Date Night

by Raven Sky

  Riley was relieved and impressed. Quinn always knew how to work a room. The audience began chanting, “Take it off! Take it off!” Quinn circled her a while, trailing her hands about Riley’s curves, enjoying the chanting, then she placed herself behind Riley, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and whispered in her ear. “Raise your hands above your head, sexy.” Riley complied and Quinn slowly peeled Riley’s shirt off her to the sounds of the audience’s appreciative applause. Quinn twirled the shirt playfully about their heads and flung it at another couple who caught it with enthusiasm.

  Quinn began feeling up Riley’s tits over her black bra. She spoke in her ear again, “Do we stop here or are you up for being topless?”

  Riley closed her eyes and relaxed into the security of Quinn’s body pressed against hers. Even with all these eyes on her, Quinn’s were the only ones that mattered. She could make all of them disappear in her mind if she needed to. She could tune in to their connection and it would hold her steady in the crowd. She could do this. She wanted to do this.

  “Show me off, baby,” Riley replied confidently.

  Quinn removed her bra with gusto, to much appreciative howling and catcalling from the crowd. She jiggled Riley’s breasts for good, dramatic measure, then came around and kissed her sweetly, before slapping her ass playfully and walking away with a sly, “Have fun!”

  Riley climbed onto the machine, soaring on the good energy in the room. Misty gave her the thumbs-up signal and Riley returned it. The Sybian roared to life, and its vibrations jolted through Riley like no vibrator she’d ever used before. It was more powerful, for sure, but also the vibration was distributed differently, and the weight of her body pushing onto the machine added to the sensation. She felt it rock not only her clit and vulva, but her ass and thighs as well. It was incredibly intense, and Riley gasped and swore colorfully, much to the audience’s delight.

  Misty was saying something, but she couldn’t catch it. Waves of sensation moved through her like she was immersed in a sex ocean. That was what she was thinking about. That the powerful surges were a pleasure tide in a carnal sea. It made no sense. She knew she wasn’t making sense. She peered out at the audience between cresting the rolling breakers of pleasure. She could vaguely distinguish Quinn yelling and laughing.

  Misty shoved something in her face. What was it? Nail polish? “Christ on a cracker! Holy shit!” She cursed some more and moved rhythmically upon the machine. Everyone was yelling at her. What were they saying? “Fine, fuck off already!” she roared, jerking the nail polish from Misty’s hands.

  She tried to focus. Unscrew the lid. Don’t drop it. “Shit. Fuck. Son of a bitch. Oh my God!” The carnal swell was moving up her torso. She shook and accidentally painted a stripe on her left tit. The ocean roared. Or was it the people? It was so goddamn loud. She tried to focus. Dip the brush. Color in the nail. No. Damn it. A shitty ass job. Too sloppy. Too shaky. She struggled to keep surfing the rollers of bliss, but there was a giant whitecap ahead. A groundswell. “Motherfucker!” The current overpowered her and she was flooded. The bottle tumbled from her hand, and a string of highly inventive cuss words poured from her mouth as Riley shuddered her release on the demon machine.

  CHOICE #3: Will the final part of Quinn and Riley’s erotic adventure include them having sex:

  A. With Charmaine in a ménage à trois or

  B. For the viewing pleasure of strangers in the Red Room

  Riley and Quinn have a ménage à trois with Charmaine.

  Riley dismounted and curled up in a heap on a pile of cushions, cradled in Quinn’s arms as a bunch of people crowded around her offering congratulations. Quinn stroked her hair as Riley slowly seemed to come back to herself.

  “That was the most physically intense orgasm of my life,” Riley finally croaked to Quinn. Luckily, Quinn was not one to feel jealous. She cradled Riley’s still-somewhat-dazed face in her hands and gave her a genuinely beaming smile. “You were amazing.” She kissed her with tender admiration.

  When they broke apart, Charmaine was standing over them, three shots precariously held between her fingers. “A congratulatory shot, ladies?”

  Quinn eagerly assented and patted the cushions beside them. Charmaine lowered herself with grace. She was still wearing nothing but her pink G-string, while Riley was topless and Quinn fully clothed in the middle between them.

