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“Avery! Let’s go!” I heard one of my friends yell up to me. I had frantically been trying to get ready to go out since I was the last one to get in the shower, but I couldn’t quite figure out what to wear. I looked at myself in the mirror. My short black hair was still sopping wet with droplets of water falling to the floor. I grabbed a towel and tried to dry it as best I could.
I ran a stressed hand through my hair trying to give my hair some direction. I always tried to model it after Scott McCall from season 3 of Teen Wolf. I’ve always felt envious of his aesthetic. His muscles and style. I loved his leather jacket and motorcycle. He was also one of my favorite characters in the show.
I pulled on a tight fitting olive green t-shirt that hugged my body showing off my defined back muscles, strong biceps, and a half hidden tattoo on the back of my arm. It’s one of my favorite tattoos because everyone always asks me to see the rest of it when I go out. I put on a pair of black jeans which were accompanied by my trusty carabiner that held my house keys and hair ties. What? You never know when someone needs a hair tie. I made sure you could see the waistband of my boxers peeking out above my jeans. I always drives the femmes crazy.
I looked myself up and down satisfied with how I looked. I quickly sprayed my favorite cologne around me and yelled down to my friends.
“I’m coming down! Give me a second!” I grabbed my black vans, flicked the lights out, and made my way downstairs.
“Took your butch ass long enough.” huffed Ali.
Her arms were crossed over her black tank top. She looked good with her golden hoop earrings and jeans.
“At least I can get ready in less than 10 minutes compared to your 45 minutes.” I retorted. I had to admit that I thought she was cute. I’ve always been a sucker for femmes, what can I say?
She rolled her eyes and huffed at me. “You’re the one who said we could shower before you since you’re so fast.”
“Shut up.” I said with a smirk.
“Make me.” she replied taking a step closer to me.
“Maybe I wi-” I was cut off by Evan before I could finish my remark.
“Can we leave before you two start making out?” Evan whined.
Everyone laughed. We all had an unspoken rule that we could never hook up with each other. We met during our freshman year of college at a queer sex trivia event put on by the LGBTQ+ Center. Since then we stayed glued to each other's sides. 3 years of friendship and experimenting with the group dynamic has taught us that we should all stay friends. You know how it is with hot queer friend groups. People start hooking up and things get messy. Plenty of people have come and gone, but we’ve stuck through the trials and tribulations.
“The uber is here.” Ali said looking at her phone. She grabbed Sophie and made her way out the door. Sophie was more of a stem than a femme. Her curly brown hair bounced as Ali dragged her to the car.
The car ride was fast and by the time we all knew it, the entrance to the club was in front of us. We waited in line together talking about how long our weeks had been.
“I had 2 microbiology exams this week.” Evan complained. They were by far the smartest person out of the group. Every time I texted them they were either studying in the library or in a lab. We were lucky that we promised them a casual night. If not, they wouldn’t have come out with us.
“Well forget about those exams cause they’re in the past.” Ali had a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she handed her ID to the bouncer.
We all happily agreed and walked into the club once all of our IDs had been checked. You could feel the music booming out of the speakers of the DJ booth as you walked in. We found spots at the bar and ordered our first round of drinks. I ordered myself a Sex on the Beach since I liked fruity drinks. I spotted a few cute femmes on the dance floor. I nudged Evan and whispered in their ear.
“Look at those two. They’re kind of cute.”
I took a sip of my drink watching Evan look them over.
“They can definitely dance. Are you already looking for someone to go home with Avery?” Evan asked with humor in their voice.
Evan and I have always had similar types. Femmes who could dance. There’s just something about the femme4butch dynamic that gets me going. Not saying there’s anything wrong with other dynamics. It’s just what I was used to.
“Maybe.” I said with a sly smile on my face. We both laughed and sipped on our drinks. Having another butch in the friend group has always been helpful. We both move through the world similarly, so having someone who gets it has been a blessing through college.
“Let’s dance!” I heard Ali shout over the music.
Sophie interlocked her hand with Ali’s as they both skipped over to the dance floor. Evan and I grabbed our drinks and followed the duo. We walked through the crowd finding a little corner by the DJ booth that wasn’t too crowded. We spent the next hour dancing our hearts out. Every so often someone would leave the circle to grab a new drink or go to the bathroom. I watched Ali and Sophie dance together. It was hot. They were best friends, but sometimes I did wonder if they’d ever want to hook up with each other or if they had already.
