Written for a friend

Fiona pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped into the dimly lit pub, the smell of stale beer and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of fried food. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face, a reprieve from the dreary solitude that had become her constant companion over the past six months. Since the break-up, she had burried her self in work, tonight she needed some fun.

She approached the bar and took a seat on the sticky vinyl stool. The burly bartender eyed her curiously before asking, "What can I get ya, love?" His gruffness was a stark contrast to the tender care he took in placing a coaster in front of her.

Fiona's gaze flitted to the array of bottles behind the bar before settling on a simple whiskey. "A jd an coke please, please," she murmured, her voice barely carrying over the music.

The bartender nodded, pouring a generous amount into a glass. He slid it towards her with a knowing look.

Across the room, Kat caught sight of Fiona. A short-haired redhead in a Slipknot t-shirt and a short, tight skirt, she was the epitome of gothic allure. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the vulnerable-looking girl at the bar. She sauntered over, her hips swaying with the rhythm of the music, and slid onto the stool next to Fiona.

"Hey," she said, her voice a smoky purr. "You look like you could use some company."

Fiona turned to look at her, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt a flicker of interest. Kat was beautiful, with a fiery spirit that seemed to radiate from her very pores. She didn't look like the type to be interested in someone like Fiona, but here she was.

"I'm Kat," the redhead continued, offering a hand adorned with skull-and-crossbones rings. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Fiona took the hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her. "Just relaxing after a day at work," she said with a forced laugh.

Kat leaned closer, her breath smelling faintly of mint. "Well, I might be able to help with that." She winked and ordered two more drinks, placing one in front of Fiona. "On me."

The conversation flowed easily between them, and before Fiona knew it, they had shared stories, laughs, and a few more drinks. The whiskey warmed her from the inside out, and Kat's easy company made her feel less alone.

"You know, I've got a cozy place just around the corner," Kat said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "How about we finish our drinks and I make you some coffee?"

Fiona's heart raced. Was this really happening? Was she about to go home with the most stunning woman she had ever met? She nodded, trying to play it cool. "Sure, that sounds great."

The walk to Kat's apartment was a blur of streetlights and shadows. Fiona felt lightheaded, not just from the alcohol, but from the excitement of the possibility that lay before her. As they stumbled up the stairs, she couldn't help but wonder what the night had in store.

Inside, the apartment was a mix of gothic decor and rock band posters, a stark contrast to the pristine image Fiona had built of Kat. She followed her through the narrow hallway, her eyes taking in every detail, from the leather couch to the skull-shaped lamp on the side table.

Kat turned to her with a grin, her teeth a brilliant white against her dark lips. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the couch. "I'll just grab us those drinks."

Fiona sank into the couch, her heart racing as she heard the clinking of glasses in the kitchen. She couldn't believe this was happening. Six months of lonely nights, and now she was in a goth goddess's apartment, about to have coffee... or maybe something more.

When Kat returned, she had two steaming mugs in her hands. She handed one to Fiona and took a seat next to her, close enough that their legs touched. Fiona's skin tingled at the contact. "So, Fi," Kat began, using the nickname she hadn't heard since her ex. "What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

Fiona took a sip of the sweet, strong coffee, feeling the warmth spread through her body. "It's a long story," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... needed to get out."

Kat's hand reached out and brushed a lock of hair from Fiona's face. Her touch was gentle, yet it sent a shiver down Fiona's spine. "Well, you're not alone anymore," she said, her eyes searching Fiona's. "You can tell me anything."

The air in the room grew thick with tension, and Fiona felt her breath catch in her throat. She placed her mug on the coffee table, the sound of it hitting the wood echoing in the quiet. "Kat, I..."

But before she could say another word, kat began kissing her neck.

Fiona's eyes widened in shock, but the sensation was too delicious to protest. Kat's lips moved with confidence, sending waves of pleasure down her spine. "Oh," she gasped, her hand reaching up to caress Kat's cheek.

Kat leaned in closer, her body pressing against Fiona's. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, her breath hot against Fiona's skin. Her hand slid up Fiona's thigh, her fingertips brushing against the soft fabric of her skirt.

Fiona felt a rush of excitement, her body responding to Kat's advances. She had been so lonely, so starved for affection, that she didn't even have the energy to question if this was a good idea. She leaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way to the back of Kat's neck, pulling her closer.