  “Three buttery nipples to O Lounge and its many pleasures,” Charmaine offered as a toast.

  “To O Lounge,” Quinn repeated, swallowing the shot.

  “Wow, that’s delicious,” Riley said, licking her lips.

  “A delicious drink for delicious women,” Charmaine cooed.

  Quinn realized with a start that Charmaine was hitting on them. She glanced at Riley anxiously.

  “I’d ask how you liked the Sybian, but I think you made that abundantly clear to everyone in the room,” Charmaine said. “Too bad they’re packing up, or your girl could try it too, Riley. Hardly seems fair that just the two of us got to experience it.” Quinn glanced over, and indeed Misty was packing up to head to yet another demo at a different sex club tonight.

  “That’s okay. I was thrilled just to watch,” Quinn replied.

  “You like to watch, huh?” Charmaine said.

  Quinn felt her cheeks go hot, a rare occurrence. She quickly rallied though. “I’m a photographer. Watching comes with the territory.”

  “Well, there’s always plenty to see here, that’s for sure.” Charmaine glanced around, and Riley and Quinn followed her gaze. Misty was just leaving and the room had cleared out significantly. There was music audible now and just a few couples left. One pair was talking quietly, holding hands, while another was kissing in the corner. The butch heckler from earlier in the night was now finger fucking a pretty femme in a red silk negligee up against the wall. Riley blushed and looked away, but Quinn stared, entranced. She’d never seen anyone else fuck before, she realized—at least not in real life. It was captivating, especially when the femme opened her eyes and looked right at her, moaned, then closed her eyes and nuzzled back into her lover again. Quinn unconsciously reached out for Riley’s hand.

  Charmaine interrupted her reverie, standing up and announcing, “Look, I know you two are together and new here, but if you’d like to play, I’d be down with it.” Quinn’s heart skipped a beat. “I’ll leave you to talk it over. Come find me by the pool if you’re interested.” And with that she sashayed away, her bottom jiggling alluringly.

  Quinn and Riley looked at each other and Quinn burst out laughing. “This place is unbelievable.”

  Riley joined in the laughter. “I feel like I’m in a parallel universe where we are way edgier than our regular selves in most of our multiverses.”

  “You are adorkable when you talk like that,” Quinn replied, bringing her lips to Riley’s.

  “As if she actually propositioned us,” Riley said, shaking her head.

  “I know, right?” Quinn quickly replied.

  They sat in silence for a while. Quinn’s pussy tingled at the thought of taking Charmaine up on her bold offer. She thought back to the ground rules they’d agreed on across the street.

  But across the street felt like a whole other world now.

  “Soooo…in this parallel world, just how edgy do we get?” Quinn asked carefully.

  Riley visibly perked up, perhaps alert to the possibility that Quinn felt as tempted by the offer as she did. “Oh, this Quinn and Riley, they’re total badasses.” Quinn couldn’t repress a coy smile and Riley smiled right back. “They wouldn’t hesitate.”

  “Really?” Quinn answered, twirling a piece of her hair pensively. “Then they must be really secure in their relationship, to invite someone else in to play.”

  “Definitely. They’re stuck with each other. No one else can keep up.”

  A little while later, they wandered downstairs to the bar and then the pool.

  “You came to find me and you brought more shots!” Charmaine gave them a
winning smile as she took the proffered shot glass. “Now let’s see which of you will be the first to make a move on my buttery nipples...” Charmaine held the shot glass just above the bud of her breast and drizzled a little. “Well, don’t let it go to waste!” she said playfully.

  Quinn nodded subtly at Riley who stepped up and took Charmaine’s sweet chestnut colored nipple into her mouth. Quinn watched with a wicked smile playing about the corners of her mouth until Charmaine invited her in too by drizzling more on her right nipple. “Get over here, girl. I’ve got one for each of you.” Riley and Quinn sucked on this beautiful stranger’s tits, then they found each other’s mouth, and shared a passionate French kiss that transformed into all three of them taking turns exploring each other’s mouths as their hands wandered over curves both familiar and new. It escalated quickly as the thrill of inviting someone new and unknown into their sex life was deeply stimulating for Quinn and Riley too it seemed. Kissing became more impassioned. Touch became more fiery and searching.

