Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Unremarkable is taking a little longer, so have a quickie. Parts of this has been in my WIP folder for a while (some of which turned into Charms), but I finally got it finished.

Content: ff, fingering, oral

Carmine strode into the club, wincing a little at the loud music before her ears got used to it. It was the Saturday night after the university's exam period, and the club was packed with people who were finally able to relax again. The dance floor was just about full and people were standing three deep in front of the bar. She dodge between the packed bodies, made her way to the bar and a little while later she was holding a glass with some kind of fruity cocktail -- she had no idea what exactly was in it, since it was mostly for show anyway -- as she leaned against a pillar and scanned the crowd on the dance floor.

She discounted a couple of falling-down drunk college boys who were stumbling around on the dance floor immediately. She wasn't sure yet what she was in the mood for, but it would never be them. A couple of better-dressed guys who were chatting up a trio of giggling girls held her attention a little longer, but she decided against it eventually.

Then, as she finished staring down a preppy-looking frat boy who looked like he was going to approach her -- he slunk away after a few seconds of eye contact -- she caught sight of a more interesting sight behind him. A tall black girl, wearing a medium-length white skirt and a tight little yellow top with spaghetti straps. Her wavy hair was in several complicated-looking braids, one of which she twirled around her finger as she looked toward the exit, an annoyed look on her face.

***

Max watched her friend leave the club, clinging to the arm of Dave from their English Lit class, with mixed feelings.

They'd come to this club to celebrate the end of end-of-term exams, and hooking up with a handsome guy had certainly been on the agenda, but she'd hoped that they'd spend more than -- she checked her watch -- barely forty-five minutes dancing and enjoying themselves first.

Then she shook herself and finished her drink. She was just going to keep going by herself, and hopefully attract a guy of her own. A quick check in the mirror over the bar confirmed that her makeup -- violet eyeshadow and dark red lipstick -- was still OK. It looked fine.

She usually went for a little more subdued look, but her roommate had allowed her to borrow some of her clothes while she went back home for the holidays, and Max had decided to try a something different for once. She had to admit it looked good on her, and she was here to attract attention...

With a sigh, she pushed herself away from the bar and headed to the dance floor.

Half an hour later, Max felt quite a bit better. She was slightly sweaty from dancing to a couple of energetic songs and had attracted the attention of a fair number of guys, a couple of which she'd shared a dance with. She hadn't really clicked with any of them, but she still felt reinvigorated.

When the most recent song ended, she waved off another guy trying to catch her attention, and started making her way back to the bar for another drink. She'd ended up on the other side of the floor from the bar, so she headed to the edge and began circling around toward the bar.

She was about halfway, and was just passing a couple of sitting booths along the wall when a figure stepped out in front of her, emerging from behind a pillar. Max made to squeeze past, but the figure turned, and suddenly Max was looking into a pair of piercing golden-brown eyes and a husky voice, barely audible above the music even from less than two feet away, said, "I saw you dancing. Nice."

"Uh..." was all Max could say. She barely registered that the eyes belonged to a woman a good six shorter than her with ink-black hair in an old-fashioned bob and wearing a clingy red dress, slit to halfway up her thigh, that was rather too classy for this kind of club.

"Up for another dance?" The woman put a slim hand on Max's upper arm and gently turned her around, then started leading her onto the dance floor. For a moment, Max thought about declining and continuing on to get a drink, but then the woman turned and caught her gaze again. Her eyes glittered in the flashing lights and for a moment they seemed to be a red glint in them. Without really deciding to, Max found herself following the woman onto the dance floor.

After a moment, the woman reached a clear space and turned back to Max. She took her by the hand and pulled her closer. She looked Max in the eyes again and started sensuously moving to the beat. Max wasn't really interested in women, but she could appreciate the way this woman moved. She began to dance along with her. Soon everything around them disappeared into the background they got into the rhythm. The woman periodically come in close and touch Max lightly: a hand on hers, a leg against her thigh. Once or twice she came in close and, looking Max in the eye, pressed full-length into her, her ample breasts crushing into Max's smaller ones.

After some time, Max realized that several songs had come and gone. She felt a sheen of sweat on her forehead and shoulders, a burn in her legs, and she was sure a couple of hairs that had escaped from their braids were sticking to her forehead. The woman, however, barely looked winded.

***

The girl was responding beautifully. Carmine could see her dilated pupils and smell her excitement. For now it was simply from the joy of a good dance, but it would be easy to direct it along the proper channels. She felt herself grin, revealing, she knew, perfect white teeth behind her red-painted lips. She took a few moments to enjoy the moment, the feel of the thumping music pounding through her body like a heartbeat as the girl looked at her with wide eyes. Carmine's eyes found the girl's again and slowly licked her lips.