I heard a slurping sound as I finished my drink.
“I’m gonna get a refill.” I told everyone as I walked over to the bar. I got two thumbs up and a nod as they kept dancing.
I quickly walked over to the bar and ordered another Sex on the Beach. As I leaned against the bar waiting for my drink, I found myself swaying my hips to the beat of the music.
“Care for a dance?” I heard a voice say from behind me.
I turned around and found myself in front of a tall dark skinned butch. I looked them up and down. They had dark brown eyes and a fresh faded haircut that made my knees weak. They were about 5 inches taller than me and had on a long sleeve black crew neck with a gold chain resting comfortably on their neck. I could see their defined arm muscles even with the crew neck on. *They look good.* I thought to myself. I was shocked. My usual type was femme, but I couldn’t deny how attractive the person in front of me was.
I noticed my newly made drink was sitting on the bar top so I took a big sip and accepted the invite. They reached their hand out to me and I took it. They led me to the dance floor and we began dancing. At first, we kept some space between us watching how each other moved. They grabbed my hand, twirling me around. I had a big grin on my face. I couldn’t help but think about how much fun I was having. *How did this fine ass stud find me? Why did they choose me? Do they want to go home with me?* A million thoughts were rushing through my mind. I had never been into butches or studs. I found them attractive, but they have never shown interest in me.
I found us getting closer and closer the longer we danced. The music seemed to change as the night went on. They twirled me around again and brought me into their chest. I felt their arm wrap around my back to pull me closer. We moved our hips to the beat, dancing in a circle and enjoying our closeness. I was surprised at how well they could dance. I found myself looking at their lips from time to time. How could I not? Every time I looked up they were right there, full and very kissable. I could feel the tension building between us. The more we danced the closer we got and the hotter the air felt around us. I could feel them pulling me impossibly closer to them and before I knew it, they brought their lips down to mine.
It was magnetic. Our lips pushed against each other as we tasted each other for the first time.
*Damn, they’re good at kissing*. I felt a fire in my stomach begin. If I kept this up, I don’t know if I was going to be able to put it out. I stopped kissing and put some space between us.
“I have to go check on my friends.” I said.
I felt bad when I saw the confusion on their face. They nodded so I turned around and went to look for them. *I just kissed a stranger. I just kissed a hot, tall, masculine stranger for god knows how long. Probably too long.* I thought as I walked away from them awkwardly.
I frantically looked for Sophie since she was the tallest in our group. I finally spotted her by the side of the DJ booth. I ran up and put my right arm on Sophie’s shoulder and my left on Evan’s.
“Woah Avery. Are you okay? Where have you been?” Sophie asked with a confused look.
“I just made out with a stud and I think I liked it.” I sputtered out.
I watched everyone's eyes widen and jaws drop.
“You what?!” Ali said with disbelief in her voice.
“No way.” I heard Evan mutter.
“Was it good? Are you okay? Did you like it?” Sophie asked with curiosity and big eyes.
My mind was scrambled. All my life I’d been attracted to more feminine people. I’ve never kissed anyone masculine. I’ve never wanted to, until now.
“I don’t know! I just know that I was dancing with them and then we were making out .” I tried to explain the situation.
“But did you like it?” Sophie pressed.
*Yes*. A tiny voice in my head whispered immediately. Being attracted to masculine queer people was not something on my 2023 bingo board, let alone making out with one. All I knew is that I liked it. I didn’t like it, I loved it and I wanted to do it again. I couldn’t stop thinking about how their lips felt against mine.
“Yes.” I said firmly.
“I think you should go home with them,” Evan said breaking the silence.
Everyone's attention was suddenly on Evan. They shrugged and took a sip of their drink.
“I had a butch4butch experience a couple of years ago just to try it. It’s not for me, but I’m glad I had it.” They said casually.
I watched Ali and Sophie look back and forth at each other.
“I mean, as long as you’re comfortable with it. I just don’t want you to make a drunk decision you may regret later.” Ali said with concern in her voice.
