Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  I turn back around, sliding my own hands down Tabby’s sides. Our eyes connect and even in the flashing lights we see each other blush. She smiles as we gyrate and grind against each other. Our bodies are so close but I want to be closer. My eyes bounce between her angelic face and her bouncing cleavage.

  Cass comes dancing up to us and hands us both a drink, another daiquiri for me and another margarita for Tabby. Then as quick as she swooped in, she vanishes in the crowd. Tabby sips her drink with one hand and caresses my side with the other.

  I sip my daiquiri and caress her as well. Her eyes are entrancing in the club lights. Our grinding intensifies as we both straddle each other’s thighs. Each time we bounce I can feel her thigh right against me. I can also feel the intense heat from between her legs against my own thigh. Dancing like this is more intense than I thought possible.

  We drink and grind. I can feel her becoming more and more aroused. I’m sure she can feel it from me too. It almost feels a little too good and my body shivers against her. Hopefully the dancing has masked it.

  After a few songs our glasses are empty. We head back off the dancefloor to see Suri and Cass with another girl sitting at the table. The girl is not one of the ones I saw Suri dancing with earlier. She found a completely new girl.

  She looks like a sweet young girl with light blonde hair in pigtails, a tight white shirt that would be considered a tube top if it weren’t for the micro sleeves, and a bubblegum pink mini skirt. I am surprised to see the girl wearing matching pink stiletto heels, but they really do complete the innocent look.

  Cass has her tongue all over the other girl and Suri just sits across the table sipping a drink with a little pink umbrella and watching. She seems to enjoy watching Cass lick and suck the girl’s neck. Cass certainly enjoys the soft moans coming from the girl as she caresses a perky white breast over the tiny shirt.

  We get up to the table and without skipping a beat Cass slides another drink towards me, not taking her attention away from the new girl. I smile and look at Tabby who gives me a look that says “told you so”. I chuckle and sip my new drink.

  Tabby leans in close so that I can hear her but Suri and Cass probably can’t. “You don’t have to drink it.”

  I shrug and down the drink. Then I see why it is a bad idea to chug slushy drinks. My head and chest freeze over and I can hear Tabby laugh at my pain. I curl up into a ball on the chair and Tabby hugs me close to her while I unfreeze. Suri, Cass, and the other girl notice my failure and laugh as well. Luckily it is the sort of laugh that says “I feel sorry for you” but it doesn’t really help.

  The cold pain stops and I manage to sit up. I hold my hand up to say I’m okay. Tabby has her arms around me, hugging me close. She probably realizes that in doing so she has pulled my face against her breasts. I try not to make a big deal about it but honestly I’ve never been attracted to another woman, nor have I been against a pair of breasts attached to the woman I was attracted to.

  Cass pulls her face away from the new girl and Suri swoops in. Suri pulls the girl close and the girl immediately thrusts her tongue into Suri’s mouth. The two women kiss passionately. Suri slips a hand up under the girl’s shirt to cup her breast. The girl has her hand on Suri’s thigh, caressing it gently.

  Cass leans over to Tabby and they chat for a moment. I can’t hear them, the music is too loud. Tabby releases me and I sit up, watching Suri take the full attention of her latest catch. Their hands caress each other, under clothing, tongues entwined. I imagine myself in that position with Tabby and it makes me happy.

  I imagine Tabby touching my thigh, sliding it higher and higher. I imagine our tongues touching and what she might taste like. The girl slowly slides her hand up Suri’s skirt and I shiver imaging what it would feel like to be touched like that.

  Their touching becomes a bit more intense. Suri’s hand gets higher on the girl’s thigh. She begins lightly petting her over her panties. The girl’s cheeks flush red but she doesn’t stop Suri. In fact, her tongue between Suri’s lips seem to egg her on. The girl’s hand mimics Suri’s motions and the two are entwined, petting one another.

  I think Suri realized I was watching her because she locked eyes with me and smiled while kissing her prey. I feel Tabby grab my arm. I look over at her and she nods her head to the dance floor. We get up and head out to dance again.