***

The song changed again, to something slow. The woman moved in close again and began swaying against her. Max felt hands lightly hold her by the hips, then the woman pushed her body full-length into Max's and leaned her head on Max's shoulder. She felt a breath tickle her ear and shivered as it felt cool on the sweaty skin.

"Enjoying yourself?" It was a husky whisper, just barely audible over the music.

Max found that her voice suddenly stuck in her throat, but nodded. The woman's scent filled her nostrils. The hands on her hips tightened their grip and pulled her forwards, into the leg that was now between hers. Lips ghosted over her cheek.

"Come along," the woman breathed.

A hand grasped hers and she was gently pulled off the dance floor as she realized that the song had ended. During their dancing, they had ended up near the edge of the floor along the wall, so it was only a moment before they were out of the press of bodies in a narrow strip of unoccupied space.

The woman pulled her along until they reached a dimly-lit corner, and suddenly Max was gently spun around and carefully maneuvered against the wall. Before she quite had time to process, the woman had pressed herself into her again, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, and then her lips pressed into Max's. Max was so overheated from dancing that the lips felt cool on hers.

For a moment, Max thought about protesting, but she realized that things had been leading up to this ever since they'd started dancing. She'd never done anything like this with another girl -- had never even wanted to -- but now her whole body was tingling.

She kissed back, opened her lips slightly and felt the woman's tongue enter her mouth to wrestle with hers. The woman seemed to have no need to breathe, and soon Max was feeling lightheaded. She broke the kiss to take a breath, and the woman's mouth immediately latched on to the side of her neck, lavishing it with kisses and little nips.

Then the woman's knee nudged aside Max's legs, and her thigh pressed upwards, under Max's skirt. Max, light-headed and breathing heavily, just went with it. She moved her hands to the woman's back and pulled her against herself. Still, there was one thing...

"What's, ah, your name?" she managed to gasp.

The mouth ceased its assault on her neck for a moment. She became aware that one of the woman's hands had drifted down from her shoulder and was stroking her butt through her skirt. Then the woman pulled back slightly and looked her in the eyes again. There was a hint of a smile on her lips. "Carmine," she said. "And you?"

Max barely managed to get out "Max," before the woman -- Carmine -- darted forward again and pressed her mouth to Max's. The hand on her butt gripped her more strongly and pulled her hips forward, against the thigh between her legs. A little jolt of pleasure jumped up into her belly, and she gasped into Carmine's mouth.

Within minutes she was clinging desperately to Carmine as her mouth, cheeks an neck were lavished with kisses and licks. The leg between her thighs never moved but it was impossible to ignore as it drew attention to itself each time she gasped or moved and shifted against it. then there was a sharp nip at her lower lip. She let out an undignified yip and Carmine pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. Even as the coppery taste of her own blood reached her tongue she felt like she was losing herself in Carmine's eyes. She thought she saw a glint of red again before Carmine smiled, revealing her line of perfect white teeth briefly before leaning forward and capturing her lips again.

She heard the woman let out a low moan, the first uncontrolled sound she had made the entire time she had been pressing herself against Max, and their tongues played against each other again.

Finally, Carmine broke the kiss and took half a step back, though she kept a hand on Max's wrist. "Sorry for that," she said, not looking at all repentant.

"It's okay," Max panted as she caught her breath. She suddenly felt uncertain. "I'm not- I've never-" she stammered, unsure even of what she was trying to say. "Women-"

"Come on, let's go somewhere more private," the woman suggested, the club's flickering lights playing over her luminous pale skin and her glittering eyes.

"Um," Max began. She was having trouble following along with the new subject change, not helped by the gentle pressure of Carmine's cool fingers on her wrist.

Carmine darted forward and gave Max a quick peck on the lips, her tongue swiping over her lower lip before she backed away again. "Your place? Or do you have a roommate?"

Max stumbled forward as the woman pulled gently on her wrist. "She's not home," she answered.

"Good! Just tell me where!"

Feeling like events were getting away from her but willing to see where they led, Max followed her out of the club, her eyes traveling from the bob of black hair, along the pale column of her neck, and down the red dress to her swaying hips and pale legs.

What the hell, she thought, You're supposed to experiment in college, right?

***

Carmine quickly had the girl settled in the passenger seat of her car, giving her directions as she peeled out of the club's parking lot. She steered with one hand, keeping the other on the girl's knee, stroking the skin gently and keeping the girl's attention on her. The angle of the rear-view mirror made it a little difficult to see behind them but she didn't want her latest companion to get distracted.

