Still Got It

This year, the drag show has a mixture of sad, funny, and poignant acts. Marcie goes first, which is astonishing in and of itself – Nate usually opens the show himself. I’ve never really spoken with Marcie outside of our encounter backstage last year, and I am surprised when she announces to the audience that she’s positive. She cleverly pounds that point home with a play on the words: “Some of us are going to get sick: I’m positive. Some of us are going to die: I’m positive.” She launches into a heartbreaking rendition of Amazing Grace. After a few bars, the audience joins in and finishes the song with her. The mood is melancholy when she leaves the stage, but that changes quickly when the Queen of Manhattan comes out (so to speak). She performs beautifully as usual, and is just as sassy as ever. Mary Lou performs again this year, and this time receives a standing ovation. She’s really going places, I think. She’ll be on the radio soon!

Next, in an interesting juxtaposition from Mary Lou’s performance, the sounds of pop music fill the room. Chantelle bounces out from behind the curtain to perform Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.” When she starts pulling people from the audience to dance with her, Santiago mutters, “Oh, hell no.” She leans over to me. “If she tries to get me up there, I’m sending you. There is no way I’m getting on that stage.” I laugh. True to her word, when Chantelle takes Santiago’s hand and tries to tug her on stage, she places my hand into Chantelle’s and shrinks away. Laughing, I allow her to pull me onto the stage. I aggressively dance very close to her, dipping her at the end of the song, and dance her off the stage still holding her very close. I wave at the audience as we disappear backstage.

I push Chantelle up against a wall and lean in to kiss her. She kisses me back, but after a moment she pulls away abruptly, looking behind me. I turn around and see a man dressed in a bright orange cut-off tshirt.

“Hey babe. This is Katherine. Katherine, this is Sterling – my husband.” Both Chantelle and Sterling seem unperturbed by the strange situation.

“Hello!” says Sterling.

“Hi there,” I say. I glance back at Chantelle. “So, did you want to continue…?”

She glances at her husband, but I shake my head. “Not him. Just you.”

“I can just watch,” Sterling interrupts. “I mean, if that’s cool with you.” He sounds eager.

I look back at Chantelle, who shrugs. “Okay, sure,” I say. “But let’s go outside, where it’s dark. Everyone else is inside watching the show, so it will be more private.”

They follow me outside via the stage door. I waste no time in pushing Chantelle up against the side of the lodge. I’m feeling aggressive tonight. My left hand holds her there by her throat as my right hand scratches her leg gently, starting at her knee and trailing up her inner thigh. I watch her face as my hand snakes up her skirt, and… oh.

“No panties, huh? You must have been hoping for some action tonight.” She gasps as my fingers make contact with her wetness.

I hear the rustling of clothing behind me. I’d forgotten Sterling was there.

“You love showing off for him, don’t you?” I taunt as I penetrate her. “Teasing him, showing him what he can’t touch?” I remove my hand from her neck and lean forward to nibble  the sensitive skin just behind her ear. She moans. I blow softly into her ear and pinch a nipple through her dress. I can hear wet, slapping sounds behind me. “Your husband is going to cum watching his wife get fingered by a lesbian,” I whisper into her ear.

Music is blaring from the window above us, and I can hear people hooting, “Yeah Reginald, WOOO!” Chantelle’s breath becomes shorter. She’s getting close. I keep fucking her while I play with her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps. Her hands clench into fists.

I can hear Nate thanking Reginald for his act just as Chantelle starts moaning her orgasm. I guess she’s a screamer. She pounds the window frame as she cums, and I can hear Sterling moaning behind me. “That’s it, straight girl. Cum for me.” I grin to myself. I’ve still got it.

Unexpected Surprise

I am in the bathroom touching up my makeup when I hear the opening notes of the ritualistic song Terrence plays at the start of the party each year. Oops. The girls’ll be looking for me. Oh, well. I pucker my lips in the mirror and put on my best “come fuck me” lipstick.

