She walked up to me in the club and grabbed me by the collar before pulling me close to her. Our faces were almost touching as she looked me dead in the eyes. I could smell a mixture of her sweat and vanilla perfume. Her breathe smelled of tobacco and cinnamon.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight,” she said rather matter-of-factly. “But first, you’re going to dance with me.”
Our lips were almost touching and I turned my head sideways just a bit anticipating her next move. The leather cuffs of her jacket felt exquisite on my neck. The smell of leather has always been my kryptonite and as the scent wafted into my nostrils, they flaired and began to slip away.
I was snapped out my trance when her lips brushed against mine. Her tongue was soft and warm against my lips. I opened my mouth as she took the lead and soon her tongue was exploring my mouth. My cock grew stiff in my jeans and was at the most uncomfortable angle ever. I tried in vain to reach down and nonchalantly adjust myself, but when I felt her hand on mine, she bit my lip and then grinned once she let go.
The next thing I knew I was being dragged to the dance floor. Her short, black, spikey hair and black lipstick and eyeliner made her look like a comic book character come to life. We spent the next two hours bouncing around the dance floor never once taking a break. The heavy beat of the baseline spoke to her and her moves were as seductive as any I had ever seen. So many times she’d give me that “Come hither, boy” look and wrap her arms around my neck before blowing me a kiss and pulling away.
My head was spinning as the night wore on, and I was in serious need of refreshment. It was as if she could read my mind as she took my hand and led me off the dance floor and out into the parking lot. She led me to her car, a beat up old Pontiac, older than either her or I. I had offered to drive or follow her somewhere, but she pushed me up against her car and shut me up with a hungry, passionate kiss. Our tongues dueled as she pressed her crotch against mine. She let out a sexy moan that made my knees go weak when she felt my erection press back against her.
“Go around and get in,” she said. “Your car will be safe here.”
I did as she said and minutes later we pulled out of the parking lot and onto a dark and lonely street. The drive didn’t take long and I stared at her profile as she lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. She rolled down her window and let it out, blowing smoke into the cool night air. I laughed and told her, “I haven’t seen window cranks on a car door in over twenty years.”
She turned to me and grinned but didn’t say a word. She continued driving and a couple of minutes later she pulled into the driveway of a 1950s-style bungalow cottage and parked behind a newer Jeep.
“It looks like my girlfriend, Sue is home. Are you up for a rodeo tonight, Cowboy?” She teased.
I was too dumbfounded to speak as she took my hand and led me to the front door before crushing out her cigarette on the rail and kissing me once again. She broke the kiss and opened the door leading me inside. I immediately cast my gaze to the floor at the site of a beautiful, skinny red head sitting on the sofa wearing only a tee-shirt and thong while eating a bowl of Cheerios.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” Sue said as she set her Cheerios on the coffee table and stood up to greet us. She made our way to us and kissed her girlfriend full on the lips and wrapped her leg around the other’s as if I wasn’t there. And then she pulled away and drew the back of her wrist along my jawline and teasingly said, “I’m Sue, it’s nice to meet you. I see you met my girlfriend, The Club Slut.” And then she placed both hands on each side of my face and kissed me just like she did her lover.
My mind was racing when she pulled away and each girl took one of my hands and lead me down the hall. I will never forget, nor will I ever be able to top the experience of making love to Jenn and Sue all night long. The next morning Sue made pankcakes and bacon before Jenn took me back to get my car. She kissed me goodbye as I climbed out of her car and I watched as she drove away. I went back to my hotel and showered, changed, and packed. I had just enough time to drop off the car at the airport before my flight home.
Many years have passed since that fateful night. It still makes me smile when I think of Jenn’s soft and tender lips and Sue’s succulent inverted nipples. Sometimes, late at night when I can’t sleep, my mind drifts back to a warm summer night and I wonder if it was only just a dream.