The Secret Diary of Silvia Castro - Topic: Clubbing
Title: The Secret Diary of Silvia Castro
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: What if Silvia kept a diary...of ALL her sexual exploits with Pepa?
A/N: Handed in my second last assignment today. *bounces happily* One more to go and I’m free! Like a...bird...superman....what's free? *shrugs* Soo I thought I’d celebrate my almost freedom by getting kinda sorta tipsy and writing this. That way y’all can kinda celebrate with me too. *grins* I think. Ok I’m not making much sense. But the ones that have been reading my stuff long enough should be able to interpret my nonsensical ranting. Enjoy!!
THE SECRET DIARY OF SILVIA CASTRO - Topic: Clubbing
Dear Diary,
What a night. My legs still quiver just thinking about what transpired at the club last night. It had started off as teasing, nothing more. Pepa was at the bar, catching her breath and downing a beer. Dios, she looked so fuckin’ hot just leaning against the counter wearing tight jeans and a simple t-shirt. The way her hands held that condensing bottle, fingers wrapped lovingly around its neck, her velvety soft lips covering the opening to allow the liquid to trickle into her mouth...no wonder the bottle was sweating. I had never been so envious of a goddamn beer bottle before but there you go.
And her eyes. I could feel them on me, undressing me, tracing down every inch of my body. Those liquid brown eyes, clouded with desire, fueled with passion...she may have been standing across the room, separated by a throng of people but I could still feel her heated gaze. And it was making me wet. So I retaliated. I needed to relieve the pressure that had steadily been building between my legs, bubbling up my stomach. I was already on the dance floor; Pepa once told me that she loved to watch me dance. She told me that the way my body moved turned her on. The fact that my body moved amongst a crowd of writhing bodies made her just that much hotter for me.
So I decided to put that information to good use. I sidled up to a girl who had been watching me with interest since I hit the dance floor. I moved up behind her until her back was pressed against my front. I heard her gasp in surprise but her grating movements never halted. I gripped her waist and pulled her closer to me, moving in time to the rhythm of her swaying figure. She grounded her ass into my crotch, making me ridiculously wet. I ran my hands up her sides, to the underside of her breasts and down her stomach. I nosed her hair aside, pressing a teasing kiss to the side of her neck. All the while, I kept my gaze on Pepa, purposely mocking her.
And boy was it working. Even from the distance, I could see Pepa’s nostrils flare with jealousy. I saw her slender fingers tighten on the neck of the bottle, knuckles whitening under the pressure. I smirked at her, knowing that whilst she was growing steadily angrier and jealous, she was also irrevocably turned on by my little act. I wanted her to stake her claim; tell the world that I belonged to her and nobody else. That only she could touch me. I tightened my grip on the girl I was grinding up against and reached up a hand to grab a handful of her blonde hair, yanking her head back to lick up the length of the side of her neck. She moaned and thrust her ass into my pelvis, her hands reaching behind to grip my waist for balance.
Pepa’s gaze never wavered from mine. Desire still lurked in those liquid brown eyes but now they were tinge with a jealousy born from possession. I was hers. She knew it. I knew it. Eyes still locked on each other even though my body swayed seductively with this girl, in time with the beat of a song, I challenged Pepa. I dared her with my eyes to come here and take me. Take what was rightfully hers. I punctuated my question with another lick to the girl’s neck, sucking on her pulse point purposefully. I took delight in her moans, letting it wash over me; it made me feel powerful. The drumbeats that screamed out from the speakers only adding to my excited state; the beats pulsated through me, sending shockwaves of pleasure.
I felt more than saw Pepa approach, cutting through the sea of people like a knife. I saw from the corner of my eye the predatory way she slinked over, body coiled tight like a spring, stomach muscles no doubt bunching and flexing underneath that t-shirt of hers. I felt her commanding presence behind me, her intense stare heating my back and melting my spine. I purposely spun the girl around so that she was face to face with me...and Pepa.
I allowed a small smirk, combined with a trace of apology as the girl looked past me into Pepa’s steely eyes. I took hedonistic pleasure in watching her gulp as she removed her hands from my hips. She bit her lip as Pepa replaced her absent hands with her own, yanking me none too gently into her. I heard Pepa growl behind me and it was enough for the girl to scatter. I snickered and began undulating my hips in time with the music, grating my ass into Pepa’s crotch. She responded by tightening her grip on my waist and leaning down slightly to breath into my ear. I shivered as she husked that nobody was allowed to touch me, that I was hers for the taking only. She accentuated her words with a painful nip to my earlobe. The pain combined with the feel of Pepa’s entire frame pressed so intimately against my back only served to increase the fire between my legs.
But the masochist in me still wanted to play. I tilted my head upwards and turned it slightly until my lips were inches away from Pepa’s. I replied that she was all talk and no play, that the girl had made me so impossibly wet. My voice was nothing more than a raspy whisper; it licked at my nerves in a way that almost made me come. Before I could continue my verbal tirade, Pepa had snaked a hand up to grasp my jaw, tilting it up almost painfully so that she could capture my lips. The abrupt contact was bruising and forceful. She waited for no invitation as her tongue whipped out, forcing past my lips to manipulate my own into submission. She used her tongue to dominate every inch of my mouth, swiping over my teeth, the sides of my mouth, the roof of my mouth, before entangling it with my own tongue that fought back valiantly to no avail.
