The Sexual Tension is nearing it's boiling point

Two rounds of very expensive cocktails you now knew were being made with very expensive liquor later, you and Gemma were talking with Amanda while Sabrina was getting to know Maeve more. Several men had approached the five of you over the last couple of hours, usually focusing on Amanda and Maeve since they were more dressed up, but Gemma and Sabrina had both been approached as well. All four of the ladies had judiciously been turning the would-be suitors down, and you’d gotten several open kisses from both of your girlfriends. Amanda had been a little too shy to do that with you, but she’d kissed Maeve instead proclaiming she was a proud Lipstick Lesbian.

You were pretty sure you heard several groans from other nearby groups at that.

Things took a shift, however, when Maeve turned to the table as a whole and waited for all of you to give her your attention.

“I would like to move this night along, please,” she said. “I’m physically aroused, and the **** should have socially lubricated us enough now to ease any nerves you might have. I can also see that your four are also aroused. We should go.”

It was blunt and to the point, just like she said she was. The fact that she hadn’t said ‘Alright, let’s go fuck now’ was almost a blessing.

The exodus took a little longer than expected - Maeve went to settle up the tab for an undisclosed amount of the money she’d been sent by Alastair, and Gemma and Amanda decided to go to the washroom before leaving, leaving you with Sabrina as you waited for the others to return.

“What do you think?” she asked as she stepped close, weaving her hands together at the small of your back as she hugged you lightly and looked up into your eyes.

“About which thing in particular?” you asked with a slightly incredulous shake of your head.

“Fair point,” Sabrina chuckled. “OK, rapid-fire. Amanda?”

“If she gets over her nerves I think tonight will be a lot of fun.”

“Maeve’s ridiculous ‘job?’”

“Not our place to judge, but also WTF,” you said.

Sabrina snorted and nodded. “That amount, from just three guys? They must be rich-rich. What about her otherwise?”

“I think Maeve knows what she wants and won’t be afraid to tell us, which is a good thing.”

Sabrina nodded. “Think you’ve got the stamina? Last night was a big one.”

You smiled and brushed a thumb over Sabrina’s cheek as you cupped her jaw lightly. “With you in the room? I’ll be the Energizer Bunny.”

“You say the sweetest things,” she grinned at me.

Maeve returned first, and Sabrina got a naughty look in her eyes and let go of me, going to the other brunette and whispering something in her ear. Maeve raised an eyebrow as she listened but looked at me, and when Sabrina was done she took one glance at Sabrina’s eyes before approaching me.

She spun before getting to you though, instead backing up and pressing her ass to your crotch and her shoulder blades to your chest as she craned her neck to look you in the eye. “I understand that you’re good with your hands,” she said, taking them in hers and bringing one around to her stomach and the other up to her shoulder. “And that you have a dominant streak. I’d like you to make me a spectacle, these last minutes before we leave. Kiss me, hold my throat, and feel my breasts. We’ll never see these people again.”

Maeve then just looked at you expectantly.

You glanced at Sabrina, trying to guess what she’d told Maeve, but all you got back was an encouraging smile and that devious playful look in her eyes.

“Fuck it,” you said, and leaned your lips down to hers as you kissed like before - lacking the emotional connection, but otherwise fulfilling everything a steamy kiss would have. Your hand on her shoulder slid to her neck first, your fingers flowing over her smooth, pale skin and the lines of her collarbone before wrapping around her throat. She didn’t moan like Sabrina would have, but she ground her ass back against your firm cock in encouragement. That felt like she was giving you permission to continue, so you slid your other hand up from her stomach to her breast, openly palming it through her dress and feeling the delightful malleability of it and the firm nub of not only her nipples but something more - her nipples were pierced with some sort of circular piercing so there hadn’t been extra bumps to see.

Your fingers tightened around that piercing, twisting it a little, and that got a moan out of Maeve and finally seemed to spark something a little more in the kiss. Swapping to the other breasts and giving it a hard squeeze earned you another tiny moan.

“Ahem,” Gemma said, clearing her throat as she and Amanda approached.

You ended the kiss with Maeve, pulling away half an inch and looking into her eyes for a long moment. What you saw there made you think maybe it wouldn’t be just the mechanics of wild sex that night with her. “Go kiss her,” you whispered to Maeve, your lips gently brushing hers.

She smirked a little and stepped out of your arms and right up to Gemma, taking your silver-blonde girlfriend by the hip with one hand and behind the neck with the other and pulling her into a heavy kiss. Gemma must have figured out the ‘prank’ before it even started because she started kissing Maeve back without missing a beat, and the sight of the two of them - a British gothy girl and an Australian preppy surfer girl - was a delectable vision that stopped any conversations that were still happening after the show you and Maeve had put on.

“OK,” Gemma said a little breathlessly as she and Maeve finally separated. “Are we getting out of here or not?”

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