This is my first ever story, it's been edited by me about 3 times, but other than that it has no outside influence, feedback, advice etc. That being said any feedback, good or bad, from you guys is appreciated. Happy Reading!
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The overplayed top charts travel around the room, courtesy of Annette's stereo system, she dances around the room, pulling inconspicuous items from various places. Speaking a mile a minute.
"-ared, honestly Katie Kat you're gonna love it. House parties have nothing on a night out clubbing, not on 'Purgatory' anyway." Pausing, she gulps the remains of her drink before setting down an armful of beauty products and tools on the bed next to me.
"Can you repeat the first part? I - I was distracted." I grin bashfully, hoping she doesn't push the subject, push for the reason for why I was distracted. Part of it was due to the nerves of the impending night, but largely it was down to my recent, uncontrollable infatuation with Annette.
Rolling her eyes, she collected my empty glass, "you're always distracted by something these days." The tone was teasing as she fiddled with the spirits and bottles on the vanity, making a blindingly strong concoction. "I said don't be scared. Look I know you, you can handle your drinks and everyone else once you get enough in you. Just... go with the flow."
Smiling I accept my glass; consuming half of it in seemingly one mouthful, trying to settle the butterflies in my stomach. "One does not-" I look down my nose at her, in faux snobbery, adopting a lofty pitch. "Go with the flow, Annette. It's not at all becoming of a young lady to go along with-"
She pushes me back roughly in interruption, climbing on my knees. "I swear Kat, call me that one more time and you will regret it!"
"Oh really? How?" Instinctively my hands rest on her hips, holding her steady, they fall back to my side as she leans forward, simultaneously lifting herself off my lap and semi laying on me.
She places her arms on either side of my head, forcing me to look at her - not that I would look anywhere else if I could. Any excuse to look into those eyes was taken. And savoured.
"I will take my hand..." Her right arm moves, allowing her to softly brush my cheek before she lifts my chin. Looking into my eyes, something flickers in the green of hers before dissipating as quickly as it came. "I will take my hand, and I will spank you." My only capable response was to swallow harshly. I'm aware of our proximity, of our positioning, of the butterflies stirring below for a moment following the threat. For a moment, I have a fleeting thought of the night going in a different direction. It's broken when she wiggles her eyebrows humorously, climbing off me in the process.
I'd do anything to kiss you.
Giggling, I brush off her threat and raise an eyebrow; I daren't speak, for fear of verbalising my most recent thought. We've always been touchy-feely, me and Ann. Well, nearly always. Within a few months of becoming friends all those years ago - it was natural to hug one another in greeting. There was never an issue, till now that is. With every touch she gave me, I was reminded of what I couldn't have.
"Do you know why they called it Purgatory?" Ann spoke up then, signalling me to close my eyes. I obeyed and tilted my head back, allowing her fingers to work magic. "It's what their whole marketing angle is based around. You leave the club a saint or a sinner."
Her soft fingertips tiggle my jawline as she holds me in place to manipulate my angles better, it's her thumb I'm aware of the most, brushing the very corner of my lips tantalizingly so.
"I'm going to leave a sinner without a doubt, and hopefully you will too - if you want to of course. There's no rush to lose your virginity"
Smiling, I murmur my agreement and sit in silence allowing her to work steadily on my face. It didn't take long, make up wasn't my thing and she knew that. Whilst she did her own, I slipped into my outfit for the night: netted thigh highs, loose black skirt not at all acceptable when bending over and a cropped long sleeve top.
"Is this not too much?" I ask, twisting to look at Ann, due to the tops cut off I had to go braless if I stretched my arms up, a slither of under boob made an appearance.
"You look stunning, I'd totally hit that." Spluttering I look at her wide-eyed, blushing as she laughs.
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Sliding into the train seat, Ann sits next to me. Careful not to flash her underwear underneath the tight, backless red dress she wore. Whilst we would get a taxi back, the train was our mode of transportation going there. As it leaves the station, I'm made aware of Ann reaching into her clutch and pulling out two small red pills.
"What are they?" I hiss, looking around for any observant passengers, thankfully the closest was on the other side about 7 seats down.
"Viagra. TRUST me when I say these change the whole night." Chasing one down with. the small bottle of vodka that we share she offers me the other, "You don't have to if you don't want to-'' before I even think I follow her previous actions.
Impressed she breaks out into a wide smile, murmuring "Good girl." Consequently sending tingles of pleasure down my spine, where they pool at my core.
