Rachel Wants To Put On A Show

“We’re going to give them a show,” she said, her lips brushing against mine and her words barely more than a whisper.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, thrumming in my ears and blood rushing as I nodded and let her run her hands up, straight up my body.

She tugged at the fabric of my dress, pulling it taut against me and showing everyone everything that I had been trying to hide. From the swell of my hips to the tight tautness of my tummy to the press of my breasts and the fact that my nipples were achingly hard. They caught a glimpse, in the bouncing light of the dance floor, and I almost heard the sigh of need that rippled through the crowd around us.

When she touched me she set a fire in my skin and she made my body tense. My hands were on her hips and I moved them around, pressing them at the back just above her ass and then rhythmically turning them into her.

Over my breasts and past my neck and pulling around to the back of my head and pulling me in a little. A momentary pause before our lips truly connected and I was staring deep into her eyes and seeing in them this naked lust that I knew was reflected in my own.

And then my eyes were closed and my lips were parting slightly and I was kissing her and she tasted so sweet. Like cotton candy lingering in a moment after that first press, a press that was almost shy before we both pulled back and then rushed forward to connect once more.

We came together in waves. Bodies pushed forward in a crush and lips connecting over and over again. My hands moved down and took her pert, full, and tight ass in them. Squeezing her as she moaned and I felt the rumble of it through her body.

I think my tongue slipped out first. I know whoever came second responded in kind. Lips smacking and pressing and god that cotton candy sweetness lingering as we pushed to connect as much of us as we could with one another.

I was dizzy but got only dizzier as her hands moved down and slid over my breasts. Pausing there this time and squeezing them, sending sparks of fire lancing through my body and making me moan, in that moment, far deeper than she had.

I bent her backwards, pressing on her with my need and almost dipping her in the air. I kissed her and she kissed me and she slid and hand towards the neckline of my dress and dipped it in, pressing past the folds and pushing aside the cup of my bra as her nimble fingers found the hard nub of my nipple and teased it a little, pinching to add a bit of pain to the pleasure that was thrumming through me.

Lost in the moment I knew I would do anything for her then. I would give her all of myself and fall into it with a grateful acceptance. I could find love in the blissful femininity that Rachel presented. Find a kindred spirit who could make me more than I’d ever known I could be.

I barely even noticed the crowd. My hands were moving up and down her back now and there was a push and pull between us as our lips spent more time connected than apart. It was only when I pulled back, breathing heavily and biting my lip as a slow smile broke across her lips and she pulled her fingers subtly from my bra, pulling the cup back and giving me my dignity as she went, that I remembered the crowd was even there at all.

The whoops and hollers made me blush and I turned my head quick, glancing over a sea of masculine faces who were all positively thrilled with the display. The burning heat in my face was half born out of embarrassment and out of the potent desire I’d just felt, but Rachel had only the latter in her.

She pulled me close again, reaching up and whispering in my ear, “I think they liked the show. I think they like you.”

Her teeth found the lobe of my ear and nibbled a little and a strange shiver of desire rushed up and down my spine.

I think I got it. When Rachel pulled back a little more and her eyes were sparkling with delight I knew I got it a little more. She was using the tendency for college girls to play like this to mask and hide her own desires, maybe even denying them to herself.

But I’d felt her need and I knew she felt mine too. I knew the both of us, well we weren’t exactly straight.

And if the option had been given right now I probably would have gone home with her or taken her home to mine. Done a little more exploring of our sexualities and try to figure where on the scale from fully gay to fully straight we really lay.

It takes two to tango, though, and I didn’t know what Rachel wanted. Neither did I really understand my own desires and truthfully falling into bed with her was a confusion of needs and desires that existed in this life and the one that I’d lived before.

The only thing I knew for certain was that the crowd was thickening and that escape was likely an impossibility at this particular juncture.

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