Once upon a time in a bar not so far away....

The bar is crowded. It’s hot and the press of bodies makes it difficult to find a way to the bar. After pushing her way through, Eve sees her friend, who has despite the crowd managed to find not one, but two seats. She drops into it with a sigh, and hangs her bag on the nifty little handbag hook by her knee.

It’s been a long couple of days. Who thought entertaining business clients could be so exhausting? The last ones were back on the plane heading to who-cares-where and she and her friend have agreed to meet here to unwind. He was a lot of fun and good company, shame she felt so damn tired and really only wanted to go to bed.



The tequila he had ordered was waiting for her on the bar. She took a sip, savoring the smooth complex taste as well as the shock of strong alcohol as it ran over her tongue. They talked; talked about the visit, whether it was a success, what they could learn for next time; talked about the suit one of the guys had been wearing; talked about life, love, religion.

She drank two more tequilas and her tiredness started fall away. The conversation invigorated her, as usual, and now she was ready for some dancing. The bar had thinned out some, over the past hour or so, but there was still a good crowd of people. The band had set up and was now warming up. They had chosen this bar specifically for the live music. He loved to play and she loved to dance.

When the band launched into a lively and gratifyingly decent rendition of “Can’t Get No Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones, the crowd spilled onto the dance floor, getting right down to business. One song led smoothly into another, an interesting mix of rock, Latin and pop music.
As the evening progressed, they danced, drank and had something to eat. She watched him pick chicken off the bone, and wondered if he would be going back to his own apartment tonight of he planned to stay over with her again. It had been interesting and fun and stimulating getting to know him more this past week.

He leaned over and asked, “Have you noticed the women talking over there?” he inclined his head indicating a group of four women on the far side of the dance floor. They seemed to be involved in a passionate discussion. A few had their coats on. Eve deduced that some wanted to leave and others wanted to stay.

She nodded. She had noticed one of them in particular earlier on in the evening; an African American woman, perhaps 5 foot 7 or so. About the same height she was. This woman danced beautifully, moving with a sensual grace that made Eve think of sex. Since her friend had planted the idea of a woman/woman experience in her mind, Eve had been looking at women differently; flirting a little here and there, gauging reactions; imagining….

This woman had made eye contact with Eve more times than was strictly necessary and had held Eve’s gaze for longer than was polite. Eve was fairly sure the woman was flirting with her across the bar.

“What do you think of them?”

Eve contemplated her answer, “She is beautiful.” she said pointing to the African American woman.

“Yes she is.” Her friend replied, narrowing his eyes, “Do you think you should be pointing quite so obviously?”

“Why not?” Eve shrugged and gave a little wave. The woman returned it with a smile. She turned to her friends, said something to them, and then made her way to the bar.

“Hi, my friend and I would like to buy you a drink.”

The friend looked vaguely amused by Eve’s forwardness, and stood up to allow the woman to sit. Introductions were made, hands were shaken, and more drinks were ordered. Corrine was born and raised in a small local suburb, but had traveled the world, spending months in Europe, South America and Australia. She had a softness about her which was belied by her forthright mannerism and the strength of character it must have taken to travel alone for so long. Eve let her eyes wander as the woman talked, she had braided hair pulled back into a curly ponytail, soft lips, big full breasts, a narrow waist and round hips and ass. Eve had been slightly transfixed by this woman’s hips and ass while she danced.

The band switched to another song with a strong Latin beat. “Would you like to dance?”
Corrine nodded and followed Eve onto the dance floor. The friend sat back to watch the two women dance. They moved naturally into a rhythm, holding hands and stepping into a salsa dance step together. They swayed their hips in unison, stepping forward and back, he couldn’t figure out which one was taking the lead, but he didn’t care. As they danced, they got closer and closer. Eventually the light was blocked from between them as their bodies touched, becoming one silhouette in front of the light.

Eve’s heart rate was climbing steadily. The dancing was fun, but having this woman pressed up against her was making it hard to breathe. Being the same height, their breasts touched, each was able to feel the other’s nipples harden. They moved together, breast to breast, hip to hip.

Their mouths only inches from touching in a kiss.

