Date: Sun, 13 May 2007 17:40:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dizzle Shizzle <samajisan@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Public Works Club

Three girls going to a movie isn't that odd, even if they have on matching,
but multicolored, skirts. They stopped in the lobby after getting their
tickets and a large drink, then briefly held a game of rock paper scissors.
One, with curly blonde hair, seemed happiest, so she must have won. But
neither of the other two seemed put out by this; the one with straight
brown hair tied in a ponytail simply smiled, while the one, a slightly
shorter brunette, rubbed her hands together in anticipation. It was fifteen
minutes before the show started, but they went in anyways.

The trio immediately headed for the top row of the stadium seats, on the
left side as you face the screen. Before sitting, one grabbed the large
Pepsi and clumsily tripped, tossing it across all the seats between theirs
and the staircase. None of the girls looked upset by this, they just sat
down in the corner, the seats always covered in shadow.

The blonde sat on the far end, the one brunette in the middle, and the
ponytail to the right. As they sat, ponytail surreptitiously yawned and
placed a hand on her waist, the fingers just barely inside the skirt.
Glancing at her companions, who were busy trying to guess the trivia
question on the screen, she slowly slipped her hand inside and began
rubbing her already wet crotch. She wasn't far though, before she was
caught.

Brunette turned to see her friend's actions. "Claire!" she whispered
sharply.

Claire withdrew her hand guiltily. "Sorry, Laur, but you know how horny
this always makes me."

Lauren smiled impishly, "more than anyone." He expression hardened. "But
you know the rules. You have first watch, we don't want a repeat of a
couple weeks ago."

Claire gaped at her. "First of all, that was your fault, and secondly, I am
so-"

"Girls, girls," the blonde interjected. "C'mon, don't fight. We'll all get
our turn."

"Easy for you to say, Britney, you're first," responded Claire.

Britney settled back luxuriously into her chair. "And I'm going to enjoy
every second of it. You think you can get me two, hon?" She glanced at
Lauren.

"Sure, babe." She said back, patting Britney on the inner thigh. Claire
wasn't jealous; she knew how things worked among the three.

The theatre slowly filled, not full enough to necessitate people actually
sitting next to people they didn't know, but almost. A couple groups tried
the seats next to the trio, but every one backed down after one sit on the
moistened cushions. Finally, though, the previews started.

"You know how it works, girls, let's do it." Britney whispered, leaning
back and spreading her legs slightly. The nearest group of people were two
rows down, apart from some in the back row at least ten seats away.

And the girls knew how it worked. Claire lifted her right leg to set it on
the seat back in front of her.  She let her flowing skirt drape down,
hiding the other two from view as she laid back to watch the movie. Lauren
meanwhile slid slowly down the length of her chair until she was on her
back, then softly rolled her way off it. She crawled over until she was
under Britney, positioning herself, knees on skirt, to be facing her but
low enough so she wasn't seen. She reached both hands down to lift Brit's
skirt (she was biting her lip), then dropped it back onto her back. The
skirt was long enough to hit the floor behind her.

Claire recognized the whimper coming from Brit as Lauren softly stroked her
bare clit with a single finger (it had to be bare, according to the rules
you're not allowed to wear any panties on game day). But Claire resisted
the urge to look over, as that would violate her position as watch. She
instead watched the screen, keeping her peripheral vision on anyone who
came close.

Finally, after what seemed to Britney like a century of torture, the music
changed and Claire whispered, "movie's starting." Lauren held her off for a
bare handful of seconds, but Britney gripped her head hard, so the younger
girl licked her pussy for the first time that night. Lauren heard her gasp,
but no moan passed her lips so they didn't have to abort. She snaked her
hands over Brit's bare thighs to grab her ass, pulling herself forward into
the tanned woman's essence.

Britney managed not to squirm too much under the oral assault, occasionally
grunting, her eyes shut tight. She clamped her legs around the bulge coming
from her skirt, laying one hand on it and pulling at her hair with another.

Through all this, Claire's breath quickened but she did not tear her eyes
from the movie, even for a glimpse. She didn't move her hands from the
armrests, she stayed as still as she was able, biting her bottom lip.

Lauren kept licking up and down Britney's slit, sucking the clit in and out
occasionally, or sticking her tongue deep inside her public lover. She
lapped up the wetness, again thankful for the heavy perfume all three of
them wore.

But Britney was thankful for more than that. She managed not to kick the
seat in front of her as she orgasmed for the first time of the evening. She
could have stopped, but the rules were the rules; if she stopped the
younger girl, that was it for her for the night. So, she pushed herself
headlong into another orgasm, feeling her pussy go slightly numb before she
exploded in pleasure again.

