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Emma breathed in, her chest heaving up and down as she drove to her GPS located destination. She was no stranger to first dates, but this one felt especially nerve-wracking. How the fuck did a futanari who just discovered she was into girls, impress one?
“Nope,” Emma said aloud. “Remember what Gabriella said. You’re hot, bitch! You’re hot as fuck!” As she came upon a red light, her windows rolled down, her speakers blaring Kendrick Lamar’s “Love”, she breathed in deeply once more. “Come on, Emma!” She continued. “Who’s got a bigger cock than you? No one! Whose pussy tastes as good as yours? No ones! Hell, Lindsey should consider herself lucky she’s on this date with me!” She slammed her left hand on her steering wheel. “Fuck yeah! You got this you beautiful futa ho!”
She slammed her hand down once more, and leaned back, sighing with satisfaction. Just then, something told her to look to her left. When she did, all the blood in her body rushed to her head.
A family of four were in the lane next to hers, their windows rolled down as well, all with their jaws firmly on the floor. They had heard every word.
When the light turned green, Emma was certain she must have driven away at the same speed her dignity had run away from her just then. Well, shit.
Soon enough, she was pulling into the Restaurant de la Femme Belle, as she called it (she had no idea how to even begin saying the name, but she knew it was french, so that’s all she had). Even though Lindsey had promised to pay for everything, Emma couldn’t help but feel too poor for this place. And that’s the thing, she wasn’t poor. Far from it. Her Hard-Working-Mom(TM) slaved away as an assistant for one of the richest CEO’s in the world so that wouldn’t be the case, and she was still too poor for this place.
As soon as she left her car (in a conveniently placed nearby parking lot), she could see a large number of middle-aged men and women going in. All dressed in suits and elegant skirts. She was glad again for Gabriella’s earlier decision to go shopping.
“I’m going to kiss you for this.” She promised the cheerleader in her head. “Now though, it’s Lindsey time.”
As she walked inside, a man stopped her.
“Reservation?”
“Lindsey Silver, I’m Emma Heart.” Whipping out her ID, the man gave a snobby nod and pointed Emma to a table just barely in their line of sight. Waiting at a table surrounded by red velvet cushioned couches, was Lindsey.
Emma happily strode over to her, before stopping in her tracks as she reached the table. Emma had prepared for a great many situations. She was prepared for any futa hater to walk up and try to assault her, she’d eliminate them in a Heart-beat (get it?). If the food was bad, she’d taken some napkins she could chew it up in and throw it away later. If Lindsey was secretly a foreign agent that had somehow involved Emma in intercontinental affairs of the classified kind, she’d run away and cry to her mom on the phone.
She was ready as shit.
And yet, when Lindsey stood up, a shy smile on her face, Emma realized her folly. She did not prepare for Lindsey being breathtakingly gorgeous. The girl was dressed in a silver v-neck that clung to her waist like vegans clung to kale. Her curves, which Emma had known were exquisite, in this dress, looked divine. Her D-cup breasts, in that v-neck, looked like they were screaming “touch me, you coward, right here!”
It didn’t fit with the way the girl shyly waddled over to Emma at all. It was like you took your average school geek and gave them the body of Aphrodite.
“Hi…” Lindsey spoke softly. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
“I’m glad you invited me.” As Lindsey stood on her tiptoes for a hug, Emma had to do everything she could not to let the hug extend for all eternity. She didn’t have that kind of time, but it was easier said than done when she realized just how soft all of Lindsey was, pushed up against her.
Both girls sat down at opposite sides, Lindsey was already blushing lightly, and Emma quickly found a grin manifesting on her face.
“Alright,” a voice in Emma’s mind said. “Now’s the time. Now’s the time you use your futa charm to sweep the princess off her feet, so you can then place her back on her feet, so she can walk to your car and go home and get married and have seventeen children with annoying names and spend the rest of your lives in a mixture of sex and late-night cuddles. Do it!”
Emma breathed in.
“How’s your day been?”
Nailed it.
“It’s been okay,” Lindsey half-muttered, “I’ve kind of been looking forward to this a lot. I couldn’t, like, stop walking. I kept pacing around because I was so nervous.”
“Really? What do you have to be nervous for? I’m the one impressing the hottest girl in school.”
Now, if she’s being honest, no, Emma wasn’t aware that she was being smooth right now. She had simply been a hundred percent honest. She was genuinely curious as to denizli escort why Lindsey was nervous.
