It was the annual Gay & Lesbian Pride Parade in New York; the sky was clear and the weather was moderate. A sea of rainbow-colored flags swept through the streets of lower Manhattan. Gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and straight people flooded the streets. Most of them were wearing close to nothing as if they were at a beach party in Cancun. A marching band kept them in high spirits, playing fast-paced and soulful tracks. The half-dressed "dykes on bikes" rode around, throwing up hand signs.
Monica Hershel and her three girlfriends also paraded with the mob. She was dressed in a scuba-blue button-down jacket with nothing underneath, and matching denim shorts that hugged her slim hips. Her hair was black and close-cropped, and she had striking subzero-blue eyes. She was a wealthy traveler and an enterprising vagabond. All the girlfriends called her the "Predator"; they knew she could always find and convince any chick for lovemaking.
"I'm glad we were able to join this parade." Monica mused. "I love London, but it feels great to be back in New York! There is so much energy and life here."
"Yeah, I didn't want to miss the fun either." Faye said.
She was a beautiful brunette with a heart-shaped, freckled face and green eyes. The Miami Heat jersey and matching shorts gave her the tomboyish looks.
"I just love all the chicks showing their skins here." Elle spoke aloud. "I wonder who is gonna, mmm ... eat my cunt tonight."
Elle was a tall, brown-eyed, and well-endowed blonde who could melt hearts by flashing an alluring smile. The black crop top and close-fitting jeans complimented her lean physique well.
Jelena laughed. "You are soo dirty. Count me in, baby! I can eat your peach for ages, coz I love women and I love their curves," she said, winking at Elle.
Jelena was a tall and beautiful brunette with big juicy tits, perfect curves, and creamy legs. The blue halter-top and Daisy Dukes revealed much of the desirable assets she had.
Elle turned her head and appraised Jelena. They giggled. She and Jelena fondled each other's tits. Pulling the tits reciprocally, they shrieked and then laughed. Some onlookers clapped and hailed as they enjoyed watching their show. The chicks took their attention as a compliment. They always loved receiving such feedback.
Then it happened. Rihanna's "Please Don't Stop The Music" blared from a speaker outside a bar. Monica and her friends got excited! Along with these energetic emo-looking lesbians, all the people began dancing as if they knew one another. Euphoria moved through the colorful crowd. The entire parade became one big party in the middle of the street. There were a few tall shirtless gay men waving their hands and shaking their hips to the fast-paced beat. Monica was dancing with this short pink-haired tattooed hottie. She wasn't her type, but for that moment it didn't matter. They were all having a great time!
The sun was setting and Monica stood with her friends laughing and taking pictures. Occasionally, she averted her eyes to the right and felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. That chick froze Monica as if she had inadvertently cast a spell on her.
"Wow, she is HOT!" Monica thought, appraising the girl.
She looked apparently exotic from her girlfriends. Her ripe voluptuous curves were accentuated in a revealing glacier-blue dress with a deep V-neck, and an O-ring that exposed her belly button. Her heart-shaped face looked alluring with charismatic features; she had deep-set green eyes with high eyebrows, full and rosy lips, and long inferno-red hair that she had groomed in graceful layers. The Predator's eyes roamed down her body mercilessly. The dress could barely conceal her huge tits and big booty, and it hugged harmoniously to the wide flare of her hips.
Lustfully, Monica licked her lips. That chick had all the endowments she could crave to plunder. She was a celestial being, who could turn on lesbians and men at the first sight. A desire to claim her lips, suck her tits, lick her booty, and eat her cunt electrified her heart; instantly, it began to beat faster.
"Yo, Predator!" Jelena hollered.
"Yeah," Monica answered.
"You were zoning there for a minute, babe." Jelena chuckled. "We're about to go to McDonalds right here. Are you coming?"
"Yes, I'll be there in a few minutes. I just saw something I want!" Monica replied.
It was Faye's turn to understand what Monica had just said. "Ooh la la, you know the best, hun." She told her, nudged Jelena, and added, "Let's go girls!"
Like her, Jelena and Elle realized the situation. The trio laughed in unison, turned around, and departed hand in hand. Monica stood there for several minutes to make sure the redhead was alone. Feeling convinced that she wasn't with anybody, Monica resolved to approach her.
The redhead turned her head and watched in silence as Monica walked over to her. That boyish chick had sparkling eyes and she looked brightened. That instant, she felt a mild pulsation in her nipples.
"Hi gorgeous! I'm Monica. You look so hot in that outfit!"
For some reason, the redhead blushed at the frankness of that shorthaired girl. "Erm-thanks, I'm Chloe Michelle. It is nice to meet you," she said.
"I love your accent, but you don't look American. Where are you from?"
Chloe raised her eyebrows and answered, "I'm from UK."
"Have you got some company?"
"No, I'm by myself," Chloe replied.
"May I be the one to accompany you? You won't regret, I promise," Monica said earnestly.
The two laughed in unison.
"I wonder if," Monica said, "you ever dated a man?"
"Heavens! No," Chloe said curtly.
"Ah! Never mind. I haven't either, because I love women."
"Of course, baby! Will you mind if I touch you?"
"What? Right here?"
Monica nodded and looked at her huge chest. Chloe followed her gaze and then looked into her eyes. "I don't know, but if you want to ... erm-ok."
"I know how to please women," Monica said as she cupped Chloe's firm breasts and pulled her nipples.
Touching Chloe's juicy tits, made her extremely horny. She could feel the love juice oozing out of her shorts.
"Yess..." Chloe hissed.
"Your tits are marvelous! Your nipples are so mouthwatering! Yes, I love your body!"
"And I love yours. It's very beautiful and toned."
Monica exposed her 32AA boobs and said, "Please, I'm built like a boy."
"Well, you can eat anything you want without worrying about getting fat. I'll take your abs any day."
"You can have them anytime you want, baby. Do you think you'll like a girl like me?"
"Yes, I think so."
Grinning broadly, Monica seized the moment by putting her arms around Chloe's neck and slipped her moist tongue into her mouth. Chloe moved her hands up to Monica's tits and massaged them. Her nipples were already hard. Monica squeezed Chloe's buttocks as they continued to kiss.
.... There is more of this story ...