  As she drags me over to the dance floor I look over my shoulder to see Cass turn back to Suri and the girl. They have the girl between them with Cass at her back and Suri on her front. If this was a nature documentary it would look like two lionesses stuffing their faces on a fresh caught zebra.

  We get to the dance floor and she pulls me right up against her. We grind against each other again, her hands on my sides and back. I caress her back and sides, occasionally I slide a hand down to her rear. Every time I touch her rear I get a bit embarrassed and slide it back up to her back.

  She slides her hand down my back and places it on my rear, holding me right up against her. She has her thigh between my legs. I let my hands slide down her hips and grasp her rear. Her taught, dancing rear is amazing. I slide one hand down to touch her fishnet covered thigh.

  The music pumps through the club. Men and women dance together like sex on the dance floor. Tabby is pressed up against me and I love it. Her body moves with mine in unison. I have my fingers running through her hair and she has her hands on my rear. I slide my hand up her thigh and slip my hand up under her shirt to caress her hip.

  We dance for one or two songs, our hands touching every inch that we can without being to forward. Our eyes meet and we can tell what the other one is thinking. I freeze like a deer in the headlights. I don’t know what to do but I know what I want.

  Tabby leans in and touches my lips softly with hers. The butterflies in my stomach create a tornado that makes my heart thump hard in my chest. Despite the beat of the song, we embrace and teeter in a slow dance. I have my arms wrapped around her neck and hers are wrapped around my waist.

  This feels right. I don’t want it to stop. The first kiss ends and the second one starts. We embrace and press our bodies as close as possible. All too soon the second kiss is over too. I smile at her, my cheeks red as tomatoes. She smiles and kisses my cheek.

  We go back to dancing to the beat of the music, our hands touching a bit more than before. She slides a hand down my body and slips it in the top of my skirt. She has her hand on my rear, massaging gently. Her other hand slides up under my shirt to caress my breast over my bra. I shiver against her touch.

  I lean in to kiss her softly and slide one hand down to her thigh. I bring it up under her skirt to grasp her rear. I can tell she is wearing some rather revealing panties as I can’t feel them in the side of her cheek. I slide my other hand up under her shirt.

  She kisses me and slips her tongue between my lips. Her tongue tastes amazing. I moan into the kiss, and not just from her thigh between my legs. She slowly slips her fingers under my bra to caress my supple flesh.

  I kiss down her neck and slide my hand farther up her shirt until I reach her bra. Her breasts are a bit larger than mine and I want to feel them but I’m nervous to do so here in the club. I shiver as she touches my nipple.

  The hand one her rear slides down to caress her thigh. I want to touch more. Her lips touch my neck and shoulder, licking my skin. I take the chance and slip my hand up under her bra. Her breast feels amazing in my hand. I massage her gently and rub her nipple with my thumb until I feel it perk.

  She kisses back up my neck until she reaches my lips. Our tongues entwine again with our lips pressed firmly against one another. She has a hand down my skirt, holding me against her thigh as we dance and I have a hand doing the same to her. She brings her hand out from under my shirt and runs her fingers through my hair, holding me in the entrancing kiss. My hand keeps massaging her breast and I can feel her moan into the kiss.

  A song or two later and we are all but having sex on the dance floor. She stops a
nd pulls me back over to the table where Suri and Cass have their catch fully entranced. They are entangled with one another and if this place allowed for it they would already be naked with no care in the world about being stared at.

  Cass has the girl lying up against her with her hand down the front of her little skirt. Cass is kissing her neck firmly with the occasional bite. The innocent looking girl is moaning happily with a big smile. Suri is up against them kissing the other side of the girl’s neck. She has her hands up the girl’s shirt, caressing the creamy flesh and massaging it firmly. The girl has her arm around Suri and is reaching back to clutch Cass’s shirt.

  The girl’s moaning becomes airy and closer together. Suri slides as close as possible, sandwiching the girl between herself and Cass. If the music was any quieter everyone would be able to hear the girl’s screaming moans. Cass keeps her hand in the girl’s skirt, fingering her quickly.

