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First Steps
Scared wasn't really the right word to describe her feeling, though that was the only one she could think of at that moment. This evening had been years in the making and Marci had long since forgotten how much time she'd spent thinking about what might happen. Now here she was sitting on a bar stool all by herself in a bar she been in only once before. Just like the last time here, the place had a strangely high percentage of women to men. Good looking women at that. She had no idea what to do next but she was committed to hanging out on this bar stool until she either got so drunk she fell off it, or she found a way taste one of those beauties. Somewhere between those two would be where the night eventually led.
This place was nowhere close to what Marci would call a dyke bar, whatever that meant. There were men here as well; some all alone and some with wives or girlfriends. The number of couples and groups made up of only women just seemed large. Maybe finding this place was why she decided to finally give her repressed desires a chance to see the light. That thought made a smile appear on her face. She was becoming more comfortable with the situation and took a long draw from her beer. She was now willing to let her thoughts excite her. She had always liked to people watch, but this was especially fun since she was purposely thinking about sex. Marci was happy to see the crowd growing thicker as the after work crowd started filing in. The number of attractive women also continued to grow and several times she caught herself gazing at one or two of them just a little too long. She thought for sure she'd been busted admiring the figure of a particularly attractive woman about Marci's own age as the woman walked from the door to her waiting friends. The woman's friends giggled and whispered while the woman looked around the whole room as if trying to track down someone she knew. The woman looked right at her and Marci felt her heart jump. The gorgeous woman broke off the gaze and joined her friends in rowdy conversation.
Marci turned back to the bar to find the bartender standing across from her. "Would you like to see a menu? We've got a reputation for being the place to find good things to eat." Even that simple comment dripped of innuendo.
"No thanks, I'm not hungry." she lied. "I will take another beer though."
"You got it. My name's Terry. Let me know if you change your mind about something to snack on." the bartender said with a wink. She headed down the length of the busy bar to fetch a cold bottle.
It was as if the woman behind the bar had been listening to her every thought. Marci squirmed a little on her stool and contemplated dropping some cash on the bar and bolting for the door. She decided to hang around and have some more fun watching people.
"Here you go-What can I get 'cha?" Terry said in one breath as she set down the beer. Marci was about to ask her what she was talking about when she noticed that Terry was looking over Marci's shoulder, not at her.
"Two more pitchers of whatever those lushes at that table have been drinking." said a female voice from behind Marci. "And two shots anything the lady here says."
"Coming up Michelle. That crew of yours got quite a jump on you. Bet they got here two hours ago." Terry added as she reached for a clean pitcher. "I'll bring the pitchers over to the table if you'd like."
"That's OK, I'll take them. You're getting busy and I'm gonna be up here until the shots are history anyway." Michelle replied.
Marci had heard the entire exchange but didn't realize that she was the 'lady' until she felt Terry's gaze. Terry was filling the second pitcher and patiently waiting for Marci to name her shot of choice.
Marci looked over her shoulder to find the woman whose gaze she had met earlier. She was standing right behind her. She was just as beautiful up close.
"So what's your poison?" Michelle asked.
Sex on the Beach was what Marci wanted to say. However, even her newly found confidence didn't allow her to roll such an obvious play on words off her tongue. Not yet anyway.
"Southern Comfort." Marci said with commitment in her voice. That really was her favorite, and the sexual overtone went completely past her.
"Wow. Serious stuff. No foofoo booze for you. Ok, you got it. Terry, you hear that? The lady would like some Southern Comfort. Make it two"
"I'll bet you do." said Terry as she sets the two pitchers on the bar in front of Marci. With another wink she's off to fetch the bottle.
Only now does it sink in for Marci that she's stepped across a line that she'd merely stared at for so long.
"Michelle, right?" Marci asked. "Thanks for the shot. I'm Marci." Her heart was pounding. Talking with strangers was definitely not on her favorites list, but the booze was strengthening her resolve to take advantage of this night out. Besides, talking with a strange woman seemed somehow much easier than talking to a man she didn't know. She hoped that ease carried over to other things as well.
"Nice to meet you Marci. Are you waiting for someone, or would you like to join my group of rowdies over there? We're always looking for new friends to meet."
"You know, that'd be great." Marci said.
Michelle leaned past Marci to the bar and picked up the pitchers of beer. She smelled great and Marci could have sworn that Michelle had purposely brushed her breasts against her as she leaned over. In yet another first, Marci allowed herself to enjoy that brief touch. With a smile Marci slid off her stool and followed Michelle over to the table.
"Marci, this is everybody. Everybody, this is Marci." A mixture of greetings erupted from the half dozen women sitting at the table. Marci immediately felt a part of the group and sat down between Michelle and a dark blond named Kelly. It was soon obvious that this group had in deed been at it for quite a while.
Michelle looked over at Marci. "I've got to tell you, I don't normally go around buying drinks for total strangers."
"Seemed pretty natural to me," Marci replied with a grin.
The noise at the table was growing. Michelle leaned closer to Marci. I don't spend nearly enough time trusting my instincts, so when my intuition told me to talk to you I decided that I'd follow its lead for a change." Michelle was merely inches from Marci now. "I'm glad I did."
Marci's mind was racing. Her own instincts were screaming at her to lean in and kiss this woman. She let her head talk her out it. Too much too fast it said. "I'm glad too." was eventually Marci's whispered reply.