“W-What?” Lindsey blushed heavily. “N-No I’m not…”
“Yeah, you are.” Emma smiled warmly. “Everyone always says so, a lot of people think the whole geek thing you’ve got going on is a cover-up for some secret modeling gig.”
Lindsey laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners with her smile.
“Oh, stop.”
“No really, if whatever you’re going to college for doesn’t work out, you could always be a model.” At this moment, Emma saw an opportunity. She had not forgotten that beyond the promise of mind-breaking sex, there was another reason she was here. To get to know this girl. “Actually, what are you thinking of majoring in?”
Lindsey’s eyes lit up.
“Accounting.”
“Really?”
“Yeah…” Lindsey self-consciously scratched the back of her neck. “I’ve always been good with numbers. Math class is my favorite. I feel like that kind of thing suits me.”
“… A nerd to the core.” Emma couldn’t resist saying. Lindsey gasped playfully and lightly threw a bundled up napkin at Emma’s face.
“You keep bullying me and I’ll find some other futanari to take on a date.” Lindsey huffed.
“Good luck finding one with arms like these.” She flexed her left bicep and didn’t miss how Lindsey’s pupils turned dark for a brief moment.
They continued talking for a while before the food Lindsey ordered for them arrived. It was a combination of ice-cream, crepes, a salad, and filet mignon. It was the most delicious thing Emma had ever eaten, made better by the playful banter she kept up with Lindsey. The two of them had a chemistry that pulled Emma in, making the time they spent fly away quickly.
However, as Lindsey finished, she stood up and walked over to Emma’s couch, sitting down next to her.
“You know,” Lindsey began, “one of the things this restaurant is famous for is for the small theatre in the back, where they show movies. You wanna watch one?”
“Hell yeah!” Emma quickly replied. This was almost like two dates in one.
“Great,” Lindsey said, but for some reason, her voice was a little raspy. Emma raised an eyebrow but made no mention of it.
As Lindsey guided her to the second floor of the restaurant, the room shook Emma to her core. Several couches spread out with candlelit tables and surround-sound speakers all around them, at the back of the room was one, huge, screen.
“What are they showing?” Emma asked.
“That new Revengers movie, Finish Line.”
“Ooooh, I wanted to watch that!” Emma was getting more excited by the second, but Lindsey’s eyes were firmly on her, instead of on the screen.
They found an empty couch in the middle of the room. Emma sat down and in a surprisingly bold move, Lindsey nearly sat on Emma’s lap, mashed up to her right side. Emma gulped as Lindsey wrapped her arms around Emma’s right, her balloon breasts teasing Emma’s elbow.
Emma breathed in. “Movie.” She thought. “Don’t want Lindsey thinking you’re a perv, now do you?”
But as the movie began, Emma found herself unable to concentrate, as Lindsey seemed to push even harder into Emma, making her tits surround Emma’s arm.
As Emma basked in the glory of those breasts, something happened. She got hard.
“No, cock!” She thought. “Not now!”
Almost in response, her dick grew stronger. Now, it was to the point where, if the lights were on instead of that natural candlelight, everyone in the room who bothered to look would be able to see her cock’s full power.
She was about to turn to Lindsey and ask her to back off a little, worried Lindsey would freak out about what was happening. Instead, her eyes widened to find Lindsey smirking at her.
She didn’t even know Lindsey could smirk.
But she was, very blatantly at Emma.
“What are you…”
“Shh…” Lindsey brought up one elegant finger to Emma’s lips. From there, she rested her head on Emma’s shoulder and turned to watch the movie. Or rather, that’s what Emma thought Lindsey was doing. Instead, Lindsey brought that same hand down.
Emma felt it caressing her body, from her abdomen to her… Oh, god. Oh, no. As realization dawned on her, Emma found her heart rate turning quicker. What Lindsey was planning was made much clearer by the soft palm rubbing over her crotch.
Emma tried to communicate her worries with her eyes at Lindsey, but the girl was still smirking, still keeping her eyes at the screen.
Seeing that Lindsey was ignoring her, Emma leaned in.
“Um… What if someone sees?” Emma asked weakly.
“I don’t know,” Lindsey replied quietly. “So we better hope that doesn’t happen, right?”
As if challenging Emma to say something back, she found it. She found Emma’s cock beneath her dress and wrapped her hand around its outline.
Emma held back a gasp. Sure, Lindsey was only touching the dick through her dress, so there diyarbakır escort was no flesh involved, but goddamn did it feel good.