"Man, it's hot in here." Claire whispered, making Britney freeze. Claire
wasn't looking at her, and neither did Lauren slow in the least, but Brit
shut her mouth tight and stopped rocking; Claire's seemingly innocent
phrase was code for "you're being too loud, tone it down." Britney didn't
remember breathing that hard, but the sweat on her forehead disproved that.

She didn't have time to think though. Lauren changed her angle of attack
slightly, and during a particularly loud scene in the movie Britney allowed
the merest of moans to escape unnoticed as she was orally tongued to her
third orgasm. As she came, she flung her right arm out to grasp
Claire's. Claire took it and held it, a slight breach in the rules, but one
for which Brit was grateful; she knew Lauren would have ignored the hand,
as dictated. Lauren might have been a tad cold, but she was by far the best
pussy eater. She could make a person come almost just by kissing their
slit.

Lauren sensed the girl's fatigue as Britney's pussy quivered beneath
her. Britney stroked her hair, cue for her to slow it down, so she did. She
occasionally pulled back to flick her tongue across the exposed (and
shaved: rules again) pussy, then would gently lap at the engorged
clit. Britney shivered, occasionally tensing. Finally she tapped Lauren
twice on the head, signal for her to stop.

Claire stood up and leaned over to whisper, "I gotta pee." She didn't, she
was just giving them a distraction so Lauren could crawl up into Britney's
seat while Britney moved to where Claire had been. Claire clomped down the
stairs, eliciting stares from a few of the patrons, but she came back soon
enough. She scooted her way in, rubbing Britney's now exposed leg as she
passed. Brit gave her a weak smile, then lifted her foot behind her friend
as her watch began.

Lauren was by far the best at following the rules. She kept her eyes open,
brushing a stray lock of brown hair from her eyes, then adjusted herself
imperceptibly on her seat. From Britney's perspective, she was just sitting
there watching the movie. But from Claire's view under the skirt, Lauren
had lifted herself up a few inches off the seat and was tensing her pussy
in anticipation. So Claire began slowly licking it, always just around her
clit.

It wasn't long before Claire thoroughly licked two of her fingers and
twisted them in, making Lauren begin to buck her hips; from Britney's
position, Lauren was completely still, looking forward with her eyes
glazed.

Once Claire was certain that Lauren was literally dripping onto the seat
below her, she put in three, then immediately four fingers. She felt the
most experienced one of them tighten her pussy, so Claire licked her past
her first orgasm. But she didn't stop; of the three, Lauren was the only
one ever to get into the double digits all in one sitting.

So Claire pushed her hand further into the soaking wet vagina, occasionally
stopping to lick her friend. The bucking had long since stopped as the hand
went up all the way to the knuckles, pushing its way past the labia
walls. Finally it got in, and Claire proceeded to fist Lauren to another
explosive orgasm.

Lauren was in heaven. She absolutely loved it when they fisted her. Tongues
were good, but nothing could compare to the filling of her pussy by another
woman's hand. Had they been in a bedroom, Lauren would have been screaming,
bucking her hips wildly, tugging at her hair as she had orgasm after
orgasm. But, as it was, she merely began to tremble as wave after wave of
immense pleasure hit her. She glanced over at Britney, in her opinion the
sexiest one of them, and imagined her taking off her top to lie it on the
seat next to her. Lauren imagined her standing up to tug off her skirt,
then laying back and fingering herself to each orgasm Lauren herself had.

She lost count after 6, which was when she let herself slowly down onto the
chair, unable to support her own weight. But Claire felt no tap on the
head, so she savagely continued pumping her fist in and out of the older
woman's vagina.

Finally, when she felt she could take it no more, Lauren reached down to
tap her young friend on the head. But she stopped herself an inch short as
the fist pulled its way out unexpectedly, making Lauren for the first time
moan slightly in pleasure. Claire smiled at this, but her smile was gone as
she orally assaulted the gaping pussy in front of her harder than she ever
had. Lauren gripped the armrests for dear life as she pushed herself into
her seat.

It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. She felt herself thrown
down as her pussy throbbed, reveled in the feeling of that tongue pushing
against her. After about a minute of this, she felt like she was about to
explode so she reluctantly tapped the young brunette on the
forehead. Breaching the rules, Claire came up slowly that moment to sit in
her chair, then leaned over and planted a kiss on the other woman's lips.

As Lauren tasted her own cum she tried to protest, tried to give her a hard
stare about such an extreme violation, but instead just stuck her tongue
out to taste as much as she could.

But it was over in a few seconds; even Claire knew the dangers of giving
into passion in public.

Lauren was walking on air as she switched seats, allowing Claire to
position herself for her first turn of the evening. She leaned over, while
Britney was in the bathroom, and grabbed the younger woman's chin to pull
her closer to herself.

