This was my first attempt at erotic fiction. This is primarily a lesbian story. All feedback is welcome, but if you decide you do not like it and just want to tell me that I suck...that type of feedback is not needed. Thank you for taking a moment to read my work............Be Blessed much love Drakelynn Silver-Dragon
Fallon's Awakening
Fallon was a real heart breaker. She had a confidence about her. When Fallon entered a room, everybody knew it; and she never had to utter a word. Her ruby lips and smoky eyes were a stark contrast to her creamy complexion and fiery curls. Those fiery curls cascaded down her back and spilled over her shoulders accenting her perfect breasts. Her long shapely legs were always clad in those sexy silk stockings. The old fashion kind with a line up the back. They drew your eye to the shapeliest behind God ever gave a woman. Her passion was music. Fallon loved to dance. She was poetry in motion on the floor. She loved getting on a crowed dance floor and cutting loose. Feeling all eyes on her, made her hot! When Fallon was on the dance floor, she could make anybody lust, regardless of their orientation. Her provocative moves and that sexy body would draw everyone’s attention. Fallon fed off their energies. That was a driving force for her. She loved feeling like everyone wanted her. Her favorite voyeur was Lea Ann, one of the club's bartenders. They were as different as day and night.
Lea Ann was short in contrast to Fallon's long legs. Fallon seemed to be drawn to Lea Ann like a moth to a flame. Lea Ann's smile could light up a room. She was tough but tended to have a softer side that not many were allowed to see. She was 5' 2", large breasts short hair and very sparkling, soulful, watching eyes. Lea Ann wore the "rebel bad girl" image like a badge of honor. Those that managed to get past her bullshit knew that she had a heart of pure gold. When Lea Ann watched Fallon, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
Fallon used dancing as a form of release. She had been betrayed. Hurt so badly that she took an oath of celibacy. She swore that she would not love another man or woman again. It had been nearly two years when she had found the club. The music was great, and the dance floor had seating rails all the way around. She would lose herself in the music until she felt Lea Ann watching. Fallon couldn't figure out why this woman made her so damn wet. She didn't understand why after so long, she was being drawn in. As long as she had music and was able to dance she didn't need sex. Things had gotten to the point that masturbation was no longer fun or even necessary. Little did Fallon know, all that was about to change. A hunger was beginning to awaken. A hunger that only seemed to be satisfied when Lea Ann was near. Being watched by her was beginning to not be enough. Fallon knew she had to spend some time with Lea Ann, but she was not sure how to do it. Well the saying where there is a will, there is always a way certainly came to mind.
Fallon found out that the club's staff did the clean-up nightly. Occasionally they would let four or five of the regulars stay and help with the small stuff. This gave those people a chance to sober up a bit. If the staff felt that they were still too messed up after that they either drove them home or took them to breakfast. Fallon knew she liked this club, and this was just another reason. She just figured out a way to set things in motion.
Lost in thought, she did not realize that her hands had taken on a mind of their own. Her nipples were rock hard. Her skin was on fire. One hand was sliding up and down her wet snatch. Her fingers gliding over her slippery folds as her thumb roughly flicked over her clit. She was thinking about Lea Ann watching her dance, as she inserted two fingers of her left hand and stimulated her G-spot. She could feel a powerful orgasm building. That was something that she had not been able to obtain for a very long time. Fallon was almost at the point of release when the ringing phone snapped her back to reality. Cursing under her breath, she grabbed the receiver. As she breathed hello, she could not resist the urge to taste herself. She quickly stuck her fingers in her mouth before she lost the nerve or desire. She was not sure which.
