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“Damn, it’s cold.” Heather hisses through glossy lips. A brisk wind picks up her long, silky black hair and whistles between the gap in her legs.
The bounce of club music echoes out into the street where she and Courtney stand in line, clutching at their coats for dear life.
“Yeah, well, it is February.” Courtney snarkily replies, “And you’re basically naked under that thing.” She says this as she rubs her own fully exposed thighs together for warmth. She manages to perform this feat on one leg in 5-inch heels, thanks to the thick yams and discipline she earned from years of ballerina practice and camp counseling.
“I’ll have you know that this 'thing' is worth more than your parents’ mortgage,” says Heather, smugly twirling her expensive, and likely illegal, designer fur. As the coat lifts from torque, a lucky fucker standing behind her at the time gets a peek at just how accurate Courtney’s comment was. They also wonder how someone with legs so long can manage an ass that fat. “Tsk. You’re right tho,” Heather admits, settling back into a shiver, “But if I’m naked, then you’re half naked. What’s taking these pricks so long anyway? Don’t they know we’re too hot to be freezing out here?”
“Heh,” chuffs Courtney, “Tell that to the bouncer. Maybe he’ll pity us enough to let us in before everyone else in line mauls us to death for cutting.” Just then, Heather’s freshly manicured hand grips like a vice around Courtney’s wrist.
“See, this is why we’re friends. You have such great ideas,” she says with a smile, and a sinister glint in her eye as she dogwalks her bestie to the front of the queue, the clicking of heels heralding their approach. Courtney already knows it’s going to be one of those nights.
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The inviting thumping of club music reverberates through the walls as Courtney and Heather put the finishing touches on their fits, sharing the big mirror over the sinks in the club’s ladies' room.
“I cannot believe that plan worked,” Courtney remarks as she applies her Olympic Gold #5 glitter eyeshadow while trying (and failing) not to side-eye a long line of pissed-off party-girls waiting to use the bathroom.
“...twice.”
“Of course you don’t. You’re used to being a loser.” Heather never really needed to “adjust” anything. She would never dare go outside looking anything less than flawless. She’s just been admiring herself while waiting for Courtney. “Anyway, how do I look ;0?”
Courtney took a good, long look at Heather. Her ‘dress’ was basically just a transparent red veil draped over her front like a long towel, with only rings on the sides keeping it attached to anything. And other than her stilettos, bands that curled tightly up her calves, enough gold jewelry to line a sarcophagus, and a thong, she basically had nothing on at all.
If I were a man…
“You look like a Magical Girl who only gotten 1/5th of the way through her transformation sequence.” Courtney reaches out and pinches Heather’s exposed brown nipple between her thumb and the knuckle of her forefinger, pulling and letting it snap back with a titty wobble.
“Ah!?” Heather jumps back like a cat, surprised yet aroused, while the plucked nipple starts to harden. “Hey, look, if you’re still mad about skipping the line, if we hadn’t used your idea, we’d be a couple of frozen bitch-cicles still waiting outside. You gotta learn Rule #1 of Life. ‘If’you’re hot, you can get away with anything.’ Honestly, I’m surprised someone as smart and hot as you doesn’t already know that. Now…” Heather swings her other titty toward Courtney, “Do the other one, so I’m even.”
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Bouncing. Music bouncing. People bouncing. Courtney's eyes are bouncing up and down as she watches Heatcher’s body bouncing. The sparkling red ribbon she dares to call a dress lifts and lands on the smooth curves of her creamy body. The rhythmic clapping of perky titties and fatty ass slapping against its own sweaty skin syncs up perfectly in time to the music. Her void-black hair splays out like a flower in the short zero-gravity moment of lift, only to splash onto her shoulder and tangle in her face. But with one hairflip, the strands roll back like a wave, smooth as silk and straight as soldiers, and fall back behind her shoulder blades, as if they knew where they belonged. With her, out on the floor. In her Element.
Courtney, meanwhile, sits with her legs crossed (a task easier said than done for her), watching this sinful display of flesh unfold before her very eyes on a couch nearby. She had refused to dance with Heather, of course. She had promised to watch over her, and she was nothing if she wasn’t responsible.
“Heh, how’s that workin’ for ya?” Heather had asked before leaving her alone on the couch.
She prefers to watch anyway. Watching Heather dance reminds her of staring into a campfire, which was always her favorite part of camping. She quickly gets mesmerised and lost in thought. So much life and energy in such a compact package, and she definitely stood out from the crowd. How could she compete with her? Sure, her own hair looks like it’s fresh from Monte Carlo. Sure, she might have thighs that rival Godzilla’s. But, compared to half the people here, she looked like she was at her first school dance.
Just then, Heather’s predator senses smell weakness. Blood in the water. She turns to Courtney with that signature glint in her eye and a smile like the devil.
She looks so... insecure. Perfect Prey.
She yanks her up by the strap of her dress and pulls her close. Their heaving breasts push against each other, nipples rubbing through fabric, as Heather says in her ear,
“You’re overdressed.”
Heather takes one of her long legs and pushes the thigh into Courtney’s crotch. As she rubs her thigh up and down, she can feel the bristle of freshly shaved pubes. “Oh, so you came out not wearing panties? And I thought I was the perv.”
