Recently my friends have managed to drag me out clubbing a lot. That is, two weeks in a row. Clubbing is not my scene, I get nervous in the crowds with the large music and all the groping random guys do freaks me out. This last outing however was made infinitely better when a drunk (but hot) girl started randomly making out with me. Thus starts the story of my lesbian experience at the club!
It’s exactly the same as last time. We doll ourselves up. We go to the pub. We drink raspberry flavoured cider made by some swedish brewery. We go out to the balcony where there are guys in suits or t-shirts or whatever smoking, and I sit on a bar stool whilst my friends eye up the smokers. Jade hits it off with some guy in a pink shirt, Molly is complaining about work and Twiggy is listening carefully, making tactful comments every now and then. I sit and enjoy the breeze that comes through, realising I’m a horrible friend on these nights out because I just don’t enjoy them.
Next thing, we’ve left the pub, some guy has given me his number, Jade has three numbers, Molly two and Twiggy refused a couple also. It’s like a game I don’t remember agreeing to play. We line up in the queue for the night club, a sort of large bar that does rock music and chart music alike. Sometimes they have a live band. I watch as my friends get steadily more drunk, and shake hands with every new guy that they introduce me to. They won’t remember any of them in the morning, and I won’t remember any of them now except that one guy who won’t stop trying to touch me.
Out of nowhere, and I mean nowhere, this drunk girl sashays up to me and kisses me right on the mouth. I’m kinda dumbfounded. I must have given off the “lesbian” vibe since I was turning down any guy that tried to ask me for a dance, but even this seemed a bit, forward. She giggles and starts walking away, and I think “why not?” So I grab her wrist, swing her back towards me then kiss her firmly on the mouth. I don’t actually know if she’s going to hit me or kiss me back. She decides to kiss me back.
I want to say that the lights went out and the music stopped playing, and I could only think of how her lips tasted like jaegerbomb shots. However the music was still deafeningly loud, and we were being pushed by the general crowd. She did however taste sweet, and when I pushed my tongue into her mouth she kissed me back even harder. It was surreal. No light exploration, just hard mouth on mouth action. She bites my lower lip, I pull her closer to me.
When we come back up for air, there’s a small circle of guys staring at us. I decide I don’t want to give them a free show and so I take her to the dance floor with me. There we sway towards the music together, made closer by how dense the dance floor is. She has her back against me, her bum grinding into me. I lift her hair up and start kissing her neck. I bite a bit, lick a bit, and her hands are up around my neck pressing me to go further. Even though the music is loud, I can hear her moaning in pleasure. I wrap my hands around her, and start to cup one of her breasts through her dress.
Next thing I know, my friends are next to me. They want to hit the next club. I feel a little sad, leaving this girl who’s name I don’t know. But then I consider taking her back with me, and decide against it. I don’t take her number, but I do give her one last, rough kiss before turning away and leaving. My first lesbian experience at the club was unexpected, fast, hard but fun. I wouldn’t mind clubbing so much if I met her again.