Too soon the song was over. The women returned to the bar where Eve’s friend had ordered another round of drinks. He made eye contact with Eve and winked. She couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. She imagined half the men in the bar were half-staff right about now. Her panties were wet. This gave her an idea. Excusing herself, she left Corrine in the capable hands of her friend and went into the bathroom. She applied a little more lipstick, fluffed her hair, dabbed a little perfume on her wrists and took off her panties.

Returning to the bar, she slipped her panties into her friend’s pocket. Corrine gave a grin, excused herself and when she returned she did the same thing. Eve’s friend had two good-looking women’s undies in his pocket. Eve could only imagine what he was feeling. When she had slipped her panties into his pocket she had let her fingers wander, exploring his erection. Corrine had done the same. She doubted there was much blood left in her friend’s brain.

Corrine took Eve’s hand, dragging her back out onto the dance floor. The music had an energetic beat, Eve and Corrine danced again, close together, how a man would dance with his woman; touching, grinding, spinning, swaying. It was all good. Eve’s short dress showed off a lot of long leg, Corrine’s low cut shirt showed off a lot of boob.

The friend watched as Corrine slid her leg between Eve’s, imagining Corrine’s thigh gliding over the soft skin of eve’s inner thigh. He has spent some time between Eve’s thighs this past week, and he knew full well the delights of her garden. If the biblical Eve had looked anything like his Eve, Adam hadn’t stood a chance.

Knowing Eve was without underwear added a whole level of excitement. The dance simulated sex, but without underwear it was sex. Eve and Corrine were engaged in very public foreplay.

Almost on cue, the band slowed the song to little more than a whisper. Two men walked over to the women, and asked them to dance. Half off his seat, he realized his they-are-mine- keep-your-hands-off reaction might be a little irrational. Neither woman was his. Regardless, he was relieved to see the men politely but firmly refused. He sat back down, although his erection made it difficult, he shifted trying for a more comfortable position but gave up. He’d be comfortable after he came.

Where would he come? The options were endless, inside Eve or Corrine? Pussy or mouth? What position? Would he be fucking Eve from behind as she went down of Corrine? Would one be riding his dick while the other sat on his face? That idea appealed to him. None of these thoughts were making it more comfortable to sit down.

The dance ended and to his relief the women returned to the bar. He wasn’t sure how much more foreplay he could take.

“Would you like to come back to my apartment?” Eve asked.

Corrine smiled, she had a beautiful smile; devilish and innocent at the same time. The friend wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew.

Eve settled the bill, and they left. Walking through the bar with these women, one on each arm, he was convinced every man in the place was silently cursing him for his luck.

Back in Eve’s apartment, she closed the bedroom door firmly behind them.

“Well…” she smiled hesitantly. Her friend knew she wanted this but wasn’t sure what would happen next. With a deep breath Eve crossed the room and kissed Corrine on the lips.

Apparently Eve was taking the direct approach.

That left him at a loose end. Not sure what to do, the friend picked up his camera and started snapping pictures. He captured the look on each woman’s face as the kiss became more passionate. He captured Eve’s hands lifting Corrine’s t-shirt up over her head, revealing Corrine’s full breasts, barely contained by her bra. Eve ran her hands over the swell of Corrine’s breasts, rubbing her thumb across her nipples. Even as they kissed, the friend could hear Corrine moan into Eve’s mouth.

He wasn’t sure how it happened but suddenly Corrine’s breasts were free, falling into Eve’s hands. Eve broke the kiss, stooped and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Corrine’s head fell back as she arched her back, offering up more to Eve.

Eve’s tongue circled Corrine’s nipple, drawing it into her mouth. The feeling of it puckering on Eve’s tongue was as satisfying as she had imagined it to be. Having decided just to go for it, she now wanted to try everything. She wanted to touch and kiss Corrine all over. She wanted her friend to watch her. She wanted to make Corrine come.

She undressed Corrine, stopping every now and again to suckled her nipples, or kiss her deeply or stoke her body. She put her hand between Corrine’s legs to play with her clitoris. Corrine sagged against the wall.

All the while her friend continued to take pictures, albeit one handed as his other hand was down his pants. He stroked himself as he watched Eve strip Corrine and then lay her on the bed. Eve loved the idea of her friend watching her.

