Club Night 3 - Getting Flirty

She actually has a dick. A real, actual penis. It's a girl, a buff, rough girl, and she has a penis. This is almost as wild of a thought as it is hot.

"You ACTUALLY have a dick??" you blurt out, a mixture of excitement and disbelief in your voice.

"Yep." Zoey confirms.

"I was wondering about that!" you continue, unable to contain yourself.

"Damn, really caught your interest, huh?" Zoey chuckles, clearly amused by your enthusiasm.

"I mean, can you blame me?" you defend yourself. "I was right next to you. I could hear everything!"

"Hah, fair." Zoey concedes.

"So, wait, are you trans or something or-" you begin, trying to understand the situation.

"Ever heard of futanari?" Zoey cuts you off.

"Uhm, no, not really." you answer truthfully.

"Basically just chicks with dicks. Well, and balls. You know, instead of a pussy." Zoey explains.

"Ooh, okay, I see." you nod, the information sinking in.

"I normally refer to myself as a girl though. Less complicated to explain." Zoey adds.

"Gotcha." you nod.

"So, anything else you wanna know?" Zoey asks.

"Okay, Imma be honest with you: I'm SO curious." you confess.

"Heh, figured." the self proclaimed futanari smirks.

"So, this how you get all the girls?" you joke.

"Some do be curious, is all I'll say." Zoey replies, the smirk not leaving her face.

"Can't say I'm surprised." you chuckle, clearly no better than those other girls.

"I mean, I don't go around telling everyone, you know." Zoey points out before she takes another drag from her cigarette.

"I mean, that makes sense." you reply. "REGARDLESS, how was it?" you follow up, essentially disregarding any and all subtleness. Your curiosity is way out of hand at this point.

"The toilet sex?" the tomboy asks back, seemingly a bit surprised by the blunt question.

"Yes! I mean, neither do I own a dick nor have I ever slept with a futanari before." you explain, sort of to justify your curiosity.

"Ha, fair." Zoey laughs. "Pretty good, honestly. For, you know, toilet sex."

"I bet." you giggle. "Sounded good at least."

"Heh, perv." the futanari teases, a devious grin on her face.

"Excuse me??" you playfully protest. "YOU banged her against MY stall's door!"

"Hey, only at the start." Zoey defends herself with a laugh, stopping and leaning against a streetlight.

"Still, I'm not the pervert here." you insist, standing opposite her.

"You're asking an awful lotta questions about it for a non-pervert." Zoey counters, still grinning. Shit, she does have a point here. Thinking about a possible counter, you squint your eyes at her.

"Well?" Zoey presses, smugness written all over her face.

"You know what? No harm in a little curiosity." you answer, still squinting.

"Sure." the tomboy chuckles, stubbing her cigarette. "Her curiosity certainly paid off for her."

"Did it now?" you muse and playfully tilt your head, not wanting her to have the last word.

"Mhm." Zoey nods, a mischievous - and very fucking attractive - glimmer in her eyes.

"And why's that?" you inquire, taking a step closer.

"Let's say, I know an orgasm when I see one." Zoey answers and the raspiness in her voice really adds to her words. Could she have actually made the girl cum? With a quicky on the toilet?

"Hmm, maybe she was just very expressive?" you suggest, trying to deny her the satisfaction.

"You think?" the futanari challenges, the sly grin firmly planted on her face. "Quivering legs, screaching moans, suspicious amount of fluids down there?"

"Could... mean anything." you try to shrug her off but honestly, the way she describes the girl's state is really getting to you right now.

"Suuuure." Zoey drawls, pushing herself off the lamppost, closing the distance between the two of you. Only about an inch shorter than you, you now basically stand bust to bust with her. Ugh, she's just ridiculously hot right now.

"Well, good to hear you had your fun then." you finally give in, trying to keep the composure.

"That I did." the tomboyish futa confirms. "But now that I met you, the sex somehow wasn't even the highlight of my night."

"Oh, come ooon." you scoff at her cheesy line but you're can't help smiling nonetheless.

"Take an honest compliment, bitch." Zoey smirks and lightly bumps her chest into yours.

"What you just call me?" you challenge, looking her straight in the eyes.

"A. Bitch." the tomboy repeats, putting extra emphasis on the word. "Or you want me to call you princess instead?"

Okay, it's getting really hard to match her cockiness right now. There's no way in hell the blush on your face isn't giving away how much this is turning you on.