“That’s true, but I think Avery deserves to experience it and see what they think of it. Everyone deserves to have new experiences regardless of who it’s with. Maybe they won’t like it and they’ll never hook up with another masc again. Maybe they do and they figure out they’re butch4both or butch4butch. They’ll never know unless they take a leap of faith. I say you do it, Avery.” Evan was the last person I thought would encourage me to go home with this stud. I appreciated that they shared their experience with us.
“Plus, you have all of our numbers. If anything, give us a call and we can go get you.” Sophie chimed in. She has always loved the idea of everyone having new experiences. I just never thought it would be me she was encouraging.
They all kept putting their two cents in on if I should or shouldn’t go home with the mystery stud, but what they didn’t know, is that my mind was already made up. I was gonna go home with them.
I lost track of time dancing to the music with my friends. We had smiles across our faces. Sophie found a butch to dance with while Ali danced with me. She grinded against me, my hands lightly placed on her hips. I found myself pressing her body closer to mine. The smell of her vanilla conditioner filled my nose as I rested my head in the crook of her neck. Evan tapped my shoulder and I stepped away from a pouting Ali. When I turned around the stud was staring at me a couple feet away.
“Mind if I cut in?” they asked.
Evan motioned to Ali to come to them. She groaned. “Fineeeee.”
I watched Evan drape their arm around Ali’s shoulder as they walked off to the bar. I chuckled, turning my attention back to the stud.
“It looks like you found your friends.” they said with a hint of an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
I shuffled nervously on the dance floor.
“Yeah, they know how to make everything fun. You know? Time flies when you’re having fun.” I was being awkward. *Be confident you idiot.* I scolded myself.
“I get that. I just had to make sure I found you again since I never got your name. Mine is Jasmine, but you can call me Jaz.” They spun me around and brought me in close, our bodies finding a similar rhythm again.
“I’m Avery.” I said with a big grin on my face. The awkwardness left my body as they led me to the dance floor. We danced until the lights turned on.
“Last song!”We heard through the speakers of the club.
*Damn. It’s already 2am?* I looked for my friends and saw them walking towards the exit.
“What’s your number?” Jaz asked me.
I motioned for them to give me their phone so I could type it in. When I gave their phone back their hand lingered on mine.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked boldly.
They smiled and told me they were staying in an airbnb because they were just visiting for the weekend.
“You should come through and hang out with me tonight.” Their eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I could feel the tension rising between us again.
“I would love to.” I said walking them out of the club towards my friends.
I gave my friends a thumbs up and pointed to Jaz so they’d understand the situation. I watch Sophie jump with excitement, Evan smirk and cross their arms with approval, and Ali gave me a tight but worried smile. *I’ll have to update them tomorrow morning.* I thought to myself following Jaz’s lead.
We got to Jaz’s Airbnb and climbed the stairs to their bedroom. I jumped on the bed, kicking my shoes off, and stretching myself out from the long night of dancing. Jaz shut the door behind them, their shoes already off. They slowly made their way to the bed and crawled on top of me.
“Are you alright with this?” they asked pressing their body against me. My hands made their way to the sides of their stomach. Slowly tracing their obliques. I bit my lip and nodded looking up at them. We locked eyes and they asked me once more. “Are you sure?”
I grabbed them by the neck of their shirt and pulled their lips to mine, our lips were clashing for the second time that night. The fire I felt on the dance floor was back. I put my hands on either side of their face and kissed them. Our lips found the perfect unison together. Tongues slipping into each other's mouths desperate to taste each other. Moans filled the room as we explored each other's bodies. My hands ran up and down their neck as I tried to press my body closer to theirs. I felt their hands roam up and down my body. I felt their hand push aside my sports bra and felt their thumb brush against my nipple. I threw my head back in pleasure.
“Fuck.” I quickly ripped off my sports bra and threw it on the ground not caring where it landed. Jaz took it as an invitation to take my nipple into their mouth, swirling their tongue around in circles. I felt them kneading my other nipple with their free hand. The stimulation was enough for me to feel something wet slide down my leg. *Fuck, I was wet.* It was as if they could read my mind cause their other hand found its way to the waistband of my jeans. They traced light circles above my hip occasionally sliding their fingers under the band.
*Yes. Please. I need you to touch me.* I found myself silently begging for their touch.