Corrine was truly lovely; Eve looked at her, drinking in all the details. Then she pulled off her dress and stood in her lace bra and boots and stockings beside the bed.

She was about to get onto the bed when her friend said, “Stop! I need to take some pictures.”
He has already taken more than a few of Eve; Eve laughing at dinner; Eve in the giving her presentation; Eve in the shower; Eve with her legs spread playing with herself… but this Eve was another Eve altogether and he needed to capture her too. He took photo after photo, as Eve crawled up onto the bed and lay next to her companion; her pale skin a sharp contrast to Corrine’s dark chocolate. She propped herself up on one elbow and slowly ran her hand over Corrine’s body. She caressed Corrine’s breasts, thighs, stomach, neck, face, her hand dipped between her legs before continuing to wander, touching, stroking every inch of Corrine’s lush body.

Watching the women from behind the lens was strangely detached from the action but also highly erotic. The voyeur. The friend was thoroughly aroused and finding it more and more difficult to focus the camera. Eve looked up at him, and beckoned him to the edge of the bed.

Corrine began to play with herself as Eve took the camera from her friend and began to undress him. She knelt on the bed, took off his shirt. She kissed him briefly on the lips, not wanting to obstruct his view of Corrine, and kissed down his neck, across his chest, stopping at his nipples to flick them with her tongue. She kissed and licked down his stomach, when she reached his pants, she dropped them to the floor with an efficient sensuality. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side.

Corrine had turned herself on so much she was moaning on the bed, her hand clasped tightly between her thighs. The friend kissed Eve as he knelt on the bed. Then he gently pressed open Corrine’s knees. For a second Eve’s eyes locked on his, before her blond head disappeared between Corrine’s thighs. He could tell when her lips made contact with Corrine’s pussy as Corrine immediately arched her back, letting out another low moan.

The friend kissed Corrine on the lips, touching her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. She writhed on the bed. Eve looked up at her friend; he could see the smile in her eyes. This was a fantasy come true for her. It was a fantasy come true for him too.

Eve flipped onto her back and indicated Corrine should kneel on all fours over her face. Eve began licking Corrine’s pussy again; Corrine’s eyes closed as she bit her lower lip, her hips moving in little circles. Eve licked the inner lips of Corrine’s pussy and sucked her clit into her mouth; she tasted clean and smelled like soap. Corrine’s juicy pussy pushing down on her mouth was a thrill she had never experienced. She pushed her tongue into Corrine and was gratified to hear her gasp in pleasure.

The next sound she heard was her friends sigh and she knew Corrine was blowing him. This was fucking fantastic. She was performing oral sex on her woman while her woman serviced her man. The idea was highly erotic. She wondered how Corrine’s blow job would differ from hers. From the sounds her friend was making, he wasn’t complaining. From what she could hear, Corrine already had him on the edge. Eve wanted Corrine to make her friend come.

She wanted to make Corrine come; she wanted to have a woman come in her mouth, as her friend came in Corrine’s mouth. She licked and sucked and probed with her tongue until Corrine bucked and ground her hips down. When Corrine came, her juices thickened and flowed more freely, dribbling down Eve’s chin. Eve lapped it all up; completely happy she had satisfied her first woman.

At the same time, Eve could hear her friend reaching his orgasm too. He always made a particular sound before he came. She knew from experience he tasted good, sweet and salty and delicious and imagined what it had felt like when he exploded in Corrine’s mouth. Corrine swallowed her friend’s cum as she swallowed Corrine’s.

Corrine rolled over, ending up on her back. Eve rolled with her, coming to rest alongside Corrine on the bed and looked up at her friend leaning on the head board. His eyes were closed and he had a very satisfied smile on his face. Eve pulled herself up the bed to kiss Corrine. The taste of her friend and Corrine mingled in her mouth, a sweet combination.

“Thank you.” She whispered to Corrine.

Corrine laughed, “It was my pleasure.” She opened an eye and nodded up at their friend. “We’ll give him a couple of minutes to recover and then it will be your turn.”

The friend wriggled down between them, “I just need a minute and then we can start again.” He settled himself between the two women, one old friend and one new, and drifted off to sleep wondering what new delights would be waiting for him when he awoke.