The Club

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After engaging in erotic sex with her sister in law, Emma takes Lucy’s offer of a night out at a local club that has a back to school theme night, but who will she go back home with, Lucy or Trisha her newest best friend? She lay spread-eagled across the bed, her legs apart and an arm flopped out over the pillow where Emma’s head had been just half an hour ago. Emma swallowed hard and sank down into the seat by the window. Outside the sun was shining but she felt no great desire to go outside, she only wanted to be inside, with her, and yet, she raised her eyes and stared at the picture of Led Zeppelin it seemed so wrong. And yet it was so right. She let her eyes fall to Lucy’s naked body, her small pert breasts sagged slightly, the brown nipples erect, a lock of hair had fallen across her face. She fixed her gaze on her throat, remembering the night of passion. Every fiber of her body longed for more of this and yet, she glanced at the mobile phone on the bedside table, he was waiting there. The screen lit up and she closed her eyes, knowing it was him, the phone was on silent so as not to wake his half sister. A low rumble began building outside as a passing jet flew overhead and in that instant she wished she was away from here, the lilac colored wallpaper had a jasmine print interwoven with orchids on it. She had admired the paper the first time she had been here a few years back. Lucy groaned softly and rolled over onto her side, one hand under her pillows the other pulling the bedspread close around her body. Emma held her breath and tucking her knees up under the white shirt hugged them close and leaned on her knees. The room was small but homely, an antique dressing table stood to her right and directly in front was a wardrobe, also with a mirror. Her backside had been hard up against the mirror last night as Lucy savaged her throat with soft, sucking kisses.It had been the final climax to what had been a tumultuous night, one that had changed her forever and she wasn’t sure if she liked all the changes. ******The Soho club had been pumping when they descended into the underground room, all the patrons were dressed in either school uniforms or something similar to a school uniform, it was one of those theme nights. The music was definitely eighties, Adam Ant was singing Stand and Deliver and dozens of people were gyrating to the music as they recalled glory days.Straight away she had the distinct impression she was being checked out but when she looked at a guy standing by the bar he was too intent on talking to a woman in a white shirt and short skirt, a striped tie dangled loosely from her neck. Lucy was chattering with a couple of friends, it was obvious she knew at least some of the people.Emma turned to find a statuesque Spanish woman wearing a school uniform, she had to be at least five feet eleven with large breasts and a tight waist, the leather skirt was short, any shorter and she would have been arrested before she entered the club. The leather boots extended over her knees and were finished with half a dozen buckles, she let her eyes go up the fishnet stockings, taking in the perfectly formed figure, tight blouse that barely constrained her breasts and finally stopping at her face. Gold bangles dangled from her wrists and a hint of gold at an ear winked mischievously, she seemed to have such poise and elegance, like a painted doll on a painted stage. Long thick black hair fell to the small of her back accentuating a perfectly formed face and brown eyes. The uniform was genuine she noted with surprise, most women seemed to have mixed and matched outfits but hers was the real deal.Lucy turned and kissed her gently.“I’ll get us a drink.”“Thanks.”She turned to find the Spaniard had disappeared in the swirl of dancers on the floor, there seemed to be as many men as women. A DJ was behind İstanbul Escort a desk on a small raised platform and she turned to look for Lucy, she had headed for the bar and then people were coming behind her. She moved out of the way and felt something at her back and turning around found herself staring at the Spaniard again. Where had she come from?“I’m Trisha,” she smiled.“Emma,” she inclined her head and read the motif on the blazer, St Elizabeth, “I came with a friend,” she glanced around.“I saw that,” she fluffed out her hair, “friend friend, or just a friend?”“Um, it’s complicated,” she smiled.“It usually is,” she glanced around, “great party though, I don’t usually come down to this club.”“Oh?” she looked across at Lucy who had suddenly reappeared, she was carrying two drinks and chatting with a blonde woman and her girlfriend. She brightened up and turned back to her.“I don’t come here either,” she admitted, “Lucy is my sister in law.”“Oh,” Trisha smiled broadly, “so what part of America are you from?”“A little town just out of New Orleans, Hammond,” she replied, “you’ve probably never heard of it.”“You’re right, I haven’t but I’ve been to New Orleans plenty of times, I’m a travel journalist.”“Oh,” she looked at her with renewed interest, “I’m a journalist too.”“What kind of stuff do you write?”