"C'mon," Mandy pleaded. "Just have one more drink, Kay. It's still early."
"No," I protested. "I really can't, Mandy. I'm probably past my limit now. If I have another one I'll definitely have problems driving home."
"Then don't," she said. "Just stay here. I hate staying by myself anyway." Mandy's husband had been called out of town for a business trip, which had led to the impromptu girl's night in.
"No thanks," I said. "I hate sleeping on couches. I always wake up with a stiff back."
"You don't have to sleep on the couch. You can share my bed."
I gave her a skeptical look.
"C'mon, Kay. It will be just like the sleepovers we had back in high school," she said with a wink.
Her words aroused my suspicion. Most of our high school sleepovers had consisted of nothing extraordinary. We'd gossip about school, boys, and who was fucking whom. However, one time, it had been different.
The night before I left home for college the two of us had gotten a bit frisky after a few drinks. We'd spent several minutes kissing and fondling one another. I had chickened out before anything serious could happen. It turned out to be a decision I would regret for 4 years. Mandy was already hopelessly in love with Brian when I came home after my freshman year. They dated all through college and married shortly after. There was never an opportunity to continue our experimentation. Until now, assuming Mandy and I were on the same wavelength.
"Fuck it! I'll stay," I said, taking off my coat. "Pour me another one."
Mandy emptied the daiquiri picture in my glass and went to work on another batch. An hour later, we were both completely sauced and giggling like high school girls. Mandy told me how great things were with Brian, while I recounted all my disastrous romantic endeavors.
"I think the world is against me," I finally lamented. "I'm never going to find The One."
"Don't be silly," Mandy said. She took my hand and started caressing it. "Things will work out for you dear."
She smiled tenderly. Her expression showed how much she cared for me, but I also saw a hint of something else in her big green eyes. She was staring at me intently. I couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was. Her soft brown hair framed a pretty face, highlighted by those bright eyes and two full, luscious lips. I found myself looking at her body. She wore a loose black sweater that clung to her ample breasts. Her lavender tights showed off her muscular legs and ass.
Mandy was checking me out, too. I hadn't changed after work, and my short gray business skirt was riding up, leaving my taut thighs exposed. My tailored black silk blouse hugged my perky little breasts. Mandy boldly reached over and ran her fingers through my silky brown hair.
"I don't know how else to say this, so I'm just going to blurt it out," Mandy said. "I've been dying to fuck you all night."
I was shocked by her bluntness, but also delighted. It was good to know we were on the same page. I wasn't sure what to say. I could feel myself getting wet. I decided to let my actions speak for me. I started unbuttoning my blouse, revealing my lacy white bra. Mandy watched eagerly.
I slipped the blouse off my shoulders and flicked the clasp at the front of the bra. My little pink nubs were already hard. Mandy stared at them for several seconds.
"I've never sucked a girl's titty," she said. "I want to suck yours, Kay."
She leaned forward and took my breast in her hand. It was the first time a woman had ever touched my bare chest. She leaned forward and gently kissed my hard nipple. I sighed. My panties were absolutely soaked. I had fantasized about being with another woman for years, and now it was finally happening.
I started pulling her tights off and she continued toying with my nipple. Mandy wasn't wearing panties. She stopped sucking my tit long enough to remove her sweater and bra. I quickly shed my skirt and stockings. Mandy practically tore my panties away.
We sat studying each other. My whole body was trembling with anticipation. I decided to make the next move. I pushed Mandy back on the couch and buried my face between her muscular thighs. The smell of her pussy was ripe and intoxicating. I buried my face in it, savoring the scent. Her soft pubic hairs tickled my cheek while I tasted another woman's juice for the first time. It was sweet and pungent. I traced my tongue around the rim of her vagina and then moved to her clit.
"Eat my pussy," Mandy moaned. "Eat my pussy, you slut."
The naughty talk made me hot. I flicked her clit with my tongue and she moaned wildly. I looked up and saw Mandy pinching and pulling her nipples.
"That's right, you little bitch. That's how I like it!" she said.
We were so into each other that we never heard the front door open. We didn't even know Brian was in the room until he spoke.
"Mind if I get in on this action?" he asked.
Both Mandy and I jumped at the sound of his voice. I grasped for the afghan on the back of the couch, trying desperately to cover myself up.
"What are you doing home?" Mandy asked him.
"We were able to finish up sooner than expected, so I caught the late flight home."
There was an obvious bulge in Brian's pants. He made to attempt to hide it as he looked at is with lust in his eyes. I wrapped the afghan tighter, trying to shield my nude body from his intent stare.
"Why are you getting shy all of the sudden?" Brian asked me. "You didn't seem so modest when you had your face buried in my wife's cunt."
I wasn't sure what to say. Despite his obvious arousal, he also seemed a bit peeved.
"Maybe I should just get dressed," I said. I started to reach for my blouse.
"I've got a better idea," he answered. "Why don't you stay naked, and I join you?"
