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This is a work in progress that I started a few weeks ago...Feedback welcome. :)

We were supposed to go to a movie. We met first for drinks at the posh little bar with overpriced martinis and flaming twinks as waiters. The plan was to go see that faggy little art flick that everyone has been raving about, but after less than an hour it was clear that wasn't the direction I wanted the evening to head. She was a serious flirt, with that James Dean swagger and cool. I suspected she got mistaken for a fag more often than not. I could just imagine some Daddy type flirting with her at the leather bar. Watching her grip her beer (bottle, of course, no glass for this butch), I wondered if that's how she grips her cock while she's jerking off. As I feel myself start to blush a little, she interrupts my thought process after settling the tab with the bartender.

"So," she says, "want to head to the theater?"

I look up at her, coy, through my lashes. I catch her eye, and don't look away when I say, "No."

Her swagger falters. "No?" I can hear her thinking that she read all the signs right...thought we were getting along..."Doesn't she like me?"

"No," I say, "I think Memorial Park might be a better choice."

"Memorial..you mean, that park where all the gayboys fuck in the bushes?"

***

There are flashes of lighters near the bushes. That's how the boys let each other know that they're there. She seems a little less sure of herself, now.

"Aren't they afraid of getting caught?"

"No," I say,"the cops pretty much leave them to it. As long as no one complains."

"And no one complains?"

"Uh, this IS the gay ghetto. No one is home TO complain. Mostly because they're here cruising, too."

I lead us to the picnic table in the moonlit clearing. I turn around, run my hands down her chest, lean in to kiss her and pull away just before our lips meet. I want to make her take control.

I sit on the table, and let my skirt rest above my knees...my mid-calf boots in their black, high-heeled splendor, dangle just above the ground.

She uses her hips to push my thighs apart. This table is the perfect height; I can feel her cock grazing the black lace panties that I wore tonight, being optimistic that she wouldn't object to sex on the first date.

She leans in to kiss me, and stops less than an inch from my lips. I can feel her breath on my skin, her hands tightening around my back.

I wimper. "Kiss me, dammit."

I can feel her grin. This is revenge for making her confidence to falter back at the bar.

"Aren't you quite the demanding little slut?"

I pout for less than a second before I hook my fingers through her belt loops and pull her toward me.

The longer we kiss, the more insistent her cock gets. Her hips are pushing in circles between my legs, and my nails have GOT to be leaving marks on the back of her neck. With one hand on my back, she uses the other to unbutton her jeans. I can see her cock popping out...bigger than I thought. Delicious. She's clearly ready to take me, but I have other ideas before we get there.

I slide off the table and onto my knees on the soft grass. She seems surprised; not a lot of femmes are willing to give head. Too many of us got burnt out giving blow jobs to guys before we knew we were queer. But sucking a butch...it's a totally different game. Put a bio-cock in front of me and I'd probably wince. But put a butch in front of me with her hard cock, and I'm on my knees before you can say "swallow."

I wrap my hand around the shaft, bringing the tip of her cock toward my mouth. Slowly, I lick around the tip and look up at her. I want to make sure she can see how much I want this. I want to watch chivalry struggle with desire while I tease and lick, until she can't stand it any more. I can feel her hands on my shoulders getting lighter...she wants to put them on the back of my head and guide my mouth all the way down her cock. But she doesn't; chivalry is still winning the battle.

I tongue the head of her cock, moving it back and forth across the ridge underneath. She moans, and I feel her thighs tighten. Tentatively, she puts one hand on the back of my head, just for a moment, as if to say, "Yes, please, god, yessss..." I take a deep breath, and pull her cock into my mouth. Her grip on my head tightens, and she gasps. "Fuuuuck...oh, god..." I work my tongue up and down the shaft, taking her deeper on each thrust. Her hands guide the back of my head, tugging on my hair. Her head is thrown back in the moonlight while her hips thrust her cock deeper into my mouth, and she starts to lose control..."Oh god, baby, yes, take it for me...fuck, baby, suck that cock for me, yeah..." I can feel myself getting wetter as her thrusts get deeper and harder. My eyes start tearing up from suppressing my impulse to gag, but I'm not going to stop now. I want her to feel what it's like to come like this. Her knees bend slightly, and she starts fucking my face. "Oh, baby, yes...fuck...keep sucking my cock...oh, god....fuckkkk...." Her muscles tense and she tightens her fist in my hair. "Oh, goooooddddddddd........" She grunts, "Ugh, ugh, yes, baby, fuck...fuck...ughhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...yeah...."

My pussy is as swollen as my knees are now from being in front of her like that. She pulls me up off the ground, and pushes me onto the table. Before I know it, she's pushing her cock into me, sliding in easily but with the kind of force that sends me reeling. She is going to take me like she wants me. I lean back and throw one leg over her shoulder; this gives her leverage to push deeper inside me. She's holding my wrists down with her hands, and my thighs are pinned by the weight of her body on mine...not that I would dream of trying to get away now. I can feel the head of her cock banging in me deeper and deeper, and I start to moan and gasp and talk dirty to her. "Baby, fuck me, yes, I can feel your cock inside me, I want you to fill me up with all your hot cum, baby...fuck me, give it to me, make me your little slut...Harder, baby, fuck me harder..." With that, she lets out a long, deep groan and her hips start jerking on top of me..."Oh, yeah, baby, that's it...fuck me, come inside me....god, yes..." I can feel my own muscles tighten and tense, milking her cock for every last orgasmic drop while I come around her.

She stays inside of me for a minute, both of us breathing heavy and riding the aftershocks. Finally, she props herself up on one hand, using the other to wipe the sweat off her brow. "Whew," she laughs, "I uh...I guess I thought only the boys came here to get blown in the park." I grin. "Well. It's mostly boys. But I bet you could show them a thing or two about how to fuck." She grins back at me. "Yeah. Well..." She pulls out of me, and I sit up. I watch her tuck her cock back into her jeans. "So..." she looks like she doesn't quite know what to say next. "You still wanna go see that movie? I think there was a 9 o'clock showing, too."

I laugh. "Ya know, I hear the back row of that theater has seats that lean all the way back..." I catch a little spark in her eye, as she reaches out and pulls me toward her. "Oh, reaaaaaally?"

"Uh, huh. Maybe we should go check that out."

"Maybe we should."