My girlfriend and I go out for dinner, drinks and dancing once a month.

Ladies’ night, if you will. Gina and I met in our early 20s, when we were club kids in the city, working bottle service at the hottest clubs and partying with the rich and famous. Now, we’re both buttoned-up professionals, but on our date nights, we relive our“glory days” and party like it’s 1999 — or at least 2009.

Since our wild-and-crazy days tapered off, I got married and settled down, while Gina’s gone from guy to guy, never finding“The One.” A few months ago, while we were at our favorite bar, we started talking about how we were both sexually frustrated. Gina hadn’t dated anyone in six months and was going through a dry spell; my husband was traveling so much for his job that we’d had very little sex in recent weeks, and when we did, it was boring and bland. We started talking about the“good old days” when we would go out and pick up a new guy every weekend, sometimes meeting a guy on Friday night and staying with him until Sunday evening before heading home and never seeing the guy again.

“Sex was so much more exciting back then,” I grumbled as we shared our second bottle of wine. Then I went on and on about how boring things had gotten with Jason and how much I hated that our jobs kept us so busy and stressed that we didn’t have the time or energy to have the kind of sex I know we were both craving.

“At least you have someone to fuck,” Gina retorted.“Ever since I gave up one-night stands, I haven’t gotten laid once. Can you even begin to comprehend how much I miss sex?”

I had to admit that Gina had it much worse, and I promised we’d find her a guy soon enough, someone good enough to be more than a one-night stand. And she assured me that once Jason finished his latest project at work, he’d be home for a while and we’d be able to have hot, passionate sex again.

Then, our commiserating out of the way, we decided it was time to hit the club and“shake our groove things.”
My favorite DJ was spinning at the club that night, and Gina and I were already nice and tipsy, so between the music and the wine, we were more than ready to dance ourselves silly and not give a damn about what anyone thought.

As the night wore on, though, the music went from fun and danceable to decidedly sexy. Gina and I started dancing closer and grinding on each other, joking around like when we were younger, but eventually, the jokey element seemed to die and we were staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Then, the next thing I knew, we were kissing.

Gina and I had kissed plenty when we were younger, usually when we were sloppy drunk and trying to make some guy jealous, but this kiss was different. There had always been an attraction between us, some sort of feminine desire, but we’d never acted on it before. Now, though, with both of us so frustrated by our sex lives, it made sense that we would turn to each other.

I don’t know who kissed who first, but when we finally broke our lip-lock to suck down some air, Gina was the one who suggested we“get out of here,” and I readily agreed, taking her hand in mine and following her as she wended her way through the club and out onto the sidewalk. With my free hand, I pulled my phone out of my purse and used my ride-share app to order a car to pick us up and take us back to Gina’s place.

It took two minutes for our ride to arrive, and we stood silently on the corner, holding hands and staring at each other while we waited. Even though we were quiet, I could tell from her expression that she wasn’t having second thoughts — and neither was I. I was just anxious to get back to her apartment for what would happen next.

We had to release our hold on each other to get into the car, but as soon as we’d sat down, I reached out and took her hand in mine again, and once the car started to move, she leaned over and kissed me. This kiss was softer and sweeter than the one we’d shared on the dance floor, but it was also much more passionate. There was something in the way she kissed me that made me feel warm in my chest, that feeling you get when you first kiss someone you’ve been flirting with and hoping would kiss you. I hadn’t felt anything that good in weeks with Jason, maybe longer. Now, with Gina, though, I felt it again.

When we broke apart this time, we held eye contact for a heartbeat, but I know I felt a little bashful. Gina’s eyes darted down and back up several times, giving away how nervous she felt, too. No matter what had gone on between us before, this was new territory, and we clearly felt how big this moment was for us.

“Gina was a natural. The way she licked me had me quaking right from the start.”

By the time we got to Gina’s apartment, however, we had gotten through whatever anxieties we had and were back to feeling hot and passionate and very, very ready to take things to the next level. It was on.