They kissed down my chest to my stomach and right above my waistband. They looked back at me to make sure what they were doing was alright. I nodded and helped them take off my pants and boxers. They licked their lips as they looked down at me. I could see hunger in their eyes as they spread my leg and kissed my pussy softly. Their tongue made its way to my clit as they kissed it. Then they slowly dragged their tongue lower and split me open.
*Fuck!* I moaned as they ate me out mercilessly. Their tongue flicked over my clit over and over again. I tried to close my legs around their head as I started to get overstimulated, but I felt their strong arms wrap around my legs to keep them open. *Holy shit.* I threw my head back in pleasure. It was so hot watching them take control of my body. I grinded myself into their face begging for more. They turned me into a whimpering mess. It felt so good. I could feel myself starting to shake, my legs straining against their arms. My hands gripped the back of their neck as their tongue worked its way through my folds over and over again.
I felt myself getting impatient. I needed them inside me. I felt their fingers graze my entrance, barely dipping a finger inside me. I could see them smirking as they ate me out, watching me grow desperate for them as they teased me.
“You’re so wet.” they said, their fingers slick with my juices. I watched them stop what they were doing to suck on their finger slowly. *Fuck that was hot.* They let out an audible moan as they tasted me off their finger.
“and you taste…. delicious.” I blushed at their compliment as they went back to teasing me. Their tongue wrapped around my clit moving in different patterns and all I could do was lay there, grinding against their tongue desperately trying to get off. I felt their hand make its way back to my entrance again, slowly rubbing into me with more pressure. I needed more. I couldn’t take it. I grabbed their hand and guided it to where I needed them.
I looked down at them with pleading eyes. I didn’t have to say a word before they slid their finger into my slick cunt. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. They continued to pump their finger inside of me stretching me out. I felt their tongue drag across my clit again and my breath hitched. My legs close around their head as I gasped at the sensation. I bucked my hips against them in desperation. I was so close.
“Please don’t stop Jaz.” I whimpered. I could feel myself getting closer by the second. My clit throbbed under the mercy of their tongue. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when I felt them add another finger. *Fuck, I’m gonna cum.* I grabbed their hand and forced them deeper inside me as I rocked my hips to meet their fingers. I moaned as they kept hitting a spot that had my toes curling.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” I screamed, my body became a quivering mess as I came around their face. I grinded myself harder against them as I rode out the waves of pleasure. As I caught my breath they slipped their fingers out of me. Jaz slowly climbed back up my body and kissed me. The taste of myself on their lips only made me wetter.
“Mmm don’t do that.” I warned.
I heard them chuckle as I recovered from my orgasm. My hand rested on my chest as I tried to catch my breath. *No one has ever fucked me like that before*. I shook my head in disbelief, my chest still heaving up and down as they laid down next to me.
“Catch your breath cause I’m not done with you yet.” they said with a smirk. *What else do they have planned for me?* I wondered. Their forehead was damp with sweat from fucking me. I laid there still out of breath unable to make a comment.
“I’ll be right back.” they said quickly leaving the room. I took a second and looked at the clock. It read 4:00AM. *Fuck it’s late.* I have to get home.
I looked around and saw my clothes littered on the floor. I got out of bed and grabbed my pants and socks. I jumped into my jeans, trying to tug them on as quickly as I could. As I put my belt on Jaz opened the door with a surprise. I stopped what I was doing as I watched them stroke their strap on.
My mouth went dry thinking about being strapped by someone. That was usually my job.
“Where do you think you’re going?” they asked with disapproval.
“I should really be getting home.” I said eyeing the strap thinking about how it might feel inside me. *Stop being so horny Avery*. I have fucked myself with my fair share of dildos in the past, but I have never taken strap from someone else.
