The bass thumped through the walls as Jenna and Mia pushed through the heavy black door, laughing about the long cab ride and how they just wanted somewhere loud to forget their shitty weeks. They expected the usual mix of guys buying drinks and girls dancing in pairs. Instead the room hit them like a wall of perfume and sweat, every face female, every body pressed close. Women ground against each other under pulsing red lights, hands sliding under short skirts, mouths locked in hungry kisses.
Jenna froze first, eyes wide. Mias laugh died in her throat.
Fuck, Mia whispered. This is a lesbian club.
They stood there, two straight friends in tight jeans and low tops, suddenly the center of curious glances. A tall woman with short dark hair and a wicked smile caught their stare and raised her glass. Jenna felt heat crawl up her neck. Mias fingers tightened around her wrist.
We should leave, Jenna said, but her voice lacked conviction. Her nipples had already tightened against her thin bra.
A bartender slid two shots toward them. First-timers get these on the house. You look surprised.
They drank. The liquor burned, then spread warm and loose through their bellies. Mias cheeks flushed. Jenna couldnt stop watching two women on the dance floor, one behind the other, fingers disappearing beneath denim. The front womans mouth fell open in a silent moan.
Mia leaned in. We cant just stand here.
They moved toward the bar instead, ordering more drinks, trying to act casual. Every brush of a strangers body sent sparks up their arms. A blonde with full lips and a low-cut top sidled up to Mia.
New here? she asked, voice low and rough.
Mia nodded. The womans hand rested lightly on her hip. You two look good together. Ever kissed a girl?
Jennas pulse hammered. She watched the womans thumb stroke the waistband of Mias jeans. Mias breath came faster. Before Jenna could answer, the blonde leaned in and kissed Mia slow and deep. Mia didnt pull away. Her eyes fluttered shut. Jennas thighs clenched.
When the kiss broke, Mia turned to Jenna, lips shiny. Jenna
Jenna grabbed her friends hand and pulled her toward the back hallway where couples disappeared behind velvet curtains. They found an empty couch in a dim corner. The music muffled. Mias pupils were blown wide.
Im so fucking wet, Mia confessed, voice shaking. From watching. From that kiss.
Jennas own panties clung to her. She pushed Mia down onto the cushions and straddled her lap without thinking. Their mouths met hard, tongues sliding, teeth catching. Mias hands shoved under Jennas top, squeezing her breasts, thumbs circling tight nipples. Jenna moaned into the kiss, grinding down against Mias thigh.
A curtain rustled. Two other women watched from the shadows, touching each other while they stared. The voyeuristic heat only made Jenna wetter. She yanked Mias jeans open and slid her hand inside. Mia was soaked, clit swollen under her fingers. Jenna rubbed fast circles the way she liked on herself, and Mia bucked, gasping.
Fuck, right there. Dont stop.
Mias fingers found Jennas cunt through her jeans, pressing hard. They rocked together, frantic, the wet sounds barely covered by the music. Jenna came first, thighs shaking, forehead pressed to Mias. Mia followed seconds later, biting Jennas shoulder to muffle her cry.
They didnt stop. Mia shoved Jennas jeans down just far enough and buried her face between her legs, tongue lapping greedily at her soaked folds. Jenna held Mias hair and watched the other couple fucking against the wall, the sight pushing her over again. Mia sucked her clit and slid two fingers deep, curling them until Jennas vision blurred.
Later, still trembling, they pulled each other close on the couch. Sweat cooled on their skin. The club pulsed around them, full of women who had watched and smiled.
Mia laughed softly against Jennas neck. Were coming back next weekend.
Jenna kissed her again, slower this time, already aching for more. The surprise had cracked something open, and neither of them wanted it closed.