Their kiss grew more intense, tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths. Fiona felt Kat's hand move higher, her thumb brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. A moan escaped her lips as Kat's fingers danced closer to the spot she craved.

Then, without warning, Kat's leg shifted, her bare skin pressing against Fiona's. Fiona's eyes shot open in surprise, realizing that beneath her skirt, Kat wasn't wearing any underwear. The direct contact sent a jolt of desire through her, and she couldn't help but push back, feeling the heat of Kat's sex against her thigh.

Kat's grin grew wicked as she felt Fiona's response. She began to grind herself against Fiona's leg, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Fiona's hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer, as she felt the wetness spreading between her own thighs.

The sound of a zipper was the only warning Fiona had before Kat's hand slipped into her skirt, her long, slender fingers finding their way to her center. She gasped as Kat began to stroke her clit, the pressure building with each movement. "Oh, Kat," she whispered, her hips moving in sync with the rhythm of Kat's hand.

Kat's eyes never left hers, a look of pure hunger in their depths. "You're so wet," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to taste you."

Fiona's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing at the thought. "I... I don't know if I can..." she protested, even as her body begged for more.

"Shh," Kat soothed, placing a gentle kiss on her neck. "Let go, Fi. Just let go."

Her hand worked faster, the sensations growing more intense. Fiona's grip on her tightened, her nails digging into the leather of the couch as she felt the orgasm building inside her. It had been so long since she had been touched like this, so long since she had felt this alive.

But as the moment grew closer, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Her eyes searched Kat's, looking for any sign of hesitation, any indication that this wasn't what she wanted. All she saw was passion, a burning desire that matched her own.

With trembling hands, Fiona reached up and grabbed the hem of Kat's t-shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. The goth's bare breasts were revealed, their perfection taking Fiona's breath away. She had never seen a woman's body quite like this before, so confident and unashamed.

Her own shyness forgotten, Fiona leaned in and took a nipple between her teeth, teasing it gently before swirling her tongue around the sensitive peak. Kat gasped, her body arching in pleasure. "Yes," she hissed

The had been right; the redhead wasn't wearing a bra. The sight of her bare chest was like nothing she had ever seen, and she couldn't help but let out a little moan of appreciation.

Her own shyness forgotten, Fiona began to explore Kat's breasts with her hands, cupping them and feeling their weight. Her thumbs flicked over the erect nipples, drawing a low moan from the goth's lips. She felt a surge of power, a heady mix of excitement and arousal that she hadn't felt in a very long time.

Kat's hand didn't stop moving, though. She continued to stroke Fiona's clit with a finesse that was almost terrifying in its effectiveness. Fiona felt her body tightening, the world around her narrowing down to just the two of them and the delicious friction between their legs.

And then, just as Fiona felt herself on the precipice of climax, Kat's hand slipped away, leaving her gasping for more. The redhead leaned back, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of Fiona's flushed cheeks and heaving chest. "Not yet," she said, her voice a low purr.

Fiona's eyes searched hers, desperate for an explanation. But before she could speak, Kat was standing, pulling Fiona to her feet and leading her to the bedroom. The room was even darker than the living room, the only light coming from the flickering candles arranged artfully around the space.

With surprising gentleness, Kat pushed Fiona onto the bed and began to unbutton her pale blue blouse. Fiona's eyes remained locked on hers as each button gave way, revealing more of her taught, pale skin. Her breasts were small, but perfectly shaped, her nipples already hard with arousal.

As Kat's hand brushed against her chest, Fiona felt a fresh wave of wetness soak her thighs. The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet agony that made her want to scream. But she bit her lip, holding back the noise as Kat's skilled fingers continued to work their magic.

Finally, the blouse was open, and Kat leaned down to kiss the soft mounds of Fiona's breasts. Her tongue traced patterns around the sensitive areolae before capturing a nipple in her mouth. Fiona's back arched off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets as the pleasure shot through her like a bolt of lightning.

Kat's mouth moved to the other breast, sucking and biting gently as her hand returned to Fiona's pussy. Her fingers slid inside easily, filling her up and sending her over the edge. Fiona's eyes rolled back in her head as she came, her body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm.

When she finally opened her eyes, she found Kat watching her with a satisfied smile. "You taste so sweet," the goth murmured, licking her lips.

Fiona couldn't help but return the smile, her body still quivering with aftershocks. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling more alive than she had in months.

