Club Tabu
© 2001 Bereccaemarie

I was standing outside the nightclub waiting for my friends Jeremy and 
Kelly to show up. We were supposed to have met at eleven. It was now 
eleven-thirty and they were nowhere to be found. I crossed my arms and 
looked down at myself. I was wearing knee-high silver boots, a black 
mini-skirt, silver halter-top with a Superman logo on it and large hoop 
earrings. My long dark hair was up in a clip with pieces framing my 
face. My hair was tipped in silver and I had sequined clips in my hair 
simply for show.

About twenty minutes later, Kelly and Jeremy walked up. Both were 
flushed and their clothes were kind of wrinkled. I just rolled my eyes. 
They were always making out it seemed. Jeremy was about six-feet tall 
with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in black leather 
pants and a purple top. I never understood his sense of style or what 
Kelly saw in him. Kelly was dressed similarly to me, but just toned 
down a bit. Instead of a mini-skirt, she wore black flair pants and a 
pink tank top. Her red hair was pulled back into two ponytails on the 
side of her head adorned with ribbons. She looked about twelve. 
Fortunately for her, it was eighteen and over night at the club, the 
bouncer wouldn't really care. At least we were all over eighteen. Me, 
well, I was pushing twenty-one, but didn't look it at all. I was only 
about five-feet tall. Kelly, on the other hand, was about five-ten. I 
always looked out of place with them, but then again, Kelly was my best 
friend and I couldn't help the fact that she was dating Jeremy.

We headed into the club, and I paid the cashier. Finding the bass 
thumping and the club packed with people already, I found myself a spot 
on the dance floor and began moving my body to the beat. The DJ, 
Roundboy, was okay. My favorite was still K Max. Now he was the best DJ 
in the whole area. And he not only spun at the clubs on Saturday night, 
he was also an on air personality at the local top forty station. I was 
out there grooving to Shaggy and *NSYNC's "Pop" when I felt someone 
brush up against me. I didn't think anything of it; there were tons of 
people on the floor. Then this person brushed up against me again. The 
beat slowed slightly, as the Roundboy put on the remix of BSB's "More 
than That." I couldn't believe he was playing that song. I always felt 
like I was singing in slow motion to it. He could've played "The Call." 
K Max would have.

The person behind me put their hands on my hips and pulled me into 
them. It was then that I realized it was a girl who was making the 
moves on me. Not that I cared. I mean, I was a lesbian, after all. But 
usually, no one could tell. That was the thing that shocked me. This 
chick was being way forward with someone she didn't know and it was in 
a very public place. Her lips were by my ear and she said, "Tell me I'm 
not making a huge mistake."

I just shook my head, too involved in her touch to turn around. Her 
voice rang in my ear, making me want to quiver. We swayed our hips to 
the music, feeling the beat and by the time the song had ended, she had 
leaned over and said, "Let's get out of here." I turned around to look 
at her and was met with amazing green eyes staring at me. She took my 
hand and led me to a door towards the back of the room. I glanced over 
my shoulder at my best friend and her boyfriend. They were back to 
sucking face. I just rolled my eyes again and followed this young woman 
who was my height out the back door.

The door closed behind us in the dark alleyway and suddenly we were 
surrounded by silence. It was refreshing after the overkill of DJ 
Roundboy. "Are you okay with this?" she asked, her question loaded with 
multiple meanings and she knew it too.

Was I okay with us being out there? Was I okay with her being a girl? 
It was all fine with me. I just shrugged my shoulders while looking 
over her in the harsh lighting from neon signs around the corner. She 
was also in a mini-skirt and high-heeled boots. She was wearing a tight 
black tee shirt with red sequins on it in a design I really couldn't 
make out. Her hair was black, short and spiked and she had blue tips. I 
knew what she had used. I was thinking of cutting all my hair off and 
doing the same thing!

