"I think you've had enough to drink now, Aerith..."
"Why doesn't he want me, Tifa?"
"Please, put the glass down...you're drunk..."
"Is it because my boobies aren't as big or as bouncy as yours?"
"Um..."
"It could be worse I guess...at least he isn't screwing Yuffie like the last one..."
Tifa sighed. The whole point of her bringing Aerith to the bar in Costa del Sol had been to get her mind
off
of the guy in question. As it turned out though, her friend couldn't handle her drink well at all and was apparently handling her emotions even less adequately. Tifa supposed that she should have kept a better eye on her, and found herself thinking that she was glad she had booked a hotel room; Aerith was in no fit state to stand up, let alone drive, and she wasn't exactly sober herself. Tifa was the younger one of them by two years, and yet tonight felt infinitely more responsible.
Glancing across the table at her friend, Tifa really couldn't comprehend why she got cheated on so much. She was gorgeous. Long, wavy light brown hair that trailed in a perfect plait down her back, tied with a sky blue ribbon (aside from two loose bangs that framed her elegant face), large sparkling emerald-green eyes that you could lose yourself in for hours, perfectly shaped lips that were more than kissable. If men had any sense, they would have been falling at her feet.
And then keeping her in their beds
, Tifa thought to herself.
Aerith had dressed up especially for their night out, and this only served to amplify her natural beauty. She was wearing an ankle-length dress in pale pink that seemed to swirl and dance around her feet. The hem of the dress was adorned with a white lace trim, and it was also cinched in at the waist with a narrow white belt, tied into an extravagant bow in the centre. A pair of small heels matched the colour of her dress and a silver necklace set with a green heart decorated her slender neck. Around her right wrist was a bracelet made of silver and pearls.
Tifa had decided to dress a little less conservatively, and her outfit had been drawing glances from the other patrons all night, something which she was more than used to. A black leather minidress clung tightly to her curvaceous form, and her breasts (which, as Aerith had pointed out, were certainly on the larger side) strained against the material as if they might free themselves at any moment, pushed up tightly together in a fantastic display of cleavage. The dress reached to about the middle of her thighs, perfect for showing off her long, toned, lithe legs. Black leather boots ended mid-calf. Her own waist-length hair was of a darker brown than Aerith's, and flowed freely in a shimmering silky cascade, and her eyes were a heart-melting chocolate colour. Her long nails and full, pouty lips were painted hot pink, and the left side of her nose was pierced, along with her navel.
"Aerith..." Tifa started again, gently prising the champagne flute away from her friend and placing it gently back on the table. "You can do so much better than that idiot. You're worth more than that."
"I don't see it, Tifa..." A tear slid down her cheek. "Guys just seem to walk all over me..."
Tifa reached up and gently wiped the tear away with the back of her hand. She hated seeing the other girl like this. There had been times when she had, in fact, quarrelled with her over the same man, but that was long in the past now, and the two of them had swiftly become best friends. Truth be told, there had be times when Tifa had thought herself about how it would be to become intimate with her. She wouldn't admit it to anyone openly, but she had frequently pleasured herself while thinking of Aerith, imagining the smell of her hair, the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, until she brought herself to the point of breathless orgasm, imagining her friend's fingers within her rather than her own, or Aerith's hand pushing the toy deep inside her pussy instead of just hers.
It wasn't the most appropriate time for the idea she was having, but she couldn't help but wonder again that night how Aerith would react to her advances. She didn't want to take advantage of her friend, but she obviously needed cheering up. And if anyone knew how to cheer up a girl...it would be another girl. Tifa decided to try something. Only a little something. Testing the waters.
"Sweetie...sometimes when men let you down, you just need a woman to comfort you..."
Softly cupping Aerith's face with both hands, Tifa slowly leaned over and kissed her, pressing her own lips lightly against the other girl's. She felt Aerith tense a little and heard her let out a small gasp of surprise, and she pulled away to check for a reaction. Aerith's sparkling green eyes were wide as they gazed back into her own, and her face was flushed almost as pink as her dress was. She hesitantly brushed one of her bangs back out of her face behind her ear and lowered her gaze, and Tifa was afraid that she had upset her friend. However, Aerith's next words, spoken so quietly that they were barely audible, gave Tifa a surprise of her own.
"Do you...think you could do that again?"
It was Tifa's turn to be wide-eyed. "Aerith...?"
"Please? Just...kiss me again..."
Their lips met a second time, and now Tifa could feel Aerith kissing her back, no longer reluctant and instead seemingly caught up in this new, wild experience. Aerith's lips parted slightly, and Tifa slid her tongue into her mouth, knowing now as she did that her friend was open to the idea of it. She was pleased to hear a muffled "mmm..." of response, and ran her fingers through her friend's hair. Aerith's hand moved up to Tifa's neck as her own tongue found the other girl's mouth in return, the two of them locked in a passionate, heated moment of bliss. Tifa gently sucked on Aerith's tongue, drawing it further in. Under the table, one of her hands slid up her thighs under her minidress.
I'm already so wet...oh, Aerith...
Even though they were still in a very public area, Tifa couldn't resist the temptation to caress herself through her rapidly-dampening underwear as the kiss continued, growing ever fiercer, neither girl willing to end it, neither willing to diffuse the ever-mounting sexual tension just yet. Tifa bit Aerith's lip and was a little shocked to find the action returned in kind. Had Aerith been wanting this, too?
Finally, Tifa broke the kiss, moving her mouth to Aerith's ear and running her tongue up it.
"I think it's time for bed now, don't you?" she murmured.
Aerith nodded shyly.
♥ ♥ ♥
Tifa slammed Aerith up against the door to their rented room with a bang, their tongues intertwined in their lustful dance once again as she fumbled for the keys. She felt her friend's hand tentatively slip up the back of her minidress to squeeze her arse and moaned softly, transferring her kisses to Aerith's neck, licking and sucking there while eventually managing to fish the keys out of her bag. Aerith's own moans of happiness reverberated up and down the corridor. Tifa felt herself becoming more aroused by how loud her friend was being. For someone so quiet, she was certainly vocal in her private life, and Tifa wondered how vocal she would be when she had a tongue in her pussy.
Imagining that turned the heat between her legs into a blazing fire. She couldn't wait much longer.
The key hit the lock and the door swung inward, the two impassioned females still tangled up in each other as they practically fell through it into the room beyond. Wandering hands were becoming even more adventurous, and Aerith was able to lower both straps of Tifa's dress before the younger girl pushed her playfully onto the bed, where she landed on her back on the black silken sheets. Tifa sprang up onto the bed in a single movement shortly afterwards, straddling Aerith's lower body and leaning down to kiss her again. Aerith responded with fervent enthusiasm in yet further stark contrast to her usual shy outward demeanour, hungry for the taste of Tifa's mouth on hers, tangling her hands in her hair and pulling her closer so that their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Her heartbeat started to race as she felt Tifa's breasts squishing and rubbing on her own, and both hands now found their way up beneath the younger girl's minidress to her arse as she lay under her, without any hesitation this time, confirming what she had suspected earlier. Tifa appeared to be wearing the bare minimum that could constitute "underwear" – a tiny thong that must have quite literally barely covered her modesty.
Oh...Tifa, that's sexy...maybe I should start wearing these...