“It varies, anything from corporate takeovers to sex toys, I just finished one on sex toys.”“I’ll bet the research was fun,” Trisha smiled exposing perfect white teeth.“I um, it was,” she looked across at Lucy, the other woman had gone leaving Lucy alone with the blonde who seemed to be standing a lot closer, she was whispering in her ear and a grin lit up Lucy’s face. A moment later she burst out laughing and Emma turned away again.“You were saying?”“Oh, it was fun,” she replied, “it’s the first time I’ve been to one of these parties.”“I have been to a few.”“So what’s the big deal with getting up in school clothes,” she raised an eyebrow, “recapturing our innocence?”“Something like that,” she nodded, “all about reliving our youth, it’s slipping away moment by moment and we try hard to make the moment last as long as possible. Some people are really into it and do all the weird fetish stuff, I just think it’s a fun way to unwind, and undress.”“Quite,” she looked over as Lucy approached, trailed by the blonde.“There you are,” she smiled, “i was looking all over for you, this is Sam, an old friend from Thailand,” she glanced at Trisha.“Trisha,” she took the glass from here, “my sister in law, Lucy.”“Wow, is that the genuine article?” Lucy stared at the blazer.“Afraid so,” she grimaced, “I was raised a Catholic, I just haven’t been near a confession booth it would take too long to confess all my sins.”“Me too,” Lucy giggled, “come on, let’s find a seat somewhere.”Trisha proved to be a virtual goldmine of information, born in Bilbao she had come here as a baby with her parents.“I was back there a few years back,” she flicked her hair over her shoulder, “tried to do the getting back to my roots thing but it didn’t do anything for me, I’m English, what do I have in common with Basques or Spain apart from the color of my skin and the language.”She spoke Spanish, French, German, Dutch, Italian and Euskaldun.“Euskaldun?” Emma had raised an eyebrow.“It’s the language of the Basques, my mother’s people, my father is Spanish, my mother is Basque, they had to leave the country not long after I was born because of the troubles, you have heard of ETA?”“A terrorist group,” she nodded.“It all depends on your definition of terrorism,” she replied smilingly, “they do not speak for all of us, but it was too dangerous.”“You don’t have an accent.”“But I do,” she giggled, “an English accent.”Educated in a private school she had rebelled early on, choosing a life of petty thieving before İstanbul Escort Bayan winding up in court on a shoplifting charge.“I just couldn’t help myself,” she confessed, “if it was there I’d take it, it was like an addiction.”“And now?” Emma squinted past her at Lucy who had found yet another friend, this time a man in his mid forties.“Now I’m all grown up,” she smiled, “I went back to school, went onto university and haven’t stolen anything since, although I’ve stolen a few hearts.”Lucy waved to Emma and nodded at the dance floor as a familiar song came over the speakers, Born to Run.“Wanna dance?”“I’d love to,” Trisha rose and grabbing her hand, led her to the dance floor.She moved with a sensuous grace that defied imagination, swivelling her hips and soon had the attention of a half dozen men and some of the women but it seemed her dance was for Emma alone as she sidled up to her, slid around her and pretended to fuck her. Hands moved over her body keeping a few inches from her front as she gyrated, Lucy shrieked with laughter and taking her hand, hauled her forward and rubbed her pussy against her.“Isn’t this a blast?”Trisha was moving in closer and Emma turned towards her as Lucy continued swaying, Sam was off to one side along with her friend from before, Elise. Emma felt the music pumping through her and the magnetic attraction pulling her ever closer to Trisha until she had one hand locked on hers and her hand on her waist. She felt her pussy against her belly, Trisha was half a head taller, the aroma of perfume filled her nostrils as they swayed, their bodies locked together. She felt breath on her cheeks and then Trisha was sliding her hand down over her buttocks and squeezing her cheek. Emma felt a twinge, she glanced at Lucy but her sister in law had disappeared into the crowd as she danced with Sam. A fingernail traced up her crack and she instinctively moved closer but when she looked into her eyes there was no hint of sexual intent, just teasing or was she just hoping it wasn’t there? The teasing stopped and her hands spread over her buttocks, tantalizing, erotic and then it was gone again as she spun around and began to move her hands over her own body, Emma smiled and sliding around her, moved her pussy hard against her and let her hands slide up her thighs. A man hooted and whistled and the two women parted suddenly and the dancing became a little less intense but their eyes were still locked onto each other, willing the other to take a step forward.The dance ended all too soon and yet they remained attached for a few seconds but to Emma it seemed to last forever, the feel of her body as they mingled and then they were breaking apart as an Abba song blasted out over the speakers, Dancing Queen and the floor erupted as more dancers flooded onto the floor. Trisha and Emma were separated and she found herself dancing with two men who were trying to muscle in with all the poise of bullfighters, their movements were definitely sexual but not in the subtle sensuality of a Trisha or Lucy. This was more the testosterone ridden male variety. She pirouetted around them and slid past Sam until she finally found Lucy, her sister in law had one arm draped around a man’s neck and other around his waist, their foreheads touching. She slid an arm around her and pulling her away, put her hands on her waist and pushed her pussy forward firmly. Lucy’s eyes flickered and then she put her hands on her buttocks and kissed her gently.