WHAT DO YOU WANT, ALYSSA?
By Ciad
PART 1
It was in January, the night was cold and every breath turned
into a big white cloud of mist. Even if the temperature was
freezing the queue outside the nightclub was long. Somewhere
in the middle Marc and Scott was trying to keep warm while
waiting for their turn.
"Damn! I wish I was more wasted!" Scott mumbled.
"Umhm," Marc replied. "And have the guards refusing
you?"
"Ah, well... I meant this freezing cold..."
"Yeah I know."
"I guess I'd rater freeze like a dog and get in," Scott
finally sighed.
Almost a quarter of an hour later it was finally their
turn to be let into the warmth. They both smiled as they
stepped inside. It was not just the higher temperature of the
club that made them smile though. They looked around and
wherever the looked there was fresh, sweet opportunities just
waiting to be taken advantage of.
Marc handed over his jacket to the checkroom attendant
and as he entered the actual nightclub he mentally rubbed his
hands.
"Check her out," he mumbled and nodded at a tall girl
with dark hair, sitting alone by the bar counter.
"She looks like the kind of woman that eat guys like you
for breakfast," Scott joked.
"She can eat me anytime," Marc replied and started
towards the woman.
Jamie was leaning against the bathroom wall with a beer in her
hand. She frowned when once again a wisp of her copper hair,
escaped from the knot in the back of her head, fell down the
sides of her face and seemed to want to get into her eyes.
She placed the rebellious lock behind her ear, not wanting to
remake her hairdo again. She was eager to finish in here and
get back out.
Alyssa was standing in front of the mirror. She was
something of an opposite of her friend. She was short, and
her straight hair was flowing freely down the sides and back
of her head, reaching past her shoulders, almost to half her
back. Her blue eyes would usually only flash quickly at
anyone that watched her before she lowered them again. She
leaned closer to the bathroom mirror, then sighed and glanced
at Jamie beside her.
"My eyeliner is all fucked up," she mumbled.
"As if any of the horny guys here will notice?" Jamie
replied and took a sip of her beer.
Alyssa frowned.
"So, you were saying?" Jamie prodded Alyssa.
"Well, ever since Thomas and I broke up..."
"Yes?" Jamie asked when Alyssa fell silent.
"I've been feeling..."
"Horny?"
"Jamie!" Alyssa cried. "I was going to say... empty."
"That's just a nice way of saying you're horny... you
need someone to 'fill' your emptiness girl."
"My god!" Alyssa's light blue eyes grew wide with shock.
"I do NOT need ... that!"
Jamie smiled.
Marc was smiling at Janice, the tall woman by the counter.
"It's been nice talking to you," he said and got up.
"But I've left my friend alone long enough."
"It was nice talking to you too," Janice smiled back.
"Do you have e-mail?" Marc asked and when Janice nodded
he picked out a notebook and a pencil. "Write it down..." he
said and placed the notebook on the counter in front of her.
"Why?" Janice smiled.
"So that I can send you eleven emails a day, of course."
"Uhum?"
"Trust me," Marc said. "It's gonna be okay."
Janice picked up the pencil and gave Marc another glance
before she started writing.
"Write your number too," Marc added while catching the
attention of the bartender.
Janice gave him another glance and he smiled at her.
"I'm telling you, don't worry... You know, with that kind of
jumpy attitude you should be happy any guy talks to you..."
At this Janice laughed, she had been approached by almost
half a dozen guys the hour she'd been in the club. She wrote
down her phone number under her mail address.
"Thanks," Marc smiled at Janice before turning to the
bartender.
Jamie pushed a wisp of hair out of her face and looked at
Alyssa who was leaning closely to the mirror trying to mend
her eyeliner. She stared down at the toilet with a frown.
She had to pee. She tore off several lengths of toilet paper
and wiped the seat.
Finally she straightened her back. Was Alyssa watching
her? It seemed as if Alyssa had twisted her eyes back into
the mirror with a start but the movement was so small Jamie
could not be sure. She smiled into the mirror and into her
girlfriend's eyes while she pulled up her tight mini skirt
around her waist and started to push down her black lace
panties.
When Jamie's crotch was bared, Alyssa's eyes grew wide.
Her gaze stuck between Jamie's legs, then darted back at the
mirror as Jamie sat down on the toilet.
"What?" Jamie suddenly asked as she caught Alyssa's
glances. A small smile was playing in the corners of her
mouth.
"You're shaved?" Alyssa asked breathlessly.
Jamie parted her legs and looked down at her hairless
mound.
"Yeah..." She caressed herself, making Alyssa swallow.
"You like it?"