  They stumbled in a caressing, fondling confusion of limbs onto a large sun mattress laid out in the corner of the deck. Clothing was eagerly removed and then there was a moment of suspension at the point of no return. Riley and Quinn checked in visually with each other. There was no going back after this. Something would shift between them. It gave them pause.

  Charmaine was in tune with them and spoke up. “Listen, we only have to do whatever is fun and feels good for all three of us. I’d love you both to take turns fucking me, but we can do as much or as little as you like.”

  Riley answered. “We talked inside and we’re both interested. Like super, ridiculously, extremely interested in having sex with you. But we’d like to stay away from oral. Nothing personal, but it’s just too intimate and risky to share with someone we just met.”

  “Fair enough,” Charmaine said. “Anything else? Or can I start begging you both to lay your hands on me?”

  “No begging required,” Quinn said as she began, stroking and petting Charmaine’s smooth, umber-colored flesh. Riley and Quinn lay on either side of Charmaine, and they took turns kissing her and each other as their hands explored.

  “I want your fingers inside of me,” Charmaine purred.

  “Which one of us?” Riley laughed.

  “Both.”

  “Rock, paper, scissors for first dibs?” Quinn asked impishly.

  They chuckled but really did it and Quinn won. She wasted no time, parting Charmaine’s legs, and making reassuring eye contact with Riley, before laying her hand upon Charm’s sweet spot. It was deeply stirring to touch another woman while Riley watched, confident in their connection. Charm’s sex was wet and warm, ready for touch. Quinn massaged her vulva for a bit. She tickled her clit lightly and then with increasing pressure. Charm must have liked her touch, for her hips were moving in a way that encouraged Quinn to slip inside her. She did. She inserted two fingers inside Charm’s tight, moist pussy. Charmaine moaned and writhed, while Riley played with her breasts. Quinn couldn’t believe this was really happening. She was fucking another woman outdoors by a pool under a starry summer sky, all the while with Riley’s eager assistance. This was how they were spending their anniversary. It was insane. But also exhilarating.

  “Switch off. Switch off. I’m getting close,” Charmaine ordered.

  Quinn and Riley dutifully switched roles and positions. Quinn used fingers still sticky with Charm’s juices to pinch and tweak her nipples as Riley continued finger-fucking her at the same pace and intensity with which Quinn had left her, namely primed and on the brink of orgasm.

  Quinn didn’t want the moment to end so quickly though, and she got a wild idea. “Fuck us both. At the same time.” She lay down beside Charm and let her legs fall open. “Fuck us both.”

  Riley seemed confused, but Charmaine caught on right away. “As long as I get her right hand.”

  “Rock, paper, scissors?”

  “No way. You get her dominant hand all the time.”

  Riley finally caught on and felt a jolt of desire surge through her. “You two are actually very lucky that I’m a professionally trained veterinarian. We have to be nimble fingered. Lay back and enjoy this impressive display of my manual dexterity.”

  Riley proved her ambidextrous talent, finger fucking Quinn and Charmaine at the same time. Riley’s own pussy was drenched watching them kiss each other with her fingers pumping inside both of them, feeling the most sexually potent she had ever felt in her entire life. She brought two beautiful women to climax this way. First Charmaine who was already on the brink, then Quinn. Charm helped, stimulating Quinn’s clit, while Riley kept the pumping steady with her left hand. When Quinn finally climaxed, Riley collapsed onto them, shaking, her arms sore and trembling. Quinn and Charmaine snuggled her in-between them for a time, then Charmaine slowly got up to go in search of a joint to share.

  As she walked away, Riley and Quinn stared deeply into each other’s eyes and smiled. Then Quinn giggled, and Riley caught its spirit, and before they knew it, they were both laughing at nothing in particular, except the outrageous excess of this night’s celebration. The laughing fit past, they nuzzled in close to each other, and stared up at the stars together, in the contented and connected silence that Riley had always felt was the hallmark of real intimacy and true partnership.

  “Well,” Riley said, “I’d say this parallel universe has its charms.”

  THE END

  Riley and Quinn have sex for the viewing pleasure of strangers in the Red Room.