Inside, we went straight to her bed, dropping our coats and bags and kicking off our shoes like we would if we were just stumbling in from a night out, but this time there was more meaning behind our actions.

I stopped in front of her bed and waited for her to make the next move, and she hesitated for only a second before she kissed me again and pushed me onto the mattress. She straddled my lap and moved to kiss me once more, and I eagerly reciprocated, my hands going under her blouse to explore her body as we made out.

Her skin was soft under my fingertips, and I loved exploring the curves of her body. I let my hands trail over her breasts and ribs, then slipped my hands around her back and stroked up and down her spine, making her moan into my mouth.

While I explored her body, she explored mine, her hands sensually skimming across my stomach and up over my shoulders and to my neck. When she moved to pull up my shirt, I broke our kiss and lifted my arms, letting her remove it, and then pulled her top off as well. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her small breasts not needing the extra support, and I sighed as they came into view. Her pink nipples were hard and her breasts stood up like perky peaches. Each one was a perfect handful, and I cupped them in my palms, weighing them in my hands, before I leaned forward and took one rosy nipple into my mouth and sucked.

She moaned as my tongue flicked across her nub, and the sound of her pleasure sent a jolt of excitement through me. I felt my pussy dampen, and I realized that my hips were bucking lazily against her as I worshipped her breasts.

Gina noticed my arousal, too, and she pushed my head away from her chest to kiss me before she eased me down on my back. She climbed off my lap and worked at freeing me from my pants and thong, and as soon as she had my bare pussy in front of her, she leaned in and slowly licked me from back to front, tracing her tongue along the full length of my sex.

I shuddered as she lapped at me. I marveled that even though we’d never been with each other, or any other women, we’d taken to this experience as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And I suppose it was, because of how close we’d always been. But those thoughts were pushed from my mind as Gina ran the tip of her tongue over my clit, eliciting spasms of extreme pleasure. God, it felt good!

Gina was a total natural when it came to cunnilingus, and the way she sucked and licked me had me quaking right from the start. She alternated between slow licks along my slit and flicks of her tongue against my clit, with occasional thrusts of her tongue and fingers into my pussy. She mixed up her moves, keeping me on edge and never knowing what she was going to do next. And when I came, it was explosive. I swear I saw fireworks.

I wanted to lay back and savor the incredible feelings she’d given me, but even more I wanted to return some of the bliss I’d experienced. I asked Gina to remove her remaining clothes. She did as I asked immediately, and then I pulled her up and maneuvered her so that she was kneeling with her pussy right over my face. She started to protest, I guess thinking I wasn’t really interested in going down on her.“You don’t have to… ” she started to say, but I cut her off by planting my mouth on her dripping sex and slurping up the juices that had gathered at her entrance.

While my tongue traveled up and down her slit, my hands grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them rhythmically. I loved how her curvy butt felt in my hands, but even more, I loved having her taste in my mouth. I’d never eaten pussy before, but if I’d known women tasted as good as Gina, I’d definitely have started sooner. I loved the tang of her juices, and the way her smoothly waxed sex felt under my tongue, and I loved the ecstatic moans I heard emanating from her.

When she started to rock back and forth on my face, grinding her pussy into my mouth and nose, I went crazy. I dropped one hand from her ass so I could frig my clit while I sucked her off. I pressed firmly against her clit and started stimulating her button with the flat of my tongue, and the act drove her wild. She was shouting out her joy before I knew what was happening, and I felt a second small climax rock my body, as well.

After we’d both reached orgasm, we crawled further into the bed so we could lie next to each other. My face was smeared with Gina’s juices, and her short hair was messed up from being squeezed between my thighs, but we both smiled when we looked at each other.

We spent the rest of the night — the rest of the weekend, really — exploring one another’s bodies and learning what got the other off. By the time I went home on Sunday evening, we were both completely spent, but also sexually sated like never before.

Gina met a new guy a week later, and Jason finally finished his project, so we’re both feeling more fulfilled lately, but that hasn’t put an end to our sexual relationship. Now, Gina and I have a new monthly ritual: drinks, dancing — and sex.

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