"It... it looks... isn't that prickly?"
"No," Jamie slowly smiled. "Wanna feel it?" she added
with a sly grin.
"Jamie!" Alyssa gasped and turned back to the mirror.
Jamie couldn't wipe her grin off her face even after they
had left the restroom and headed for the bar.
"What?" Alyssa yelled over the loud music.
"You're a prude," Jamie replied with a grin and started
working her way through the mass of people standing in front
of the counter.
Alyssa frowned at her girlfriend's back and started to
follow her. What gave Jamie the right to call her a prude?
She decided to ask Jamie what she meant when she was suddenly
squeezed between two large guys. Alyssa ruthlessly pushed her
elbow into the side of one of the guys - Scott. He twitched
and turned to her.
"Sorry," Alyssa smiled and continued, but she was stopped
when Scott took her by her arm.
"Listen," he said, dead calm expression on his face.
"Either you warn me in advance or at least try to grope me
gently next time?"
"Grope you?" Alyssa gasped.
"Yeah," he added. "Just pretend as if nothing happened.
I know why you're trying to reach the counter."
"Alcohol?"
"Well, all the guys are here... I bet you're groping
every one of them!"
"You wish!" Alyssa frowned at him.
"I wish?" Scott replied without blinking. "I wish that
women wouldn't take advantage of me as soon as I turn my back
at them."
"Poor little baby, are the women bad with you?" Alyssa
laughed.
"Don't belittle me," Scott warned and with one glance
from her head to toe he sighed and left.
Alyssa stared after him until Jamie returned from the
counter with two drinks in her hands.
"What was that about?" she asked and peered after Scott.
"An asshole," Alyssa replied and took her drink.
"Cute one too," Jamie said as they headed for a still
empty table.
"Maybe, but way too conceited for my taste."
"You're such a prude!"
"Don't say that!"
Jamie laughed and met her eyes for another couple of
seconds before she turned facing the room. "So, where are the
cuties?"
"There's one?" Alyssa said and nodded in the direction of
a tall, well-built man with a ponytail.
"I'd love to see him curing your emptiness," Jamie
grinned.
"I can imagine. I'd probably had to lock the door to
keep you out of the bed... bedroom."
"Would you?"
"Lock the door?" Alyssa asked.
"Keep me out of the bed?"
Alyssa swallowed, but before she had a chance to answer
someone appeared by the table. Both girls looked up. A tall
guy, with blonde short hair, somewhat drunk, was looking down
at them. He leaned on the table, looking at Alyssa, then
Jamie.
"You two have boyfriends, right?" he said, slightly
slurring.
Jamie and Alyssa only shared a quick glance before they
both nodded.
"Of course," Jamie smiled, her deep green eyes
shimmering.
The guy swallowed at the intensity of Jamie's stare
before straightening his back again.
"I just wanted you to know you're two damn fine women,"
he said, hesitated and left.
Jamie and Alyssa looked at each other again and started
giggling.
"It's hard," Jamie gasped between giggles.
"Don't be like that," Alyssa tried to frown but giggled
again.
"That was fun," Jamie sighed after she had regained her
composure. "Let's dance?"
Half of the people in the club seemed to be on the dance floor
and it could very well have been that they were. The space
was huge and packed with moving, turning people. Spots of
flashing green, red and blue light where playing over ecstatic
faces. The music pumped and anyone in the room felt the
pulse, and the urge to dance.
"There's your asshole," Jamie yelled to Alyssa and nodded
at Marc and Scott dancing next to a group of several women.
She grabbed Alyssa's hand and started to pull her towards the
dance floor.
On the dance floor, Jamie tried to push Alyssa closer to
Marc and Scott but Alyssa slipped out of her grip and with a
mischievous grin she pushed Jamie into Marc. Marc turned
around and looked at Jamie who smiled at him and shrugged her
shoulders before facing back to Jamie, she was grinning
broadly by then.
Marc turned away from Jamie as well but just seconds
after he could feel what couldn't have been anything else than
Jamie's ass grinding into his thigh. He turned again, tapped
Jamie's shoulder and when she turned around this time he
smiled and leaned into her.
"Stop pushing!" he yelled over the music and turned his
back at Jamie again.
Jamie laughed, and so did Alyssa when Jamie told her what
Marc have said. While Jamie and Alyssa's eyes met with a
mischievous shimmer Jamie once more danced backwards until she
ground her ass into Marc again. This time Marc didn't seem to
notice at all but when Jamie gave up and danced back to Alyssa
he moved backwards, mimicking her dance but exaggerating it.
