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Thank you so much for the wonderful feedback on the first chapter to this story. I truly appreciate the comments and support. I admit that I leave this chapter a little hung open at the end. I promise that part 3 won't be far behind!
Marci was in a dream state. Just minutes before, and for the first time in her life, she had done a tequila body shot with a woman. And she had loved every second of it. Sara, Marci's shot partner, had gotten her so hot that her pussy was dripping wet. By the end of the shooter Sara not only got the lime, she got a finger full of Marci's wetness as well.
Sara's friend Amy had told everyone that Sara wanted to do a body shot with a girl for her birthday. Sara had confessed to the table that she had never done a body shot with a woman before, but Marci figured that may be just about the only thing that Sara hadn't done with a women.
The rest of the table had cheered and clapped when these two finally finished their little show. It surprised Marci that the group almost immediately split back into separate conversations. It was as if they were making a special effort to not make a big deal out of what had just happened. They had showed wonderful encouragement for the whole thing, but then just went about their business. That calm acceptance was exactly what Marci needed to allow herself to enjoy it. She had never before felt so well received by a group of people she'd just met.
Marci was trying to carry on a conversation with other girls around the table, but the vision of Sara licking Marci's juices off her fingers just wouldn't fade.
"That was pretty neat," a voice said from nowhere.
The comment jolted Marci back into the present. "Huh?" was all Marci could muster for a reply.
"I said that I thought that was pretty cool. You know, the shot?" said a woman as she scooted an empty chair up to the table next to Marci.
"I'm Jaclyn, a friend of Sara's," she said. "You have no idea how long I've been trying to get her to do something like that. I'm glad Amy told everybody about Sara wanting to do a body shot. And I'm glad you were there to help her with it."
"Honestly, I'm glad I had the guts to do it myself, but thanks," said Marci.
"It seemed quite natural for you. As a matter of fact, the way you two were kissing was getting me really worked up," Jaclyn said with a smirk on her face.
"I couldn't see from where I was sitting, but I was hoping Sara had her hand as close to your pussy as possible," she added in a breathy voice.
Marci couldn't remember any time a woman had used the word `pussy' in casual conversation before. Especially when referring to her pussy. The simple statement sent yet another shiver down Marci's spine right down to her wet crotch.
Jaclyn reached past Marci for a pitcher of beer and said into her ear, "But when she put her fingers in her mouth I knew where they'd been. I knew right then that I wanted to know what she was tasting."
Jaclyn was a very pretty woman with brown hair. Like herself, Marci guessed her to be a member of the early thirty-something category. Marci smiled to herself as she remembered how horrid she was at guessing ages. To be within even 3 or 4 years was perfection to her. She guessed ages must not really matter that much to her and never tried very hard to fix her guesses.
Jaclyn was wearing low cut jeans and a cropped tee shirt. She looked fit but not freakishly so. Marci guessed her breasts to be around a C cup but she knew there was no bra there to prove her guess right or wrong.
She felt like a teenager when she snuck a look down Jaclyn's shirt as she reached past her for the beer. She could see right down her shirt and caught a glimpse of a nipple ring as Jaclyn was whispering in her ear. Marci was totally beside herself. Here she was, sitting at a table full of wonderfully beautiful women talking about sex. She was getting so horny that she thought she might cum just sitting there talking.
As Jaclyn poured herself a fresh pint Marci said to her, "I don't know what this group of yours is really all about, but I'm so wet right now that I just might have to excuse myself to the bathroom for a few minutes just to calm myself down."
"Take Sara with you," Jaclyn suggested off hand as she sipped her beer. "It's still her birthday you know. I bet she'd love to use the occasion to do more than just a body shot."
After another pull on her beer Jaclyn added, "Michelle didn't tell you the rules, did she?"
"Uh-oh," Marci thought. "Here comes the part where they tell me about their cult rituals."
"My, my. The look on your face would make me think I just told you your father died." Jaclyn said with a chuckle.
Michelle had picked up her name from across the table. She had been the first person from the group to talk to Marci and seemed to be the unspoken leader of them all.
Jaclyn asked Michelle, "Mind if I tell her?"
"Goodness, no. Please do!" Michelle said with the most mischievous smirk and went back to her conversation.
"There's really only one rule," Jaclyn went on. Without letting Marci reply she added, "No men, period."