"So quiet all of the sudden." the futa teases and suddenly, her hand is resting on your hip.

"Pff, and?." you manage to somewhat retort.

"Go on. What's keeping you quiet, huh?" Zoey inquires, her gaze never leaving yours.

"Maybe I'm just not used to such a big ego." you fire back, the comeback not sounding as confident as you wanted it to.

"Heh, ouch." the tomboy grins, not even remotely offended. While now both of her hands are resting on your hips, she doesn't make any further advances yet.

"So typical." you huff, struggling to keep her eye contact. "People with big dicks always have such a big ego."

"Did I say I have a big dick?" the futa asks back, raising an eyebrow. Oh fuck, she didn't. She didn't say that.

"Uhm..." is all you can bring out, completely caught off guard.

"Interesting..." Zoey muses, a shit-eating grin on her face. "Did I give you a vibe like that, Ronya?"

Fucking shit. You don't wanna give her satisfaction, but you don't have any kind of counter.

"Or maybe you were just hoping?" Zoey continues, her voice going a little lower than before. Damn, what a voice.

"Shut. Up." you hiss, feeling yourself growing more and more flustered.

"Why don't you make me?" the tomboy challenges, her grin not faltering for a second.

"I just might." you shoot back and with a little confidence returning, you lift your arms and wrap them around her neck. Yeah, this is happening now.

"Yeah? How ya gonna do th-" the futa begins but her words die in her throat the moment your lips meet hers. It's a passionate kiss and while she's a bit stunned at first, she quickly reciprocates. You can feel her pull your hips towards her, pressing your body against hers. Her lips are rough, just like the rest of her, and the slight taste of cigarettes is oddly exciting. Then again, everything is exciting right now.

As the kiss goes on, her hands soon wander from your hips to your butt. With a firm grip, she squeezes and massages your cheeks through your skirt. You can't help but moan into the kiss and instinctively, you push your crotch against hers.

Yours is the second ass she's kneading tonight, the second pair of lips she's kissing. While many would dislike the idea of being just another notch in the bedpost, it's kinda making this futa even hotter. Also, it's strange. Even though you have to tilt your head down a bit to kiss her, she still manages to make you feel smaller. She's so damn strong and assertive, and the way her hands are squeezing your ass is almost possessive. Eventually, though, the kiss breaks and the two of you are left panting.

"Well, fuck me." Zoey breathes, a smirk on her lips.

"If you're lucky." you tease, the flirting tone downright inadvertable at this point.

"If I'M lucky?" the futa questions and with a slap on your right cheek, she pulls you in even tighter. Ohh, now you can feel it, right against your crotch. She was DEFINITELY not lying.

"Well, l-let's say if we're both lucky." you correct yourself, the sudden sensation catching you thoroughly off guard.

"I think I can make you lucky." Zoey brags, her cocky grin still inches from your face.

"Big talker, huh?" you scoff, but something tells you very clearly that she can deliver.

"I know what I can and can't do, princess." the tomboy replies and as much as you hate the nickname, the way she says it is kinda hot.

"Hmm, but you didn't list that as your strength back in the club." you taunt her, recalling the conversation.

"What you expect me to say? I can't draw shit but I can fuck a girl's brains out?" Zoey retorts, smug never leaving her smirk. Well, she does have a point.

"Hah, touché." you admit, unable to deny her logic. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves." you add, not wanting to come across THAT easy.

"No? Wanna get back to the club?" the futa inquires, apparently a bit surprised by your words.

"Not reeeally..." you drawl, trying to find the best way to phrase the next part. "You know, I'm just sooo tired. If only someone had a place where I could crash."

"Hmm, I mean I would offer but I don't have a spare couch or anything." Zoey ponders and either she's sweirdly good at acting or she didn't catch the hint at all. "My roomie and I only have a small room each, so I'm not sure-"

"Zoey." you cut her off, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Yes?" the futanari asks, her expression blank.

"I'm not talking about a fucking couch." you clarify, wondering how obvious you need to be.

"Huh... I might have a sleeping back somewhe-" ... very obvious, apparently.

"ZOEY." you repeat, a little louder and a lot more exasperated.

"Yes?" the tomboy repeats, a look of confusion on her face. Where is this sudden obliviousness coming from??

"... you know what - let's just go." you sigh, letting go of her and walking past her. "To your place!" you quickly add to take away another dense question.