  Tabby taps Cass on the shoulder. She doesn’t take her attention away from the girl’s neck. Cass reaches into her pocket with her less occupied hand and gives Tabby the keys to the car. Tabby takes them and smacks Cass on the rear for good luck.

  We head out of the club, leaving them there. Once we are outside I just have to ask.

  “What about them?”

  “Oh, don’t worry. They’ll get a cab.”

  We head back to the car and she gets in the driver’s seat. I get into the passenger seat and we head back to her place. The feeling that this is all started on a lie comes bubbling to the surface and I want to scream. She can tell that there’s something on my mind but doesn’t ask about it. Do I tell her?

  She drives deeper and deeper into the city. We pass a few building that have street art spray painted up their sides. She reaches into the glove box in front of me and pulls out the remote to a garage door. She points it at a metal door underneath a building and the gate opens.

  “I thought this was Cass’s car.”

  “We have keys and clickers to each other’s places. It is Cass’s car. I’ll get it back to her tomorrow. My car’s at her place anyway.”

  She parks the car and we get out. She takes my hand in hers and leads me through the winding hallways and stairwells of her building. We laugh and giggle as we playfully stumble around and kiss each other. Up another flight of stairs and she pushes me up against a door, fumbling in her purse. She finally gets her keys out and unlocks the door.

  The door swings open, I fall on my ass, and she falls right on top of me. We laugh and kiss each other once more. She gets up, helps me up, and then closes the door. I look around at her apartment. It’s a lovely looking place with a large living room covered floor to ceiling with paintings. She has a smaller kitchen that has brushes and bowls of paint tainted water on the counters.

  She brings me farther in. Above the kitchen, looking out on the living room is an upper loft with strings of novelty lights across the ceiling. There are two doors in the living room, one to her now spare room and one to the bathroom. She drops her purse on the table in the living room and throws her jacket on the couch.

  I drop my purse and jacket where I stand. She steps up to me, places her hands on either side of my face, and kisses me passionately. Our tongues touch and I swear my knees turned to jelly. She drags me upstairs. We stumble a few times but our lips stay touching.

  Once up in the loft our clothes start coming off. First her shirt then mine. We take a moment to untie our laces and kick off our shoes. Then we embrace, kissing each other tenderly. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of my skirt and it drops to the floor. I stand there in my underwear and stockings.

  She steps out of her skirt and my eyes are glued to her body. She may have a plain red bra and a black thong under those fishnets, but honestly I’ve never been more aroused. I feel overdressed because I chose a matching set of leopard print underwear. I bought them for Valentine’s one year for Greg, but he didn’t seem to really care. Tabby does though.

  She pushes me down onto the bed and kisses my thighs as she pulls my stockings off my legs. After mine are off, her lips explore my thighs and calves while she removes hers. She kisses my inner thigh gently and I shudder. She kisses my mound over my panties and I moan softly. Her lips touch my skin up over my stomach, up between my breasts, and up my neck. My body shivers at her touch. Then she starts kissing back down, planting soft kisses over my breasts then down my stomach.

  Once she reaches my panties with her lips she hooks them with her fingers and pulls them off, tossing them aside. I think she might have tossed too far though. Her lips touch my skin, then her tongue. The sounds I make are new to me and I can’t stop making them. She has her fingers digging into my hips and her tongue pressed against me. When she stops I want to grab her hair and force to continue but she is already up at my breasts, kissing them gently.

  My bra is unhooked and being tossed through the air before I even finish my first moan. I reach out and unhook her bra. Her breasts look so lovely. I sit up and start kissing them. This is new to me and she can definitely tell. My touch and kissing is kind of sloppy and a little hesitant. She runs her fingers through my hair to encourage me to keep going.

  Her skin tastes amazing, but not as amazing as her lips. I press my naked body up against her and touch her lips with mine. She slides her hands down her body and shimmies out of her panties. My cheeks go red as she presses her body against mine. I’ve never been this close with another woman. I want more.