"Never been with a woman, you said?" she asked, keeping her voice low and seductive.

"No. I mean, I never thought-" the girl stammered, "I'm straight?" she said, making it sound more like a question than a statement. Carmine could practically smell her arousal.

"Maybe you are, but I have that effect on women," Carmine purred, stroking lightly up her thigh, keeping her attention. The bright-red nail polish and pale fingers seemed to glow in the dark car against the girl's dark skin. "Don't get hung up on labels," she added.

The girl nodded. Another caress a little higher up her thigh made her shiver and close her eyes. Nice and compliant, Carmine thought. She hadn't really protested when Carmine had bitten her lip, so she was following along nicely. Carmine could feel herself warming up already from the brief taste of her soon-to-be newest conquest.

The pulled into the dorm's parking lot a few minutes later, and the girl led Carmine up to her room with only a little encouragement and a quick kiss to the back of her neck.

***

Max felt preemptively embarrassed as she led Carmine up the stairs and along the corridor to her dorm room. The woman walking alongside her looked out of place in a simple student dorm, far too put-together for her surroundings. Max wasn't sure about her age, but she looked older than her, too. No longer a student, anyway.

She opened the door and took in the view. Her roommate's half of the room was neat but sterile, her bed bare until she came back for the new semester. Her own half suddenly looked far messier than it had when she'd left for the club. She hadn't been expecting to bring anyone here, and now the unmade bed and the pile of unsorted books on her small desk made it look far too disorganized for her... guest.

"Come in," she said. "Sorry about-"

She was interrupted when Carmine, immediately after her invitation, swept into the room and, in one movement, swung the door closed behind her and with one hand on Max's shoulder turned her around and pushed her up against the wall.

"No apologies. I'm not here for the room," she said, her eyes flashing as her hand moved to the back of Max's neck and pulled her head down, their lips crashing together. Carmine's tongue darted out and swept along Max's teeth once before she rallied and kissed back.

Carmine's knee came up again. Max heard it hit the thin wall with a thumb as her guest's thigh pushed between her legs again. She had barely cooled off during the car ride, and now she was swept along in Carmine's passion again. She grabbed clumsily at Carmine's back, stroking her hands along her neck and, almost without her brain's input, to her ass.

There was a pleased hum from Carmine. With a nip at Max's lower lip -- without breaking the skin, this time -- she broke the kiss and made a trail of kisses along her jawline until she reached her neck. Her mouth clamped on, sucking furiously and swiping her tongue over the skin.

I'm going to have a hickey, Max thought, giggling to herself.

Then Carmine's hands camp up and groped at her breasts, and the giggle turned into a moan. Her head fell back against the wall with a thump. For the next few minutes, her contribution to the proceedings consisted only of increasingly loud moans and unsteady groping at Carmine's back.

Finally, Carmine backed away half a step. Max looked at her with glazed eyes. There really was a red gleam in her eyes, now, but Max was far to horny to care about that now. Her blood thundered in her ears. At some point, her top had been half pulled down and her bra had come undone, so that one breasts was hanging free. It felt tingly and sensitive from Carmine's groping.

She realized Carmine was talking to her.

"Having fun?" she asked, teasing. "Or are you still stuck on being straight?"

Max felt overheated, like she was going to melt into a puddle. Her heart was thumping in her chest and the heat low in her belly and between her legs thrummed along with eveyr beat. She looked into Carmine's eyes like she could get lost in them.

"N-no," she stammered. "More!"

Carmine smirked and stepped forward in a flash. Before Max fully realized what was happening Carmine was on her knees in front of her and her skirt was yanked down her legs, a strong hand keeping her upright as it was pulled over her feet and flung away onto her roommate's bed. Carmine looked at the red lacy underwear she'd put on for the night -- she had been hoping to have some fun, even if this was not what she had been expecting -- and then reached out with both hands and pulled it apart with no apparent effort.

"That was-" Max protested, over the ripping sound, but the protest caught in her throat when Carmine pounced. Her lips fastened themselves on Max's pussy, her tongue probing deep between her folds as her lips tickled the neat strip of pubic hair above her clit.

"Gnah!" Max grunted in surprise as Carmine sucked her clit and lavished her pussy with her dexterous tongue.

Max looked down into Carmine's eyes, seeing the smile in them as Max's hands, without thinking, grabbed her hair and pulled her harder against her pussy.

