Sapphic Flames Ignited (A Passionate Collection Of Lesbian Stories)

~Sierra~ A wave of unease washed through me as soon as Mara dragged me into the clubhouse that was filled with horny and sweaty adults who didn't seem like they had a care in the world. I glanced around the clubhouse, people filled all corners; the dance floor, the pole where different guys fawned around the stripper that was baring her soul to them, and then the adjoining bar where people made themselves comfortable over a drink or two. This wasn't my scene. Hell no. I turned to face Mara with a deep frown etched on my face. "I got engaged, not signing a contract as a stripper! What am I doing here?" I dug my heels into the ground in protest, glaring at her. She threw her head in a loud laugh, her voice getting lost in the loud music. "You're here to loosen up!" She slightly yelled over the music so I could hear her. "Soon you'll be married and you have never been to a clubhouse." She pointed at the adjoining bar, which had 'VIP' scribbled at the entrance, and was shielded by a transparent glass door from where the occupants could see what was happening at the other corners of the clubhouse. "Why don't we go and make ourselves comfortable?" "Comfortable?" I echoed with wide eyes as though she had just said the worst. Technically, yeah, because I didn't see myself getting comfortable in this kind of place. "There's no way in hell I'm getting comfortable here. I need to go home." She shook her head vigorously, waving my words away as she dragged me ahead against my wishes. Of course, she was stronger, being athletic and all. "You took me to a clubhouse during my engagement..." I started as soon as my butt hit one of the plush sofas in the VIP area, dimly lit with a few occupants, mostly men. "Only God knows what will happen at my bachelorette party." She bared her lips in one of her charming smiles. "You know me so well, my darling. I'm coming, let me order." She stood up almost immediately, tapping my back like a child begging to stay obedient. I snorted. "I don't take alcohol." I bit out, surprised that I ended up yelling. Maybe my subconscious hadn't fully registered the fact that I was no longer in the loud part of the clubhouse. The transparent glass was somehow soundproof, blocking the noise, and at the same time, providing the occupants with a nice view of what's happening outside. Mara laughed at my yelling, throwing me a playful wink before heading off. Just as I let my head fall back against the edge of the sofa, blowing out a whoosh of breath, I caught sight of someone staring at me through my peripheral vision. From what I observed, it seemed to be a male figure. He was sitting a couch away from mine. I snapped my eyes closed and started counting to ten, telling myself that if I got to ten and whoever it was, still had his gaze on me, I would outrightly shoo them away. That I did, effortlessly. “What ?” I almost yelled. Then my eyes fluttered open, staring into the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. Not just any blue, but Caribbean blue. I gulped. He had left his side of the sofa and had slid to mine, our bodies almost touching. I gasped at the contact, doubling backward in shock. What's worse, my body was getting charged with the proximity. "You're trembling, kitten." That voice sounded again, but this time, very close to my ears, my p***y clenched, and so did my hand that had unconsciously balled into fists on the sofa. "Stop it..." It sounded firmer in my head, but it came out a breathy whisper. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, reverberating through me. At that point, a part of me longed to see his face, but owing to the dim blue lights I couldn't. "Come on, kitten..." He breathed into my ears and my body shook at the warmth that seared through my ears. "You surely don't mean that, do you?" He bit softly on my ears and I shuddered, snapping my eyes closed. "I'm engaged." I tried again, to establish my ground. But more breathy whispers escaped my lips. Chuckling, his hand found a few strands of hair that framed my face, trailing his fingers gently down, in the form of a caress. More shudders rippled through me. At this point, my center was already throbbing, so greatly that I pressed my thighs together. Snapping my eyes open, my gaze flew to the door, hoping I'd see Mara. So she could swing in and end this torture, since I couldn't do so myself. But the door was empty, and I was trapped. "Stop..." I tried again, a shiver surging through me when those incredibly soft fingers came in contact with my face. He continued his torturous caress on my chin and more shivers covered my body. I all but shuddered, snapping my eyes closed, lips pressed together to contain the moan that was desperately trying to escape my lips as a result of the sizzling sensation that surged down south For a moment, I forgot who I was. I forgot that I had a giant diamond ring on my finger, or that I had a fiancé waiting for me at his apartment with kissy eyes and pleading with me not to stay out late. That snapped me back into focus. I saw that he had leaned closer to my face, his breath washing over my lips like waves over the seashore. I swallowed, snapping my eyes closed, and with the last resolve within me, I held his shoulder, hoping to meet muscles behind that leather jacket, but all I could feel was athletic shoulders that didn't seem like they belonged to a guy. As if on cue, one of the bulbs strategically fixed on the ceiling right above my head, lit up and I was able to make out the rest of his facial features— Wait... Soft, medium-sized red lips, high cheekbones, not hard or chiseled, but clearly outlined. Then he smiled and the realization hit me squarely. "You're a woman..."