First Night Out – Act 2

Sam and I step out onto her glazed front porch, there is a frosty chill to the air, I think it's going to snow. Another thought also comes to mind...

"JESUS! It's cold out here! Can we go back in and put on some pants?" I exclaimed. The ensemble Sam had picked out for me didn't give much wind resistance. My upper body, clothed in the yellow bandeau, a long-sleeved black mesh top & black sequin cropped vest, was almost warm with a belted coat lightly covering my netted arms and mid-drift. The coat was pleated below the belt and allowed the wind to catch and fill the void between fabric and skin. My lower body, covered in nothing but a high wasted, pleather miniskirt, fishnet stockings and half calf, high heeled boots, is freezing! Not to mention I could barely walk in these damn boots, inside! Now Sam expects me to walk and shiver at the same time, she's a Madwoman!

"Are you kidding me?" Sam chuckles, "Ignore the cold, you look HOT! Let that keep you warm. Besides, we don't have time to find you a new outfit or we'll be late."

"Late for what?" I really don't like the way she said that.

"Well, I didn't think you would actually come with me and I had already told a couple people I would show up tonight." Sam replied, "I don't want to miss them and would love for you to meet them."

"People? Who?"

"Just a couple of guys, ya know, friends," she explained.

Oh no... When Sam mentions guy friends, you can usually translate it to "guys I've screwed." She could obviously see my concern and it seemed like she could read my thoughts.

"Don't worry Abby, I haven't fucked these guys," she says and I release a sigh of relief... She giggles, "Not yet anyways." She gives me a wink as our cab pulls up in front of her apartment and she runs down the stairs towards it.

"Wait up, I can barely walk in these things let alone run!" I yell after her, slowing making my way down the front steps.

***

We pull up to the corner of one of the main intersections downtown. We split the fare and hop out of the cab. I look up and down the street where we were let out and notice something odd. "Where's the club? I don't see any on this block?" I inquire.

"Oh you won't see this club anywhere, it's not exactly advertised." I look at Sam confused. "Don't worry, just follow me."

We walk a little ways down the street and Sam leads me down a smaller street into a quiet internet café. Stepping inside, we look entirely out of place. People I would've normally hung out with and related to are sitting silently on their computers and laptops, probably working on their major assignments like I should be. I'm feeling uncomfortable and tense up, I can see Sam's eyes wandering the café as if she's expecting to see someone she knew. "Uh... Sam are you sure we're in the right place?"

"Oh shush," she replies, "I told you not to worry, this is where my friends told me to meet them. Let's check the back room." So I hush the anxious voice in the back my head and follow Sam throughout the maze of my studying peers, through a curtained doorway into a dimmer lit room.

This room had more computers lining its walls, yet no one was using them. In the center of the room was an arrangement of bulky leather couches and chairs. Each one was occupied by persons who completely contrasted the front's rooms guests. Sam scans the room and her eyes light up.

"This way!" She grabs my hand and leads me to couch furthest away. There are two men sitting there, one of them turns around and sees Sam.

"Samantha!" the first man exclaims as he rises fluidly from his seat to hug Sam. The second man sings in chorus, "You're just in time to start the party, gurl!"

"Awe! Kiss Kiss Boys! You know I would never miss a good party, " she winks back at them. "This is my friend Abigale," She grabs my hand and lead me in front of herself as if to show me off to her friends. "This is her first night out on the town!"

"Her first night? You've gotta be kiddin' me," the second man stammers, "she looks like she could live in that outfit." I blush a bit and admit to him that Sam picked the outfit out and it wasn't really my usual taste. "But damn if you don't look fine in it!" he replies. "I'm Jonah, by the way, and this is Kriss." He points to the first man.

"So is everyone ready to take off?" Sam questions.

"Definitely Baby," says Kriss as he takes her by the waist. "Let's go Jonah, Abby-baby."

Jonah then stands really close and was about to take me by my own waist, so I stepped back. Doing so my heel slipped on a smoke pack wrapper and I started to fall backwards. Jonah grabbed me by the wrist to catch me. Caught off guard he ended up falling forward with me, onto the couch.