  Quinn had to encourage Riley to remove herself from the Sybian. She was curled into herself on it and lost to the world for a time. With gentle cajoling and a little nudging, she eased Riley from the machine and onto a nearby divan, where they snuggled for a time as Riley recovered. Misty was packing up the Sybian for another demo at a different sex club tonight, and the room quickly cleared of most of its visitors, who now went in search of new thrills.

  “I will never be the same,” Riley finally croaked, half-jokingly. She chugged from a fresh bottle of water offered to her by a spectator who was leaving. After a lengthy pause as her breathing and heart rate slowed down, she added, “We need this wicked machine in our life. Did Misty say how much it costs?”

  “A mere two thousand dollars and you can be the proud owner of a Sybian.”

  “Wow. Or I could pay my rent for a couple of months.”

  “I guess you and a Sybian are not meant to be. Unlike us,” Quinn added, winking. It was endearing and perked Riley up.

  “I do believe that I won a little something from that performance,” she said.

  “Yeah, the gift card’s in my pocket.”

  “No. That’s not what I mean.”

  Quinn looked confused, then her eyes lit up. “Oh yeah,” she said. “I believe you’re right. Anything special come to mind?”

  “Definitely,” Riley said, standing up and gathering her things. “I want to check out the Red Room. Let’s see if it’s occupied.”

  The Red Room was really more of a huge boxed-in space in the middle of a large room with a bar and leather couches. It had rich, red velvet curtains at the front that could be pulled open or closed. The three other walls that made up the space were full of peepholes and a large two-way mirror with stools set up for voyeurs to linger and observe the goings-on within the interior.

  People were hanging out, drinking, flirting, kissing, and more. But no one was in the Red Room.

  Riley grabbed Quinn’s hands in hers: “I want to have sex in there. You game?”

  “I remember both my promise and our toast. Let’s do it.”

  To enter the Red Room, you had to step up onto a red leather mattress that basically constituted the floor. The walls, ceiling, and mattress were all the same shade of stimulating crimson, so it was aptly named. Riley and Quinn stepped inside. Riley could feel excited energy coursing through her. They drew the curtains closed so people would know it was occupied and no one was invited to join, altho
ugh Riley secretly hoped someone would watch through the peepholes or mirror. Riley threw herself on the mattress and made herself comfortable with her legs casually crossed at the ankle and her arms behind her head. Quinn crouched beside her.

  “I promised I’d fuck you any way you like,” Quinn said, throwing a leg over her so that she straddled Riley. “How do you want me to please you tonight, my love?”

  “Hmmm…come kiss me while I ponder that,” Riley said. Quinn obliged, leaning over and kissing her sensually, while her hips moved atop her prone body. Riley was very much aware that anyone could be watching and felt they deserved a better view of Quinn’s ass while she kissed her.

  “First of all, you’re wearing too much clothing. Take it off for me,” Riley said.

  “This is basically a big wrestling mat. I think you should try to get it off me.”

  “Oh, I’ll get it off you,” Riley said. They tussled and laughed, limbs entwined, bodies contorting as Quinn tried unsuccessfully to keep Riley from removing her clothes. Riley had grown up with two brothers; she knew how to wrestle, but Quinn was wiggly and often escaped her grasp. Amidst much shrieking, panting, and struggle, Riley managed to remove all but Quinn’s silky tan G-string. Riley figured it was so microscopic that it hardly counted anyway and besides by then they were both primed to fuck.

  “All right, champ, what’ll it be?” Quinn asked.

  “I want you to ride my face like I rode the Sybian.”

  “I don’t know that I can cuss that creatively.”

  They both laughed, then Quinn added, “That’s hardly me fucking you.”

  “It’s what I want.”

  “All right. I’m a woman of my word,” Quinn answered. She stood up then and straddled Riley’s face, a leg on either side of her head. “Is this what you want?”

  She began circling her clit with her fingers on the outside of her panties. As the circling increased in size and speed, the material would move aside slightly, providing Riley with a quick glimpse of the lips of Quinn’s pussy. Riley lifted her hips and removed her own pants and underwear, never breaking eye contact with the dazzling display of eroticism taking place so achingly near to her face. Riley brought her own hand to her clit and mirrored Quinn’s movements.