But even as she enjoyed the moment, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something Kat wasn't telling her.

Fiona took a deep breath, her eyes traveling down the length of Kat's body. Her skirt had ridden up during their passionate embrace, revealing the tops of her stockings and the bare flesh above them. Fiona's eyes lingered there, and she felt a sudden urge to explore further.

Without a word, she leaned down and began to kiss her way down Kat's neck, her lips tracing a path down to the collarbone. Kat's skin was soft and warm, and she smelled faintly of patchouli and lust.

Her kisses grew more urgent as they moved downward, her tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of Kat's skin. When she reached the top of the goth's skirt, she paused for a moment, looking up for permission. Kat nodded eagerly, her eyes glazed over with desire.

With trembling hands, Fiona began to pull the skirt down, revealing the black fishnet stockings and the hint of something even more tantalizing beneath. She kissed the soft skin of Kat's stomach, feeling the muscles tense with anticipation.

As she reached the apex of her thighs, she saw the proof of Kat's arousal - her thighs were glistening with it, wet and inviting. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

Fiona parted the wet folds of Kat's pussy with her tongue, her taste buds coming alive with the heady flavor of her desire. Kat's legs fell open with a sigh, giving her full access to the sweetness that lay within.

Her tongue danced around the swollen nub of her clit, teasing and caressing until Kat's hips began to buck. "Yes," Kat breathed, her voice a raspy whisper. "Just like that."

Fiona lost herself in the rhythm, her tongue moving faster and faster as Kat's moans grew louder. Her own body responded, her own need building again, insistent and unrelenting.

Kat's hands were in her hair, guiding her, urging her on as she licked and sucked. Fiona felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't felt in so long. This was what it meant to be alive, to be wanted.

And as Kat's body tensed and she cried out in release, Fiona knew that she had made the right choice. For tonight, she was no longer the skinny, geeky girl who had been dumped. She was a woman, powerful and desirable.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the rustle of clothing and the wetness of their kisses echoing through the darkness. Kat's moans grew louder and louder as Fiona's skilled tongue continued to dance across her clit, teasing her mercilessly.

Fiona felt a thrill of power as she held Kat on the edge, savoring every second of her lover's torment. Her own need grew with each whimper, each pleading gasp that escaped the redhead's lips. It was intoxicating, this feeling of being in control, of being the one to give so much pleasure.

But as the tension built, so too did Fiona's own arousal.

"Please, Fi," Kat begged, her voice strained with need. "Let me cum."

Fiona pulled away slightly, her tongue leaving a wet trail along Kat's inner thigh. "Not yet," she said, a playful smile curling her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, how to keep the goth goddess on the edge of ecstasy.

Kat's eyes shot open, her pupils dilated with lust. "You're such a tease," she growled, her hand reaching down to grab a fistful of Fiona's hair. But instead of pulling her away, she guided her back to her pulsing clit.

Fiona chuckled, her breath hot against Kat's skin. "Is that what you think?" she whispered, her tongue flicking out to trace the delicate line of her labia.

Kat's hips bucked upward, seeking relief, but Fiona was relentless. She knew that the longer she drew this out, the more intense the climax would be. Her own desire was building, a steady throb between her legs that matched the rhythm of her heart.

With a final, gentle nip at her clit, Kat's body shuddered with release. Her moan was a mix of pleasure and relief as Fiona's mouth claimed her fully, drinking in her essence. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them tangled in the candlelit darkness of the bedroom.

Kat's grip on Fiona's hair loosened, and she sank back into the pillows, panting. "That was... amazing," she managed to say, her voice still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I've never been teased like that."

Fiona sat up, a smug smile playing on her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Glad you enjoyed it," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Kat reached out and pulled her closer, their bodies entwining as they held each other tightly. Fiona felt the warmth of Kat's embrace, the steady beat of her heart against her own. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt truly alive, truly desired.

They lay there for what felt like hours, basking in the glow of their passion. The air was thick with the scent of sex and candlewax, a heady mix that seemed to wrap around them like a blanket.

Finally, Kat's breathing evened out, and she leaned over to whisper in Fiona's ear, "You know, I've never cum like that before."

Fiona's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.

"Well," Kat began, her voice taking on a teasing lilt, "I'm bi. I've been with guys, sure. But there's something about a girl's touch, something... different."

Fiona felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of nervousness. "Different how?" she prompted, eager to hear more.

