Lesbian Party

Lillian's POV

"Seriously, you need to stop." 

Sniffling, I wiped my eyes with the tissue. 

I didn't know how to stop crying.

"Tell me why I should when my husband has been ignoring me for A WEEK. It's so unlike him and it's getting me worried." My voice was hoarse and barely audible.

"See why I like women?" Fedora tried to lighten the air but it wasn't working.

"Not helping." 

"Yeah, right. Sorry." She chuckled softly. "Maybe he's indeed too busy saving lives and all that shit the military does. Come on, you knew what you were getting into when you said I do." 

"It's been 3 months after he returned home for only two weeks the last time. These days he stays at home for few weeks and spends months out there. It's unfair to me."

"Tell their superior that." Fedora shrugged, patting my back before walking up to the cabinet to get something. 

"What are you doing?" I eyed her suspiciously, dampening my wet cheek.

"We're going to let go. Drink champagne, go out and let loose." Fedora encouraged, bringing two glass cups. "You know you have a light head, so let's start small."

Burying my face in my palm, I mumbled, "I don't want to drink. I just want to keep crying."

"And has your crying brought him back? Did it stop the embarrassment from happening to you last time at the party you held for him!" Fedora's tone was sharp. "It didn't. Your crying is not helping matters here, Lilly. Really."

"But..."

"But nothing. Take a sip of that shit. I'll go find you something to wear and we're leaving this prison of a house." Fedora downed her drink before strutting away. 

She was right. 

Crying would only make me sick. It doesn't solve shit.

I needed some time away to clear my head anyway. After emptying the glass, I strolled upstairs to meet her in my room, searching my closet.

"Aha! I knew you'd keep this." Fedora flashed me the cloth, jiggling it in the air.

"No!" Shaking my head, I snatched it from her. 

"Come on!!! Look hot for once. We're not going to where men will check you out anyway." Fedora begged.

"It's short and revealing!" I argued, eyeing the dress one more time.

It was tempting though.

"One night. No men. Just women. Tell them you're straight and they'll fuck off." Fedora held my hand, pouting like a cute little puppy.

Urghh!

"F...fine." I frowned, looking away.

"Yes! I'll wear this one." She picked out another dress she gifted me on my birthday. She was so used to gifting me so much revealing dresses.

Sometimes I feel like it's for her own benefit. 

Like today, for instance.

After putting on a little make up here and there, we dressed and left the house. 

A lesbian party wasn't the best place to unwind but my friend was weird and I was buying into her weirdness.

The normal world was boring. I thought I could use a change of environment; finally get to see what she does.

I was supportive of her sexuality but never really cared much since I thought I was too straight.

"You'd enjoy watching at least." She held my waist, pulling me inside. "Oh wow! Today is Strip Saturday. Now this is going to be more fun." 

Huh?

Deciding I didn't understand shit, I just went with the flow. Smiling and nodding like a buffalo.

Unlike the normal club where men and women were seen grinding against each other, it was girls only. They rocked against each other, rhyming to the beat of the soft music.

Everything in here was soft. The colors on the wall, the lights, the atmosphere and the women.

They were beautiful too.

"This is the most fun part." Fedora pushed another door open, flashing her VIP card to the female bouncer. Her eyes roamed my body, her tongue sliding over her lips.

I didn't even have time to shiver in discontent because then my eyes landed on half naked girls, walking around with just lingeries. 

"Oh wow!"

"Try not to clench your thighs. I gotta go meet someone. Sit tight and drink. I'll be back." Fedora pecked my cheek, running off.

I knew she was chasing one dark haired girl because her eyes wouldn't leave her body.

Lesbian thingy.

Sighing, I sat at the bar stool ordering for something. The girl tried to flirt but I told her I was married and not interested. She rolled her eyes in return though, serving me my drink.

Men, I didn't know who taught her how to mix drink but this drink was strong as fuck.

Just what I needed.

Suddenly the curtains at the end of the room, swiped open revealing a big glass with two girls inside.

Squinting my eyes, I tried to figure out what they were doing. At first, they started by kissing each other sensually and then it digressed to licking their private parts.

And boy!

That made shivers run down my spine. 

It was so hot.

Heat began to crawl up my body as I watched the brown haired girl latch her vagina to the other blonde girl's vagina, grinding slowly. Their sweet moans filled the air.

My legs instinctively pressed together, my wetness soaking me through my panties.

"It's called tribbing or scissoring." A girl said from beside me, making me jerk harshly. 

"You startled me." Chuckling, I placed my hand on my chest.

She smiled, placing her hand on my thigh, rubbing it there smoothly. "Sorry purple." 

"Purple?"

"Your dress." She remarked. "It's purple."

She raised her hand to my face, pushing a tendril of hair to the back of my ear. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

"I... I -" I am straight. I wanted to say.

But the words wouldn't come out as her sweet smell evaded my nostrils, her hot breath fanning my neck as she spoke.

"Would you like me to help you with that? Your eyes tells me you want to be fucked like that."