"Let's get out of here," Carol said, unlocking the bathroom door.
I straightened out my dress and looked for any wet spots, evidence of the huge orgasm she'd just given me. My legs were still weak but I managed to follow her out. I'd follow her anywhere. Walking back to the party, we found a quiet corner and talked. I told her about my break-up, how I was so embarrassed when Greg said it was like fucking a dead fish. I felt a lump in my throat as I thought about how I wasn't enough for him.
"What a fucking asshole. Fuck that guy. Actually don't, like ever. You can do better. And he's absolutely wrong. You are passionate. Loving. *Vocal*," she said with a chuckle. "You just need the proper motivation." Carol gave me a wink and licked her fingers—the ones that had just been buried deep in my still-wet pussy.
There was something lurid about her eyes as she cleaned herself, something I'd never seen before. I looked around the room at my other girl friends. Sarah's billowy sequined top showed a lot of cleavage. Kim's miniskirt was practically a belt. They were all beautiful, but none of them made my heart race the way Carol did.
She started to head for the front of the bar when I held her hand. "Shouldn't we tell Sarah? It's her party, you know?"
"She and I have an understanding. No long goodbyes." She looked back and sure enough, Sarah gave Carol a wink and a smile. Or was she winking at me? I couldn't tell.
The night air had gotten cooler when we stepped outside and I regretted not bringing a jacket. Goosebumps dimpled my arms and I rubbed myself to stay warm. Without a word, Carol unbuttoned her blazer and threw it over my shoulders. When I looked over I saw her hard nipples pushing under the skimpy, very open top. "Thanks. Aren't you cold?"
"I don't mind, kitten. I'm thinking of ways you can warm me up later."
Instead of driving to her hotel, Carol gave me an address that took us away from the business district. Neon signs for night clubs reflected off my windows as I drove slowly past places I'd only heard spoken in hushed tones in the work break room. "Are we partying? Night clubs aren't really my scene." As I spoke I felt a pang of revulsion at myself. Maybe Greg was right.
"It's not a club. There," Carol said, pointing to a quieter block on a side street. The storefronts looked dark and uninviting. I felt a little apprehensive getting out of the car but when she squeezed and held my hand, I felt new courage pouring into my body.
We stopped at an opaque glass door with the word, *Flutter* etched into it. Carol rang a bell and I could hear the echoes of high heels on a hard floor. A younger woman came to the entrance wearing little more than a robe and a smile.
"So nice to see you, Carol," she said as the two embraced. "Here for a workout?"
"A private lesson, for my friend here. This is Harriet. Harriet, meet Vanessa. I know it's late, but may we come in?"
Vanessa ushered us inside. *Flutter* was a dance studio. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors covered the walls but my eyes were drawn to the ten stripper poles bolted to the ground.
"Have you ever done pole dance exercises?" Vanessa asked?
I held a pole and was surprised that it spun freely and quietly. "I've barely done dancing, period."
"Ah, I love beginners. Come on, let's get you dressed." Vanessa led me to a locker room and gave me a black bikini.
"Are you sure this will fit? It looks so small."
Vanessa shook her head. "Trust me, you'll want to show more skin."
A few minutes later I stepped back into the studio and Carol whistled. She drank in every square inch of my body as Vanessa started to show me the basics: how to address the pole, how to hold it, circle it. The pole was like a dance partner, a stainless steel Gene Kelly that only spun in one place. There were some missteps and a fall but finally my attempted first jump.
I couldn't believe it! I had one leg wrapped around the pole and the other one holding me up for support as my body slowly spun around. Who was this hot woman in the mirror? As I played with my hair, I arched my back and looked at Carol from upside down. She was getting undressed down to her red lace thong.
Carol's body was perfect. Toned stomach and pert breasts, and legs that looked like they could run forever. Fuck, I wanted to caress those creamy white thighs. I didn't care if I was making a mess in my borrowed bikini.
I dismounted with help from Vanessa and we both sat as Carol danced to a slow R&B song with a heavy beat. Her ass swung in rhythmic arcs, undulating, spinning, rocking her hips as if to beckon us closer. Every movement, from her spreading her legs on the floor to massaging her tits; everything was done with slow, agonizing grace. Where I looked like someone too old on a merry-go-round, Carol owned the pole like it was an extension of her own sexual energy. I licked my lips.
"Isn't she amazing?" said Vanessa.
I had to pick up my jaw from the ground. Of course I'd seen a pole dance before, just not in person. But something about this setting, in a private studio with Carol dancing *for me*, felt like nothing I'd ever experienced. I became aware of the dampness between my legs and let my fingers rub the outside of the fabric.
Even upside-down, Carol caught me. "Not yet, kitten. Would you come here, please?"
I stood closer and realized her thong was level to my mouth. Suddenly I had trouble breathing again. "I- I don't know what to do. I've never done *this* before. Definitely not from this angle."
"I haven't asked you to do anything yet. I'll never force you to do something you don't want to. But maybe you'd like another lesson. Vanessa?"
The instructor spun Carol to her side. Sliding the thong over, Vanessa used the flat of her tongue to like Carol's shaved pussy and clit with long wet laps. She played with the delicate folds, sucking on Carol's skin until they both were moaning.
When did I come closer? I can't remember. But somehow I had floated over and observed this aerial cunnilingus only inches from my face. I only realized it when Carol squeezed my ass. She had a hand on both me and Vanessa.
"Would you like to try?" Vanessa asked. Her lips glistened with Carol's juices.
"I- I still don't know."
"Baby steps. Here, let's try this," said Vanessa and she kissed me. I could taste the salt and sweet on her tongue as she darted it in and out of my mouth, her soft lips pressed into mine. "Doesn't that taste good?"
"Amazing." It was true.
"Now then, wouldn't you like to get it straight from the source?"
My heart raced. I could feel the heat coming off of Carol's pussy and for the first time, I felt an urge to plunge my tongue deep into it.
So I did.
"Oh, fuck," Carol moaned. She still held herself upside-down on the pole as I licked her inner thighs, her smooth mound, and slit. The song ended, but no one cared. I felt Vanessa's fingers reach around from behind and slip under my bikini and she dipped them into my own throbbing pussy. Time stopped. With half closed eyes, I was lost in my own bliss as I tried to fuck Carol with my tongue.
I don't know if it was me or gravity, but Carol started to slide down the pole. It was a controlled descent. With her safely on the floor, she took off her thong and I knelt between her legs. She raised them in the air like a stripper, like the letter V and I dropped into her center. Oh my god, I was eating pussy and loving it.
I didn't know what I was doing but Carol seemed patient. She had no problem with holding my head and repositioning me, telling me to go faster, move in circles, plant kisses, or to play with her clit. Not long after, Carol wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed, trapping me in between her luscious thighs. Her orgasm was intense, throwing her torso into convulsions as she slapped the floor. It felt like she was riding my face right over the precipice, pulsing and spreading more juice over my face and chin. Eventually she relaxed and laughed and I let my head fall on her belly.
"Was that good?" I asked.
She ran her fingers through my hair. "You were great. She was great, wasn't she Vanessa?"
Vanessa couldn't hear, or maybe chose not to. We both looked over and the instructor was sitting against a mirrored wall with three fingers in her pussy while her other hand furiously rubbed her clit. Her orgasm rippled over her body like waves crashing into the rocky shores, a chaotic display of raw wet power.
Carol pulled me up to her chest and we laid there with one leg over the other's. "So Vanessa, do you think she can move?"
"No question," she replied between short breaths. "If you wanted to join a class, I'd be happy to have you. There's just less uh, *eating out* done in class, understand? Carol is special."
Oh, how I knew.