Blushing I turn my head back forwards to look out of the window, well to look at our reflections due to the inky blur of trees in the darkness outside. My eyes are drawn to the hand that she rests on my thigh. It's tilted slightly, allowing her to softly caress the inner skin. We speak about inconspicuous things, the course content at university, her new colleague, at some point Ann drags her hand, tantalizingly slow along my leg, bunching up my skirt. I'm barely aware of the soft shiver travelling down my spine, of the joke she is murmuring - captivated instead by the things her fingers are making me feel. Only when her hand shifts, briefly gesturing to look upwards with a finger, do I move, making eye contact through the reflection.
She holds my gaze, not moving, not speaking. It's just us and the train. She switches out her hand in favour of the left - the brief absence of her touch leaves me cold - allowing her to wrap her right arm around my lower back, to pull me into her side. "I know about your little... crush, I know how you feel about me my Katie Kat. And tonight..." her hot breath tickles my ear - entranced, I don't look away from the window. From her. "Tonight you're going to understand what it's really like to experience my kind of club night."
Her hand darts underneath what's left of my skirt, just covering the triangular cloth barrier that she now strokes.``Tell me, Kat, do you want this?" A single finger moves under the barrier and strokes my damp lips just once, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. "Do you want your best friend?"
I nod my confirmation quickly, eagerly before swallowing harshly "Yes." I whisper the word shamefully. I am aware of the ever-increasing heat in my core, not wanting her to stop but sober enough to feel embarrassed.
"Are you willing to trust me?"
Am I?
Trust is a fickle thing, easily broken, but it could also lead to the best things. She was also my best friend, one I'd trust her with my life.
Wordlessly, I nod.
"Good girl." She smirks knowingly, deftly licking the thin film of moisture off her finger, before resting her hand back on my thigh. Neither of us speaks for the rest of the journey, content to just listen to the music in our ear and swap the vodka back and forth. I'm filled with conflicting emotions in anticipation of the night to come. And although there's a promise of my fantasy coming true, I can't help but think
What have I got myself into?
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Drinks in hand, our shots completed, we navigate towards the dance floor. Passing first a group of boys and then a bridal party, Ann reaches for my hand, her thumb brushing the back softly. "Don't want to lose you just as the night gets good." She teases, grinning over her shoulder, whilst leading me deep into the fray of people.
Situated in the middle of the main floor, it was surrounded by booths and tables varying in size. Sloped flooring towards the back of the room made way to higher seating, with half-open booths, designed so that you could sit against the wall and look out, over the dance floor if you wish, or to other company if they sat on the backless seats. At a particular surge of rowdy club-goers, I stumble awkwardly into Ann, the smoothly surround us, pushing us against one another - even tighter in what was already cramped space.
The mass of bodies moves almost fluidly, creating a rhythm that rocks our bodies together, allowing for smooth movements. It's relaxing almost, me and her against the world - ready to take on the night. Periodically, drunk patrons or our own missteps cause us to bump against one another. And whether it was the drink, or the pills or the intoxicating women before me, each brush of skin on skin caused a cacophony of tingles to assault my core.
Reaching my arms up high, I let a wan smile grace my face. The loud music pulses, sending vibrations through the floor and creating an electric kind of energy. The kind that results in fulfilled promises. Momentarily I'm aware of the cool breeze on my chest and I consider lowering my arms, instead, I choose not to.
What's a little underboob here and there?
Each soft, sensual touch results in a small smile on Ann's part. It's fleeting and half the time I'm left wondering if I imagined it. The only consolation that I wasn't going crazy was remembering our journey here. At some point, I clumsily fall against her - my arms naturally falling, over her neck. She grips my waist. She doesn't move, leaving the option up to me, and looking into her shining eyes, I remember her words from before 'Go with the flow.' Allow my own to close, and continue dancing with her - now one in a room full of many.
Suddenly, there's a new added pressure on my waist a harder rougher body pressed against my back, the mysterious leans forward, instinctively pulling my hips into himself. "Can I get you ladies, another drink?" The words are gravelly as if he'd recently smoked a packet of cigarettes in one go, they fall from lips that brush gently against my ear lobe.
Disentangling myself from Ann's arms, I try to navigate myself so that I can turn around but instead shockwaves of pleasure explode in my already damp core as the stranger tightens his grips, and lightly thrusts his groin against my ass under the pretence of pulling me closer. The unexpected contact causes me to drop my - thankfully plastic and empty - glass. Involuntarily I let out a shocked squeak and bend over to retrieve it, not realising that my ass was now not only on show but pressed tightly against the faceless stranger. His cock pressed in between my cheeks.
