Finnigans Wake

Chloe was completely drunk. Two raspberry Long Island iced teas, a cider, and who knows how many shots. Considering it usually takes only two pints of cider to get her good and happy, this was a sight to see.

And apparently Lana did see. From up there on the third floor. But Chloe didn’t know it.

She was laughing and being herself with her friends down there on the dance floor. The more she drank, the more interesting her dancing got. More sensual. More…just more. She moved with the music like it was a part of her, and craved the beat. It was raw. That’s what it was, raw and hungry. And three hours into it, she still didn’t look satisfied. Lana waited for her to take a break, sit on the side for a bit and relax, catch her breath.

Damn she looked hot.

Lace up knee high boots. Button down the center corduroy skirt. Beige. Black slinky tank tha that hugged her curves. She was beautiful.

She didn’t know what to say or do. Chloe didn’t know he was there. It was a different world. It was outside of school world. There was something about the way she looked though, when she thought no one was watching. Something that told Lana there was a lot going on there that no one probably knew about.

Lana was pretty buzzed by now. Enough to finally go up to Chloe.

She was staring off into space. Sitting down next to her, she just stared right at her until the blonde came back from wherever her mind went.

“Whoa, where did you come from?”

“I saw you from upstairs, thought I would come say hello.”

“Hello,” she smiled, still drinking from her straw. “Never expected you to be in a place like this. You here with other peoples?”

“No, I just like to come here sometimes and watch people. Didn’t expect to see you on the dance floor.” She paused, a smirk growing on his face. “Making a lot of friends out there. Do you dance like that with everyone?”

She started blushing, “Oh lord, I can’t believe you saw that. I’m sorry, I’m just a weeeee bit tipsy.” She put her empty glass down on the table. “And what’s wrong with the way I dance? I was having a good time.”

“Yes, that was very apparent. Very. And I didn’t say anything was wrong with it.”

Her head was bopping slightly to the Janet Jackson song that came on. It was a remix of “If”. She was watching the floor, obviously wanting to get back out there. Lana took a deep breath and decided to just go for it.

“C’mon.” She stood up and held out her hand. Chloe looked at her blankly, not knowing how to take it.

“I know you want to dance, so let’s go dance. I promise not to embarrass you too much.”

She couldn’t say no. Not to her.

They started moving to the beat, not quite touching. It felt good though, and fun. Lana leaned closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder so that she could pull her to her.

“You’re really good, you know that?” Chloe shrugged in response.

“I pretty much consider myself a spaz. But who cares, as long as it’s fun.”

They stayed close like that, neither one removing their hands, slowly adjusting to a more comfortable position. They were practically grinding now.

It was weird for Chloe. She had never seen Lana bold like this, or even dance like this.

It was getting to that point, where either something was going to happen, or it wasn’t. They were both drunk, a perfect excuse for whatever did happen. So Chloe took action. She looked up at Lana, raised a hand to the back of her head and starting playing with her hair. She got the message. They both leaned in and kissed.

Lightly at first, as if asking if this was alright, then a little deeper. There was desire there. They both felt it. A craving they both felt was being satisfied, and it would only get hotter. There was no way this could continue inside the bar.

They stumbled out to the street.

“Where are we going?” Lana slurred, wanting to kiss Chloe again.

“Somewhere a little more private.”

Chloe and Lana ran down the sidewalk until they reached an old barn.

“In my wildest dreams I never thought you would feel this way about me,” Chloe confessed as she pulled Lana to her, leaning against the barn wall.

In answer, Lana covered Chloe’s mouth with her own. She tasted like coffee, sweet vanilla coffee.

Chloe’s hands started traveling, find Lana’s small and perky breasts. She massaged them slowly and tenderly. They stopped kis so so clothes could be discarded. They silently took each other in.

Lana bent and took Chloe’s breast into her mouth. A quiet moan escaped from Chloe, urging Lana to go on. Chloe reached down between Lana’s legs and very lightly grazed her panties. She smiled at the gasp she elicited from Lana. They were both panting now, the heat growing between their legs, their movements getting faster. Lana’s hand traveled south to mimic Chloe’s movements, pushing their bodies closer and kissing fiercely.

Chloe pushed Lana to the ground started kissing down her jaw. She nibbled lightly at Lana’s ear, then neck, throat, down to her breasts. She broke from the path to kiss each breast. Continuing down to her belly button, pausing to look up at Lana’s eyes, filled with desire. She reached her goal and began to take in her lover’s juices. There was a sweetness to it, and Chloe couldn’t get enough. Her tongue teased Lana’s clit with expertise. Lana’s hips were bucking as Chloe inserted her fingers, still teasing away.

“Chloe!” she screamed as she spilled over the edge, arching her back while grabbing Chloe’s hair.

Chloe climbed back up to hover above Lana, letting their nipples brush against each other. Lana pulled her down and tasted herself on Chloe’s lips. She flipped Chloe over and began to give her the same service and attention she received. Chloe was moaning uncontrollably as Lana played games with her nub. IT didn’t take long for Chloe climax, Lana helping her ride out the waves of pleasure with her fingers, moving up to trap her mouth once again.

They lay on top of each other just feeling their heartbeats calm down.
This was definitely going to happen again.

TBC…