3. Meeting Caitlyn

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Yes. If I were anywhere else with anyone else, I might have taken it back. I would have blushed, giggled, and said I misspoke.

I never speak up for my own pleasure, never even think that I deserve it. Not really. But with my bra and shirt on the sticky floor, the booming music beyond the bathroom muffled by the thick walls, and the most beautiful woman's hand stroking my inner thigh, I find a confidence that I never knew was within me.

I have a right to advocate for my own pleasure, just like anyone else does. I'm going to start now. Touch me outside my panties first, I murmur.

Caitlyn looks up at me, her eyes blazing blue, and drifts her fingers inward from my inner thigh. The second she brushes over my pussy, even over the fabric of my panties, my entire body jerks, a spasm of pure pleasure electrifying me. Slowly, she leans in to press her lips to mine as her fingers begin to circle my clit.

My entire body has gone rigid, my heart pounding with such ferocity that I'm sure Caitlyn can feel it against her own chest, her tongue tracing the outer curve of my ear. So good. I gasp.

When I'm nearly panting from need, Caitlyn moves the fabric of my panties aside and glides a single finger across my slick lips. A delicious giggle froths from her throat. Did I make you this wet already? She teases.

Her other hand rests gently on my neck, her fingers playing with the hair at my nape. Her touch is so casual and easy, not clumsy like some people I've been with before. She knows what she's doing, and she's clearly enjoying every second of it.

Her fingers return to my clit, and the direct contact makes me fling my head back to hit the wall. I don't even care. How could I care about anything else but her fingers on my clit, her other hand moving down to my breast, her wordless murmurs in my ear?

I'm so absorbed that I barely notice as she pulls down my panties. As she lowers herself to her knees, though, my eyes widen. Oh.

My. God. I think as her hot breath warms my lower lips.

She runs her hands up my legs, moves them to my ass, and then eases herself forward until her mouth is on my pussy. I thought kissing a girl was good. Getting eaten out by a girl is something else entirely.

It's miraculous. It's transcendent. My husband's tongue caresses my lips, my slit, my clit, as if she's been doing it for years, as if she intimately knows my every fold already.

I screw my eyes shut so that I'm focused entirely on her tongue and lips making love to me. She elicits sounds from me I've never even heard myself make. I gasp as she sucks on my clit, and then again, louder, as she eases a finger inside me.

I clench around her finger, my whole body stiffening, and she hums her appreciation against my dripping pussy, slowly thrusting her finger in and out of me. She crooks her finger so that it massages my G-spot and resumes her mouth's attention to my clit. Light seems to be building inside me, a blinding white light that's threatening to burst at any minute.

I whine her name over and over, a prayer I never want to stop reciting. I want to come undone. I want to explode.

Finally, I do. My orgasm hits me harder than one ever has. I manage to clap my hand over my mouth as I would cry out, a vain effort not to startle anyone waiting in line for the bathroom.

What I can't control is the shaking of my legs as heat ignites and spreads throughout me like wildfire. Caitlin doesn't release my clit or slow her fingers, and I shudder erratically at the intensity of my own pleasure. Finally, it eases, and I slide down against the wall until I'm sitting on my own shirt.

My face is flushed, my breath coming hard and ragged. Everybody slowly begins to sit back in. I'm on the floor of a public bathroom, one that people have probably been wanting to use for the past 15 minutes.

Still, when Caitlin aims a dazzling smile at me, I discover that I don't care about anyone else at this moment. Hi, I say dumbly. I'm absolutely not on this planet anymore, and words are hard.

My legs are still quivering, my lips swollen and bruised, my breath coming as fast as if I'd just run a marathon. Anything more than a monosyllable isn't possible right now. Thankfully, Caitlin doesn't seem to mind.

She leans her head on my shoulder and sneaks a kiss onto my cheek. With a start, I look at her, still fully clothed and grown. I can't believe that I didn't do anything to return her favors.

As if reading my mind, though, Caitlin shakes her head. Don't be sorry. You told me last week you'd never kissed a girl, and you deserve to be focused on.

I lick my lips. This is the part where I could lose all my nerve, throw my clothes back on, and escape into the darkness. I don't want to make that mistake again.

Could I… could I do those things to you sometime? She quirks a brow. Only if you want to.

Very much. When we finally leave the bathroom, someone in line shoots us a knowing glance. We avoid their gaze, giggling like schoolgirls, as we get back to the dance floor.

Caitlin's body pressed to mine feels almost familiar. I cannot wait to explore that body in detail, with my hands and lips and tongue. For now, though, we dance, arms slung around each other, hips pressed together, smiles quick and close.

When the sun finally comes up and we stagger out of the club, I'm struck by another wave of fear. Caitlin glances sideways at me, and I wonder what I look like to her now, in the light. Mascara's probably pooling in the bags under my eyes.

My hair most likely makes me look like I've been electrocuted. Daytime Anna could stay sexy and mysterious, but Daytime Anna doesn't stand a chance. Caitlin just smiles at me and grabs my hand.

Are you a waffles person or a pancake person? Strolling to Waffle House, I decide that if Caitlin deems Daytime Anna worthy of affection, then I can too.