Literotic asexstories – The Confessor Ch. 02: Girls Trib by CabotDeWine,CabotDeWine
Most of the time they are located in the old industrial or port districts, with no neighbors to complain about the occasional noise. In the case of this old city, it was in the old river port complex that only saw a little barge traffic. The encroachment of apartments and gentrification was just beginning at the fringes of this district as the city cleaned up the industrial properties and readied them for the hopes for a tech industry that would move in. But it was still the gritty libertarian and libertine space where opportunity awaited the bold.
This is where Julie and I would meet Harper.
We spotted her as soon as we walked into the bar. We definitely stood out from the usual crowd. Well, Julie did, due to her age. While I was better dressed, give me a few minutes and I would have won over the bar. There are always a few well dressed people, either recent service workers who moved up to “real” job, or else white collar workers with a thing for working class hookups.
To give the bar some ease, I gave Julie’s ass a light smack. They’d know she was cool, and was here for the same vibes and vices.
Harper was talking to a butch lesbian line cook with a box of cigarettes sticking out shirt pocket. I could tell from their energy and chemistry that they had hooked up at some point, and maybe were an off-and-on item. But when Harper turned and waved us over, the lesbian gave a soft smile. Harper must have been telling her about meeting us. There was jealousy on the lesbian’s part. If anything there was curiosity about these new visitors to her bar.
“Hey, you two!” Harper said, “Carly, these are the two told you about!”
“Sup,” Carly said.
I got a good vibe from Carly. I’m sure if I shared some drinks with her I’d hear some good stories. But my time and attention we already spoken for tonight.
Harper led us to a booth.
“There is so much I want to know about the Girls Gone Wild experience,” Harper said.
Julie told her the story about how it went down and the aftermath. Harper asked her questions about it, and took down some notes.
“What happened to you was terrible,” Harper said, “I don’t get toxicity like that. They got pleasure from that video, but resented you for it.”
“A lot of it is self-loathing for men who can’t even get a girlfriend to see some boobs, let alone a stranger on the street,” I said.
“I’ll look into the literature on that,” Harper said.
“Look into the video itself,” I said, bringing out my phone.
I had found a version of the whole video on one of the tube sites and streamed Julie’s scene.
“This is so 90s! I love it,” Harper said, “I should get a 90s video filter for my OnlyFans stuff. Maybe a grunge theme.”
“It’s so weird thinking of my youth as vintage,” Julie said.
“Think of it as classic,” I said.
“That woman that licked your tit, I would love to know about her story and need for attention,” Harper said.
“I never got her name,” Julie said, “Even if the company that bought Girls Gone Wild out still has the release, it would be really weird to reach out. ‘Hey, remember me from Miami? You licked my tit?’.”
“She might ask you to be more specific,” I joked.
“Maybe. I wish I was more in touch with my sexuality then,” Julie said.
“You could have done better,” Harper said, “I like exhibitionism, but I wouldn’t have wanted my first time with a woman for the male gaze.”
“Is that more of a third-date or third-hookup thing?” I asked.
“Ha!” Harper said, “My OnlyFans partner is maybe my fifth girl? I mean, depends on how you want to count just making out or hand stuff.”
“God, your generation has it much better,” Julie said.
“Sadly the research shows less sex, which is such a shame,” Harper said.
“What would have been your dream scenario, assuming the backlash wouldn’t have happened?” I asked Julie.
“Honestly, I like the videos with the girls who go in the bus or hotel and do a hookup. And I don’t mind the male gaze stuff. I think I would have liked the direction. I could have the safety of an excuse that I was acting a role. What’s the opposite of fake it until you make it? Where you act authentically while pretending it’s fake?”
Harper and I shrugged.
“So that’s still a fantasy you have?” I asked.
“I mean, if I could go back,” Julie said, “And if I had a body like I did then.”
“You look good,” Harper said.
“I can agree from experience,” I said.
“You have a thing for older women, don’t you?” Harper asked.
“And younger ones,” I said, winking at Harper.
Harper returned the wink.
“Julie didn’t tell you this, but she thought about doing nude modeling for figure drawing classes. I did some for her back at the hotel,” I said.
“I’d love to see them,” Harper said.
That was the in to get Harper back at the hotel. Now all I needed was to get Julie to buy in.