******Emma blinked.No one had seen the kiss but she felt as if she had crossed a point, an invisible line drawn on the floor that separated straights from gays, she hadn’t even flinched, it felt so normal she could have let it continue if not for the fact that Lucy pulled away.She hadn’t seen Trisha until just before they left Escort İstanbul when Lucy went to the bathroom. “Call me,” she pressed a piece of paper into her hand, “we’ll talk, journlist talk.”And then she was gone her hand firmly enmeshed in Sam’s hand, she cast a glance over her shoulder and blew her a kiss before ascending the stairs.“You okay?” Lucy asked as she fluffed out her hair.“I’m fine,” she stuffed the paper into her handbag, “your place or mine?”“Mine,” she decided, “unless you want to sleep alone?”She had stood on the brink, knowing if she said yes it would happen between them, a moment later she had nodded.“Your place.”******Emma picked up the phone and stared at the message from her husband.Mark:Where are you?EmmaCall you later.Emma set the phone down and walking into the bathroom, closed the door, what was happening to her?She stared defiantly at her reflection in the mirror. Thirty two, stuck in a loveless marriage and she had made love to his sister in law and been virtually propositioned by another woman, the implication had been clear. She reached out to the shower control and flicked the switch as she fumbled at the buttons of her shirt. One moment she was in control, the next she was sliding helplessly out of control and into a world she knew little about.******The door had clicked behind her as Lucy shut it, Emma was fumbling at the buttons of her coat when she felt a finger trace down her spine. It sent a shiver through her body as she rested a finger on the button. Lucy’s breath sounded in her ear as she inched closer.“We’re alone,” she whispered, “just you and me.”Emma continued undoing the buttons as Lucy rubbed her back, she tugged at the collar and inched it down her back as she leaned her chin on her shoulder and traced a finger down the front of the white shirt.“You were so hot tonight.”She glanced over her shoulder as the coat slid all the way down her body, moist lips touched her cheek and a slight feeling of anticipation nudged at her, Lucy slung the coat over a rack as she moved past her. Emma stared straight ahead, one hand clutched around her tie as Lucy took off her tweed coat and hung it beside Emma’s. It was happening again, she closed her eyes momentarily, the moment had been there with Trisha, and then it had been gone.A dainty finger slid under her collar and another two fingers walked up the front of her shirt and around a breast, moist lips caressed her cheek and she felt herself getting weaker. Emma put a hand on Lucy’s sleeve feeling the sateen weave sliding over her fingertips. She felt her hair being pushed over her ear as Lucy continued kissing her cheek and instinctively turned her head to meet her lips, a tongue flicked out and traced over her lips as the gentle stroking continued. Her front and ear received gentle strokes as Lucy kissed her gently, her ear was tingling and the other hand was inching around her breast, following the line of her cup, it rose higher up the strap and her other hand slid down her throat and under her chin. Emma’s hand was now on her upper arm as she turned slowly to meet her mouth, she parted her lips and let the moistness enter her. A moment later a tongue slid into her mouth and gently teased her. A hand was moving up to her ear and through her hair while the other hand was sliding down the bra strap to her breast using light flicking movements. Emma slid her other arm around her waist and let herself go for just a second, afraid to break the moment.She felt herself soaring as her hair was stroked and the kissing became firmer, lustfully exploring her mouth. She was vaguely aware that the hand was moving around to the other breast and pushing hard against it. The kissing became harder for a split second and then softened as Lucy pushed her against the wall and broke contact for just a second.They stared into each other’s eyes, both willing the other to break contact, walk away or make some signal that the intimate encounter was over. It seemed to last for an eternity.Emma exhaled and looked away and when she turned back it was Lucy who was looking down at the floor runner and an insane urge came over her.

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