Roars of laughter come from the doorway. Sam and Kriss are in tears and Jonah is just laying on top of me, staring me right in the eye with a shocked look. "I-I'm so sorry," he stutters as he realizes that he is moments away from crushing my pelvis and quickly removes himself from me. He outstretches his hand to help me up. I hesitate, but eventually reach out and take his offered hand and he gets me standing again. "Guess you're not used to wearing heels either eh, Abby?" I laugh and say no and I let him wrap his arm around my waist and walk me out the door with Kriss and Sam. I don't care if he has to touch me, I don't want to fall again! My insides are still burning of embarrassment.

***

We walk for a few more minutes through the streets. I had never seen the downtown area looks so pretty and alive. The bright neon lights shining and flashing was a huge contrast, compared to the daylight's dull and gray concrete jungle. I'm expecting us to enter one of the big pumping clubs with lineups onto the streets. With music blaring and ghetto girls fighting on the patios. But there are none to be seen on this street we've turned onto, just a bunch of adult novelty stores and porn theaters. Instead, we come to a small store, built into the front of an underground parking garage. There were no bright shining lights, it had an old "For Sale" sign the realtor obviously gave up on, duct taped to the door and dark curtains in the dusty windows. It looks like no one had been in there for ages but I could hear a faint bass beat coming from inside. I was feeling a bit nervous, Sam knew this and gave me a little wink as to tell me, everything will be fine. So I took a deep breath and prayed for the best.

Jonah stops and stands us both with our backs to the wall of the building, Kriss leaves Sam beside us and steps over to the door. Both Jonah and Kriss look around a few times then at each other. Jonah gives Kriss a small nod, obviously meaning "all clear." Kriss, opening the door, ushers us all inside and quickly closes it behind himself.

Standing in the shop now, the bass has gotten louder and you can almost hear the rest of the music. Jonah leads me and the rest of the group through a door into what looks like was once a storage room, over to another dull steel door. He leaves me standing beside Sam, whom Kriss had left standing further back from the door and both the boys stood in front of it. Kriss knocks on the door and it opens. Standing in the doorway was a huge man, I swear he was almost 7 feet tall. He has a really disturbed face on and says nothing but "Password?"

"Black Box," both Kriss and Jonah say in unison and nothing more. They seem intimidated by the big doorman.

"Are the girls with you?" he inquires.

"Yes they are," the guys quickly answer.

"Okay, everyone show me their hand on their way in as they pay the entry fee of $5," he continues. He almost sounds like a machine. The guys quickly take out ten dollars each and hold it up to the door man.

"We'll be paying for the ladies," Kriss says, flashing the two 5s in the doorman's face.

"How romantic," he says as he rolls his eyes and snatches the money from their hands. The doorman takes out a stamp and inkpad. "These stamps are to verify that you've paid for entry and will allow you to get free drinks from the keg, all other drinks are $7 at the bar. Do not wash this off or bouncers and bartenders will think you're a crasher and you'll be thrown out. It also allows you re-entry if you leave. And no, I won't remember your face," he finishes explaining and starts to lead us one by one through the door, stamping each of our hands along the way.

It's only a few steps before we reach a dimly lit concrete staircase, leading us into the bowels of the building. The music and bass get louder with each step we decent. By the time we reach the bottom I can feel the vibrations of every beat inside my chest. We walk down a thin hallway to another door. Another huge bouncer is standing at this door. Even though I hadn't seen another way to have gotten in here, he makes us show him our stamps before opening the door for us.

I thought the music was loud in the hallway. Stepping inside, the volume increased tenfold. We had finally made it to the club. No club in a box office movie I had ever seen looked like this. It was grungy and dirty. The air smelled of pot, beer, and sweat. Everyone was dancing all over each other. It looked like a massive orgy, not that I have ever seen one to make reference to but I imagine this is what it would look like.

The walls were draped in curtains, they were red, purple and gold. Their only purpose was obviously to hide the grungy basement walls because they were some of the ugliest things I've ever seen. Strung from the ceiling were white Christmas lights and there was a strobe light in every corner. They were bright enough to let you see where you were going but the lighting was still dark and dreary. It really helped set the mood, which was a feeling of forbidden ecstasy.

