Task 6.3 – The Lady’s Room

Live a little she says, I went from modestly having most of my body being covered, to a few inches of material barely covering my most private of areas and a wrong turn away from my breasts popping out. I guess this was exactly like my fantasies, but the fear and excitement of living them out rather than just writing about them were something completely different. It was more intense than I had ever imagined and I thought I could imagine things pretty vividly.

I felt a hand pat my ass, “it’s ok, you can do this,” Kim said behind me, I looked back to watch her give me a wink and a little shove.

I walked up to the bar, feeling even more awkward and shy then I did when I first came in tonight. This time though, I was getting a lot more attention, a part of me actually liked it and was starting to feel desired, attractive even, while the other part felt like I was walking around naked and completely embarrassed.

“Hey, what can I get you,” the bartender yelled out, but figured she was talking to someone else that was already there.

“Hey, sexy black dress, what can I get you,” I looked around and took a moment to think she was talking to me and looked up in disbelief and pointed to myself, “no the other girl in the sexy black dress,” I was so shocked I actually thought I missed someone and she was talking to someone else.

“Yeah, you,” she smirked but also was starting to look a little annoyed by her tone.

“Um, two pussy juices please,” not believing I would ever say that out loud, let alone at a lesbian bar.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you,” she yelled back, motioning me to come closer to the bar.

I moved in and between two other women, I was a little short so I had to get up on my toes and pull myself up on the bar a little causing my skirt to ride up, I wasn’t sure how much but I was more worried about what it was doing to the front that was barely holding together let alone it coming up a few inches up my ass.

“Two pussy juices please and put it on Kim’s tab,” I blushed and then realized she was looking down at my chest rather than my eyes when she took my order.

“I bet it is,” she still staring at my chest.

When I stood back, I looked down and thanked god that nothing was peeking, just the amount of skin I was showing was enough to get the bartender’s attention.

“Excuse me,” a girl next to me tapped my shoulder and I turned kind of surprised.

She was really pretty, different from Kim, more feminine and unlike the tomboy that was waiting for me, this girl was wearing a black blouse and a white ankle length skirt and was smiling at me.

“I really like your dress, you must have some real confidence being able to pull that off.”

“Um, thank you,” I was honestly was having a hard time knowing what to say since I wasn’t used to getting compliments at all, let alone how I dressed, “not as much confidence as you may think, to be honest,” was followed up by the most awkward of giggles.

She reached out her hand and rested it on my shoulder, “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit,” I watched her bite her lip as she rubbed my shoulder gently.

“Your drinks cutie,” the bartender yelled, making me jump.

I reached between a few women to grab my drinks, squeezing between them caused the dress to hike up a little bit more. It ends up the material wasn’t as stretchy as I thought and the fabric around my ass felt like it was starting to tighten as I reached. The worry that the bottom of my ass cheeks was starting to show were confirmed when I felt a finger trace against the bottom curve of one of them. The touch made me jump back and turn to see the girl that I was just talking smiling.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“Um, it’s ok,” I stood straight and stretch my leg out to try to get around her, the added pressure caused the zipper to pull down a bit more, I worried that I had broken it and it was about to just come free and completely expose me.

When I looked down, it was much, much worse, it was like I was sporting a bush, but you could see the stubble of my pubes now showing and I had really wished I had shaven before coming out. But how was I to know that I was going to be showing off that much in this dress. Maybe down to my chest at most, but didn’t think it would barely be covering my pussy.

I watched as she licked her lips and looked down at my new found exposure, “definitely not enough credit.”

“Um, could you maybe help me out, fix my dress for me,” I really wanted to, but with the drinks in hand, I was kind of helpless to do anything.

“Absolutely, I’d love to,” she reached down and straightened my dress, I was relieved until I realized it put the top of my slit into full view.

“The zipper please,” I looked pleading.

“Of course,” her right hand came to the front, but instead of reaching for the zipper, she slipped her hand down the front, slowly, confidently, her middle finger slipping between my lips and curving up and inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” slipped by my lips, my legs felt like they were turning into mush again as they faltered like a new born deer.

Just as quickly as she slipped it in, she pulled her finger out of me and without a second though, shoved it in her mouth and sucked it dry.

“Sorry, really couldn’t help myself,” as she reached down and pulled the zipper up just high enough to cover my pussy again.

“I should, probably deliver these drinks before they get, um, warm.”

She slipped the finger back in her mouth and just smiled at me as I clumsily walked back to Kim. When I got back to her, she just looked at me with that Cheshire looking grin on her face.

“Make a new friend at the bar,” she said coyly, “I guess she liked the pussy juice too.”

I blushed knowing that she saw everything that just happened, but now I had a fire burning inside of me that, I straddled Kim’s lap and kissed her with a passion I didn’t even know I had in me. I didn’t care what I was showing, I didn’t care if the dress just came free and showed the whole bar my naked body, I was drunk on lust.

“Get me the fuck out of here,” was all I had to say for her to stand me up, grab my hand and pull me out of the bar.

I really want to say what happened when she got back to her apartment, but in the morning, we had a long talk. More about me, my reasons, my books, she even read a bit once I gave her a link and told me that even though she wasn’t into men, my writing really turned her on. She then asked me to leave out what happened at her place till she had time to think about it.

Sorry guys, maybe I’ll talk about it later, in the meantime, I guess “a good girl doesn’t kiss and tell.” Right Kim?