It’s been a rough year, for a few reasons. First is that after almost a year of working twelve-hour days, I finally got the promotion I’d wanted: I’m now THE editor of the Times. I’m still working crazy hours, but I’ve vowed to use this vacation to have some FUN, dammit!

The second is that after my pneumonia scare, Santiago had confessed that she’d thought I was going to die before she got the chance to tell me that she was in love with me. I’d admitted to her that I also thought I was going to die, and that I was head over heels in love with her, too. After that, things were pretty great for a while. She moved into my place, and our relationship only deepened. But then we’d had a few fights where I demanded exclusivity, and Santiago refused. She said that she loved me and wanted to be with me, but refused to be in a relationship where she felt chained down – especially after what happened last year with Pen. I’d said that I understood, but still argued that being monogamous was “safer.” Eventually she got me to admit that I was simply scared of losing her. We didn’t discuss it in detail, but when I finally said that, she knew that I certainly was not referring to her leaving me for another woman. And she’d managed to assuage my fears, holding me in her arms and promising that we are safe because we’re women.

And that’s the third thing. Most of the time I try not to think too hard about the illness sweeping our community, let alone talk about it. It makes me feel helpless, and that’s too scary to dwell on. It’s the elephant in everyone’s room. A whole herd of them.

I hum along with Dolly’s Star Spangled Banner as I layer mascara onto my lashes. What was I thinking? I can’t wait to get out there and have some fun!

I walk out from the bathroom and find Santiago, Charlotte, and Kimberly just as the last notes of the Star Spangled Banner are played. I wrap my arms around Santiago and kiss her cheek. She murmurs, “I was wondering where you were.”

“Just fixing my makeup,” I reply. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” I head inside, go straight to the bar, and order a rum and Coke. I gulp it down quickly and then immediately order a double. I haven’t eaten in hours and the buzz hits me quickly – just as I’d intended.

I’m sitting by myself and surveying the room for who I can possibly start having some fun with when a familiar face walks by. Long, auburn, curly hair… Marcie. I remember her from last year, she was a friend of Nick’s. Cute girl… could be fun. I grab her arm and sway slightly. “I like fucking. Do you like fucking?” My words slur together and my tongue feels thick. And that line sounded a lot better in my head. Shit. I am really drunk.

Marcie gawks at me. “Uhh, yeah. I like fucking.”

“Good. Let’s go fuck.” I toss back the rest of my drink, then grab her hand and head backstage. She follows me, looking nervous and slightly bewildered. I find a corner just out of sight of the drag queens getting ready for tonight’s show.

We make out for a few minutes. I reach down and under her skirt… and freeze. I gaze at her in shock. She freezes too, looking like a deer in headlights. She looks terrified. Poor girl, I think. She thought I knew.

I feel the familiar stirrings of desire. A slow smile spreads onto my face as I drop to my knees. “Huh. I haven’t done this in a while.” Her eyes are wide as I push her skirt up. I grasp her hips and wrap my lips around the head of her cock, swirling my tongue around gently. She gasps, and I chuckle around her. Oh, this is hot!

I close my eyes and begin pumping my head up and down along her shaft, using her hipbones as leverage. “Oh, god,” she moans. She climaxes quickly, and I rise to kiss her again, the taste of her still on my mouth.

“Now do me,” I murmur. We switch so that she is on her knees and I am leaning against the wall. I hitch my skirt up and pull my leggings down.

She licks me tentatively, then looks up at me. “How do I– what do you like?” I push her face between my legs. “I like that.” She wiggles her tongue. “No, up and down – that’s right – harder…”

“Like that?” she asks.

“A little to the left – no, MY left – ahh yeah, right there, don’t move!”

I like a girl who aims to please, I think. She’s a good lover. But I’m so turned on, I soon become impatient. Grabbing the curls at the back of her head, I push her face hard into my crotch and hold her there as I grind myself against her. “Yeah– fuck, that’s right– AHH!!” She sucks my clit gently into her mouth and I cum, hard.

I help her back to her feet and kiss her again. “Oh man, that was hot. Thanks for that.”

“Yeah,” she says, smiling shyly. “That was nice.”