It is a cool, early autumn evening and Debbie is at home relaxing on the couch. Flicking through television channels she sighs, "Why is there never anything to watch?"
"What's that?" calls Amy. Amy is Debbie's temporary flat mate, having moved in when she broke up with her boyfriend. Amy walks into the room wearing a short dress, barely covering her knickers, and tying up her hair.
Debbie's eyes widen, "There's... just never anything on," she says, without taking her eyes off of Amy, "at least nothing I want to watch." A voice in her head reminds her of what she would like to watch, and it involves Amy.
"You look great Amy, going out again?"
"Yep, I think tonight is the night I find myself a rebound." Debbie crosses her legs as she feels her groin throb, dreaming of the image of Amy getting fucked hard which flashes across her mind. Amy walks out of the room to continue getting ready, leaving behind a gentle and sweet aroma of perfume. Debbie gasps and closes her eyes before breathing in as much as she can, imagining brushing her face close to her flat mate's perfumed chest.
Debbie gets up to fetch a piece of chocolate from the kitchen. Perhaps this will make an evening of channel hopping and nothingness wane away a little faster. Coming out of the kitchen she sees Amy's door ajar and a strip of light dancing across a figure moving inside. Creeping up to the door on tip-toe she can hear Amy rustling her dress inside. Putting her eye silently to the gap she watches Amy drop a new, even shorter dress over her slim figure. Debbie's eyes linger on her pert little behind as the dress just about slips over it, covering all but the very tops of her long, tender thighs; or at least Debbie dreams them to be tender, having never touched or even brushed against them it was hard to tell.
Amy turns. She is sure she saw movement behind the crack. "It must just be Debbie walking past to go to the bathroom," she thinks to herself. Debbie has gone to the bathroom but is now sitting on the edge of the bath with her trousers and panties round her ankles, legs shaking. She isn't touching herself but damn well wants to, she just needs to cool off her throbbing pussy and for some reason thinks baring it to the cool air will help. If only this wasn't turning her on even more. "I can wait until Amy goes out and make all the mischief I want."
Coming out of her bedroom Amy almost walks straight into Debbie walking back from the bathroom. Debbie stops abruptly and feels the hem of Amy's tiny dress brush her hand, the smell of Amy's perfume and a sudden feeling of intimacy makes her linger, close to Amy, almost feeling her breath. Debbie shudders and wishes she was back in the bathroom, cooling off. Without moving away, Amy turns to Debbie. "Right, I'm going out now and I may not be back till tomorrow, or if I am, I may not be alone. I apologise in advance if I wake you." Amy beams a grin at Debbie, hugs her tightly, turns and walks out the door to meet her friends and possibly a rebound man. Debbie stands motionless, a small bead of come sliding down her leg. Her panties lay scrunched in the washing basket in the bathroom.
Debbie lies back on the couch and slides her hand into her trousers. Touching her pussy she feels her heat and wetness. Breathing deeply she pulls her hand out and picks up the television remote, "I have all evening to play with myself, no need to rush," she thinks.
Amy is in a cab with her friends. They are squeezed into the back, legs pressing against each other, giggling and looking forward to the night ahead. They are heading to a new bar in town which is offering cheap drinks and for Amy, the possibility for a hard man with an even harder cock.
Arriving at the bar the girls jump out of the cab, throwing small bills and cheeky kisses to the driver. Entering the bar, two girls head straight to get drinks and the other two run to get a table. "He looks great!" Brenna shouts to Amy over the loud music, pointing to a muscular man standing chatting to a young attractive girl by the bar. All the girls know why Amy is out tonight and all want to help her achieve her aims. "It's too early," grins Amy, "no need to rush."
As the bar gets busier, the amount of attractive men increases and Amy finds herself alone at the girls table, her friends off being chatted up having forgotten about her. Taking a long drag of her drink and a quick look around, she notices a broad, handsome, intense looking man gazing at her from across the room and smiling, he starts to walks over.
Debbie sits up on the couch, switching off the television. Having tried to pretend to herself that she could control her urges, she has realised that she can't any longer. With naughty thoughts streaming through her head she stands up and walks, gingerly, into Amy's room.
"It smells so good in here," Debbie thinks to herself as she sits on the edge of Amy's bed. Looking around, she spots a pair of Amy's panties on a chair and remembers seeing the pattern on them covering Amy's bottom before she went out, "Did Amy change her underwear as well?" Picking them up Debbie feels the thin cotton and instantly the image of herself pulling them down over Amy's legs flits across her mind. The thought of what she might be uncovering by doing this forces her to sit down on the bed again. As she lies back on the bed, Debbie sniffs in Amy's natural smell off of her bed sheets. "How I would love to spend a night in this bed," she thinks as she closes her eyes and slips and hand into her trousers.