like handcuffs, a puke green miniskirt, black fishnet stockings ripped to shreds and red cowboy boots. My god, she was beautiful!
I figured the easiest way to get close to her was to join into the inside circle of the mosh going in the opposite direction and speak to her whenever we would meet. The only way to get over there was to go over the top.
I screamed at the drunken skinhead in front of me, “DUDE, I need to get into the middle of that mosh!”
“BODYSURFER!!!!!” the idiot shouted and three guys picked me up and threw me into the air.
Now surfing over a crowd can be a very painful experience. I had my balls grabbed six times, my eyes poked, ass pinched, wallet stolen, shirt ripped before I was dumped into the mosh headfirst and my headache came back. But it would be worth it if I could talk to her.
The inside of a mosh pit is a very violent and scary place with all the pushing, punching, flying elbows and head-butting. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I was on a MISSION!
The first go around I saw her coming around and yelled out, “Hey Babe, you look fuckin’ hot!” I smiled and reached out my hand. She glared at me and snarled. I didn’t see her fist as she clipped my cheek with a right cross that made my face feel like it was gonna cave in.
She must work out to be that strong, I thought as my cheek throbbed in pain.
Maybe it was my delivery?
Maybe it was what I said?
Well I’ll get another chance.
The second round I blurted out “Yo, Goddess, what’s your…” Before I could finish my sentence, she kicked me on the shin with the point of her cowboy boot, sending a lightning bolt of pain screaming up my leg and blood streaming down to my socks.