She was vaguely aware of the scrape of Carmine's teeth as her head moved between Max's legs, her lips and tongue moving roughly against every part of her pussy while strong fingers took her thighs and held them im place against the wall. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Carmine's as the woman nipped, sucked and licked at her, her face getting covered in Max's wetness as Max rose, quickly and inexorably, toward her peak.

It took only a few minutes until, as Carmine hummed while she sucked hard on Max's clit, Max's orgasm crashed into her. Her head thumped against the wall again as she moaned loudly, loud enough that she was sure half the floor could hear her. Carmine kept licking at her, her tongue flicking lazily over Max's clit and drawing out her orgasm until her legs trembled and she toppled forward. Strong hands caught her as the world around her became indistinct and fuzzy, her thoughts focusing only on the pleasure.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying sprawled out on her bed, her head in Carmine's lap while the woman's fingers played with her hair.

"Good?" she asked, with a smug smirk that Max found it hard to care about at the moment.

"Yes, of course!"

"Then I think it's time you return the favor," Carmine purred.

"Um..." Max began, suddenly uncertain again. She'd never done anything like this before.

Then Carmine shifted position and Max's head fell back onto the mattress. She caught Carmine's eye as she pulled at her dress and decided to just go for it. Carmine pulled her dress up slightly, revealing a bare, pale-skinned pussy not covered by underwear. Max took a breath, but Carmine answered her question before she could ask.

"I didn't bother with underwear," she said, confidently. "It would only make this unnecessarily difficult," she added, as she crawled forward until her knees were framing Max's head.

A hand stroked Max's hair as her gaze jumped between Carmine's eyes and the pussy, glistening with wetness, now inches from Max's face.

Again, Carmine answered her question before she could ask it. "Just try things," she said, her hand trailing along Max's face until her thumb slipped into her mouth.

Then the hand moved away and Carmine lowered herself, pressing her pussy against Max's face. She looked wide-eyed up at Carmine, into her gleaming eyes visible behind her rumpled dress and her breasts. She breathed in, once. The scent of excited woman filled her nostrils, similar to her own but setting off the heat in her belly again at the knowledge that it belonged to the woman above her.

Max opened her mouth and the taste of Carmine's pussy hit her. She had another glimpse of Carmine's satisfied expression and then she let her eyes fall closed as she set to work. She licked deeply between Carmine's nether lips, slurping at her wet pussy and bumping against her clit with her nose. Carmine grunted, then tangled a hand in Max's braids, pushing her head into the mattress and briefly pulling her away from her pussy before lowering herself further and sitting on Max's face again.

Max licked and sucked clumsily, learning what made Carmine moan and shift against her. She had never done anything like this before, never even thought about doing it, but now it was the most important thing in the world that she figured out how to make Carmine shudder and scream as she sat on her face.

She tried to imitate the things Carmine had done to her, thrusting her tongue as deep inside as she could, licking along her folds as she reveled in the taste of her excitement, flicking her tongue along the stiff clit now peeking from its hiding place and finally sucking hard on it, which mad Carmine hiss between her teeth and pull on Max's hair so hard that it hurt. She didn't mind, concentrating on the sounds that she could extract from the woman above her.

After a while Carmine shifted position and tilted backwards. Max opened her eyes to see her smirk and wink at her, and then Carmine's hand ran down her stomach and found her pussy. Max's tongue faltered briefly in its movements as two fingers slid into her easily, curling and twinging around each other and making her moan. She tried to concentrate on the dripping pussy in front of her and sucked on Carmine's clit again, smiling to herself as she made her moan in turn.

Carmine's thighs trembled beside her head as she got back to work. She looked up again, to see that Carmine's eyes, too, were now slightly unfocussed even as her fingers began pumping in and out of Max's pussy. Max tried to keep up with her tempo. She found she couldn't tear her eyes away from Carmine's even as both of them began moaning irregularly.

Carmine got wetter and wetter as Max licked and slurped at her lips, the hand on her hair clenching and releasing spasmodically, making Max wince with pain even as she kept up her efforts, no thought of stopping in her mind.

She smiled again when Carmine let out a moan that turned into a shriek, but kept sucking on her clit. Then Carmine smirked, again, and her busy fingers shifted on Max's pussy. Max's eyes widened as a slim finger moved further back and, lubricated by Max's own fluids, slipped easily into her back door. A muffled sound of surprise escaped her, but with Carmine's eyes boring into her own she found it impossible to protest even as the fingers in her pussy and ass moved against each other and sent a bolt of pleasure up her body that made her pause briefly before giving another hard suck in Carmine's clit.

