Emancipation Blues [GirlxGirl]

Chapter Two- Breaking Free.

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            Trina looked me in the eye, and smirked when she noticed me looking at her see-through top she knew always drove me crazy horny. I could already imagine her underneath me, moaning and gasping from the pleasure I was giving her. She carefully moved her hips to the blasting music around us, while holding a beer in her hand.

            Licking her lips, she tempted me with her pink tongue and motioned for me to come closer to her at the dance floor.  Moving across the room, I met up with her, and took one last sip of my mixed drink, and winked at her. She placed her free hand on my hip, and started to grind on me, while I held her in place as we moved to the music. We were at a gay nightclub, so it didn’t matter who was looking.

            “Why are you so damn good?” I whispered seductively in her ear.

            She shivered, and moved her hand down to my ass.

            “Because I know what I want,” she said, and turned to face me.

            Wrapping her arms around my neck, she placed her hips on mine, and tilted her head back, making me grab her ass and squeeze it. She gasped, and kissed me hungrily, taking me by surprise. Licking her bottom lip, I demanded entrance inside, while savoring the taste of beer and cherries. Smiling, she bit my lip and ran her hand down my entire ass, making me moan quietly. I licked her bottom lip once more, and she gave me access, our tongues flicking and being sucked by one another. Trina’s eyes radiated lust and carnage; her stare drove me higher and more aroused than usual. Grinding on my leg, she tilted back again, her pink nipples straining against the thin, filmy fabric of her shirt.

            It took every ounce of energy and willpower for me to not take her in the middle of the dance floor. Everything about her radiated sex; her body language, her clothes, her scent, her eyes…those things were driving me mad; a feeling I had not experienced, but yet it was so familiar so I thought nothing of it. The need took over what I was thinking, and I was happy to oblige in any oncoming situation that was coming. Her eyes smoldered into mine, her need just as evident as mine so clearly was. But I was the dominant one so far, so I could control what could happen within the next couple of minutes.

            “Mmm,” she moaned, as my cold hands roamed her warm skin.

            Taking her hand, I led her out into one of the halls, and pinned her against the wall. She looked at me, her red lips seeming so inviting and ready to be devoured. I shook my head at the thought of stopping now, but something inside of me stirred, as a lesbian couple passed by.

            They seemed so happy to be together, their hands linked and their overall appearance seemed so perfect and attainable…something I knew I would never be able to experience. I loved having sex too much to really settle down, but when would it stop?

            When would I be able to stop coveting those who were happy being with someone?

            And was I scared, or yet repulsed by the idea of being committed?

            Trina’s smooth lips crashed onto mine, completely taking me out of my thoughts. Her hands searched for an entrance up inside of my shirt, and I was all but too eager to take her home and show her how much the need to take her was on my mind.