"So what's the reason for the get together?" Marci tossed out to the table. She may as well have said she knew who really killed Kennedy. Every conversation came to an immediate halt and all eyes moved towards Marci.
Again it was Michelle who spoke for the group. "We're just friends that have committed to spending time together. We try to get this group out once or twice a month. I work with those two, and the rest are friends of friends. Today happens to be Sara's birthday." Michelle motioned across the table to a woman who had several tequila shooters in front of her along with the remains of several more.
The mention of Sara's birthday brought everyone back into the here and now. The flicker of tension around the table disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.
"I know what Sara wants for her birthday," said Amy with a toothy grin. Amy was firmly planted on Sara's right side and was looking around the table as if trying to pick out a volunteer. "She wants to do a body shot with her tequila."
Sara looked almost embarrassed at Amy's disclosure, but the small smile on her face betrayed any misgivings she might have really had.
"I've never done a body shot with a girl before," Sara confessed. "Sounds like fun."
Marci felt the world lift from her shoulders as she learned that the table was not if fact full of dykes looking for converts. Sara, at least, was as average as could be. The fact that Sara was able to tell this table of women that she wanted to do a body shot with another woman made her envious. Even so, she was surprised to hear herself volunteer to hold the lime for her."
Marci reached across the table and grabbed a lime off the pile. Sara was smiling ear to ear now.
"Come over here." Said Sara as she patted the empty chair on her left.
"Not only have I never done this with a girl, I haven't done this with a man in a long long time." said Marci as she slid into the chair next to Sara.
Sara was busy putting salt on the back of her hand when Michelle decided to put her two-cents in: "On your hand? It's your birthday sweetie, can't you think of any place better for that salt to go?"
Sara rolled her eyes and smiled. "How silly of me. Marci, do you mind?" "What the fuck. Go for it." Marci said.
The rest of the girls at the table were soaking in every moment of the event.
"And don't worry about it." Sara said off-hand to Marci. "This is definitely a group that thrives on firsts. Sounds like you're gonna fit right in."
Sara gently took the lime wedge out of Marci's hand and addressed it directly. "Well now little lime, where should that salt go?" The unheard answer seemed to come to her just as directly. She reached up and rubbed the lime on Marci's neck. Marci tilted her head to expose her neck letting Sara know that what she was doing was okay with her.
Inside, Marci wasn't so sure about how okay it really was, but this group of women made her feel so comfortable that she now couldn't come up with any reason to stop her. There was a sexual tension in the air, but not the predator/prey feeling that she would have felt had this been a mixed gender group. Sure as hell she wouldn't be letting a man she'd just met rub a lime on her neck even.
The wet lime one Marci's neck sent shivers down her spine straight to her pussy. "How could a simple thing like that be so erotic?" she thought. Maybe it was because the normal underlying sexual threats weren't there. Maybe they were there and she was only just now willing to enjoy them for what they offered.
Sara sprinkled salt on Marci's neck. Most of it stuck to the lime juice but some trickled down the front of her shirt, funneling between her breasts and collecting along the inside edge of her bra. The trickling salt almost tickled. Instead, she imagined that it was a finger gently touching her. She had truly unlocked her mind now and was enjoying every moment.
"Here, hold this." Sara said as she put the lime between Marci's teeth. "Don't bite me, not hard any way." She added with a smile. The table gave a collective "ooooh!"
Without giving her any chance to change her mind, Sara leaned over to Marci and licked the salt off Marci's neck. Sara's soft tongue seemed to linger on Marci's neck forever. Marci almost melted. As if in a slow motion dream, Sara leaned back from Marci and looked her in the eye while she tipped the tequila shot into her mouth. A little smile appeared on Sara's lips as she leaned back in to Marci for the lime. Marci could feel every set of eyes around the table looking at her. She couldn't wait to feel Sara's lips. The rest of the women looking on made her all the more excited.
And then she touched her.
At the very moment Sara's lips touched Marci's, Sara also put her right hand high on Marci's leg. Her fingers slid between Marci's legs. The combination of Sara's soft lips and the touch her hand made Marci shiver.
Marci did not hesitate using her tongue to toss the lime deeper into her mouth, forcing Sara to go fishing for it. Likewise, Sara wasted no time in parting Marci's lips with her tongue, meeting Marci's tongue. For a few seconds their tongues teased and played with each other, the taste of tequila mingling back and forth. Sara's fingers moved even further up Marci's leg, almost reaching the top. Marci replied by opening her legs a little more. Sara found the lime in Marci's mouth and Marci reluctantly let her take it. Sara backed away from Marci's lips and bit the lime, all the while still staring into Marci's eyes. Sara's hand stays where it was on Marci's leg.
The smile on both their faces brought a roar of approval from the table.
Marci looked around the table. The group was already starting to break back into multiple conversations. Her eyes met Michelle's. Michelle just smiled and nodded her approval as she turned to join the conversation next to her.
Marci reached under the table and guided Sara's hand the rest of the way into her crotch. She wondered if Sara could feel the wetness Marci knew was escaping from her. Sara rubbed her fingers on Marci's slacks, pressing Marci's thong deep between her lips. Then to Marci's amazement Sara slowly pulled her hand back and put her fingers in her mouth.
"Yep, you're a keeper," Sara said with a huge grin.
Marci knew she belonged here, and that knowledge fed her confidence like wood on a fire. Maybe she hadn't tasted a woman herself yet, at least other than herself, but the night was still very young.
To be continued.