"Moving Day" by Zuke

DISCLAIMERS: The characters are mine. Please don't repost or copy without my permission, unless it's for personal use.

Sex/Love Warning: this is an erotic story featuring graphic sex between to women. Read at your own risk (and keep ice ready).

Language: Yes. Lots. Just about every word you can think of.

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Story Summary: Two girls, a challenge, and a ladies' room. Not much plot - it just got in the way.

Special Thanks: To my BR, Jane (XetG), the best BR in the world - she greatly improved this one from the original (as usual!).

Moving Day

By: Zuke

"You want a slice of lime with that?" the bartender asked as she placed the Corona in front of me.

"Yes, please," I replied, flashing her a smile and matching it with a twinkle in my eyes. Well, she was awfully cute, in a dark, brooding way. A little too brooding, actually. That wasn't good in a bartender. And it was high on my list of things to avoid in a woman. I turned my attention to the beer bottle, and she took the hint.

I sighed. It had been a long, hard day. I hated moving. I'd done it way too many times in my life. This particular move was to a new city and a new job. I knew a few people, but had no real friends here. It was tough, but I'd managed before. At least it was a "gay-friendly" town, and I was lucky enough to have a lesbian bar in my neighborhood.

And here I sat in my new hangout. It wasn't bad - quiet, but it was the middle of the afternoon. I wasn't going to pass judgment just yet.

"Hey sweetheart, I think the tour bus took a wrong turn."

Then again�

"Why don't you go back to the suburbs? Your husband must be wondering where you are."

I turned around slowly. There were three of them, sitting in a booth across from me - a curly-haired blonde with hazel eyes, a brunette with a permanent sneer, and, tucked in the back of the booth, a stunning beauty with ebony hair and icy blue eyes. A half-empty tequila bottle sat between them, as well as a dish of lime slices and a large saltshaker.

"I'm sorry," I said, feigning politeness, "were you talking to me?"

"Yeah," the blonde said, her eyes flashing in challenge. "We don't like weekend lesbians in our bar. So why don't you be a good little girl and go home?"

Now, I have to admit that I look a lot younger than I actually am, and my strawberry blonde hair and green eyes give me that "girl next door" look. But a "weekend lesbian"?! Shit, I've fucked my way through an entire sorority.

The statement was so ludicrous it wasn't worth commenting on. I ignored it, turning back around and taking a long swig from my beer.

"Are you deaf as well?" the blonde asked. She was really beginning to irritate me.

"No," I said, turning around with a sigh. "I'm not deaf and I don't have to prove my sexual identity to you."

"If you want to stay in here drinking, you do," the brunette said.

"Oh really?" I replied. "Christ, I thought I was in a bar - not my junior high school cafeteria."

I saw a flicker of a grin on dark and beautiful. She was being very quiet.

"So you're saying you're a dyke then?" Blondie said with an amused glint in her eye.

"Like hell she is," the sneering brunette said.

"Let me pull out my ID," I said, chuckling at the ridiculous situation. "My driver's license has my sexual orientation listed under my weight."

Well, at least I got that flicker of a grin again from Beautiful, and her eyes sparkled, like sunlight on clear water.

"I don't accept any forms of ID," Blondie said, "but we can prove your story quite easily."

"How so?" It was a stupid question, but my attention was still firmly focused on Beautiful. Drops of moisture on her lips mesmerized me, and I began to fantasize about licking them, tasting the tequila.

"Just take one of us into the ladies' room," Blondie replied. "It shouldn't be too hard to demonstrate your claims."

The words "ladies' room" melded with my fantasies about licking Beautiful's lips, so it took me a minute to sort everything out in my mind.

"That is a wonderful offer," I replied sarcastically, "but I prefer a little romancing before I fuck someone in a public restroom. You know, they buy me a drink, talk to me for at least fifteen minutes, put their hand on my knee - that sort of thing."

"OK," Blondie said. "What are you drinking?"

I snorted derisively. "You are so not my type."

