Sabrina and Retrograde (lesbian)
“Ok, now the gummy has kicked in!,” Sabrina said, turning to her best friend
“Perfect timing! I think this is the last song from the opener, so Retrograde should come out any minute!,” Lizzy squealed. Sabrina and Lizzy had purchased these tickets months ago, and they couldn’t believe that the day was finally here. When they found out that Retrograde, whose popularity was soaring, was playing in a small lesbian club in the city, they smashed their piggy banks to pay top dollar to see them in such a small venue. They convinced themselves it was worth it, if only to have a great story to tell their future grandchildren.
Sabrina dressed to turn heads, wearing tight black jeans that hugged her hips and thighs and a faded and thread bare Paramore shirt over a visible, lacy black bra. Her long, wavy chocolate brown hair cascaded down her back and looked impossibly soft. She most certainly wanted to be noticed in this crowd of young, hot, gay women.
Sabrina admired the sights and sounds of the club. Thanks to the THC lighting up her brain, every feeling was amplified, from the bodies brushing against hers in the pit to the mesmerizing light show. The club was hot and sweaty, but not in an uncomfortable way. She admired all the visibly queer people in the audience, and her heart swelled with joy.
“I know I’m stoned right now,” she turned to Lizzy, “but I hope I never stop appreciating how fucking amazing it is that I get to live in this city.”
“Ok, tone down the heart eyes,” she said with a dramatic eye roll. “I thought you were going to be scanning the crowd for a hot woman to fuck in the bathroom?”
“Oh yeah, I’m doing that too, don’t worry,” Sabrina reassured her friend and punctuated it with a suggestive wink and playful chuckle. “And you were brave to come here on a night like this, Lizzy. Every lesbian in the tri-state area is packed like sardines in this club! You’re going to be fighting them off all night!”
Her ride-or-die was disturbingly straight, but also a dyke magnet. Every time they went out for drinks, Sabrina had no trouble finding the lesbians, as they were always pawing at Lizzy after two drinks. Lizzy is a bit of a tomboy; she doesn’t wear make up and will often show up to the gay bar in a WNBA jersey, so she shouldn’t be surprised that she gets this type of attention in a place called The Scissor Shack.
Lizzy was rarely interested in going out to find a hookup; in fact, she had been celibate for so long that Sabrina was wondering if she was preparing to move into a convent. Sabrina, on the other hand, was a serial dater, hopping from relationship to relationship so much that she was growing weary of her own pattern. Frankly, she was bored. She was no stranger to hookups, but could never really shake the internal thought “is she the one?,” so she could never fully lean into a ho phase. And no, the drunk, jobless woman at the bar was never the one, but Sabrina always struggled to be casual.
The buzzing crowd quieted, then erupted into a roar when the DJ’s music stopped suddenly and the house lights dimmed. Everyone knew the band was about to take the stage, so the crowd of at least 400 queer women squealed with anticipation.
At first, you could only hear the bass and the drums. Sabrina’s heart pounded as she felt every bit of the crowd’s energy. The adrenaline rush coursing through her veins was intoxicating, and Sabrina was totally addicted.
When the stage lights came on, they revealed the band, which opened with their new song “Pisces Moon.” The energy was absolutely electric as the crowd scream-shouted the lyrics so loudly that no one could hear the lead singer.
Sabrina found it impossible to take her eyes off the drummer, Frankie Mills. She was not the kind of person to nurture celebrity crushes, but she felt starstruck. Frankie was wearing a black leather vest and very short shorts with fishnet stockings. Despite how dark it was in the club, Sabrina could see her bright red lips and couldn’t take her eyes off them. Frankie was feminine, and Sabrina typically dated more androgynous women, but something about her soft, feminine body behind the drum kit revealed something primal within her.
“How does Frankie play like that with her hair all over her face?,” Lizzy asked.
“Oh my god, Lizzie, she’s a rock star! Don’t be a weirdo!,” Sabrina said, who found herself daydreaming about pushing that auburn hair out of her face so she could look in her eyes while she was fucking her. Clearly the gummy was making her horny.
Sabrina and Lizzy danced non-stop throughout Retrograde’s set. Sabrina tried to look at literally anything that was not the hot drummer, but she failed spectacularly. She studied her arms, her cheekbones, her cleavage, and everything in between. She imagined how soft her skin must be and how it will be glistening with sweat by the end of the show.
Sabrina wasn’t sure if she was just wrapped up in the atmosphere, but she was becoming more and more certain that Frankie Mills was looking at her too. It must have been obvious, because Lizzy turned to her a asked, “is the drummer eye-fucking you?”
“I’m starting to think she is!,” Sabrina answered, the excitement impossible to mask.
The eye-fucking continued throughout the rest of the set, Sabrina getting hornier and bolder with each passing minute. When Retrograde started their last song, Frankie seemed to be trying to communicate with Sabrina, tossing her head to her left while making intense eye contact. After thirty seconds of this, Sabrina replied with a knowing held tilt and sexy smile; Frankie was gesturing to Sabrina to meet her on the side of the stage. Once she realized what was happening, Sabrina acted quickly.
