Roxanne's Night Out, Megamind's Night In

Nearing 4 PM on a Friday, Roxanne couldn’t wait to get out of work. She was reviewing a final edited version of a three part story that would be airing next week and was feeling extremely proud of the work.

Perhaps this would get her more recognition and she could do stories on topics other than the city’s resident super villain versus super hero.

Roxanne popped off an email to her boss with a link to the final approved version on the intranet and leaned back in her chair. What to do tonight? Where to go?

Roxanne closed her eyes and thought about what she really wanted. Soft lips against hers, physical intimacy, to feel good, to feel free. She had been putting in so much overtime at work that her dating life was non-existent. Plus, everyone thought she was dating Metroman, an image she perpetuated.

The reason Roxanne was fine with the general population, and her coworkers, in thinking she was dating Metroman was because it kept rumors from circulating about her sexuality.

She had come out of the closet to her closest friends and her family, but as a high profile public figure, it could still potentially harm her career. Even Richard Chamberlain was stating to the media that gay actors should stay in the closet, and she was taking his advice to heart.

Roxanne sighed, and looked forward to the day when she could do an expose on this exact issue. So much progress has been made, but there was still more to go on acceptance and not becoming defined by your sexuality as a high profile person in the media.

A bell sound notified her to an inbound email, which turned out to be from her manager. Pleased at the compliment he gave regarding her piece, she was set to go home.

An hour later, Roxanne stepped from the shower, ready for a night on the town. She decided to hit up a Friday night club called Betty, known for having a lot of hot ladies. It’s not that Roxanne completely disdained men – she found a handful in her life that she could couple with and have a crush on. They were generally fairly pretty, non threatening and in touch with their feminine side. But ultimately, she was more attracted to women.

It had been several months since she had last attended the club. The exterior was nothing special – a boring grey building in a hip part of town. But inside was something else – the club, Betty, had a fun retro theme. Hot pink and cherry red booths lined two walls, while a small dance floor took the center. Disco balls, multi colored lights, and a pink and red checkered floor completed the clubbing experience.

Roxanne gazed around the club before wandering over to the bar. She felt pretty sexy tonight – wearing her shortest black halter dress that showed ample cleavage. Sitting down at the bar, she ordered seltzer water. She was her own designated driver, and she didn’t want to get tipsy tonight, unless it was getting drunk off the heat of passion.

After several hours of chatting with other patrons and dancing, Roxanne decided to call it a night. She grabbed her clutch and was walking towards the door when someone bumped into her.
“Oh, excuse me!” a soft feminine voice uttered. Roxanne partially turned and started to say “no problem”, when she did a double take.

The woman was beautiful. Everything Roxanne desired in another human. Green eyes. Long hair. Lips that could produce a pout or a devilish grin in a moment’s notice.

Roxanne also liked that the woman was shorter than her. Roxy was pretty short to begin with and was tired of everyone always being taller. Being a naturally dominant woman meant she found pleasure in being taller than someone else once in awhile.

The woman noticed Roxanne staring, and smiled. “Hi, I’m Abby. Were you.. just on your way out?”
Roxanne shyly grinned back. “Yeah, no luck here tonight, figured I’d take off”
“I’m bored here, too. Wanna go get some coffee?” Abby inquired. Roxanne’s smiled broadened as she nodded in agreement.

Several hours later, Roxanne and Abby were still chatting up a storm, giggling, flirting away at a local 24/7 diner.
Abby had moved her original seating from across the table to siting next to Roxanne on the same bench of the booth. Abby reached over and touched Roxanne’s hair. “Ohh your hair is so silky. And I love it’s length. I get so sick of dealing with long hair” Abby cooed.
In response, Roxanne reached over to touch Abby’s hair. “I love.. long hair. It’s so.. sexy” Roxanne replied, in a low murmur. Her eyes and Abby’s locked, and Abby leaned forward to kiss Roxanne.

“Ah… let’s.. go somewhere more private..” Roxy said, agitated about being in public and being recognized. “I’ll explain in the car”, she continued, placing money on the table and grabbing her car keys.

Although she didn’t tell Abby, Roxanne started driving towards her own apartment. Her desire to be more intimate with Abby was causing the warmth between her legs to become uncomfortable.

“Abby.. you are so beautiful. It’s.. just..” Roxanne started.
“It’s just, you are Roxanne Ritchie of KCMP and probably don’t want to see headlines about your personal life?” Abby finished.
“Yes. Yes..” Roxanne replied, startled.

Abby leaned over and squeezed Roxanne’s thigh. Her hand traveled up and under Roxanne’s skirt, slowly, squeezing, circling. Abby pressed her lips up against Roxanne’s ear and murmured “I understand.. don’t worry..” and started kissing her neck.

“Ahh… ahhh..” Roxanne started to moan. One more right turn and she’d be at her apartment.

Racing upstairs from the parking garage and into her loft, without even turning on the lights, Roxy pushed Abby against the door. She gently probed Abby’s mouth with her tongue; Abby responded by pressing her body against Roxanne’s and opening her mouth wider, beckoning Roxy to enter by flicking her tongue out.

Abby had been wearing a tube top with a skirt. A size B chest, she didn’t need a bra, so when Roxanne pushed down her top, her pert breasts were ready and eagerly waiting. Roxanne cupped one in each hand, looking back and forth.