"Too bad; you don't know what you're missing." She tried to stay tough, but I could feel the tables turning.

I knew I could keep fighting and get them to back off. I could even do it without leaving a grudge between us. That would be a good thing, since we obviously had to share this bar in the future. But it was tricky. I was tired and they were drunk.

And the funny thing was, I really wanted to take Beautiful into the ladies' room.

"OK, I'm in," I finally drawled. "It's obviously some bizarre initiation ritual, and I haven't failed one of those since girl scouts."

Blondie was struck speechless for a minute.

"I just need to take one of you into the ladies' room and convince you of my lesbian credentials, right?" I continued.

"Yeah, that's right," the brunette said with her ever-present sneer.

"And the only thing I get out of the deal is the ability to stay here drinking?"

"Just to show we're good sports, your next drink is on us," Blondie said, finally rediscovering her tongue. "Provided you pass the test."

"OK," I said, sliding off the barstool. "I'm ready." I cast my eyes over them, appraising them as if they were heads of lettuce at the grocery store. Then I pointed to Beautiful. "I choose her."

An ebony eyebrow buried itself in black bangs. I thought she was going to refuse, but then that trace of a smile returned.

She didn't say anything, just slowly stood. She put her hand on the back of the seat and vaulted over Blondie, landing deftly beside me.

I had guessed she was tall, but having six feet of willowy grace standing next to me was still a surprise. The best part of the surprise was that it put my mouth exactly at a level with her breasts. I could see a nipple ring through her t-shirt, and my mouth began to water.

"You can order my drink now," I said, not taking my eyes off those breasts. "I'll have a bottle of tequila. And order some chips and salsa�I'm hungry."

Beautiful arched an eyebrow.

"After you," she purred, motioning me toward a door in the corner.

"Be gentle with her, Air," Blondie shouted to our retreating backs. "She might break in half."

"If she starts crying for her mommy after the first kiss, show her where the back door is," Sneer-Face added.

Oh, someone's going to be crying, I mused, but it's sure as hell not going to be me.

There were two stalls inside the ladies' room, neither one occupied. I didn't make a move for either one; I had a feeling we'd be left to our privacy. Of course, I don't mind an audience now and again. How else can people learn from the master?

"We don't have to do this, you know. I'll just tell them you passed."

She was going to be chivalrous. How sweet.

I could have stood there and explained that I was really looking forward to fucking her senseless, but I decided I had better things to do with my mouth. I grabbed a belt loop on her jeans and pulled her hips forward, while at the same time thrusting my thigh between her legs. With my other hand I reached up and pulled her head down until I could meet her lips with my own.

There was a split second of resistance, so I waited, holding on to her lightly and running my tongue over her lips, tasting lime, salt, and tequila.

Her lips were the first things to surrender. She parted them and my tongue darted inside. I caressed her tongue with my own and then began to explore her mouth. At the same time, my hand started its own mission of discovery. I untucked her t-shirt from her jeans and slowly trailed my fingers across and then up her abdomen, stroking and teasing until I reached the soft underside of her breasts. She moaned inside my mouth and began to suck on my tongue.

I reached a little higher with my fingers and found her nipple ring. I ran a finger over it delicately and she moaned again, louder this time. I put my hand over her whole breast, feeling the ring in my palm. She strained forward and rubbed her breast harder into my hand. I squeezed slightly and felt air blow strongly from her nose in a passionate gasp. Damn, this was going to be easier than I thought.

My mouth needed to be on those breasts, so I finally released her lips. She moaned as I pulled away, but when I started to lift her t-shirt over her head, she quickly reached up to help.

Her breasts weren't large, but I always said anything more than a handful is superfluous. And they were beautiful - dark nipples against pale, flawless skin. I looked at them hungrily, letting my eyes feast first. The nipples jutted out to meet me. She needed me to taste them and the need made her tremble. I waited a moment more, and then, with the tip of my tongue, I flicked her nipple ring. She gasped and reached behind her, clutching the edge of the sink.

