Chapter 4: First Girl on Stage

“OK, let’s try another one,” Beth said, holding the basket out to me again, “Maybe this time we can get a guy with some staying power!”

Reaching into the basket, I rustled the slips around and finally pulled one out, as if it made any difference. Beth took the slip from me and grinned as she read the name.

“Lindsey, come on down!” she called out.

Lindsey? A girl? Now THIS was a twist. For some reason, my stage fantasy always centered around me being fucked by a guy. Why? Heck if I know, it’s just always been that way. Oh well, why not do a girl when you come down to it? One thing was for sure, my fantasy was about to be expanded upon yet again. There was no whooping this time, at least not from the girl who stood up, Lindsey I assumed. There WAS a lot of chatter and people talking to one another as I think even the crowd was a little surprised at this turn of events.

I watched anxiously as Lindsey slowly approached. I had never met her before but the first thing I thought when I saw her was here was one erotic woman. Lindsey just oozed sexuality. An olive-skinned brunette, I was guessing that she was in her early twenties and was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. She had straight jet black hair that looked to hang down almost to her perfectly round ass and the most awesome, piecing brown eyes. Her mouth was curved in a mischievous grin as she advanced slowly to the platform. She wasn’t in any hurt - she looked good and she knew it. God was she built! Her boobs were at least a D cup, emphasized all the more by her petite frame. Although she looked barely five feet tall, her legs were proportioned such that she walked in her heels like a supermodel with the most firm, smooth legs imaginable. To be honest, I was a little intimidated as she was a LOT prettier than me and I knew the crowd had to be looking at her now, most probably wishing SHE was the star attraction.

“Kelly, this is Lindsey,” Beth said when she finally got to the platform, “She’s just visiting from Greece and doesn’t speak a lot of English but I don’t think you two plan to hold much of a conversation anyway so who cares?”

The crowd chuckled at Beth’s lame attempt at humor but I wasn’t paying them much attention. Lindsey and I gazed into each other’s eyes and I could plainly see the lust behind them. Damn, I think she wanted this as much as me - maybe even more!

“By the way dear, she’s a 100% lez so have fun,” Beth whispered in my ear as she stepped back and started the video camera again.

Without a word we both stepped forward and kissed. It felt a little odd to have to lean over to kiss someone as usually I am the shorter one. My cousin Kristen was a couple inches shorter but Lindsey was at least six inches, making it feel like I was the “guy” in the make-out scene.

Lindsey smelled wonderful, with a perfume scent I’d never come across before and her lips were soft and full against mine. Instantly our tongues met and we hugged each other and pressed our bodies tight up against the other. Her boobs pressed against me and her small hands went for my ass from the start, grabbing my butt and squeezing it tightly.

After kissing for a while, we each seemed to get the same idea and started to pull the other’s shirt up over our heads. I stopped to let her pull mine off but she did the same and then we both started to do it again. We giggled and I reached down and just pulled mine of myself. She followed my lead and soon we were both topless in front of everyone.

Now I’m not ashamed of my boobs like I was when I was a teenager, but damn if Lindsey’s didn’t put mine to shame. As big and firm as they were it was my first thought that she’d had a boob job but it was soon obvious she hadn’t. They were a natural as apple pie and felt so good in my hands. I don’t think I’d ever felt boobs as big as hers without them being saggy but while they weren’t “perky” like my cousin’s, there was no unsightly drooping to speak of. Her nipples were large as well, dark brown and sticking out like bullets - large caliber ones. I couldn’t resist any longer so I bent over and took one in my mouth, sucking on it and taking it into my mouth as my tongue ran over end of the nipple.

“Ohhhhhh, yessss,” I heard her moan softly, barely audible even to me.

Well, she knew a little English at least! I lifted my head up and she took her turn at mine and I loved the way she twirled her tongue when she sucked on one and then the other. God, she really knew how to make a girl felt good! Something told me she was going to be pretty good at other things as well.

Again, it was technically my show so I took the lead and slipped off my jeans and she did the same. Soon we were both completely naked on stage. I suppose the crowd would have liked us to have at least turned and shown ourselves to them but at the moment I was oblivious to them, concentrating solely on the beautiful girl standing in front of me.

We laid down on the mattress, her on her back and me to the side of her, draping my leg over hers and pressing my bare crotch up against her hip. My pussy was screaming for attention and the pressure of her against it was enough to send shivers up and down my back. Putting my hand on her large breast, I leaned over her, my boobs pressing against her as we kissed again, long and slow as we enjoyed the feel of our warm naked bodies against one another.