"What are you doing?” Courtney whispers through gritted teeth, looking around at everyone starting to gawk at their heinous display of milky smooth and plump caramel skin folding together.
“I saw them staring, so I’m giving the people what they want.” Heather's sultry voice flows into Courtney’s ear like poison. “You’re people, by the way.” She takes a finger and pops Courtney’s titty out of the front of her dress. “Whoops.”
As Courtney gasps and tries to cover herself, Heather exposes the other titty. Courtney’s stubby nipples start to harden from exposure to both the fresh air and the eyes of the people around her. She tries to cover them with her hands, but it’s too little too late. The nubs have become hypersensitive, and even the feeling of her own hands rubbing against them is enough to send lightning pulses through her body. She didn’t know if she was having an orgasm or a panic attack or both.
‘Maybe I’ll just die of embarrassment. Now actually seems like a great time.’
“Hey,”
Heather’s voice in Courtney’s ear cuts through like an arrow and lands like a kiss. Courtney feels the cool silkiness of Heather’s body pressed up against the soft yet firm warmth of her own. “You good, girl?”
Courtney opened her eyes, which she only just realized were closed. The first thing she saw was Heather, with full ruby lips, smirking, looking at her like she was an idiot. “Remember rule #1?” Heather motions with her eyes behind her shoulder towards the crowd. As Courtney looks, she sees that Heather is more correct than she could have imagined. Everyone was looking, or pretending not to look, but no one dared to interrupt. From the fugly incels who seem like they are getting their first view of heaven to the cold tightwads who put up their noses but couldn’t bear to look away. Everyone saw, but no one objected, or at least kept their objections to themselves. For the first time in a long time, Courtney felt comfortable being seen without her mask of dignity.
“See?” Heather smiles, “Now, where were we?” She leans in for a kiss, only to be tackled to the ground by Courtney. Heather sees the hunger of a wolf in Courtney’s eyes as she looms over her. The fine jewelry that hangs from Courtney’s neck and ears swings in front of her face like a pendulum scythe.
There she is.
“Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” Heather says like she hasn’t spent the whole night egging her on.
“I’m gonna eat your pussy right here on this floor. Okay?” Courtney growls. Her “Okay?” sounds less like permission and more like a warning.
“O-”, before Heather can even say the second syllable, Courtney dives under her dress. She grabs Heather's thighs and wears them like earmuffs as she goes for her prize.
Courtney finds that, despite all the harshness and coldness of the person it’s attached to, Heather’s pussy looks soft, wet, warm, inviting, needy, and sensitive. And, to top it all off, a healthy bush of perfectly trimmed pubic hair.
Coochie on a silver platter.
Courtney eats like it’s her last meal.
Her tongue finds the spaces between the folds and traces along them, feeling each ridge and picking up beads of heavenly fluid along the way. The sweat running down Heather’s stomach and legs mixes with the juices from her pussy, creating a salty-sweet nectar that dances on Courtney’s tongue and only makes her hunger greater. She pushes her tongue in deeper, tickling the soft pink inner walls of Heather’s vagina and setting off a wave of vibrations in Heather’s body. ‘Finally,’ Courtney thinks to herself, ‘I’m finally making her squirm.’ Courtney lifts her head, saliva and pussy juice dripping from her chin, and meets Heather’s gaze. “Who’s the loser now?”
Heather grabs onto her hair and pulls her back down into her crotch. “I’ll make sure it’s still you if you don’t make me cum right now.” She leglocks Courtney’s mouth into place and throws her head back in pleasure, closing her eyes as she feels Courtney enter her deeper than before. “Fuuuuuuuucck yessssssss.” She moans as she slowly opens her eyes to see that a whole crowd of voyeurs has formed around them. No one is bothering to pretend they aren’t looking anymore. Heather starts grinning from ear to ear. “You cucks all enjoying the show? Ready for the grand finale?” she calls out to them as she feels a powerful orgasm starting to build up inside of her. Most of the plebeians continue to gawk in awe. However, even to Heather’s surprise, a few people cheer and even start clapping.
‘Wait a second,’ Heather thought, ‘I know people are intimidated by me, but do they really like me too?’ At that moment, Courtney’s tongue flicks right over her inner G-spot.
Heather cums like a firework, arching her back off the ground and groaning to the heavens. She grinds her crotch up and down against Courtney’s nose, riding out her 20-second orgasm. A flood of squirt hits Courtney in the face like a firehose, drowning her in a viscous river of pleasure. Courtney keeps her mouth open and sticks her tongue out to catch as much as she can. She swallows what seems like gallons, and she couldn’t be any happier.
As things finally start to calm down, both girls lie together in a pool of their own debauchery. Heather looks around and sees that people are still staring. “Ok, show’s over. Why don’t you guys stop being so pathetic and go find someone who will eat you out like that?” She picks herself and Courtney off the ground and kisses her. “This one’s mine.” The crowd starts to disperse, some giving a final round of applause before they go. Heather turns to meet Courtney’s gaze. “Well, it’s definitely been one of those nights. You ready to head back home?”
Courtney thought about it. As she stood there, soaked in the sex juices of her not-even-really-that-close friend, she genuinely thought it.
“No way! I still haven’t gotten a proper dance in yet!” She replied as she pulled Heather into the middle of the dance floor.