Emma was worried. This was her first time here, what if they were discovered and then Emma ended up in tomorrow’s local newspaper as the “Futa of the Theatre”, a legend to tell your children about the dangers of attending cinemas unsupervised.
However, another part of Emma was warm. The danger, the exhilarating nature of having many people around her, all not knowing that this was happening would have made her knees buckle was she standing up.
Then, Lindsey surprised her again. She reached beneath the dick, through her dress, and started running her fingers along Emma’s pussy. Emma let out a soft sigh of pleasure. One man to their left turned his head to her, and Emma’s heart nearly stopped. She was sure they’d been found out.
But, after a small staring contest between the two, the man turned back to the movie.
Now, reader. You may ask, “why would Lindsey do this?” Well, let’s go back a few minutes ago.
[FEW MINUTES AGO FLASHBACK: INITIATED]
Lindsey’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Walking up to her table was a redheaded girl, sporting a red, sleeveless dress that hugged her slim waist in all the right ways. Her confident strut, her muscular arms that threatened to be able to lift her away to heavens unknown, all of it meshed to form the picture of sexiness known as Emma Heart.
Lindsey, of course, knew that Emma was hot. Between seeing her naked, and lusting over her for a couple of years as a crush that she had accepted nothing would come out of, Lindsey knew Emma was hot. But there’s something about a woman in a dress that just amplifies all her best traits up to ten.
Before Emma had arrived, Lindsey was debating what she should do. Should she go for a kiss on the first date? Was that too slutty? Should she maybe ask for the second date herself? Was that too desperate? Of course, considering that just a day ago Emma had been conquering Lindsey’s pussy like she was Cristopher Columbus and Lindsey was 1400s America, it was a little ridiculous. But she still wondered.
She and Karly had been friends with benefits for a while, but in truth, this was Lindsey’s first real date. She didn’t know the standard procedure.
But now, seeing Emma in person, understanding the goddess that was giving her a chance at something special, she determined she would pull out all the stops. Shyness be damned.
[FEW MINUTES AGO FLASHBACK: ENDED]
Emma was close to cumming. That, in and of itself, was a terrible fact. She was in the middle of an intimate theatre, a space shared with several other couples and here she was, about to have an orgasm.
Lindsey must have recognized this because she stopped as soon as Emma was about to finish. Her smirk never left her.
Emma dropped all pretense that she was watching a movie, instead, her eyes were fixed on Lindsey. She wanted to take her, right here. Rip all their clothes off as they had yesterday, and throw her face-first on this couch and have her way. Instead, she warmly slid her arm over Lindsey’s shoulder and pulled her in.
To someone watching them from behind, or the sides, it was a simple romantic gesture.
Except, Emma started whispering in Lindsey’s ear.
“Where are we going after this?” She asked with a husky voice.
“I told my parents I was sleeping over at a friend’s house. We can rent a motel.”
“Good.” She leaned in closer, her breath dancing over Lindsey’s ear. “You wanna know everything I’m thinking of doing to you?” Emma asked.
Lindsey felt shivers run down her spine. She nodded.
“I’m going to rub my hands all over you, kissing you as deep as I can. Then, I’ll lift you by your ass, and carry you to the bedroom. There, I’ll put you down, and lick my way down your neck. Down your tits, sucking your nipples as I go. I’ll kiss your stomach, your waist… And then I’ll start on your pussy.”
As Lindsey began feeling an intense heat between her legs, Emma licked her earlobe.
“I’ll tease you, at first. Serves you right after all. I won’t touch your clit, I’ll stay as far outside of your pussy as I can.” Emma continued. “Then, I’ll go in. I’ll put my tongue as far inside of you as it can reach. I want to drink up everything that comes out of you. I want to make sure the coast is clear for my cock to come inside.”
She bit down on Lindsey’s ear. It took all of Lindsey’s willpower not to moan.
But now, it seemed Emma had abandoned her story. Now, she was alternating between biting and licking Lindsey’s ear, essentially french kissing it as she ran her hands down Lindsey’s body.
The tongue play continued until Lindsey cracked. She stood up frantically, basically dragging Emma out of her seat with her. They ran out of the theatre like they had stolen something.
They made it out of the restaurant before they slowed down, only antalya escort so Emma could speak.
“My car’s over there.”
The two of them went inside, and Emma sped off like she was in an action movie. They searched for the nearest motel on Google Maps and began their short journey.
“I’m going to crash,” Emma stated because Lindsey was currently playing with her dick as she drove.
