I was at the local gay bar. It's filthy and run-down. Looks like it hasn't been updated (or cleaned) since the 1950's. It probably hasn't been. The clientele is mostly old homeless looking people. The same people are usually there every day and you have to wonder if they don't move from under the 5th Street bridge to the bar and back each night. Occasionally the bar draws in young, desperate, lonely patrons. This was one such night.
I'm not saying that I am young, desperate, and lonely...well...ok I am. So I was there. I saw the same disgusting people at the bar so I ordered myself a pitcher of Fat Tire and took it to a table in the back. I sat down on the torn padded seating and proceeding to drink my loneliness away.
I'd finished about half of my pitcher when Jody strolled into the bar. I felt my jaw tighten and my stomach clench the moment I saw her. We don't like each other. She's a short, strong butch. I'm a few inches taller than her and usually consider myself to be a soft butch. When we're around each other we end up in some sort of butch competition. I'm not sure exactly why but we act like possessive dogs around each other. I'm sick of this dynamic. I consciously refuse to play this time.
I give her a nod as she walks by. She ignores me. She gets her own pitcher and her own table across the room.
An hour passes.
Jody gets up and walks to the bathroom. I get up to follow her. I think that I'll have a talk with her. Try to settle this unspoken dispute. I should at least try to be friendly, civil.
I walk into the small, cramped bathroom. She's standing over the sink, washing her hands. She looks up into the dirty mirror at me. Her eyes are hard. I look her over from her short spiked hair down to her strong shoulders and back, the way her ass looks perfect in her jeans. I look back up at the mirror. I can see anger and desire in both of our eyes.
I place my hands on her shoulders and as I run them down her back she grabs tightly onto the sink with both of hers. In the mirror I can see that her eyes have closed. The way I feel frightens me. I'm the type of person who doesn't sleep with someone in the first few dates. I don't fuck, I make love. Right now I feel like I'm on fire.
With my right hand I reach around and unbutton Jody's jeans. I slip my hand down her pants gently. With my left hand I pull up her shirt. I'm not surprised to find that she's wearing no bra. I find her left breast and roll the hard nipple between my fingers. I grab her hard with my right hand. I hear her gasp. Her fingers are turning red from grasping the sink. I smile.
I turn her around to face me and push her back against the small wall between the sink and the bathroom stall. Her breathing is heavy and her eyes have lost their hard look and gained a more uncertain one. I'm sure she's never found herself in this situation before. I'm sure she's always the top, always the dominant one. Not today. I pull her t-shirt up over her head. I use it to hold her arms above her head with my left hand. To my surprise, she doesn't struggle. I use my right hand to pull her jeans and underwear down to just above her knees. I have to look at her for a moment. The air in the bathroom is cool and I admire her erect nipples. She closes her eyes under my penetrating gaze. I look down. I see her bush glistening with her wetness. I see her knees shaking slightly. She's so vulnerable right now. I suddenly realize that my heart is pounding, I'm breathing hard, and I must be as wet as she is.
I grab one of her nipples with my right hand and squeeze hard. I start vigorously licking the other one. She pushes hard against me and she gets more and more aroused. I switch nipples when she looks like she can't take it anymore. I release her hands and throw her t-shirt on the floor. She braces herself against the sink and the stall door. I go down on my knees. I keep one hand on her breast and with the other I lightly brush her bush. I move my hand down further and pull her labia apart. I hold her open with two fingers. I start licking. Around the edges at first and very slowly. She grows wetter and her smell is overwhelming. I lick faster and faster. She's breathing so hard and fast. I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. She moves her hands to the back of my head, pulling me into her. I take my left hand and slip one, then two fingers inside her. I start fucking her hard. I insert a third finger and keep fucking. I'm licking her clit ferociously now. I hear her buck and shake and groan. She leans into me, exhausted. I take my left hand away. I lick my fingers. I put that hand on her ass and pull her closer. I lick up all of her juices.
I stand and hold her up against the wall. She's naked and quivering. Her eyes look both shaken and satisfied. I kiss her once on the mouth. A long, lingering, passionate kiss. She puts her arms around my neck and for that moment I feel tenderness.
Once we let go, I turn away from her and walk out the door. I wonder if she will be more or less distant the next time we meet.