Find the lesbians

Lauren left early the next morning. At some point in the evening, Chloe had returned and fallen asleep on the couch.

David felt bad about leaving Chloe alone all night. With Lauren gone, David was happy to make it up to her by sitting her on his lap and playing with her clit until he was sure she forgave him.

Over breakfast, he returned to Fuck Finder. After a long time, David put his phone down in annoyance. He looked at Sarah, "ug, it's the one thing you can't search for in Fuck Finder. I can look for a one-armed pacific islander with a goddamned diaper fetish but where are the girls that love pussy?"

Sarah looked up at him, "there's a place." David looked at her, confused as always. She clarified, "a bar."

"Oh... a lesbian bar?"

"Yeah. It's called The Beaver Hole."

David sat completely motionless for a full five seconds before slowly asking, "the Beaver Hole?"

"Everybody is a lot less uptight now, okay? Besides, the last few years have been weird for lesbians. We had to be more... obvious to find each other."

"Sure... sure." He thought for a few more seconds before chortling and saying definitively, "the Beaver Hole."

Sarah scowled at him, "wait until you see it."

"Can I though?"

"What?"

"I mean, not to point out the obvious, but I'm not a lesbian. Is it somewhere I really should go?"

"Don't worry. They're cool. You'll like it."

"Well then," he stifled a laugh, "let's head on down to The Beaver Hole."

She scowled again.

When they arrived, The Beaver Hole looked basically like any other bar. If you ignored the Georgia O'Keeffe paintings.

As soon as he looked around, David realized that he had kind of assumed that post-virus lesbians would look, if you'll forgive the stereotype, like lesbians. There wasn't a scrap of flannel or a crew cut anywhere to be seen. The virus and Fortiphine again. He immediately felt bad for stereotyping.

As Sarah led them to a table, there was a distinct change in the tone of conversations. All eyes were on David. That is, except for the women on their knees, faces buried in pussy. Other than them, everybody noticed David walk in.

He whispered to Sarah, "are you sure it's okay that I'm here?"

She replied, "yeah. Don't worry."

Then, as quickly as it changed the first time, eyes drifted away from him and the conversation returned to its original jubilant tone.

"Huh," David concluded.

They sat down with Sarah on one side of David and Chloe on the other. A waitress approached. She looked at David, "I'm sorry sir, we don't have any fluffers here. If you need anything," her eyes lowered to his crotch, "feel free to ask any of the staff." She paused, eyes never leaving his crotch, "or the customers. I'm sure any of them would be more than happy to assist you."

David replied, "you know what, I think I'm okay. Um... thanks though." David and Sarah both ordered a beer. Chloe ordered a gin and tonic.

When the drinks arrived, David looked at his beer, and down at his crotch, which was not currently being slobbered on. There was a WNBA game on the screens that dotted the walls. (All of the men's professional sports leagues had dissolved because of lack of players.)

He mused, "it's so... normal."

Sarah tapped her beer against his, "told you you'd like it."

"So, what's the deal here," David asked, "I shouldn't just, like, ask these women to blow me, right?"

Sarah smirked, "you could, and they would." She thought for a second, "they'd be super happy to, actually. It's not often cock just lands in a lesbian's lap.

"It's no different here than anywhere else. If you see a girl you're interested in, wave her over. They all want dick as much as any other woman: the virus didn't discriminate. They just love pussy too."

David scanned the room. He looked with particular interest at a woman who was kneeling licking one woman's pussy, while fingering the woman sitting beside her. "So are lesbians, um, monogamous?"

Sarah laughed, "no, the virus put an end to that. Some women are still in," she paused and some sadness entered her voice, "a couple," she regained her composure, "but everybody's so horny, there's no point trying to pretend they won't take whatever they can get."

The waitress came by and asked them if they wanted another drink. They did.

The evening continued. Drinks continued to flow. David had an ****-inspired thought.

David looked at a table of across from them. He found his gaze drawn to a beautiful Latina woman. He looked at Sarah and smiled. He made eye contact with the Latina woman and motioned to their table.

She knelt in front of David and said, "I'm Maria."

David moved away from Sarah. He motioned to the space between them, and Maria squeezed in.

He introduced Sarah and Chloe. Hands started to explore as they got to know each other.

David got to the point, "Maria, Sarah has been helping me figure my life out. I'm very lucky."

Sarah looked at him and gave him a confused smile.

He continued, "every time we go out, she watches me get fluffed," he looked at Sarah, "but nobody ever does it for her."

Sarah hadn't yet figured out where David was going. In a frustrated tone, she said, "of course not, that's not how fluffing works."

David ignored her, "so since we're here, I thought maybe I could turn the tables. Maria, can you fluff Sarah? Do anything she wants. If you do, I'll do anything you want."

As Maria understood the request, she smiled, "so you want me to get this hottie off," she turned to Sarah, for whom realization was dawning, "then I can have your dick?"

David assured her, "anything you want."

She bit her bottom lip, looked Sarah up and down, and concluded, "good deal."

[Author's aside: boom! Georgia O'Keeffe reference. The Pulitzer Prize people can DM me if necessary.]