I'd replayed what happened between Chloe and me over and over since that day. Part of me thought it must be dream, that there is no way I spent an hour with my face buried in her snatch. Yet then I remember the orgasm, the way her fingers felt, and the scent of her sex. It was with this recollection that led me to my current state. I'd awoken from another dream of Chloe and me; to find my fingers between my legs. My clit pulsing as the orgasm ebbed. I could feel the juices running between my fingers and the dampness of my thighs confirmed that I had just come. I sighed, rolled over and in the darkness reached for my phone. There was no way I could sleep now. I flicked my cell open and scrolled through my numbers. Who would be willing for a late night booty call? Just then my phone rang, blinking Marisa's name. My lips curled into a Cheshire grin and clicked the talk button.
"Hello?" I mumbled trying to sound like she'd awoken me.
"Jasmine? I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" Marisa's voice slurred on the r's. She had been drinking; oh this was going to be fun.
"Nah, it's cool. What's up?" I climbed out of the bed, headed to the bathroom, flicking on lights as I went.
"I was wondering if you'd be up for something..." her voice turned into that sickly sweet tone she knew I couldn't refuse. Not like I was going to anyways.
"Spit it out Marisa, it's the middle of the night." I tried to sound irritated, which is hard when I'm sporting' this shit-eating grin.
"Well, it's just you said, if I ever need some relief, to you know call you, and we had so much fun that first time, I mean...I was just hoping that..Umm...umm." she stuttered. Gosh, she was making this more complicated than it needed to be.
"So, you want me to take care of your tension, huh? Basically, you wanna fuck?" I tried to sound nonchalant but with the wetness from my orgasm still between my thighs and my cunt heating up at the prospect of some female stimulation, my voice became a little strained.
"Yes. That's exactly what I want." Her voice sounded relieved that she didn't have to ask, drinking didn't give her as much courage as she'd hoped for.
"Well, if that's the case, come over now. Is it just me and you?"
"Um, actually you said that you had someone in mind for what we discussed last time...and I was wondering if he's available?"
"Charlie? Oh, he's always ready and willing. Yeah I'll give him a call, you want him to pick you up?"
"Would he? I mean that'd give me a chance to get to know him..."
"Sure, where you at?"
"Club Elicit."
"Okay, I'll call him, he drives a bluish-purple sports car thing...anyways he'll honk at you. What are you wearing so he'll see you?"
"Um, black miniskirt and red v-neck shirt, heels and long white duster."
"Short skirt and a long jacket, huh?" I giggled.
"Yup, I can be outside of the club in 30 min. Is that enough time?" apparently Marisa didn't get the reference.
"Should be plenty, see you soon."
With that I hung up the phone and dialed Charlie. It rang a few times before he answered.
"What took you so damn long?" my voice held that anger that never really amounts to anything.
"What do you think did?" he retorted.
"Oh, well get your hands off your cock, flick off the porn, I've got a proposal for you."
"Really? Hmm...what kind?"
"I need you to head over to Club Elicit, pick up this girl Marisa, and then bring her and yourself to my place for some fun. Think you can do that?"
"Marisa, as in sex in the coat closet girl, the one from that wedding?"
"Yeah, that's her, so you gonna go get her or what?"
"Hells yeah, that story was great. How long?"
"She should be outside by the time you get there, since you live nearby, and she's wearing a black short skirt and long white jacket."
Charlie laughed at the image. "Like the song, huh?"
"Mhmm, now hurry up...the door will be unlocked just come to the bedroom."
"Okay, see you later." I clicked my phone shut and headed to the bathroom, I had a few minutes to freshen up.
Adjusting the temperature of the water in the shower I stepped in. Closing my eyes I was confronted with the memory of how Marisa and I met. I was attending a wedding for a girl I knew from the office. Once the ceremony was over I decided to skip the reception and head on home. When I went to pick up my coat from the coat check room I was confronted by this girl, bent over and her pink undies poking out from under her short uniform skirt. I'm guessing she'd dropped something. When I clinked the bell on the desk, she stood up quickly and spun around blushing. I could see the pink outline of bra under her white top and the black tie had my brain swimming. God, how I love matching undies and uniforms.
"Do you need to get your coat, m'am?"
"Ugh, I hate being called m'am, call me Jasmine." I reached over lifting her name tag a little closer. "Marisa." My fingers brushed the top of her breasts as my hand retreated. Her dark brown eyes locked on mine and I flashed my 100 watt smile. She was going to be terribly easy to turn. She stared at me like that, and I never dropped her gaze or let the smile fade from my lips. "Think I could get that coat now?" I teased.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, right, do you have your ticket?"
I pulled out the slip of paper, laying it in her palm. I saw her chest rise suddenly. She quickly turned on her heel and disappeared into the closet. I stood there tapping my heel against my other foot. After a few minutes Marisa spoke from within the closet. "I can't seem to find it."
"Hmm, maybe I can help, can I come on back?"
"Sure let me get the door for you." With that she returned a pushed the door open. Stepping into the room I pressed against her. She smelled like a sweet strawberry, ripe for the picking. She held up the ticket. "It should be on that rack but I don't see it." Looking confused, she bit her lip.
I felt that familiar stirring between my legs. I headed over to the rack in question, pushing jackets aside I noticed mine, below lay the other half of the tag. I bent down, picked up the tag, and when I rose Marisa's face was right in front of mine. "Here's why..." I didn't get the chance to finish because her lips crushed mine and she wrapped her fingers in my hair. Her kisses frantic, she pulled back suddenly. "I'm...I'm...I'm sorry." I smiled, traced my tongue across my lips. "Not a problem." I leaned in pushing my body against hers. My fingers tugged at the underside of her skirt. I felt her breath against my neck as I pushed her up against the wall.