Alyssa started to laugh and just as Jamie wanted to know what
she was laughing about Marc ground his ass into Jamie in
return. She grinned, reached behind and squeezed.
Marc turned around and when Jamie glanced over her
shoulder he shook his head and wiggled his finger at her
before dancing back to Scott again. Alyssa laughed again.
Jamie grinned.
"That's a too good challenge to resist," Jamie yelled to
Alyssa.
"What?" Alyssa asked.
Jamie shook her head and while holding Alyssa's hands she
danced over to Marc and Scott, backwards. This time she
simply stepped in front of Marc and while innocently dancing
her ass ground into his crotch leaving a distinct impression
of firm, tight girl flesh. Marc bit his lip before breaking
out in laughter. He took Jamie by her hip and spun her
around.
"Marc," he yelled to her.
"Jamie," came the reply.
They smiled at each other.
Alyssa glanced at Scott before looking straight ahead
again, as if he didn't existed. But he is quite cute, she
thought.
Jamie wrapped her arms around Marc's neck while grinding
even more into him as she moved her body in undulating waves
in sync with the music.
"What do you think of my pushing now?" she asked him.
"Taking liberties, aren't we?" Marc replied and pushed
her at arms length. He sought eye contact with Scott. He
made a sign as if drinking a beer and just as Alyssa slid up
beside Scott and gave him a soft tackle Scott nodded
agreement. Scott smiled at Alyssa and followed Marc off the
floor.
Alyssa stared after him and for the second time in less
than an hour she cursed him and called him an asshole. Jamie
grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor as well.
For a second Alyssa feared her friend would follow Marc and
Scott but instead Jamie headed for the restrooms.
There was a huge queue to the girls' restrooms, as usual
and while standing in the queue Jamie kept Alyssa's hand in
hers. Alyssa liked the warm, comforting feeling of her
friend's hand and took half a step closer to her.
Suddenly Marc and Scott appeared on their way to the
men's restroom. Marc spotted them and came over.
"Hi," he said and reached out his hand to Alyssa.
"Marc."
"Alyssa," Alyssa replied, took his hand and lowered her
eyes.
"Nice meeting you Alyssa, this is Scott," Marc continued
while stepping aside and letting Scott reach out his hand.
Alyssa took his hand reluctantly but when she noticed the
amusement in Scott's eyes she took the hand and smiled at him,
determined not to let him push her around.
"Alyssa," she said.
"I'm charmed," Scott smiled back at her before letting go
again.
"See you around," Marc said to Jamie before he turned and
started back towards the men's restroom.
Just as Scott turned his back at Jamie and Alyssa and
started to follow him, Alyssa reached after him and slapped
his ass before straightening her back again and looking a
completely other direction with a totally innocent expression
on her face. Scott came to a dead stop and turned around
looking at her with a question in his eyes.
"What?" Alyssa asked and shook her head.
Scott didn't reply, instead he disappeared into the
restroom with an amused shimmer in his eyes.
"So?" Jamie asked when she and Alyssa finally were alone
in a toilet. "What do you think so far?"
"I'm actually a bit bored," Alyssa replied and checked
her make-up in the mirror.
"Umhm," Jamie said, dropped the toilet paper she had been
cleaning the seat with into the bowl, pulled up her skirt,
pulled down her panties and sat. She sighed as she emptied
her bladder. "I wish you could get drunk without all the
drinking."
"Maybe you should wish for a larger bladder?" Alyssa
chuckled.
Jamie looked up but Alyssa wasn't meeting her gaze.
Being less sober Alyssa had dropped some of her polished
facade and now her eyes were glued between her girlfriend's
legs. Alyssa ripped of a wad of paper and dried herself
before rising and flushing the toilet. Instead of pulling her
panties back on she stepped out of them, careful not to drop
them on the floor and while Alyssa watched her wide-eyed she
placed the panties in her purse.
"That's a tip for making boredom go away," Jamie smiled.
"Here's another."
She stepped closer to Alyssa, grabbed her hand and before
Alyssa could stop her she pushed Alyssa's hand between her
thighs. Alyssa twitched and gasped.
"Accept your impulses," Jamie mumbled into Alyssa's ear.
"Smooth, huh?"
"Jamie," Alyssa mumbled and tried to pull her hand away.
"You know you wanted this."
"No."
Alyssa was breathing shallowly, her knees were shaking.
She had to remove her hand, get away. Somehow the strange,
but yet so familiar, shape of Jamie's crotch against her hand
were scaring her numb. The room suddenly got warm. She was
sweating. She told herself the moist between her own legs
were sweat.