“We should go see them. Let us know what you think,” I said.
“Let me get my purse. I stashed it behind the bar,” Harper said.
She slid out of the booth and went to get her purse.
“I don’t know…” Julie said nervously.
“I just gave the safety of the excuse. She comes to see my art. What happens after, well…” I said.
“I need you to take the lead,” she said.
“Not a problem. That’s your fantasy, right? If I had time I’d have made up some souvenir T-shirts and hats to give you and Harper,” I said.
“I mean, how are we going to recreate the magic of the night?” she asked.
“What was it that you drank that night?” I asked.
“Mostly tequila, but what liquor store is open at this hour?” she asked.
“That’s easy,” I said.
I walked to the bar and got the bartender’s attention.
“What do you need?” she asked.
“Tequila. A bottle if you can give it to me,” I asked.
“We don’t sell bottles,” she said.
I threw a $100 bill on the counter.
“We can take one of those bottom shelf ones. Maybe some mixer?” I asked.
The bartender looked down.
“You are with Harper?”
“Yes, just a guest at the hotel, not a cop. Not that they would bust you for this ticky-tack shit,” I said.
She nodded and took the money. She put a bottle of bottom shelf tequila and cheap mixer in a bag and put it on the bar.
“Give me a minute to tell the bouncer so he doesn’t think you’re stealing,” the bartender said.
“You’re a peach,” I said with a wink.
I went back to the table. Harper has already returned.
“Let’s take this party back to the hotel.” I said.
We made our way out. The bouncer looked at the bag and nodded at me. We walked out.
I handed the bag to Harper while I pulled out my phone to order an Uber. She looked inside.
“You know, I could have gotten this for us for free,” she said.
“You got us drinks at the hotel bar, this is my treat,” I said.
“What do I bring?” Julie asked.
“You already gave us a great story,” I said, “Now we just need to finish it.”
Our Uber arrived and took us back to the hotel.
“Going a little fast, aren’t we?” I asked.
“I need to get in the right mindset,” Julie said, “Like I was on the night I did the video.”
“Why don’t you give us a sneak peek? Harper hasn’t had the pleasure to see your tits yet,” I said.
Julie, emboldened by the tequila starting to kick in, lifted her blouse and bra to expose her tits.
“Good god!” Harper and I said together, then laughed.
Harper moved in, took one of Julie’s tits in her hand, and licked her nipple.
“Now I believe this is where we left off the story,” I said.
“What’s the next part?” Harper asked Julie.
“We need a camera,” Julie said.
I pulled my phone.
“You girls want to have some fun?” I asked, affected a bro-ish accent and manner.
“What kind of fun?” Harper asked, playing the role of a ditzy party girl.
“Well, first, how about you let us see your boobs,” I said.
Both of them lifted their tops and flashed their boobs to the camera.
“Let’s shake them a little bit!” I said.
They did as requested.
“Jump a little bit,” I said.
They did, and their boobs jiggled.
“Let’s take those tops off each other,” I said.
They each took off the other’s top.
“Put your boobs together,” I said.
They pressed their boobs together.
“Now kiss,” I said.
They moved in for a kiss, breasts still pressed together. Without me even asking, it became a make out session. I moved around them, getting different angles. I moved to brush back Julie’s hair when it fell over both their faces. She broke the kiss and gave a giggle. It was an innocent giggle, like a coed having her first lesbian kiss. I don’t know if she was acting, or if she had really mentally gone back to the place she was at, when she was that shy pastor’s daughter having her first adventure in debauchery. Maybe I was just horny and wanted to believe it. All that really matters was that I did feel like it was real, and that this fantasy was working.
“Is this your first kiss?” I asked Julie.
“No,” Julie said.
“Is it your first kiss with a girl?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“What about you?” I asked Harper.
“No, I’ve kissed girls,” Harper said, with a mix of pride and innocence. She was a decent actress.
“Have you done more with girls?”
“Much more,” Harper said.
“So if I were to ask, would you teach Julie a few things?”
“More than a few,” Harper said.
“Let’s start by finding a nice spot to kiss on her neck,” I suggested.
Harper moved in and started kissing Julie on the side of her neck. She found the perfect spot, and Julie tense up in pleasure.
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