The extra stimulation made her orgasm rise again quickly, even though she had cum hard only a few minutes before. When the pleasure washed over her for the second time that night, she jerked on the bed but the woman above her held her in place with surprising strength. Even as her eyes fell closed and lust fogged her thoughts, she struggled to keep up her own efforts.

She wasn't sure how long her orgasm lasted, but she did feel Carmine's thighs suddenly clench around her head and heard a shriek of pleasure as she came as well.

***

The girls passed out, but she had managed to give Carmine an orgasm of her own, so Carmine counted it as a win. As she came down, while the girl breathed heavily and mumbled incoherently, Carmine slithered down her body and applied her tongue to the girl's pussy again, giving little licks while avoiding her clit. She wasn't building toward another orgasm, simply keeping the pleasure going and enjoying the little jerks of her legs as more bolts of sensation raced through her body. After a moment, she slipped a finger into her tight little ass as well.

***

When Max came back to herself, a tongue was still working away at her pussy, and a slim finger was slowly sliding in and out of her ass. She lifted her head muzzily, to see Carmine lying between her legs and looking at her from between her legs. She could feel her legs twitch and felt no need to tell her to stop anytime soon.

"That..." she began and trailed off, unsure of exactly how to describe it.

By what she could see of Carmine's face, she smirked again. "I thought you'd like it," she purred, taking away her tongue just long enough to speak and then returning to Max's pussy.

Max grinned. It had been an unexpected new experience, and the feeling of something up her butt was still unusual, but she wasn't complaining.

"The evening isn't over yet," Carmine went on, her voice seductive. "And now it's time for my fun."

Her eyes seemed to glow red again, and Max found that she couldn't look away even as Carmine turned her head slightly, licking Max's thigh while keeping eye contact. Then she opened her mouth, revealing sharp canine teeth. Max felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, accompanied by confused pleasure as a finger stroked her pussy.

A sound -- she wasn't sure if it was going to be a moan or a protest -- died in her throat as she found that she couldn't move a muscle. Even breathing was a struggle as Carmine's sharp teeth pricked the skin of her thigh, the white teeth clearly visible against her blood-red lipstick and Max's dark brown skin. There was a sudden pain and a redness around Carmine's teeth, quickly hidden as she pressed her lips against the skin and sucked.

Max could feel her heart hammering rapidly in her chest. The feeling of pleasure was joined by a rush of fear, and still she couldn't move. Carmine's eyes, entirely red now, seemed to fill the entire world. Her body felt suddenly heavy, and her vision grew dark, Carmine the only thing she could see now, like at the end of a tunnel.

Then a weakness overcame her and her sight faded entirely as she slumped back onto the mattress.

***

Carmine listened intently to the heart still thumping in the girl's chest and pulled back before she weakened too far. The girl had been fun, and it was no use spoiling a good thing.

She licked her lips and stood up from the bed, then rummaged in her purse and took out a big Band-Aid. She slapped the Band-Aid in place and arranged the girl under the covers.

As she walked toward the door, a thought struck her and she turned back to rummage in the detritus on the girl's desk.

***

Max woke because the sun was shining in her eyes. She yawned and stretched. Then hazy memories of the previous night rose in her mind and she sat up, feeling curiously weak, as if het body was having trouble waking up. She rubbed her eyes as she swung her legs off the bed.

She was still just barely wearing last night's top, and the torn remains of her panties lay on the floor, the red clearly visible against the grey carpet.

So, not entirely straight anymore, she thought, as she remembered the previous night. She might have expected to be more surprised about that, but found that she accepted it readily. Possibly the great night she'd had made it easier. She was a little disappointed that... Carmine, her name was... hadn't hung around. Max had been out for a simple one-night-stand, but it was still nice to wake up next to someone.

She frowned. She couldn't remember Carmine leaving, or even quite how the night had ended. Then she shrugged. She had had a couple of drinks.

As Max stood up she noticed a big Band-Aid on the inside of her thigh. Had she... cut herself or something? She thought back, but nothing came to mind. Shaking her head and shrugging, she turned to pick up her clothing. It probably wasn't important.

When she returned to her bed with her skirt and the tatters of her panties, she noticed a folded piece of paper on her nightstand. She picked it up and unfolded it. There was a reddish-brown smudge in the corner, but her eye was drawn to the words in neat, looping handwriting.

Thanks for a great evening.
You were pretty out of it by the end, so unfortunately I couldn't say goodbye.
Take care of yourself and drink plenty of fluids!

I'm pretty busy, but if you'd like to meet up again in a week or two, give me a call.
C.

There was a phone number.

Max folded up the paper and carefully put it in her wallet. She might take Carmine up on that offer.
