Man-Eater: Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Four

... her waist, rather than walk beside her.

“I’ve never had another woman interested in me, before,” she purred into Eve’s ear. “Did you mean it, or were you just trying to defuse the situation?”

“Not timid at all, I see. I like that. Yes, Marsha, I was serious. You’re very attractive, and if I’d have seen you, first, I’d introduce myself and see if we hit it off.”

“Well, now’s our chance.” Marsha stopped and guffawed at her boyfriend. He was still in the same spot, dancing better but still clumsily, where they’d left him. “Jeff! Get us a table!”

The only place to sit that was available in the packed nightclub was a tiny, round table, no larger in diameter than the drink tray, with a half-circle booth at an adjacent angle to the dance floor. Despite the close quarters, they squeezed into the curved seat. Eve was tightly pressed against Marsha’s body, and she could feel the tiny woman’s steamy flesh warming her already volcanic body.

Although not planned, Eve found herself attracted to both of them. Not only were Marsha and Jeff good-looking, which was her base criteria for random, casual sex, but they were also funny, witty, and intelligent, and Marsha took Eve’s voiced attraction and went into innuendo mode.

The two women were bantering back and forth, sexual overtones and undercurrents permeating their conversation, at such a rapid pace that Jeff just sat there, bemused, staring at the both of them with a huge smile on his face. They were having so much fun ...

... that they’d gone through two trays of drinks.

“We’re gonna turn the lights down for a minute and let all you young lovers out there slow dance in the dark,” Cassidy, the deejay, said. “Grab your partner and show us why we’re called Rule 34!”

“Goodie! A slow song,” Marsha said, smiling. “Come on, Jeff, let’s dance.”

“I’ll pass. You know I don’t like to dance much.”

“Aaah. Please?”

“I’ll dance with you, Marsha,” Eve interjected. Not waiting for an answer, she stood and pulled her short, lithe, new friend.

The two women, one with pale skin and dark, misty features, the other shiny, lithe, and sun-vibrant with blue in her hair, went onto the dance floor. Wrapping their arms around each other, Eve peered into Marsha’s eyes and then began a slow, soulful, sensual dance. The tension between the two was palpable. Jeff stretched out in the curved seat, his eyes on his girlfriend and Eve.

The two women were locked in a rocking embrace, the cadence of the slow, sensual song timing the movement of their hands. Eve caressed the woman’s back, feeling her nipples grow hard against her. Marsha copied the horny and intoxicated woman’s gestures, her hands dipping even lower, cupping Eve’s perfect ass.

Not to be outdone, Eve lowered her head, slightly, breathing warm, erotic breath into the pixieish woman’s ear. “You’re making me wet.”

Eve loosened their dancing hug, her hands dropping. She smiled with horny victory when her breath grazed Marsha’s exposed neck, and the ...