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The One
A Femme POV
I wasn’t here to be a sweet and flirty femme. I came tonight with completely different reasons than normal. I wanted to drink, dance, and hopefully get properly fucked. I was working on the first as I downed a shot of Patron and asked the bartender for a beer. Normally, in a good mood, I would have some fruity cocktail in my hand. Lazily stirring it while scanning the crowd for potential dance partners and playfully taking draws from the straw in a preview of what I wanted to do to them. Not tonight, I’m so far from that. I wrapped my lips around the bottle of my beer and tipped it back in a very not-so-femme move. I strutted past my fellow femmes in waiting getting a few dirty looks on the way.
No worries girls I won’t spoil your fun, I’m taking my rain cloud as far away from your sunshine as I can. I grabbed a spot at a tall table, throwing my riding jacket on the stool. Sitting wasn’t an option. This pent up frustration and rage in me wouldn’t let me sit still. As I tried to enjoy the beer in my hands, I couldn’t help but think of the reasons that brought me to this point; lies, betrayal, abuse, and the collapse of everything I knew. “Fuck me” I had to clear my head before I ended up in a fight instead of getting off at some point. Meditation supposedly works wonders so I took a deep breath, clearing my thoughts and focusing on the music. The dj must be doing something right because instinctively my hips began to roll in either direction. Fulfilling my second need, I headed to the dance floor. Looking straight ahead as I made my way through the crowd, I wasn’t in the mood to notice if any of the local butches followed me. Maybe it was the thigh high biker heels that were slightly intimidating, or the fact that my aura screams “enter at your own risk”. I picked a spot on the floor and closed my eyes to shut the world out. With my feet grounded to the floor I started swaying my hips to the beat slowly. As I let go of my thoughts my movements go deeper. Dancing for me rather than for those around me was almost freeing. It’s funny, Shakira had one thing right, hips don’t lie because mine were screaming with need. The way my whole body rolled to the music was like a sirens call for those up for a challenge. Apparently, I didn’t scare everyone off because I felt my personal space shrink from every direction. I opened my eyes to be surrounded by young dapper butches, and all I could do was sigh. They were all too nice for what I needed. They would want more from me than I could give. I didn’t want to talk or pretend any of this would lead to anything long term. Hell, I didn’t even want a name just a cock to fill the void and send my mind into oblivion for as long as she could keep me there.
As I scanned around me I noticed a glimmer of light reflecting off a pair of aviators looking straight at me. Being truly looked at by someone sent shivers over my entire body. She was the most promising female all night, now I was dancing with a purpose. I picked the random butch behind me to grind my hips into and wrapped my hands up and around her neck. She reacted like she won the lottery but The One didn’t seem fazed, her stare was unwavering. As the random butch started to think she might have a chance I spun around giving her a small shove in the other direction and moved quickly to find the next in line. I bent over and dropped my hips, popping them back up against the next girl. Those around me only became props to seduce the one person who could be capable of giving me the last thing on my list. I danced with and rejected everyone who came near me. Until, out of nowhere, The One was standing in front of me just daring me to try and reject her. She slowly snaked a hand around my waist settling at the small of my back, pulling me closer to her. One of her legs nudged mine apart to let her in, leaving no doubt of what she was packing under her tight ass jeans. My hands seems to have a mind of their own wanting to explore what was in front of me, trailing a searing touch up her biceps, then shoulders, ending up around her neck pulling us together. Running a free hand up my thigh she pushed my cut off skirt further up so we became melded in thighs, hips, chests, and arms. The ebb and flow of our movements were seamlessly together. With her lips just inches away I longed to know what it would be like to kiss them. As if she could read my thoughts or merely noticed my gaze was focused on her lips, she leaned in to barely brush them against mine, just to tease me. If there was anyone else in the club I completely forgot, I was to the point of not caring if she decided to take me right there. Grinding to the music only hinted at the possibilities and almost palpable electricity sent quakes through me. Trying to make it through another song may drive me to insanity.
Without warning she broke all physical contact and walked off the dance floor. I was shocked as hell, did I just get rejected? “Fuck You Then!!!” I whirled around stomped back to the table to grab my shit. Somehow I was even more pissed and sexually frustrated than before I walked in. Fuck this, being on my bike would make me feel better in a heartbeat. Throwing on my riding jacket I busted open the back door which led to the alley. I looked up to find The One sitting on my bike. Now, this was crossing a line and it looked like I was going to end up in a fight after all. “Get your fucking ass off!” She stood seemingly unaffected and almost bored by the fury coming at her “Move” She silenced me with a forceful kiss that may have worked on me earlier but I just pulled back and slapped her face. Her only answer was to push me up against the brick wall and do it again. All I could do was growl and yell and beat against her chest which actually made her laugh. Pinning my hands against the wall she just waited till my fury came to a simmer. “Ya done now?” “No!” “Good” One of her hands restrained my fists while the other pulled the collar of my shirt down past my breasts. Both were already half exposed from the failed attempt to fight her off, she went ahead and took the liberty of helping them spill out of their cups. Seizing one of the erect nipples in her mouth she suckled and twirled her tongue around it until she felt all of the fight leave my body as I began to lean into her. No longer seeing me as a threat to her, she let go, using her newly free hand to cup my other neglected breast. Seeing as I didn’t get to fully enjoy the lips I’d been craving since she first appeared in front of me, I gripped her collared shirt and yanked her up to meet mine. Hunger would be the best word to describe the exploration of our lips and tongues. Her hand made the short distance from the bottom of my skirt and up while I wrapped a leg around her to give her better access. I gasped against her mouth as her fingers rhythmically pumping in and out in time to the distant music. Trying to hold back the climax that was building was futile. The combination of her intoxicating kiss, the feel of the night air rushing past my exposed flesh, and expert rhythm to her fingers quickly sent me over the edge. Digging my nails into her back, all I could do was ride waves of ecstasy.
My euphoric state obliterated any thought other than what could possibly come next. I couldn’t resist sneaking a hand down between her thighs to tempt her cock out of her jeans. She didn’t stop me as I kneeled and began to tease the tip with lazy laps of my tongue. Looking up I wanted to make sure I had her undivided attention as I took all of her into my mouth. It must have had the desired affect I wanted because she had to brace a hand against the wall. I took my time at first with slow and deliberate stokes, moving my hands over her lower body. As the intensity grew I used the grip on her backside to stabilize her hips. I couldn’t hide my disappointment as she pulled me up and had me face the wall. I looked over my shoulder and could tell she was finding it hard to keep her control. “I wasn’t done with you” Completely ignoring my enjoyment of her frazzled demeanor, she whispered in my ear, “You’re going to want to brace yourself.” I placed both hands in front of me and spread my feet apart, waiting in anticipation. Her cock found the entrance to my asshole with some resistance. She used every ounce of self-control to make sure I was comfortable with the girth of her. My breath caught in my throat at the fullness I hadn’t experienced before. My body took over with small rocking movements to let her know it was okay to go further. Holding one hand on top of mine she reached the other around to dip her fingers into my wet cunt, moving them in time with her cock. The sensory overload of all of her in every part of me was overwhelming to say the least. Using the wall as a brace I instinctively pushed against the force of her hips gyrating into my backside. Our writhing bodies were desperately seeking a release. The sounds of our breathless moans and climaxing screams ricocheted off of the bricks, floating away to blend with the sounds of the city. Somehow, she was The One thing I needed that night. Maybe I was what she needed as well….