I was all but gasping when she finally ended the kiss, pausing only to suck hard at my bottom lip and biting down on the soft tissue before pulling away. She bit down hard enough that when I licked my lip to savor her sweetness, I could feel the indentations her teeth made. I looked around briefly through hazy eyes; the dance floor was getting fuller. A perfect opportunity for getting Pepa to do what I wanted her to. Getting up on my tiptoes, I brushed my lips against her ear, demanding that she fuck me. Here. Now. I licked the shell of her ear as an incentive and felt a tremor slide down her body. I couldn’t help but almost purr in response; I loved that I still had that effect on her. The power to render her powerless. There was no other feeling like it in the world. The heady rush; the way it made me feel like I could take on the world and emerge unscathed. My internal musings did not last long. Pepa always made good on her promises and she there was no shot in hell that she would back down from a challenge.
She pressed her cheek against mine, her short bursts of breaths warming my skin. She husked that I had no idea what I had unleashed in her. That my little rendezvous with the blonde deserved ample punishment. That she was going to fuck me on this dance floor, amongst the mass of moving grating bodies. That I was going to come hard, on her fingers and all over her hand. I merely shivered in response, unable to come up with a suitable retort because the thought of stringing together an intelligible sentence was beyond comprehension right now.
I unconsciously spread my legs wider as I felt Pepa brush my hair to one side, pressing her soft lips on that spot behind my ear. I felt her hands move under the thin tank top I had on, trailing her fingers down my spine, manipulating the muscles beneath the skin to shudder to her touch. I felt her linger at my lower back, gently massaging and caressing, working me up to an almost frenzied state. I murmured a “please” but she ignored me; moving her mouth to the side of my neck and imitating what I had done on the blonde. She licked my neck, mixing in bites and kisses along the way. I was so wet for her I could feel it paint my inner thighs; its slick warmth dripping out of my sex.
I almost sobbed in relief when Pepa’s hand worked its way underneath my miniskirt. I sent a silent thank you to whichever deity that I had the good sense to wear a skirt and not jeans. I involuntarily moaned when Pepa’s talented fingers slipped under the material of my thong and ran its pads through the abundant wetness. I heard Pepa curse in response and I thrust back into her, wanting more. She gripped my hip and growled that this was her show; that I was not to dictate. Her commanding voice only resulted in my sex to flood her stilled fingers with a new wave of arousal. This seemed to please Pepa and she moved those fingers again. All the while she was touching me we kept up the pretence that we were simply dancing; it wasn’t hard. The motions one’s body makes whilst making love is almost the same as dancing.
Pepa’s fingers hovered above my clit, flicking the nub almost absentmindedly. I was panting heavily by then, my pupils more than likely dilated from the passions that Pepa had stirred up in me. I almost screamed aloud when Pepa thrust two fingers into me and simultaneously bit down on my shoulder. Her teeth were sinking in my skin and she was sucking on the soft tissue, marking her territory. I managed to swallow my cry of passion by clamping my own teeth down on my bottom lip. She suckled harder, tongue flicking out to lick at the skin on my shoulder as her fingers began pumping in and out of me. I couldn’t help but let loose a moan as my hips began rocking back and forth as subtly as I could manage, moving in time to the rhythm of Pepa’s fingers.
“Mine,” Pepa growled into my ear, having released the bit of skin she had previously marked. I nodded frantically, trying desperately to not let my tongue flop out from my insistent panting. I pushed against her thrusting fingers, begging for her to go deeper. I felt Pepa pull out only to drive three fingers back inside me. She kept the movements of her hand subtle, using her body as a shield to hide her actions. By this point, I could care less who saw. I simply wanted those fingers to bring me to over the edge. My legs were quivering; I was not sure just how long I could keep standing.
Pepa obviously sense this because she began pumping her fingers in and out of my dripping wet sex faster, breathing into my ear that I come for her. I felt her curl her fingers inside me and her thumb pressing down gently on my clit; I came right there and then on the dance floor of the club. I bit down harshly on my lip as my orgasm streaked through me, inflaming my nerves and boiling my blood to an almost unbearable level of heat. My entire body jerked and trembled as my orgasm continued to scream throughout my body, making muscles shake in sympathy and my bones to liquidate. I collapsed against Pepa’s strong frame as it ended, though aftershocks still caused an odd tremor or two. I felt Pepa’s fingers retreat and from where my head rested on her shoulder, I watched her bring them up to her mouth to lick her glistening fingers clean. She looked down at me as she sucked my arousal off her fingers, that satisfied smirk firmly in place.
I merely smiled back at her and whispered I love you.
Needless to say that when we left the club to go home, sleep was the last thing on our minds.
~ S