When their lips were barely an inch apart, Lauren looked into her eyes and
said, "I love you dearly, and that was incredible. Thank you." As Lauren
lifted her shoulders and smiled, Lauren's expression changed. "But it was
reckless and you know it. Never do that again." Chastised, Claire returned
to her chair a bit glum. But as Britney came bounding back up the stairs
she lost all feelings of sadness as they were replaced by a tingling in her
chest and between her legs.

Claire and Britney had been friends since the seventh grade, and lovers
since the eighth. They had made love as often as possible, but inevitably
their burning passion began to die down. So, they began to do it in
public. At first it was just restrooms and changing stalls, but soon they
were tribbing on park benches, of licking each other off beneath restaurant
tablecloths.

And then, one day, in the JA-JI aisle in the back of the public library, as
they masturbated each other furiously, Britney realized they were being
watched through the bookshelves. They stopped and, unabashed, a girl
wearing a jacket from the local college walked around to sit next to their
half-nude forms.

Expecting to be turned in, the girls were surprised when she said, "you two
could learn a lot about subtlety." The other two giggled nervously,
suddenly very aware of how awkward they must look with their hands down
each other's waistlines.

Then the new girl tossed back her hair and leaned in close to them. "May I
join you?" She asked oh-so-innocently, licking her lips. Britney bit her
lip, looking at her partner, but Claire nodded eagerly and scooted to one
side. Claire was a little awkward at first, allowing this complete stranger
to touch her and being made to touch a stranger in return, but all doubts
melted away in the first kiss and that second orgasm. They all three
fingered each other in a triangle for at least a half an hour before the
new girl got up to go.

"My name's Lauren." She said, grabbing a pen out of her purse and pulling
both girls toward her. She wrote three digits on one arm and four on
another. "Count me in next time." She smiled and was gone.

>From that day on, they always did call her. It was Lauren who named their
little group the Public Works Club, and she also came up with most of the
Rules. But Claire and Britney were still ironclad lovers, and Claire still
tingled with anticipation as Britney crawled over their mutual lover to
kneel beneath her. Lauren put up her leg, and they were off.

Brit's tongue lacked the precision of Lauren's, but she made up for it with
her sheer passion. After a few kisses, she began to probe everywhere with
her tongue. Claire brushed her hair out of her face as she moved back and
forth almost imperceptibly.

She looked around at the people, all still engrossed in their movie. It was
almost to the point that Claire couldn't get off in private. Britney could
of course masturbate to a climax in a matter of minutes anywhere, but
Claire was beginning to rely on this feeling of danger. Even when they all
three had sex together, as they had begun to do now, it was nowhere near
the feeling she got as she was licked in public. It was exhilarating to
know that at any time someone could look over to discover her making love
in public. She sometimes almost fantasized that they would.

She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. It felt so good. Britney's
rhythmic licking had now been accentuated by two fingers gently twisting
their way into her.

As she opened her mouth to gasp a little (her g-spot had just been lightly
stroked), she saw a woman walking back up the aisle with a drink in
hand. Claire grasped Britney's head as she mentally removed the woman's
skintight jeans and tie-dyed t-shirt. But just then, as Britney made a
particularly ferocious assault against her clitoris, Claire made eyecontact
with the woman.

Claire quickly stroked her lover's ear, a silent way of screaming at the
top of her lungs, "OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" She was still look at the woman,
who had resumed her seat, but she was thinking of that one moment that
she'd almost been seen.

She exploded into Britney's awaiting mouth as she doubled over, biting her
fist to stifle her gasps. She rarely had more than one orgasm when they
met, but she felt the quality far outweighed the quantity. Britney finished
up and got up to sit between them, feeling elated that she'd given her
woman so much.

"Movie's almost over." Said Lauren from beside them. "You two wanna come
over to my house for tonight?" Britney looked at Lauren, who simply smiled,
so Britney looked back, nodding.

"Ok, but on one condition, Laur."

"What's that?"

"That you break one rule."

"But we-"

"Please. You need it more than any of us."

Lauren sighed, but she was smiling. "Fine. What do I do?"

Lauren thought for a second, but Claire spoke up in a whisper. "You see
that woman over there?" she pointed. "The one in the tie-dye. She'll go to
the bathroom once the movie ends. Go in after her, tell her your name, show
her your breasts, and tell her you want to sleep with her tonight."

Lauren listened anxiously. For all her austerity, she was really dead
afraid that anyone would find out. "And if she says yes?"

"Then we all have a lot more fun tonight."


I hope you liked my story. I may continue it, tell me if you think I should
at samajisan@yahoo.com. It's fictional, but the characters and the Public
Works Club are both based on real people I know (and am!).

Tell me if you liked it, or if I'm not the only one to enjoy it better in
public.