1. April Fool's Submission


    Date: 2/26/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: BabyDragon, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    definition of 'lots'. "Are you even speaking fucking English?" Becky questioned. "For Christ's sake," Amber sighed, "give it up, you two. You fight like a married couple." Becky laughed, glaring at me, "Do princesses eat cunt?" I never use the 'c' word, and I was shocked by the turn of the conversation. I stammered, "G-g-god, no." Tamara finally spoke, "You don't know what you're missing, girl." "You're a lesbian?" I asked, surprised, because she always talked about Bart, a security guard whom she was trying to seduce. Tamara laughed, "No, I love cock too much, but I don't mind some pussy on occasion." Becky added, "Stop tainting our princess virgin, you may make her pass out in shock." Amber added, "Don't judge Dione, until you've tried it. A woman knows another woman's body a lot better than oblivious men." "I second that," Tamara declared, before adding, "but I still need some hard man meat." "Every couple hours," Becky quipped, finally turning her acid tongue on someone else. "I wish," Tamara laughed. "So, we'll meet you at nine," Amber said to me, shaking her head at the other two. "Sounds great," I nodded, looking forward to an evening away from work, although in a perfect world Becky wouldn't join us. At home, I had two glasses of wine, hating paying for overpriced, watered down drinks. I put on the matching lace bra and panties, and the thigh high stockings, and looked in the mirror. The attire definitely made me look sexy, unlike what I usually wore. I wondered ...
    what Jimmy, my last boyfriend who had called me a pretentious feminist, would think if he saw me in such an outfit...he'd probably keel over in shock or shag me senseless...man, I could use a shag. I put on the dress and realized that if I even sat down, the top of the lace stockings would be visible, let alone if I danced with any sort of exuberance. But Becky's words and disdain aimed at me made me ignore my better judgement and go out in public dressed in the sluttiest outfit I had ever worn. I called for a taxi, already feeling just the hint of a buzz since I drink so rarely, and headed to the Le Chateau Club. Just as I paid the taxi driver, I got a text from Amber: We are running late. But we will be there. I texted back, not liking being at a bar by myself: Please hurry. She texted back: Be there as soon as Becky is ready. Oh, get us a table. Figures, I sighed to myself. I wasn't going to wait outside dressed as I was, the wind very chilly, so I walked into the club. In London, I only went to pubs, so I wasn't really ready for the intense bass that echoed throughout the club as I walked in. After paying the cover, I walked into the bar. It wasn't overly busy and I quickly went and grabbed a table near the dance floor, but away from the big speakers. Within seconds, a very pretty waitress came and took my order. I ordered a glass of wine and began to look around. As I scanned the dance floor, which was still pretty empty, I realized that they were all women. A realization ...
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