Things are brewing, and it's not coffee

“Sabrina!” Tasha hissed, her faux-surprise for the pictures having turned to actual shock as the petite brunette spread the blonde’s buns and pressed her tongue to Tasha’s butthole.

Sabrina just hummed a giggle, shifting lower to get her lips and tongue wedged even further between Tasha’s legs and onto the tasty little pussy waiting there. She’d caught Tasha mid-change, one bikini off and just a thong for modesty - not that there was anything really modest about three women getting nearly naked and trying on swimsuits together while sending teasing pictures to one of their boyfriends. A boyfriend that they’d all fucked more than once.

The thong wasn’t a barrier, and Sabrina's tongue slithered across Tasha’s labia and into her hole, making her grunt and moan in weak-willed protest.

“OK, really,” Becks chuckled. “What did you think was going to happen with Sabrina in here?”

“I don’t know,” Tasha said, feeling her jaw wanting to drop and her eye twitch. Sabrina was good with her tongue.

“Can you stay quiet while she does it, or do you need to muffle yourself?” Becks asked. “Cause you know she isn’t going to stop.”

“Uhhhmm,” Tasha groaned, reaching back and running her fingers into the hair at the back of Sabrina’s head, unsure if she was going to pull her away or push her in tighter. Then Sabrina, somehow, shoved her forward a little without removing tongue from cunt, which **** Tasha to kneel on the little bench in the changing room. It had to be planned because almost immediately after her foot left the ground, Sabrina was peeling off her sandal and teasing between her toes with her fingers.

Tasha still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea in the long run to admit to that particular fetish with Sabrina, but so far the young woman had used it against only in the best ways.

“Fuck,” Tasha grunted.

“Muffled it is,” Becks sighed, smirking and rolling her eyes. She sat down on the bench close to Tasha and pulled the blonde into a kiss.

Tasha hadn’t been a complete virgin to the sapphic side of sex when she’d fallen into bed with John, Gemma and Sabrina. She’d kissed some girls before, mostly just some experimentation that led to giggles all around. And there had been that one drunken fling with Cherry, her brother’s lesbian sister-in-law at the wedding. That had been an eye-opening experience, but she’d still always thought of herself as ‘pretty much straight.’

Now here she was, one female lover munching her box while she made out with another. And, without really thinking about it, her hands came up to cup and squeeze Becs’ nice, plump tits. The darker-skinned woman reciprocated, and Tasha felt her nipples quickly harden as they were tugged on.

“M’fuck it,” Tasha groaned, pulling her lips from Becks and gently pushing her shoulder back. “Lean back.”

Becks gave her a look and a smile and leaned back, and Tasha dropped her head low, pulled Becks’ panties aside and started eating her out. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. And Tasha was finding she liked the feeling of Becks’ thigh trembling and her pussy leaking out its secretions onto her tongue. It made her feel even more sexy and powerful than getting her own pussy eaten.

“Shit,” Becks groaned. “Now I need something to muffle myself.”

Gemma was an absolute bitch to you in the back of the Uber. Not verbally, or with an argument. She just teased the everloving fuck out of you by rubbing your crotch with one hand, shooting you knowing looks and even ‘adjusting’ her top and flashing you more cleavage out of sight of the driver. You felt like she was moments from lifting her skirt and flashing you those crotchless panties she was wearing when the ride thankfully came to an end.

Checking your phone for the time, you helped her out of the backseat and gave her a scalding kiss as the driver pulled away. There was still some time before the show started.

“You brought me to a dive bar?” Gemma asked with a chuckle.

“No, but we are going in the dive bar,” you said, taking her hand and leading her towards the dimly lit place. The Bar was called The Money Pit and looked both on the inside and the outside like the owner, or multiple previous owners, had all found the name to fit the place - it was a little grimy and gave off a ‘someone tried to renovate me but the money just wasn't’ there’ vibes. The interior was as dimly lit as the exterior, dingey with mismatched bar stools and one old TV showing what you thought might have been an old NFL rerun. There were a few people scattered throughout the bar who looked about as put together as the place.

The only standout was a door in the back, framed with red drapes and leading to stairs lit with neon lights.

“John, love, I trust you,” Gemma said. “But what the fuck?”

You winked at her and led her to the bar, ordering a pair of Brambles from the tattooed lady behind the counter. She was efficient and clean, and you tipped her well for the fast service. Lifting your glass to Gemma, you looked her in the eye.

“I love you, love,” you said

“I love you too,” she replied, still looking around curiously and her eyes getting drawn to the mysterious stairs.

You both took a sip of your drinks, refreshing and fruity, and you slid your free hand over her hip as you stood close together. “Do you want to figure out the surprise right now, or do you want to hook up in a dive bar bathroom? Because I want you so fucking bad right now.”

Gemma took another sip of her drink, longer than before. “Finish that,” she said huskily, glancing at your glass. “Whatever comes next, I want you dripping out of me.”

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