I was completely out of my element but I couldn't help but be excited. I scan the room from wall to wall, taking in and admiring the free spirits that consume this room. Stuck in awe, I soon feel someone's breath on my ear. "I'm going to head over to the bar. Do you want a drink?" I recognize the voice, it's Sam. I turn my head and nod, she doesn't even ask what I would like to drink but that doesn't matter, I've never drank alcohol before, besides a glass of wine at family occasions, so I wouldn't even know what to ask for. Sam disappears into the crowd with Kriss in the direction of the bar and I'm left standing there with Jonah.

I turn around to face him and he's searching his pockets. It's too loud to talk to him so I lift my arms and shrug at him as to say "what's up?" He leans in close to me and yells "I forgot my smokes at the café, do you want to come with me to buy a new pack?"

Sure I'll go with him, I don't want to be left standing alone in the club but I would feel more comfortable if I told Sam where we were going. I'm thinking and looking towards the bar and I guess Jonah knew what was going on in my head. "Don't worry, it'll take about 20 minutes to get to front of the line usually, we'll be back before they even get the drinks." Jesus, that's ridiculous. So I nod my head and Jonah and I head back up the stairs.

The music slowly fades as we make our way back up the stairs. The bouncer who stamped our hands opened the door at the top for us. He meant it when he said he wouldn't remember our faces because he didn't even give us a look for leaving right after we got there. We make our way through the storage room back into the storefront. I'm walking towards the door to head back onto the street when Jonah grabs me by the hand and turns me around to face him. His grip and the momentum he spun me around by frightened me. What did he want?!

"Hold on," he says, "there's something I have to tell you"

"Umm... What?" I stammer, I'm trying to pull my arm away from his grasp but he's not letting go.

"I really like you. I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I can tell, wherever you go you're strong and charming," he tells me. Strong and charming? What? This guy doesn't know me at all, but it was still nice to hear. He continues and asks, "Would I be out of line if I were to kiss you right now?"

My face flushes, he wants to kiss me? "I'm sorry, with other girls I wouldn't have bothered to ask and have just done it, but, I have so much respect for you that I had to ask first." He takes another step closer to me.

"O..okay," I reply meekly. I could barely think but in the background all I could hear was Sam's voice repeating "You're such a prude," which angered me and I remembered her saying, "I bet once I get you all hot and fancy, guys will be lining up to kiss your pretty face. And if you let them, you'll be a pro by the end of the night." I guess she was kinda right, so I let him.

He slowly leans towards my face and I close my eyes. His lips are surprisingly soft and warm and they feel so good against mine. It wasn't long before I was swept up in passion. Our arms wrapped around each other, Jonah leads me towards a corner of the store where there is a tall counter. We never let go of each other. Leaning up against the counter now his hands start to explore my body. I'm in a completely euphoric state. I almost forgot where I was, although each time I remembered I was extremely turned on. I felt like such a dirty girl... And I loved it!

One of Jonah's hands finds it way up through the netted mess of my shirt and under the bandeau. It was rough and soft, gentle and firm all at the same time. I let out a small moan, encouraging him to continue. He understood my signal and his other hand went from the small of back to the front of my stomach, down between my legs. Pleasure struck me like a lightning bolt, my knees weakened and so I placed my feet farther apart to give him better access and permission to explore my body further.

He rips my fishnet stockings in the crotch for even closer contact with my privates. My panties are soaking wet, the cool air of the storefront and the warmth of his hand was an exotic contrast as the moist fabric intertwined itself with pussy. I remove my lips from Jonah's to make a gasp for air, I arched my back and leaned my pelvis into his hand. He increases the pressure on my clit and now has me riding the edge. I can feel the erotic tension building like it had before with Sam and thought I was going to orgasm, when he stopped.

I open my eyes, wondering why he had stopped. Was he sick of me already? Had I done something wrong? I look at him in puzzlement as he removes his hands from under my shirt and from beneath my skirt. I could've sworn he was finished with me but instead he reaches around and grabs my ass. Bending his knees he slides his hands down my ass, grabs my upper thighs and lifts me onto the counter. Once placed, he gingerly slides both his hands up my skirt and grabs hold of my panties and stockings. I kick off my boots and lift my ass, allowing him to pull them off of me.