  We kneel on the bed against each other with my thigh between her legs and her thigh between mine. I thought it was nice to feel her heat in the dance club but now there are no barriers between us. I have her perky nipple between my lips and I suckle it until she moans.

  She pushes me back onto the bed and our bodies writhe together like snakes doing the mambo. She has her thigh between my legs, pressing up against me firmly. I moan out and arch my back, pressing my lower lips against her leg. She reaches down and touches my sensitive nub.

  Tabby slips a finger inside me and gently thrusts it in and out. I moan loudly, I can’t even bring myself to please her but she doesn’t seem to mind. She slips a second finger inside me and slowly thrusts in and out. My moaning increases, my back arches, and my toes curl. She moans softly just from enjoying the sounds and movements of my body.

  Her fingers feel amazing inside me. I moan louder and she starts rubbing her thumb against my clitoris. I reach for a nearby pillow to try and muffle my screaming. No one has touched me like this before. Her thumb presses firmly as her fingers thrust. I can no longer hold it in. My body shakes and quivers as I moan into the pillow.

  Our moaning mingles together in an orgasmic symphony. I swear if we were in a car the windows would be steamy and it would be rocking on its axels. We touch every part of each other’s bodies. I nervously place my hand between her legs and she moans in my ear for me to keep going.

  I run a finger slowly from the top of her slit to the bottom and back up. I’ve only ever touched myself. I don’t know how to please someone else. I slowly move my finger down until she moans. I start making firm circles in that spot and she moans louder. From them I inch my finger down until I can press it slowly inside her wet cavern.

  I love the way she moans, so open, so loud, so free. I thrust my finger in and out of her. The depths of her cave are tight, wet, and warm around my finger. I thrust a second one inside her like she did to me and it makes her moan.

  She hugs me close to her as my fingers push her over the edge. She moans out and holds me close, our breasts are right up against each other. I work my fingers faster and faster. I feel her tightening around my fingers. Her body shivers against me and her moans are breathy.

  Feeling her body shake and quiver against mine is like heaven. She doesn’t let me stop there. Our tongues entwine then slide down each other’s bodies. She lets me lie there and turns her body around. She widens her legs and my eyes are drawn to the beautiful dew-kissed flower before me.

  She doesn’t waste any
time. She grabs my thighs and pulls me against her face. Her tongue touches my clitoris and I moan out in pleasure. The tip of her tongue circles again and again. My legs quiver in her grasp. Her tongue ventures down further until her smooth wet muscle is inside me. She knows how to wriggle it and make me moan.

  I want to make her moan like I am. I tentatively lick her slit then I kiss her lower lips. I press my tongue against her clitoris and lick firmly before pursing my lips around it. I suckle lightly and make her squirm in my grasp. I hold her buttocks, my fingers digging into her flesh. I bring my tongue to the top of her slit and slide it inside her with ease. We look like a sexual yin yang on the mattress.

  I thought her lips tasted good. Now I know that everything about her makes me want to beg for more. I moan softly against her with my tongue as deep as possible, wriggling and writhing. She moans against me. I feel her tongue inside me and I love it. She brings a hand between my legs and starts to caress my clitoris between two fingers.

  My moans become airy and I don’t know if I can keep my tongue inside her. I press my lips against her lower lips and moan out as my body stiffens and quakes. She doesn’t let her tongue stop and I can feel her smile.

  She pulls away from me and crawls up to kiss me. I hold her close and slip my tongue in her mouth so that we can taste each other. She smiles and rolls over, reaching for the drawer of the bedside table. She digs through the door and pulls something out of it. She shows it to me and my eyes widen.

  The vibrator in her hand is larger and seemingly more advanced than any I have seen before. It has a projection near the handle so that it can stimulate the clitoris while deep inside. She presses a few buttons and it starts to vibrate. Some of the internal mechanisms gyrate and pulsate. I beg for it.

  She gently touches the tip of the toy against my clitoris and I moan out for her. She moves my body to her whim into a position where my hips are lifted by a pillow and she is straddling me with our lower lips separated only by the toy. I love it when she moans.