Kat's smile grew, and she playfully nibbled on Fiona's earlobe. "Guys can be... clumsy, you know?" she murmured. "They're all about the pounding and the grinding. But with you, it was... artful."

Fiona blushed, her cheeks growing hot at the compliment. "Thank you," she murmured, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.

Kat propped herself up on her elbow, her gaze intense. "You made me feel things I've never felt before, Fi. I want to make sure you know that."

Fiona's heart swelled with happiness, her earlier worries forgotten. "I felt it too, Kat," she said, her voice a little breathless. "It was incredible."

Kat's smile grew wider, her teeth gleaming in the candlelight. "You're a natural," she said, her eyes sparkling. "But tell me, Fi, have you ever been with a guy?"

Fiona's cheeks grew even hotter, and she looked away, suddenly self-conscious. "No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've only ever been with girls."

Kat's eyes widened, and she sat up, a look of astonishment on her face. "You're a... goldstar lesbian?" she said, her tone a mix of disbelief and awe. "I can't believe it. You're so... innocent."

Fiona felt a flash of irritation at the word, but she pushed it down. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Kat leaned back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "It's just... you're so pure," she said, her eyes roaming over Fiona's body. "So untouched by the roughness of men."

Fiona felt a shiver run down her spine. "I... I guess so," she said, not sure how to take the comment. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

Kat's smile grew mischievous. "Well, it means I get to be the one to show you just how good it can be with a woman," she said, her hand sliding down to cup Fiona's breast. "But I have a little surprise for you."

Fiona's eyes went wide with surprise as Kat leaned in, her mouth capturing Fiona's in a kiss that was hungry and demanding. She felt the goth's hand move between her legs again, her thumb pressing against her clit in a steady rhythm that made her toes curl.

And then, just as suddenly as the kiss had begun, Kat's hand was gone. She felt a cold metal snap around her wrists, and when she looked down, she saw that she was handcuffed to the bed frame. Panic flared for a brief moment before Kat's voice, low and seductive, whispered in her ear, "I want revenge for you teasing me until I was begging."

Fiona's heart raced as she tested the strength of the cuffs, finding them secure. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but also... excited. The thrill of the unknown, of being at the mercy of this beautiful, powerful woman, sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins.

Kat's mouth began to trace a path down Fiona's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she went. Fiona's body arched upward, seeking more of that delicious pressure, but Kat's grip on her wrists was firm, holding her in place. "Relax," she murmured, her breath hot against Fiona's skin. "Just let me make you feel good."

Fiona's breath came in shallow pants as Kat kissed down her chest, her tongue swirling around her nipples. Each touch was deliberate, calculated to drive her wild. And it was working. Despite her nerves, she felt a wetness spreading between her legs, the handcuffs adding a thrilling edge to the sensation.

Kat's hand slid down Fiona's stomach, her fingertips tickling the skin before reaching the waistband of her skirt. With a deft flick of her wrist, the button popped open and the fabric fell away, revealing the matching blue lace panties.

The goth's eyes took in the sight, her own arousal clear in the way she licked her lips. "So pretty," she murmured, her hand sliding under the fabric to cup Fiona's bare mound.

Fiona moaned, the sensation of being both restrained and touched so intimately was overwhelming. She had never felt so open, so exposed. And yet, she didn't want it to stop.

Kat's other hand joined the first, her fingers sliding through Fiona's folds and finding her clit again. This time, there was no gentle teasing, no slow build up. She attacked it with a fervor that had Fiona's hips bucking against the mattress, her moans filling the room.

Fiona felt like she was on fire, her body responding to every touch, every whispered word from Kat's lips. Her mind swam with sensation, unable to focus on anything but the intense pleasure that was building inside her.

And then, just as she was about to reach the peak, Kat stopped again. Fiona's eyes snapped open, meeting the goth's mischievous gaze. "So impatient," she chastised, her own breathing ragged with desire.

With a smirk, Kat leaned down and kissed Fiona's pussy, her tongue delving into her wetness without hesitation. Fiona's hips jerked upward, the restraints biting into her wrists as she fought against them. The pain only added to the pleasure, the handcuffs a stark reminder of just how much she wanted this.

Kat sat back on her heels and reached for something beside the bed. When she returned, she had a black silk blindfold in her hand. "Close your eyes," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that made Fiona's body quiver.