He licks his fingers and begins to trace and outline my pussy lips. His light touch sent tingles down my spine and throughout my entire body. I'm about to let out a moan but instead I grab Jonah's hand and press a finger to my lips, telling him to hush. He looks at me shocked but soon realizes why I had stopped him. We both focus our attention to the storefront entrance and it's slowly beginning to open, we freeze. Two girls walk through the door, laughing and chattering away about how good of a night they're going to have. I smirk despite my current panic of being seen, no one is having a better night than I am.

Our eyes follow them from the front of the dark empty room into the back and we both breathe a sigh of relief and laugh. I'm about to stop so I can say "Phew that was a close one" but rather I release a high pitched gasp as Jonah buries his face into my crotch. Apparently, the excitement of almost being caught has increased his excitement for me even more and he starts to devour my pussy.

Sucking in my inner lips, he flicks my opening with his tongue. I had never felt like this before. I want to lean back but there is nothing to support me and I don't wish to fall off the counter. So I spread my legs as far as I can and hold onto his head for dear life.

His tongue makes its way from my lips, up to my clit and he supplely sucks and licks upon it. I can feel every motion of the tip of his tongue exploring new land. Circling around a map not even I have taken the time to explore. The feeling was similar but oh so different from when Sam had latched herself to my breast. I felt the pleasure levels rising, this time radiating from between my legs instead of my chest. I have no idea how the bouncer couldn't hear my moans as they echoed throughout the room.

I'm now praying no one else enters the building but if they were to, I wouldn't make Jonah stop this time. They can see me, they can see us, I don't care. This moment is beautiful and I wasn't about to let it stop. I moaned and our breath is heavy and hard, even in the cool air we are sweating feverous pleasure. I never wanted him to remove his face from my lower lips.

The tension has now amounted to levels so high I'm practically screaming for more. "Don't stop" escapes from my lips and I apply more pressure to the back of Jonah's head. He follows my lead and presses his tongue harder upon my clit. He lifts his head only to spit on it and continues to ravage me. God, it was so hot, I remove one of my hands from his hair to grab my breast, I needed something more malleable to hold onto. "Oh god yes!" I scream, "Don't stop."

I'm grinding and lifting my pelvis into his face, I'm almost there. The pleasure has nearly radiated to every part of my body. My toes have started to numb, I've lost all motor control over my facial expression. I imagine I no longer look like a lady and more like a wild animal, lips pursed, teeth bared. I let out another moaning "Don't stop" as it happens.

I'm so sorry Jonah, I have his head in a vice grip between my thighs. I arch my back and nearly lift myself off the counter using the poor man's head. But at the same time I didn't care, this is the most amazing thing I've ever felt, I sound like a broken record on a loop as I cry out "yes, Yes, YES!" and he never stopped sucking and licking the whole time. My entire body shakes, I can barely take a breath in and as quick as it had hit me, the orgasm was over and I release Jonah from my legs.

He stands up and stumbles back and rests himself against a covered display case. We both stay in place, panting wildly in the silence. Gazing into each other's eyes, I break the quiet by saying "That... was incredible," and I admitted, "No one has ever done that to me before, you're the first to eat me out."

Jonah looks at me in shock, so I admit to him that I'm a virgin and he was the first to pleasure me in such a way. I'm almost certain this would scare him away but I needed to tell the truth. Instead, Jonah just smirks and ponders to himself for a few seconds before he chuckles, "Well lucky me, I really hope it won't be our last then."

My face flushes, "I certainly hope not," and I give a little giggle. What the hell? Why the hell am I acting like a flirtatious high school girl?

Jonah gives me a wink before helping me down from the counter, he picks up my panties off the dirty floor and puts on this amused face. "Do you still want these?"

"Ew no they're dirty now!" I laugh as I put my boots back on and toss the fishnets into the corner, I doubt Sam would want them back now.

"Alright," he says and he puts them in his pocket, "a token from me lady," he says with a bad British accent. We both chuckle. "Now let's go get those smokes and get back downstairs before Kriss and Sam realize we're missing. He takes me by the hand and we walk out the door.

End of Act 2.