“Suck on the left one first..” Abby said, grinning. Roxanne didn’t need to be told twice, and dove for her left breast. “Ahh… ahh.. don’t forget.. the right one.. it’ll get .. jealous” Abby moaned. Roxanne alternated back and forth, bending over the shorter woman to fill her mouth and hands full of Abby’s breasts.

Roxanne peeled off the tube top and tugged off Abby’s skirt. The moon flooded the giant windows of her loft with blue light, causing Abby’s pale skin to glow blue. Roxanne led Abby over to the couch.

“Wait, what about my turn?” Abby cooed, tweaking Roxanne's nipple with one hand, her other hand grabbing Roxy's generous behind.

“Not until I get what I need…” Roxanne grunted. “It’s been.. so long, I need you. I need to taste you.”

With that, Roxanne gestured for Abby to sit on the couch. Roxanne kneeled between Abby’s legs and tugged gently on her, having Abby push her hips out until her lower half slightly over hung from the cushion.

Roxanne leaned up and kissed Abby, lighting stroking her hair. She trailed down Abby’s torso, kissing lightly, gently, swirling her tongue on the delicate, sweet scented skin.

Abby squirmed in anticipation as Roxanne sensually made her way to her target. Roxanne paused at the entrance of Abby’s freshly shaved mound, inhaling the intoxicating sweet scent of her juices.

“You’re already wet..” Roxanne smiled. “Ahh you are so hot.. got me.. worked up” Abby responded. Roxanne could hear the pleading in Abby’s voice, wanting, needing Roxanne to help release her from the sexual tension produced by hours of talking, flirting and cosseting.

Roxanne leaned forward and stretched out her tongue. Starting low, she licked slowly up Abby’s slit towards her clit. The taste of Abby further enflamed Roxanne, as she enclosed Abby’s clit with her mouth and hummed lightly, partially as a moan, and partially to stimulate Abby more so.

Roxy rested her hands on Abby’s thighs, pressing and rubbing her thumbs on the inside of those silky legs. She lightly flicked Abby with her tongue, and alternated being flicking, encircling and gently sucking on her.

Abby started moaning, enjoying Roxanne’s technique but needing more. “Ahh.. more.. pressure.. a bit.. higher… OH .. OH.. so perfect! Yes.. THERE!” Abby called out, starting to feel the intensity increase as Roxanne followed her directions.

Roxanne moved a hand up to rest of Abby’s stomach to keep a firm hold on the petite woman. With her other hand, she inserted a finger, then a second, into Abby. Slowly slipping them in and out, building up the slickness, she started to build a rhythm between her hand and mouth.

Roxanne kept up this pace, and slowly but steadily increased it. Abby reached forward and buried her hands into Roxanne’s hair, clutching, pressing Roxanne against her, so close to orgasm.
“Ah.. I’m .. close.. please.. please.. keep going” Abby pleaded and gasped.

Roxanne’s pussy was on fire. Hearing Abby’s pleas, the taste of Abby grinding into her mouth, the woman’s hands forcefully entangled in her hair, made Roxanne dizzy as the remaining blood in her head drained south.

Roxy moaned against Abby’s clit, pushed her hand in and started flicking Abby’s g spot. This was too much for Abby, her desire spilling forth as she writhed with orgasm, flooding Roxanne’s mouth with her sweet tasting, musky scented cum.

Roxanne slowly slipped out her fingers, and gently kissed Abby’s mound until her orgasm has finally subsided. While sucking Abby's come off her fingers, Roxanne gazed lustfully upon Abby.

Abby’s body was beyond delectable – glowing in the moonlight, covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, her eyes wide with raw desire, her face flushed, her lips slightly parted.

“Kiss.. me.. I want to taste myself on your mouth..” Abby gasped.

Roxanne slid up to meet Abby’s eager tongue, their faces locked, surrounded by Abby’s scent.
Abby’s hands snuck under Roxanne’s skirt and tugged on Roxy’s g-string, pulling them down to Roxanne’s knees. Roxy stood up for a moment to fling them off when a loud >i>crash interrupted them.

Roxanne’s French doors on her patio slammed open, glass tinkling to the floor.

In strode Megamind, with Minion still on the motor-air-cycle hovering beyond her patio.

“Ms. Ritchie! You will come quietly or…” Megamind started to declare, his fist in the air, but his pace came to a dead stop as he looked back and forth between Roxanne and Abby.

A look of confusion took over, as he continued to remain silent, not initially comprehending what was going on, his eyes taking in Roxanne's cleavage.

Abby squeaked with fear at seeing the city’s supervillain in Roxanne’s apartment. Roxanne closed her eyes for a moment, trying to get her lust-muddled thoughts in line.
“Megamind.. go… a... way. Now. I’m.. BUSY!” Roxanne screamed at him.

Megamind stuttered “What… what … you.. her..Ohhh... woah … uhhh I’ll come back another time..”, turned on his heel with the flip of his cape, and took off noisily on the hover bike.

“I’m sorry, Roxanne.. I am OK with you being on television and wanting to be private, but this is way too much for me. I’m going to go now, I’m sorry!!!” Abby apologized, shoving on her clothes and darting out of Roxanne’s apartment.

Roxanne plopped down on the couch with an angry sigh and a swollen clit, which was still begging for release.

“Guess I’ll have to get this done by myself. Note to self: Kill Megamind and get him to for the destruction of my patio doors” she muttered, slipping her hand down between her thighs to finish what the evening had started.