"So, the sex isn't as good anymore or?" I stared up at Sam, her long blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. We had gone to the pool hall with our boyfriends tonight, a few drinks later and we had officially broken the drunk-pee seal. Now, we were hiding in the ladies room, fixing our makeup and talking about girl stuff.
"It's not that the sex isn't good," I reapplied my false lashes and sighed, "it's always been sex... it's good and like for every 5 orgasms he gets I get one."
Sam clicked her tongue, "so, that's what's eating you. You're horny!" She teased, leaning against the counter as she dabbed some powder over her face.
"I just need to cum." I groaned, "it's been over a week." I sighed, hoping that I would miraculously orgasm in my black lace panties...
"I hear ya... it's been a week or so for me too. I hate that Ian is working the night shift now. We never have time to fuck, at least properly." She tightened the ponytail and stared at her reflection... a drunken deep thought.
Her quick spin to me startled me as I realized I was gawking at her.
"What do you say we help each other out?" She slurred and leaned towards me, "just this once... nobody is going to get hurt!"
Before I fully realized what was happening, I had my lips against hers... feeling her tongue lick at my lips as I sucked her plump soft bottom lip into my mouth.