Girls' Night
"I can't tell you the last time I felt this horny, you guys," Morgan commented as she watched the movie and took a sip from her glass of wine. Morgan was spending the night at her friend Samantha's apartment along with two of their other friends, Jessica and Therese. They were all dressed in their pajamas, sitting out on the floor in the main room of Samantha's two bedroom apartment, watching a movie, and drinking wine.
"Seriously. I haven't had any action for months. It's killing me," Morgan went on.
Jessica rolled her eyes. Morgan was gorgeous, with long amber hair, an athletic frame, brown eyes, and a beautiful smile. Morgan absolutely no trouble garnering male attention. "Really? I find that hard to believe," Jessica replied, skeptically. Jessica on the other hand was going through a genuine dry spell. She hadn't been touched by a man for five months.
"No, seriously. I haven't seen a penis since I broke up with Mark," Morgan insisted. Therese giggled when Morgan said the word "penis." The four girls were now ignoring the end of the movie and were instead listening to the exchange between Morgan and Jessica.
Jessica continued her cross-examination. "That was four months ago, Morgan. You really haven't hooked up with anyone since then?"
Morgan put two fingers up in the air. "Scout's honor. My love life's been drier than a desert."
Jessica wasn't about to be outdone. "Yeah, well it hasn't exactly been raining men for me either. I haven't so much as kissed anyone for five months," said Jessica, flipping her long dark brown hair back over her shoulder. "I would kill someone if it meant I could have a guy go down on me right now."
Morgan nodded back at her and raised her glass in agreement. "Yup."
After a brief pause, Therese, who was generally the quietest in the group, jumped in, "What's it like?" Therese had darker skin and black hair. She was the smallest and most athletic of the group, with small breasts.
"What's 'what' like?" asked Samantha. "You mean, having a guy lick your pussy?"
"Ummm, yeah," said Therese replied, sheepishly.
Samantha, who had consumed a lot more wine than the other girls and was definitely drunk, was incredulous. "You've never had a guy go down on you?" Samantha asked in disbelief. Therese didn't respond, but simply looked down. It was obvious that the answer was no. "Well it's fucking the best," Samantha went on. "It's better than having sex, and it's not close. If a guy knows what he's doing, there is literally nothing better than getting eaten out. Mike is an absolutely wizard, and he does it to me whenever I want--and then some."
This was the first time that night that Samantha's live-in boyfriend, Mike, had been mentioned. He had stayed in Samantha's and his bedroom all night, ceding the main room to the girls for the night. He was trying to give the girls their own space. And until that moment, he had succeeded in staying out of sight and out of mind.
"Oooh," said Morgan, coyly, "Do go on."
"There's not much else to go on about," said Samantha. She took a big swallow from her wine glass and went on, drunkenly. "Mike is the most talented boy I have ever had when it comes to going down on a girl. No one could be better."
"Now I'm just jealous," Jessica jumped in, smacking Samantha playfully with a pillow. "I told you I haven't had any action in months, and you're telling me you get on-demand oral from an expert? I kinda hate you right now, Sammy."
"Look," Morgan said, turning toward Therese, "If you've never had a guy use his mouth on you, you're totally missing out. I guess I should say that's true as long as the guy knows what he's doing. My ex didn't have any idea what to do, so I could totally take it or leave it when he'd do it." Talking about oral sex was turning her on, and Morgan could feel her pussy swamped with warmth, excited. Looking back at Samantha with a devilish smile on her face, Morgan continued, "Now Mike, on the other hand, it sounds like he's figured it all out."
At the same time, an awkward silence settled over the room. For five minutes, the four girls quietly watched the end of the movie, saying nothing.
As the movie finished and the credits began to roll, Samantha abruptly stoop up and stumbled. "I don't feel right, ladies." She moved quickly toward the bathroom.
Jessica smiled unsympathetically and commented, "I think someone might have had too much wine." Samantha got the bathroom as quickly as she could and hastily pulled the door closed. From the main room, the other three girls heard retching.
Morgan giggled. "Yup. Definitely too much wine."
Therese got up quickly, ran to Samantha's bedroom, and knocked on the door. Inside the room, Mike took out the earbuds he had been wearing and walked over and opened the door.
Mike greeted her. "Hey, Therese. What's up?"
"I think Samantha is vomiting," she said. Mike pushed past her, went over to the bathroom, and let himself in.
He stayed in the bathroom with Samantha for a good thirty minutes, getting water to wash her mouth out, holding her hair back and comforting her. Outside, in the main room, Jessica, Morgan, and Therese continued to sit on the floor, drink wine, and chat idly while Mike cared for Samantha in the bathroom. When he finally emerged, he was alone.
"Thanks for getting me, Therese," he said. "Sam's not feeling great, so she's decided she's just gonna sleep in there for the night, so if you need to use the bathroom, just use the one in our bedroom."
"Aw, poor girl," Morgan, who was a bit tipsy, responded. "Let's hope there was nothing bad in the wine! Are you gonna lay down next to her and cuddle with her on the bathroom floor."
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Morgan," he replied, making a joking face at Morgan.
"Hey," Jessica, who was also just a bit drunk, started in, "you should have a quick glass of wine with us." Jessica glanced knowingly over at Morgan, and Morgan quickly understood her intentions.
"Yeah," Morgan said coyly while she poured a fresh glass of red wine, "come have one drink with us." She stood up and handed it to Mike.
"I guess if you insist," Mike said, taking the glass. He sat down on the floor opposite the three girls and took a drink.
"So we learned something interesting about Therese tonight," Jessica said. "She's never had anyone go down on her before."
Therese turned bright red. "Jess! Stop!" she protested.
Jessica ignored her and continued. "Isn't that just unlucky for her?"
Mike was wary of the quick sexual turn the conversation had taken. He didn't have a sense about where this was going. "Um, yeah. I guess?"
Morgan jumped in. "Yeah it's super unlucky for you, Therese. There is nothing better in the whole fucking world than getting eaten out by someone who knows what he's doing. Nothing. I've always kinda wondered though, you know, from a guy's perspective--do guys like going down on girls?"
Mike's response was immediate and animated. "Oh totally. Or at least I do, and so do most guys I've talked to about it. There's nothing sexier than feeling a women tremble when you touch her. It's one of my favorite things to do."
Morgan pushed further. "Are you good at it?"
"Um. I guess I don't really know. I mean, I've never seen anyone else do it, right?" Mike replied.
Morgan didn't let him off the hook. "Well, when you perform oral, does the, umm, recipient, you know, usually finish?"
"Oh yeah. Every time. That's what makes it fun." Mike said, as if the answer should have been obvious.
Jessica was tired of the small talk, and quickly took the conversation over the line from theory to action. "Show us," she said. "Show us and we'll judge whether you know what you're doing. Show us on Therese."
Mike was flummoxed. Therese turned even redder, wrapped her arms around her knees, and pulled her legs to her chest, turning herself into a ball. "What are you guys doing?" she said. Inside, she was both excited and terrified.