“Lizzy, I hate to do this, but I’m ditching you. I think Frankie wants me to meet her once they come off stage.”
“Shoot your shot, babe!,” Lizzy replied with enthusiasm, fully supporting this behavior. Sabrina then started weaving through the crowd to make her way to the right of the stage. Once she got as close as she could, Sabrina danced for the last verse and chorus, getting more excited each time she made eye contact with Frankie. Once the last guitar chords faded out, and before the house lights turned back on, Frankie hopped off the stage and approached Sabrina.
“Hey,” Frankie said first, holding back a nervous grin. “I know it’s super cliche to even say it, but I never do this.”
“Neither do I,” Sabrina replied, now whispering in Frankie’s ear, “I kind of want to fuck you.”
Frankie replied with a kiss that started soft, but it deepened quickly. Sabrina grabbed her face, and Frankie’s hands found their way to Sabrina’s ass. There must have been fans gawking, but Frankie and Sabrina were blissfully unaware. At this point, Sabrina knew that this encounter was about to get really interesting.
“We have a private bathroom in the back. Follow me,” Frankie said as she invited Sabrina to the backstage area. Sabrina noticed the bass player, but decided it was best not to make eye contact and turn this very hot moment into an awkward one. Once in the bathroom, Frankie locked the door. The lighting was harsh and fluorescent, but nothing could dampen Sabrina’s desire. In fact, she loved taking in all of Frankie in the bright light. This woman was gorgeous. Sabrina could not stop thinking about how strong and powerful she looked while playing the drums. It might have been the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
Frankie pulled Sabrina closer and started kissing her neck. This made Sabrina softly whimper with pleasure. Frankie’s hands made their way up Sabrina’s shirt and felt her lacy bra. Frankie needed to grab her tits and Sabrina’s bra was tight, so she unhooked it in record time. Feeling her soft skin under her bra made Frankie growl with need. Sabrina responded by throwing her shirt and bra onto the bathroom floor. Frankie was strong, thanks to a decade of playing the drums, so she easily pushed Sabrina against the wall.
“Wow, you are so strong,” Sabrina whispered in Frankie’s ear again, this time breathlessly begging: “please touch me.”
Frankie had been waiting in anticipation for the request, so she wasted no time unbuttoning Sabrina’s jeans so she could touch her warm, wet pussy. When she touched her, Sabrina grabbed on to the sink, afraid she might collapse with pleasure. The stimulation was almost too much, so she closed her eyes so she could focus on the sensation of Frankie gently circling her clit with her middle finger.
Sabrina melted into her touch and was lost in ecstasy, so when Frankie put two fingers inside of her, she let out a gasp. She found this aggression incredibly sexy and she wondered if this was the most turned on that she’d ever been.
“I don’t think I’m going to tell my grandkids about this part,” Sabrina moaned. Frankie looked confused, but couldn’t possibly care less while she was knuckle deep inside of Sabrina. Frankie started fucking Sabrina with more force and speed and she could feel herself becoming overwhelmed with desire.
Frankie threw her head back in pleasure. “You feel so good,” she said quietly, closing her eyes to fully take in the experience. But as Sabrina’s orgasm swelled to its climax, she aggressively grabbed Frankie’s hair, pulling her head forward and followed with “I want you to watch me cum.”
Frankie responded with a mischievous smile and the women locked eyes.. There was nothing she’d rather see right now than Sabrina’s face lit up with pleasure. Sabrina’s body tensed as she came, then shuddered as her body came down from the high.
“Okay, my turn,” Sabrina said once she had a few seconds to recover, and picked up Frankie and sat her on the side of the sink, which Frankie was not expecting.
“I guess I’m strong too,” Sabrina replied, and immediately unbuttoned Frankie’s vest so she could bury her face in her perfectly perky tits. Next, she pulled down Frankie’s fishnets and shorts. Sabrina didn’t want to wait another second to taste her, but took a moment to admire her pussy before touching it lightly with her tongue. Frankie tasted like the nectar of the gods, so Sabrina licked her slowly, savoring every part of her. Frankie let out a satisfied sigh as she sank into the moment.
Frankie’s breathing sped up as she was getting close to climax. Sabrina knew Frankie was about to explode, so she stopped only to say “not yet.”
Frankie chuckled, but stopped when Sabrina started sucking on her clit. Frankie grabbed Sabrina’s head, her hands tangled in her hair, and couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her pussy farther into Sabrina’s face.
“Please, let me cum,” Frankie begged, but Sabrina did not want to stop. As Frankie sounded more and more desperate, Sabrina relented and intensified her stimulation. Frankie tossed her head back and screamed as she felt the waves of her orgasm peak, leaving her with euphoric release.
“Damn, that was fun,” Sabrina said with an earnest smile. “I need to go find my friend, but it was great…um, meeting….you,” finishing with a giggle.
In the afterglow of her encounter, she discovered how pleasurable casual sex can be. She wasn’t concerned with where “this” was going and left completely satisfied.
“Your number?,” Frankie asked, unable to mask her eagerness for another chance to fuck her.
“No,” Sabrina answered, winking as she gathered her things and left.