“I need you…” Lindsey whispered.
“I know, just hold on,” Emma muttered out through gritted teeth.
Before Emma could say “unrelenting orgasm”, they arrived at the random motel they had chosen.
They sprinted inside after parking the car, Lindsey reaching into her purse and placing an unreal amount of money on a man’s desk for “one night”.
As they neared their destination, Emma broke. She spun Lindsey around and planted her lips on hers. Lindsey threw her hands up as if to protest, but Emma grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her to the wall.
It was a frenzy, the way Emma’s lips battled with Lindsey’s. Her tongue would peak out, seeking contact for the briefest moment before retreating and allowing Emma’s lips to further wrestle. Lindsey moaned into Emma’s mouth. A single strand of saliva connected their lips as Emma stood back.
They went inside their room, and quickly, Emma asked Lindsey to unzip her dress. As Lindsey removed her own, alone, the two were finally naked.
Lindsey had come across her prize. Standing in front of her, was her golden futa, a strong six-pack, an eight-inch cock, and a dripping pussy beneath it, all waiting on Lindsey.
Keeping true to her word, as soon as Lindsey walked forwards, Emma grabbed her by the ass and lifted her. Lindsey was shocked. She knew Emma was strong, but she expected that earlier teasing to be all talk. No, Emma was doing it, and she was doing it easily.
They kissed all the way to the bedroom where Emma deposited her on the bed. Only, instead of licking her way down, Emma climbed up the bed. Before Lindsey could react, Emma’s knees were by the side of her head, Emma herself facing Lindsey’s pussy.
As Lindsey was internalizing their position, Emma spoke.
“Blow me, Lindsey. Please, I need to feel those soft lips around my cock!” Emma breathed out as she forcibly spread open Lindsey’s legs and dove in. Lindsey finally released all of her pent up energy in one loud moan, as Emma ran a tsunami down on Lindsey’s pussy.
Remembering her role in this position, she grabbed Emma by the ass cheeks and pulled her down, taking Emma’s dick into her mouth. It was so large, and so long that Lindsey felt every part of her mouth being taken up, but it was worth it. Especially when she considered the near-scream Emma let out at the sensation.
Properly 69’ing, Emma began to hump into Lindsey’s mouth, her dick finding the smaller girl’s throat as she plunged inside hard. Lindsey’s eyes widened as she was forced to deepthroat Emma’s cock, but she tried to take it in stride. Emma, thankfully, didn’t leave it just sitting there, but instead went up and down, fucking Lindsey’s throat.
As she did, Lindsey got an idea and began fingering Emma’s pussy as she went on. The result was instant.
“So fucking…” Emma’s words dissolved into nothing but moans and gasps, joining Lindsey’s as she began putting more effort into eating out the other girl.
Before long, she was close to cumming, and so was Lindsey.
So, Emma stopped. She stood up, making sure that she hadn’t gotten off in the girl’s mouth.
Lindsey reacted like she’d just had her favorite toy taken away. She looked up at Emma with near-heartbreak in her eyes before the futa switched positions. She was above Lindsey.
They stared in eyes.
“Last time…” Emma started. “I didn’t get to fuck your pussy. I need it.” She said, but her eyes began scanning Lindsey’s body with confusion. She was trying to find the right position, her mind playing images of potential places she could place Lindsey.
Finally, she decided on one, and Lindsey loved her for it, as she was getting desperate to cum.
Emma grabbed one of her legs and lifted it, allowing it to rest against her shoulder.
“Alright…” Emma whispered. “Now I can do this.”
Lindsey loved many things in life. French food, math, anime, video games, etc. However, the feeling of Emma’s dick entering her in this position specifically, quickly made the top three of that list.
“Oh my god!” She gasped out, feeling eight inches of strength pounding inside of her. Impossibly, Emma seemed to grow faster and stronger as she went on. In and out, in and out, Emma stroked her so well Lindsey was nearly crying from pleasure. Her cock was hitting all the right places.
“I love this, I love this shit so much!” Emma screamed, her eyes closed. Almost frantically, she searched for Lindsey’s raised leg, turned to it, and started kissing her ankle. licking at it up and down, the new feeling brought Lindsey to the edge.
“I’M! I’M GONNA…!” Lindsey gasped out.
“Do it, Lindsey. Do it with me!” Emma released Lindsey’s legs, placed her hands around Lindsey’s head in a tight embrace, and picked up speed.
Finally, both girls screamed as Emma’s cum filled Lindsey up.
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