"I like your shirt," she commented. I grinned and ducked my head. For 
some reason this little girl before me made me lose my voice. Her 
squeaky voice and cute little giggle just made my heart stop. She 
suddenly leaned in really close to me, backing me against the wall. 
Planting her lips to mine, I think I surprised her when I kissed her 
back instead of pulling away. For all my lack of talking, I made up for 
it in the kissing. I placed my hands on her cheeks and kissed her lips 
with much more force than she was expecting. I forced her lips open 
with my tongue and dove in, exploring her teeth and gums. It had been a 
while since I had kissed anyone so I surprised myself remembering how 
to be so forceful. For her part she pushed back, probing my mouth with 
her tongue while her hands moved down my body. Reaching down to cup my 
breasts through my shirt, she massaged my body, making my nipples hard 
nubs, sensitive to the touch. She broke away from the kiss momentarily 
as she felt the peaks on her palms. She glanced at me, as if to ask if 
she was doing anything wrong. To reassure her that she wasn't doing 
anything wrong but everything right, I pulled her back into my lips and 
kissed her again. Her hands moved lower down my body, slipping around 
my waist and then over my rear. I slipped my hands over her shoulders, 
around her neck, keeping her near me. She squeezed my cheeks with both 
hands before continuing the trek down my body. Over the back of my 
thighs her fingers traced, leaving a hot trail behind them. I was 
seriously turned on by this little bombshell in my arms and whatever 
she was planning I hoped she did something quick or I was gonna trade 
places with her and make her scream my name. Her fingers found the hem 
of my skirt and she inched her way up the interior of my thigh. I knew 
her target and gently stepped aside to give her access to that place I 
figured she was longing for. I broke the kiss and began kissing her 
neck as she came in contact with what she was looking for. For some 
strange reason I had opted not to wear any panties that night, maybe 
hoping I would get lucky. My intuition had paid off. Her fingers 
caressed my folds with such grace I knew she was a musician of some 
sort. Rubbing my clit from beneath my skirt, she made me go weak in my 
knees but she tightened her grip around my waist, keeping me pinned to 
the brick wall behind me. My juices were beginning to get the best of 
me. If she didn't do what I was hoping she would soon I was going to 
start dribbling down my leg and I really didn't want to do that. 
Fortunately for me, she obliged my silent wish by driving two really 
long fingers deep into my core. I practically screamed when she entered 
me. Her fingers were smooth as silk and my own smoothness made for a 
ride that I was thoroughly enjoying. Her thrusts into my body were even 
and rhythmical, this telling me that she really was a musician. The 
long slender fingers inside me made me think of the piano. She had 
literally no fingernails which to rake my insides with and this 
reinforced the piano idea. Not bothering to take her time, she built me 
to an incredible climax rather quickly and before I knew it, sweat was 
starting to pool on my forehead and even though it was a cool night, I 
felt like my entire body was on fire.

The climax itself came almost before I was ready for it. Overwhelming 
me with pleasure, I just about fell to the ground as I peaked. I had 
never experienced something so incredible in my life. But then again, I 
had never had a one-night stand before either. I knew I needed to 
return the favor. As she withdrew her fingers from me, I reached up 
under her skirt to that soft place at the apex of her legs. I was still 
coming down from my orgasm when I realized that she was wearing 
underwear. No matter. I just pushed them aside and felt for her lips. 
They were already slightly damp so I worked there for a while, teasing 
them, rubbing them, making more sweet succulent juice flow from her 
body. When I finally felt that I had had enough of teasing her, I 
entered her slowly, exploring every part of her interior. Finding spots 
that made her gasp, I committed those to memory and went back moments 
later pushing against them, causing her to gasp again. Her breathing 
quickly became erratic and she placed her head on my shoulder as I 
continued my torture of her body. She squeezed my shoulders with her 
hands when she came, enjoying the feeling of someone inside her. When I 
went to pull out she stopped me, wanting to savor the feeling just a 
little bit longer. I obliged and stayed within her for another minute 
before finally managing to pull my fingers out of her sticky core. She 
pulled me in and kissed me again just as we heard the door to the club 
open nearby.

We both let go of each other and moved away slightly. There was blonde 
bombshell of the Backstreet Boys, Nick Carter and his girlfriend Angie. 
"There you are Krystal, we've been looking all over for you," he said 
to the petite woman near me. "We're leaving soon."

Krystal nodded and told him she'd meet him on the street and he closed 
the door.

I stared at her. "Krystal?" I said.

"So she does speak," she joked, smiling.

"I...I didn't know..."

She smiled again. "No one does. Don't worry about it." She quickly 
kissed my cheek and ran down the alleyway to a waiting car. Hopping in, 
she waved and winked in my direction. I just stood there and tilted my 
head back on the wall, looking up at the stars that peeked through the 
towering buildings. I had just had sex with Krystal, the Backstreet 
Boys opening act. I shook my head slowly, when the door nearby opened 
yet again. This time it was Kelly.

"Hey you," she said. "You ready to go? It's almost one-thirty and you 
know I hate being here when they close." I nodded walked over to her. 
"So who was the chick?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said as we walked back into 
the club together.