Fiona complied, her heart racing with anticipation. She felt the soft fabric slip over her eyes, the world going dark as it was secured in place. "What are you doing?" she breathed, her voice tight with excitement.

"Just a little something to make it even better," Kat promised, her voice a warm caress in the darkness.

The next sensation was cool air against her skin as Kat peeled her panties away, leaving Fiona completely bare and exposed. She felt a gentle touch on her cheek, a soft stroke that sent shivers down her spine. And then, without warning, the goth's mouth was back on her, her tongue flicking against Fiona's clit.

Fiona moaned, her body arching off the bed as Kat began to tease her in earnest. The lack of sight only heightened her other senses, making every touch, every taste, more intense. She could feel Kat's breath on her skin, the gentle brush of her hair against her thighs, the pressure of her mouth as it worked her clit.

The pleasure grew in waves, building higher and higher until Fiona was sure she couldn't take anymore. And just when she thought she'd break, Kat would ease off, leaving her panting and begging for more. "Please," she gasped, her voice hoarse with need.

"Not yet," Kat murmured, her mouth moving away from Fiona's pussy to kiss along her inner thigh. "I want to make sure you're nice and wet for what's coming."

Fiona felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead, her body straining against the handcuffs. The anticipation was killing her, the need to feel release so intense it was almost painful. But she knew that when it came, it would be worth it.

Kat's fingers slid into her again, her thumb pressing against her clit with renewed vigor. Fiona's legs began to shake, the pressure building once more. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, the curse slipping out unbidden.

"That's it," Kat encouraged, her voice thick with lust. "Let go, Fi. I've got you."

Fiona's moans grew louder, filling the room as Kat's tongue danced around her clit. Her eyes were tightly shut, lost in the sensation, when she felt a sudden warmth against her thigh. Fiona was obvious when kyle, Kat,s boyfriend entered the room silently, his cock instantly hard at the sight of his lover with another woman.

Kyle moved behind Kat as she continued to lap at Fionas tight lesbian pusssy. He stroked his hard cock against Kats drooling wet cunt, making Kat purr wanting more, without a sound he enters kat making her stiffen and moan as is cock goes deeper and deeper in to her.

The handcuffs bit into Fiona's wrists as she tried to pull away, but it was no use. Her body was on fire, and she didn't know if it was from fear or arousal. Kat's tongue lapping at fionas clit.

Kat's finger enters fionas tight cunt, working it in time with Kyle's thrusts. Fiona's mind raced, trying to process what was happening to her.

Kat broke her licking, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured. "You like feeling me inside"

Fiona's eyes flew open as she felt the sudden pressure of Kyle's cock in Kat's cunt, the wet slap of skin on skin. She had been so lost in the moment that she hadn't noticed the intrusion until now.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched Kat's back arch with pleasure, her hand still working Fiona's clit. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks: she was being played, used for their own amusement.

But even as the anger began to rise, the feeling between her legs was too intense to ignore. Her orgasm was still so close, and with Kat's expert touch, she couldn't bring herself to stop it.

Kat looked back at Fiona, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "Don't worry," she panted, "you're going to love this." And with that, she pushed back onto Kyle's cock with renewed vigor, her hips moving in a frantic dance of pleasure.

The room was filled with the sound of their passion, the wet slap of flesh against flesh and the low, guttural moans of Kyle as he drove into Kat. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, Kat's body tensed and she screamed out her climax, her pussy clenching around Kyle's cock.

The sound was like a siren's call to Fiona's own desperate need, and she felt her own orgasm crash over her, her body spasming with pleasure. But even as she came, she couldn't ignore the feeling of betrayal that washed over her.

Kyle's moan of release echoed through the room, and Fiona felt a strange mix of relief and fear. What had she just been a part of? What kind of game were they playing?

Kat turned to her with a satisfied smile, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. "Welcome to the club," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

Fiona's mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. She felt used, violated, but also... incredibly aroused. The handcuffs were still tight around her wrists, a stark reminder of the power dynamic at play here.

Kat leaned in, her breath warm against Fiona's ear. "You're not the first girl I've had here," she murmured, "and you won't be the last."

Fiona felt a jolt of fear mingled with excitement, her body still quivering with aftershocks of pleasure. "What... what does that mean?" she managed to ask, her voice shaking.

Kat's smile grew wider, her eyes dark with desire. "It means," she said, her voice a low purr, "that you're mine to use however I wish."