Friday Night

by Katherine-T

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Cory dresses for the hunt. She's hot and she wants action
tonight. Black denim, black silk blouse, silver rings, dark hair
slicked back. The face is pale, almost deadly enough to make a
femme tremble. Cory wants them wetting their pants when she walks
into the bar. She wants a slender blonde with pink nipples and a
pale white ass. As she imagines the blonde, she grabs the black
denim covering her crotch, squeezes her dick and pumps her hips.
Fuck, I need it, Cory thinks. She needs a girl.

She has the car stereo blasting some crazy bass beat as she pulls
onto the gravel in front of Mama J's. A dozen cars and bikes out
front, two groups of dykes sucking in some fresh air. Cory cuts
the stereo and climbs out.

"Hey, Cory."

Cory waves and keeps walking. "How's it going?"

"Same old shit," the biggest girl says.

The other girls laugh. Music rocks out of the small building. The
neon sign on the roof blinks and looks ready to collapse.

Cory pushes at the front door of Mama J's and enters her world.

                          *     *     *

The place has a bar, a dance floor, a couple of pool tables in an
adjoining room, and fifty women of all sizes and shapes dripping
sweat and smelling of sweat and perfume and pussy juice. There's
hardly any light, and it's not easy to see who's there and who
isn't. Cory isn't interested in anyone she knows anyway, she
wants someone new, something fresh. But she thinks she probably
won't find it because maybe she's run through all the dykes in
the county. Nothing left except women in the closet who never
step into a place like this. Not here. Not on Friday night. But
she looks anyway, checks out the women on the dance floor, the
gyrating bodies, then the women at the bar, then the butches
hanging over the pool tables in the other room.

"Cory, lover, why don't you say hello to me?"

Cory turns. A redhead with big tits and dangling bracelets.
What's her name? Ruthie? No, it's Ramona. Cory remembers two fat
nipples.

"Hello, Ramona."

The redhead beams, pleased that Cory remembers her name. "Let's
dance."

"No, I'm looking for someone."

Ramona pouts and swirls the drink in her hand. "Well, if you
don't find her, I'll be here."

Cory nods and moves on. Once around the dance floor, then back to
the bar. She's about to order a beer when she sees a blonde
coming out of the corridor that leads to the restrooms and the
kitchen. Tall slender blonde in tight pants and a white sweater.
Lipstick dyke sporting a ponytail, tiny tits, and a round tight
ass. Is she new? Is it possible? Cory decides she's never seen
this one before. Pretty girl, isn't she? Maybe from the state
college in Colfax. Hoowee, Cory thinks; it's Friday night. She
heads straight for the girl, touches her elbow, then bends her
head to sniff at the girl's neck. "I'd like to eat your ass,"
Cory says in a low voice. "But if you're too bashful for that,
I'll buy you a drink."

                          *     *     *

The girl's name is Susan, a new transfer to the state college, in
Mama J's with two friends now banging hips on the dance floor.
Susan says she's not interested in going anywhere with anyone.
She studies Cory's face, looks at Cory up and down with evident
interest in her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere," Susan says again.

"You're bashful," Cory says.

Susan blushes. "No I'm not."

"You have a car?"

"No, my friends drove me."

"You can crash at my place tonight and I'll drive you back
tomorrow."

"No, I won't."

"Let's dance. You dance, don't you?"

Cory leads her to the dance floor. Twenty minutes later, Susan
tells her friends she's leaving and she hangs on Cory's arm as
they exit Mama J's. Friday night, Cory thinks. She slides her
hand down to cup Susan's ass through the tight jeans.

                          *     *     *

"Why am I here?" Susan says. She lies sprawled on Cory's sofa,
the flickering candlight casting shadows on her face and torso.
They are both still fully dressed, listening to a flamenco piece,
Cory flat on her back on the rug at the foot of the sofa. "I
don't know why I'm here," Susan says. "Maybe you're dangerous."

Cory chuckles. "Do I look dangerous?"

"Maybe you do."

"How long have you been out?"

"Two years."

"And what have you done?"

"What do you mean what have I done?"

"You're a baby dyke."

"I don't like that, I'm going home."

"You'll go home tomorrow. Right now get those jeans off and sit
on my face."

"God, you're so unromantic."

"You didn't come here for romance, did you?"

"No, I guess not."

"Come on, get on my face."

                          *     *     *

Susan is now naked from the waist down, everything below her
waist stripped away, kneeling over Cory, facing Cory's feet as
she squats over Cory's face. Shaved blonde pussy dripping honey.
Cory slides her hands over the pale ass and pulls the girl's hips
down until she has her nose settled in the crack between Susan's
buttocks.

This is what Susan wants, the reason Susan is here. Tell a pretty
young femme like this one that you're going to eat her ass, and
if she believes you the probability is she will start shaking
with anticipation even if one part of her mind says no. Since
they want to try everything, what you do is open the door for
them. Cory knows. She's had so many pretty asses on her face,
she's lost count, all the asses merged into one huge munch, her
nose and mouth in there, the cheeks pressing on each side of
face, the faint smell of perfume and piss, the cunt leaking as
she works her tongue into the pliant ass. This one has had it
before; this blonde knows how to settle her ass on a face, how to
move her buttocks around without seeming too greedy.

Cory pinches the girl's hips and Susan squirms. "Eat my ass,"
Susan says.

Cory laughs into the steaming crack. Baby dyke is not so baby.
What are they teaching them in college these days? Cory growls as
Susan leans forward to rub Cory's cock through the black denim.

"You're not going to fuck me," Susan says. "Not with this
monster."

                          *     *     *

In the morning, after a full night of sucking and fucking, Cory
drives her to the college, to the red brick dorm with ivy on the
walls. "I had a nice time," Susan says. She kisses Cory's cheek
and then climbs out of the car. Cory smiles and waves, turns the
car around and heads for the highway. Silly pussy, Cory thinks.
Pretty ass and silly pussy. Fuck, she'll never see that one
again, what a bore. She wonders if she ought to move somewhere
else. Maybe to the city. She guns the car up the highway ramp and
checks the gauge to make sure she has enough gas to get home.

                             End