“Are you sure about that?” Jaz asked closing the gap between us. They easily picked me up and my legs automatically wrapped around their waist in fear of being dropped. I felt my cheeks heat up feeling the head of the strap pushing against me. If my jeans weren’t in the way their strap would have easily slipped inside me. The thought of them bouncing me on their strap had me clenching my legs together. *I mean, maybe I could stay for a little longer.*
I felt their lips against my neck and I melted against their touch. Their tongue traced patterns across my neck and I could feel shivers run up my spine. I could feel them leaving hickeys on my neck every so often. I let out a moan as they sucked on a sensitive spot at the base of my neck. *Fuck. They were good.*
I met their lips with mine and could feel my boxers getting wet again. I found myself grinding against their strap as they held me in their arms. They chuckled against my lips after noticing my desperate attempt for more friction. I felt them walk us back to their bed where they laid me down never once breaking contact with me. They pressed themselves against me with more force as they laid on top of me. I could feel my wetness pooling in my boxers as I thought about them sinking themselves into me.
“You don’t need these.” they muttered tugging off my jeans. “Or these.”
My boxers found themselves on Jaz’s floor once again.
They crawled up my body and kissed me over and over again. Our tongues fighting for dominance. I sucked on their tongue and they moaned.
“Fuck you’re a good kisser.” They said looking at me hungrily.
Jaz made their way back to my clit and started licking circles and sucking softly on it. My back was arched as I begged for more. Their thumb circled my entrance softly. I held back a string of curse words. All I could imagine was the feeling of their strap inside me for the first time. They looked up at me with a gleam in their eye as if they could torture me all night.
I couldn’t take it. I grabbed their shoulders and made them look me in the eye.
“I need you to fuck me right now, Jaz.” I pleaded.
They leaned down and kissed me again. I watched them take a condom out and place it on their strap. I brought my hand to their strap and helped them put it on, my hand lingering around the base once we were done. I bit my lip looking up at them.
“Lay back.” they ordered. I quickly laid back and took in the sight of this handsome stud.
I could see their abdominal muscles and their strongly built legs. *Damn, they’re so hot.* I thought to myself.
They started slapping their strap against my clit. *Fuck, that feels so good.* The sensation of the strap sent shock waves through me. Then they spit in their hand and lubricated their strap while maintaining eye contact with me. I was already wet enough for them to slide themselves into me, but seeing them stroke themselves turned me on even more. I took a deep breath in as the positioned themselves at my entrance.
“Breathe Avery.” They said as they slowly pushed themselves into me. All I could do was gasp and groan at the feeling of them sliding into me. It felt so good slowly being filled up by them. As soon as they were comfortably inside me they started rolling their hips into me. I grabbed a fistful of sheets as they began a tortuously slow rhythm.
I let out an occasional swear every time they the right spot. *God they feel so good.* I wrapped my legs around their waist so they could take me deeper. I could feel the bed creaking as they pounded themselves into me over and over again. The room was filled with the sounds of my moans and their labored breath. I could feel myself clenching around their strap.
“Yeah, you like that baby?” I could barely hear what they were saying to me. I was only focused on how good they felt inside me. I was completely blissed out as they continued fucking me into the mattress. All I could do was let out a low, guttural “fuck yes” as they picked up their pace. My nails dug into their back as they continued to fuck me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to finishing. The feeling of their strap sliding in and out of me so effortlessly. I felt my legs tighten around them.
“Fuck me. Fuck me Jaz. I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop.” I panted, sweat dripping down my chest. They kept the same pace as I grinded my hips to their rhythm. The delicious friction between us pushed me over the edge.
“Oh fuck!” My eyes were squeezed shut as I had a toe curling orgasm. My back arched off the mattress as they kept fucking into me. They slowed down and eventually pulled out of me, their chest heaving up and down as they tried to catch their breath mirroring me. They quickly took off their strap and wrapped their arms around me. I sighed contently listening to both of our hearts try to find their natural rhythms. I was spent. I felt them feather light kisses down my shoulder.
I turned to face them and started tracing patterns on their shoulder.
“Do you need anything from me?” I offered.
They shook their head and smiled.
“I only care about your pleasure. Tonight is all about you.” They looked content just laying there staring at me. Wow. I had never felt so taken care of. My mind was completely blown. *Who would have thought I’d be into mascs?* That definitely wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card.
I climbed on top of them and admired their strong arms. I tangled my finger around their chain and started playing with it.
“Thank you for this.” I muttered. Both of us stayed in that position taking each other in.
“You’re more than welcome to stay over since it’s almost 5:00 in the morning.” They traced circles on the outside of my thighs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of their touch. I don’t usually stick around, but maybe I should stick around a little bit longer.