"No men. Got it," Marci repeated with a relieved smile. She had reservations about what that really meant, but at that point she would have agreed to just about anything.
"Our group here has a quite diverse set of backgrounds," Jaclyn explained. "Everywhere from married, to divorced, to just looking bi's, to your full fledged lesbians. And probably any other silly pigeon-hole category you could think of."
She went on, "But when we're together, it's all about the girls and only about the girls. You may figure out who fits where, but don't take it personally if you don't actually get told. You see, it just doesn't matter here."
Marci looked across the table to see most of the women listening in to Jaclyn's explanation. They were nodding their unspoken approval and smiling.
Sara piped in with a chuckle, "And you never know what's gonna happen." As she spoke, she reached over and grabbed a handful of Jaclyn's right breast, giving it a gentle massage before releasing it.
Again the table roared with approval and the rules lecture was summarily ended. No other words needed to be said.
Talking about rules had brought Marci down a little. Jaclyn must have seen it in her eyes. She put her hand on Marci's leg and whispered, "You still gonna drag yourself off to the bathroom? I'm sure Sara needs the diversion from her booze if you need company. And if she won't go I sure as hell will." With that, Jaclyn flicked her tongue against Marci's ear.
Marci's down time was long gone. The breathy words and the tongue revved her back up into the tingly frenzy she had been in just a few minutes before.
"Sara," Marci said. "I need to use the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?"
"Oh God, what a great idea. I've really got to go too. Sure, I'll show you."
They both got up and Sara led Marci towards a hall in the back of the bar. Marci noticed they were about 10 steps behind Michelle, who was obviously heading to the same place.
Sara and Marci entered the bathroom to find Michelle standing by the sink looking at the door.
"I can't wait any more." Michelle said as she walked towards Marci. "I wanted to do this the second I saw you sitting at the bar."
Sara stood close as Michelle walked up to Marci, took her face in her hands and kissed her. She pulled Marci's mouth to hers and drove her tongue into her mouth.
Marci responded by putting her arms around her and eagerly returned Michelle's kiss.
Sara wasn't going anywhere. She walked behind Marci and put her hands around both of the kissing women, pulling all three of them together.
Sara moved one hand in between the others and slid it down the front of Marci's slacks. She wasted no time slipping her fingers under the top of Marci's thong. She slipped two fingers along Marci's slick lips, spreading the wetness around. Her middle finger easily slid into Marci and as she pulled it out she drew an abundance of juice across Marci's clit.
Marci moaned into Michelle's mouth as Sara let her finger linger on her clit. Her hips were moving back and forth, encouraging Sara's hand to touch her even more.
The wonderful feeling of being taken by these two women was more than Marci could stand. In just a short time she felt her knees start to give out as she came. Michelle and Sara held her up and were relentless in their kissing and rubbing. Marci felt like she came forever, her screams muffled by Michelle's mouth.
"That was amazing," was the first thing Marci was able to say.
Michelle was still holding Marci's face in her hands; her own face only inches away.
"You're a great kisser," Michelle said in a wispy voice.
Michelle turned her head just a little as Sara offered up her fingers for her to lick.
"And you taste even better!" she said. "I think I need more of that."
Watching Michelle suck Sara's fingers sent new sparks down Marci's spine. She just had one of the best orgasms of her life but was still as horny as she was a few minutes before.
The excitement must have shown on her face because Michelle smiled and slowly led her over to the sink. Sara was close behind, finishing off any tidbits of Marci's wetness that Michelle may have left on her fingers.
As they got to the sink Sara caught up and put her hands on Marci's hips. In a continued movement she reached around and undid the clasp on the front of her slacks and pulled the zipper down.
Marci was not only accepting of this move, but wiggled her hips a little so her slacks could slide to the floor.
"Oooh, perfect," cooed Michelle as she looked down at Marci.
"Sit that pretty ass of yours up on the counter." Michelle's words were more than a request, but not overly demanding.
Marci's slacks came off her as she slid on to the counter. Michelle and Sara each lifted one of Marci's feet and gently rested her heels on the edge of the counter. Her thong barely covered her swollen lips and the smell of sex was everywhere.
She leaned back against the mirror and opened her knees as far as they'd go. She was intoxicated by the moment, watching the events unfold as if she were watching a movie.
Michelle reached over and moved the thong to one side, revealing Marci's trimmed pussy. Her lips glistened with wetness and Marci almost passed out when Michelle's tongue entered her.