Well here I am, sitting here alone on another Saturday night, pondering on why I can’t meet any women. I start to think dumb as questions like “Am I ugly?” Am I sending out the right signals?” What the fuck is going on?” I then realize that if I spend another minute in this fuckin house, I’m going to end up depressing myself and crying myself to sleep, so I decide to get up, get dressed, and get the hell out of the house.

After I showered, put on my favorite fragrance (Passionate Kisses), and got dressed, I headed out alone (yes, alone) to this spot called “The Mixx.” It has a mixture of both boys and girls, and it’s always jumping on a Saturday night. When I first walked in, the first thing that hits me is the heat from all the bodies packed in like sardines.

I then made my way to the bar and ordered a bottle of water (which took about ten minutes) and walked around the joint to see what I could see. A couple of cuties caught my eye, but nothing that made my clit throb. After wondering around, I found a spot that had a nice breeze from the door being open, and posted up. This spot had a good view of the dance floor, so I was content with sipping on my water and taking in the scenery.

All of a sudden, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look behind me, and a sexy, caramel colored sista tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear. She said, "I hope this is not too forward, but my friend and I was wondering if you were a clam or a squid." Me being new to this Lesbian thing, I had no idea what she was talking about. When I asked her what it meant, she then stated that she wanted to know if my clit was hidden, or did it stick out. I then replied, "My clit is not hard to find, if that's what you're asking." I then turned around to admire the ladies who were dancing in front of me, when I suddenly felt her blowing softly on the back of my neck. "Don't do that," was the response that came out, but "I want more" was the thought that was going through my mind.

I went back to looking at the women on the dance floor grinding against each other when all of a sudden, the woman behind me grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head back and bit me softly on my ear. “That’s the last straw,” I though to myself. I then grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear, “Follow me.” The two of us pushed and probed our way through the crowd and made our way to the bathroom (surprisingly, there wasn’t a line). Once we reached the last stall (you know, the big one), I pulled her in and locked the stall door. “You have been teasing me all night, and now I’m soaking wet between my legs. What are you going to do about it?” was the question that I posed to her. She looked me dead in my eyes, unzipped my pants, placed her hands inside of them, and started to massage my clit. All I could manage to say at this point was OH, MY!

At this point I had to lean back against the wall and grab hold of the bar in the stall. Hell, I thought we were just going to kiss and make out a little, I didn’t know all of this was going to go down. Me being the woman that I am (cause I ain’t no punk), took her head in my hand, pulled her close, and kissed her hard, caressing my tongue with her own. She then removed her hand from my clit, pulled my pants down (panties and all), and replaced her hand with her tongue. By this time, I’m biting my lip to keep my moans to a minimum as her tongue works its way slowly around my clit. Her pace then starts to quicken and I then start to grip the rail, holding on for dear life. She then senses my orgasm building, so she then slid two fingers inside of my wet pussy and worked them in and out at a fast pace. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and since I had to be quiet, by body shook at the force of my orgasm. She then removed her fingers from my body and put them to my lips. I then removed all of my juices from those two fingers and kissed her deeply one last time. She then pulled my pants up, zipped them and said, “How was that?” Once again, all I could say was Oh, My.

We then walked out of the stall, freshened up a bit, and walked out of the bathroom like nothing happened. I walked a couple of feet, looked back, and the woman who just made me cum was no longer behind me. “Dayum,” I thought to myself, “I didn’t even get her name.”

The End

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