A show to remember

Quinn strutted on stage, a punk rock goddess hearing the petitions of her devoted worshippers. Lily realized she’d never actually heard any of her lover’s music before and was unsurprised to find punky/electric tones and ridiculously sapphic lyrics wash over her.

I think you turned me gay

I’ve been swinging both ways

I swear it’s not a phaaaaase it’s not just growing pains I think you turned me-

It seemed like many in the crowd had listened to the Pink Panthers before as lyrics were belted right back at Quinn and her troupe. Lily jumped and danced and shouted with Sarah who occasionally slipped off to drink back another drink or offer a vape pen. Lily was feeling fuzzy, definitely far drunker and stoned than she’d anticipated but still feeling exuberant and energetic. She looked around for Sarah and couldn’t spot her. She tried to make eye contact with Quinn as the blue haired woman jumped around the stage belting out another energetic banger but failed.

She felt a little wobbly, but it was fucking amazing, she could conquer the world like this, the vodka red bulls coursing through her veins and giving her the desire to find Sarah and kiss her on the spot. Her body started feeling uncomfortably warm, but dancing felt amazing. Some small isolated rational part of her mind reminded her that she’d taken molly, but that seemed an insignificant detail.

The lights on the stage were glaring but the pit was shrouded in darkness, Sarah could have been right next to her and Lily wasn’t sure if she’d find her. She was writhing and swaying to the best music she’d ever heard in her life, her body felt electrified, every movement sensual and perfect. She started dancing with strangers, whooping and jumping exuberantly.

Everything was a blur, at one point Lily was grinding on an unknown beautiful athletic woman. Lily felt like a brand-new person, between her haircut and outfit she barely looked like the old her any more. The stranger was grinding her hips into Lily, facing away as Lily held her swaying hips. Feeling her arousal reaching a fever pitch, Lily leaned in and whispered huskily “come with me” before leading the woman deeper into the shadows.

If she’d been sober Lily would have realized she didn’t actually even know what this woman’s face looked like, let alone her name. But in the gloom of the side corridor Lily could barely see two inches in front of her even if she wasn’t super fucked up. Moving on instinct alone she blindly pulled the woman in for a kiss, the taller stranger eagerly reciprocating as they groped each other’s asses. They could still hear the music ripping through every molecule of the venue, but the two women were in a silent little world of their own.

Yanking her dance partners pants down, Lily shoved her against the wall to sit on a convenient set of boxes and dove for her pussy. Her partner grabbed Lily’s hair, knocking off the bandana, and clung on for dear life as Lily sloppily but passionately ate her out, pumping two fingers in in time with the beat of the song. The intoxicating mix of liquor, weed, and molly overrode any inhibitions Lily may have had about fucking a stranger in public. A door opened somewhere down the hallway, letting a little light in but Lily didn’t stop until the tell tale shuddering and clenching of an orgasm let her know she’d made her new friend cum.

Rising to kiss the stranger again, now illuminated by the fluorescent lights down the hall, Lily got to eye level and froze. Staring back at her in horrified shock was her cousin Cassie. Cassie’s bloodshot eyes betrayed she was also hammered but in the faint light realization dawned on the women as to what they’d done. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Cassie blurted out, pulling her pants up in a panic and running away leaving a shell-shocked Lily rooted to the spot. She desperately wished she could sober up but even the terror of just having eaten out her cousin was chipped away at by the warm glow of the molly.