I began to tease her breasts. My tongue licked, nipped, flicked, and played with her nipples, areolae, and all around her breasts. She began to pant and moan. She reached out and grabbed my hair, trying to push my head where she wanted it to go. She was strong and not used to begging, but I was determined and used to taking control.

Finally, I relented, latching onto one nipple, sucking it and the ring into my mouth, while pinching the other nipple with my fingers. Her breasts were luscious and I could have easily feasted on them all afternoon.

She began to rub against my thigh, which was still shoved between her legs. Ah well, places to go, clits to see.

I went down to my knees and my mouth began to roam down her abdomen, stopping randomly to lick and nip her flat stomach. While my tongue darted in and out of her belly button, I deftly unbuttoned her fly, and then lowered her jeans and underwear over her slim hips. They fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. My hands went to her firm, bare butt and I began to softly squeeze her ass cheeks.

It wasn't long before her hands were urging my head lower. I let her have her way this time and slowly roamed downwards, pausing when I met soft black curls. I played there for a while, and then moved down to her thighs, moving them apart and kissing the soft, inner skin lightly.

The scent of her arousal caused my own cunt to spasm. I was already wet; I think I had been since her first smile.

She moaned again and it was my turn to grin.

"Sit on the sink," I said, and she pulled herself up on trembling arms.

I pushed my whole body between her legs, spreading her wide open. She was dripping with arousal and my mouth began to water. Once again, I let my eyes consume her first. She gazed at me and I noticed her ice blue eyes were now smoky with desire.

We stayed that way for an eternal moment. Finally, I leaned down, and in one long motion, ran my tongue along the entire length of her sex.

"Oh god," she moaned, obviously expecting more teasing. Her words echoed off the bathroom tiles.

I paused and drew back slightly. I was still close enough that she could feel my breath on her clit. It glistened and danced with desire.

"Please," she finally begged, tangling her hands in my hair.

Three more breaths and I complied, dashing my tongue between her folds, and drinking all that she had to offer. Then, my mouth latched onto her clit and I pressed my tongue flat against it. She squirmed forward and rubbed herself against my tongue.

"Yes, oh yes," she groaned. "Please."

I knew what she wanted, and shoved two fingers inside her grasping vagina.

"Yes," she cried.

I scraped my teeth against her clit and felt my fingers clutched from deep inside. I thrust them up and forward, picking up the rhythm of her spasms. I waited until she began to tighten even more and her grunts became frantic whimpers. Then I sucked hard and thrust my fingers deeper in one swift motion.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried as the orgasm ripped through her.

I wrapped my free hand around her waist and kept my mouth and fingers where they were, waiting for her to ride through the sensations.

Finally she stilled and her breathing slowed. I slipped my fingers out and gave her a soft kiss before removing my mouth.

I looked up to see piercing blue eyes staring back at me.

"You pass," she whispered hoarsely.

I grinned and tried not to look too pleased with myself.

I waited for her to throw some water on her face and then redress. She preceded me out of the ladies' room. We were met by utter silence. All eyes in the bar were turned toward us. I guess the walls were a little thin.

She kept her back straight and turned toward the bartender.

"A bottle of tequila and chips and salsa," she ordered. She turned to me with a knowing grin, and I mirrored it.

She took a seat in the booth next to Blondie, and I sat across from her. The other two were attempting to catch flies with their open mouths.

"By the way, my name is Air," she said. "This is Josie" she indicated the blonde, "and Steph."

I nodded and flashed my friendliest smile.

"I'm called Skeeter," I said.

"That's funny," Air said, "I'd call you the best fuck I've had in a long time."

She grinned mischievously and the others began to laugh.

"Not the best fuck you've had in your entire life?" I asked cockily.

"No," she replied, her eye's sparkling. "But you're welcome to give it another try."

I slowly licked my lips as I read invitation and challenge on her features.

"Mind if I eat first?" I asked with a sly grin. "I have a feeling it's going to be a long night."

The End