Jamie moved her hip and Alyssa's fingers slid from
smooth, warm skin over slippery wetness. Alyssa gasped and
this time Jamie let go of her hand as she pulled to get free.
Alyssa backed up against the wall but Jamie followed.
"Now," Jamie said with a sly grin. "Let's see what we
can do about your boredom."
Scott poured salt on the space between his thumb and index
finger and waited for Marc to do the same. They took the
piece of lemon in the hand with the salt.
"Ready?" Marc asked.
"Ready!" Scott confirmed, licked the salt, downed the
tequila and took the lemon in his mouth, letting the
aftertaste of the liquor mix with the sour lemon juice.
"Ahhh," Marc sighed and slammed his shot glass into the
counter upside down. "Yeah!"
Scott laughed and did the same.
"So?" Marc asked. "What do you think so far?"
"I think I got stuck with the sulky one."
Marc laughed.
"Yeah, she is in desperate need of someone that makes her
laugh. Why don't you help her?"
Scott laughed as well but before he could reply Marc
turned around to the blonde woman behind him.
"Was that you?" he asked.
"What?" she replied.
"Did you just crop a feel?"
"Certainly not!"
"Uhum. I don't believe you."
"Yeah?" the woman asked and flung her hair out of her
face. She had an obstinate look on her face. "Maybe I don't
care what your believe?"
"By all means," Marc smiled and turned back to Scott.
It took exactly two seconds before someone squeezed his
ass.
"I'd better live up to the accusation," the blonde smiled
and started to leave.
Marc gently took her arm and held her back.
"I didn't say I wanted you to squeeze my ass," he told
her. "In fact. I'd appreciate if you didn't..."
"Yeah?" the blonde said and leaned on the counter. "I
don't believe you..."
If Alyssa would have been able to, she would have pushed
through the wall and escaped, but something -- part from the
fact that it was impossible to push through the sturdy wall of
the restroom -- held her back.
"Wha... what are you...?" she gasped.
"Making my friend happy," Jamie replied and dropped her
hands. Her fingers were gently playing with Alyssa's skirt.
"I... I'm happy," Alyssa's voice failed her.
"No you're not."
Jamie's hands slid under Alyssa's skirt and before Alyssa
realized what Jamie was up to her panties were yanked down.
Jamie squatted in front of Alyssa and pulled the skimpy
garment all the way down around Alyssa's ankles.
"Lift your feet," Jamie said but Alyssa was motionless.
"Do it!" Jamie ordered.
"Please, Jamie!" Alyssa mumbled.
Jamie's gaze was stern but she didn't speak, and Alyssa
didn't move.
"Come on," Jamie said with a softer expression. "It'll
be fun and no-one will know."
"Everyone will know!"
"With a knee long skirt? No way!"
Alyssa still didn't move. Jamie left her panties on the
floor and straightened with a sigh.
"Sure?" she asked, her face just a couple of centimeters
away from Alyssa's.
Alyssa stared at her wide-eyed. They gazed at each other
for a long time. Jamie smiled and leaned even closer as if
kissing Alyssa, and Alyssa closed her eyes. Jamie felt a
tingle in her belly, and between her legs. She bit her lower
lip but she didn't kiss Alyssa. Instead she waited until
Alyssa opened her eyes and looked at her again. She brushed
her lips gently over Alyssa's and moved back a bit. Alyssa
did what Jamie had planned and took a small step after Jamie.
Jamie backed off further and Alyssa took another step.
With a quick movement Jamie squatted and swept Alyssa's
panties off the floor. When she rose again Alyssa stared at
her for a long moment. Then Jamie buried her nose in Alyssa's
panties and took a deep sniff. This was too much for Alyssa
and with a lunge she grabbed Jamie and pushed her hard against
the opposite wall and pinned her arms against the wall. She
was breathing heavily, her face just a few of centimeters away
from Jamie's. This lasted a couple of seconds then Alyssa
virtually attacked Jamie, planting a huge kiss on her mouth
while pushing her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth and
grinding her crotch at hers.
Jamie's reply wasn't long in coming and she managed to
pull her arms out of Alyssa's grasp and started pulling up her
skirt. When they felt the contact of naked skin against their
pussies as they ground into one another once more they gasped
in unison. Jamie reached for Alyssa's ass, but before she
could grab her, Alyssa bolted away from her.
"What am I doing?" Alyssa breathed. "Give me my
panties!" she mumbled but Jamie shook her head and Alyssa
turned and started fumbling with the door instead.
"Just let me..." Jamie started but Alyssa flung the door
open and escaped. Jamie had to hide behind her purse as best
as she could while she pulled down her skirt. She could swear
at least one of the women outside had seen she was nude under.