Nancy was late. It had been a week since Alicia had met her on the beach and made love to her, right there out in the open, and they hadn't seen each other since. They talked on the phone and e-mailed each other daily, though, and tonight Alicia and Nancy were going to see each other for the first time since their first meeting. Alicia glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, watching the second hand creep along on its endless, circular journey. Seven-thirty had come and gone, and now it was getting close to eight. Darkness had settled in, and Alicia was beginning to worry that Nancy wasn't going to show up, after all. Maybe she was having second thoughts about the whole thing, Alicia thought to herself.
She tried Nancy's cell phone number again and got the same message. "The cellular subscriber you are trying to reach is not available or is out of the service area. Please try your call again later." Fuck! She couldn't even leave her a message. Alicia was starting to get angry as well as worried now. At least she could have called or e-mailed some excuse if she didn't want to meet again, she thought to herself. Just then, her doorbell rang.
Alicia ran to answer it, and there was Nancy standing in the doorway, smiling embarrassedly, looking even better than Alicia had remembered. Her long, dark-brown hair was flowing freely down her back and around her shoulders. She was wearing a black, strapless mini tube-dress and black sling back high heels, a black choker with a delicate cameo, and not much else that Alicia could see. Nancy was stunning as she stood there in the glow of the porch light, and Alicia felt the yearnings of a week ago stirring up inside of her again.
"Oh, my god, Alicia baby I am so sorry I'm late!," Nancy exclaimed as she gave Alicia a big hug. "There was a huge fucking accident on the 405 coming over Sepulveda Pass, and traffic was already fucked up beyond belief, and on top of all that I forgot my fucking cell phone so I couldn't even call you. I hope you didn't worry too much."
Alicia laughed, relieved that Nancy had arrived safely, and said "There's always a huge fucking accident on the Sepulveda Pass, the whole goddam 405 is just a giant accident waiting to happen. Thank God you made it in one piece."
"Next time I'll leave work early and get down her sooner, I promise," Nancy said, frustration in her voice.
"Next time I'll come to your place. I mean, how bad can it be?," Alicia asked facetiously.
"Pretty fucking bad, I can tell you. You can tell how stressed I am by how many times I say 'fuck' in a sentence."
Taking her hand, Alicia led Nancy in to the small, cozy living room, and said, "Well, you're here now, and you're OK, so let's start de-stressing."
"Well, a drink would sure help with that," Nancy said as she headed toward the overstuffed sofa.
"Coming right up, sweetie," Alicia said, giving her a little peck on the cheek.
Nancy, who was fully aware that she was being admired, played to Alicia as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs provocatively, the hem of her mini-dress riding up to the top of her thighs. She smiled at Alicia seductively as she looked her up and down, taking in Alicia's hot little white satin micro-mini dress, with its plunging neckline and tiny spaghetti straps. Nancy began to feel a tingling between her legs as she anticipated what the night would bring.
Returning to the kitchen, Alicia quickly poured and mixed the refreshments, and soon appeared back in the living room with two large tumblers filled with reddish-pink liquid over ice. She handed one to Nancy, then sat down beside her.
"I made Cape Cods. Cranberry juice and Absolut on the rocks. Hope you like it—it's one of my favorites."
"Love Cape Cods, and Absolut is my favorite vodka," Nancy exclaimed with delight as she took the drink from Alicia. "I can tell we are going to get along just fabulously." She raised her glass to Alicia's, and said, "To new friendships and new adventures."
Alicia raised her glass to meet Nancy's, and said, "I second that."
The two clinked their glasses together, then began to drink their cocktails. Each woman was mesmerized by the other's beauty, and both felt a different kind of thirst developing that could not be easily quenched. As they drank, they made small talk, feeling the building sexual tension between them.
Before long they had both finished their beverages, and as Alicia stood up to take the tumblers back to the kitchen, she asked, "Would you like another one, or would you like to have dinner now?"
Nancy grabbed Alicia's arm, saying softly, "I don't need anything else right now except you." With that, she took the two glasses from Alicia and set them on the end table next to the sofa.
They both looked at each other, as if not quite sure what they should do next. Finally, Alicia broke the awkward silence. "I've been thinking about you, dreaming about you all week, remembering us on the beach," she said, her voice slightly trembling. "Sometimes I wondered if it was real, if you were real, wanting you so much..." she broke off, not knowing what else to say, and sank back down on the couch next to Nancy.
"It was real, all right," Nancy said softly, taking Alicia into her arms.
"I missed you so badly," Alicia said, her voice catching with emotion. "I've never had feelings like this for a girl before, but I can't get you out of my mind. I'm always thinking about you, about being with you...god, I'm so horny right now I can't stand it."
Nancy said nothing, but she didn't need to. With her arms wrapped around Alicia, she pulled her close, held her tightly, and kissed her on the lips. Her kiss was sweet, wet, with a taste of cranberry juice. Alicia opened her mouth, and felt Nancy's tongue enter. Alicia caressed Nancy's tongue with hers, pressing her body against Nancy's, leaning her back on the couch. Nancy's hands stroked Alicia's shoulders, pulling the tiny spaghetti straps of Alicia's micro-mini dress down to her elbows. Alicia responded by pulling her arms out of the straps entirely, the bodice of her dress slipping down and off her breasts. Alicia pressed her bared tits into Nancy, and kissed her with more force and passion, while her hand slipped down and began to rub and fondle Nancy's juicy pussy.
Nancy let out a sharp gasp as Alicia's fingers pressed into her clit through the black lace of her tiny thong bikini underwear. Alicia felt Nancy's love liquid seeping through the thin lacy material as she forcefully ran her fingers up and down over Nancy's cunt. Nancy slowly rocked her hips and pushed herself into Alicia's hand as Alicia stroked her pussy, Alicia teasing and taunting her with her fingers.
By now, Nancy's flimsy panties were totally saturated with pussy juice, and were an nuisance to her, so she quickly grabbed them and tore them off, not caring that she had totally ruined them. Alicia stopped kissing her and took Nancy's ruined underwear out of her hand, and rubbed them against her own face, inhaling Alicia's essence, licking the wet, ripped fabric and tasting Nancy's intoxicating elixir before tossing them onto the floor. Alicia could feel her own wetness beginning to slowly ooze out of her femininity, and returned to kissing Nancy with renewed hot, wet passion as she stroked and fingered Nancy's freely secreting womanhood.
They were both becoming uncontrollably turned on now. Nancy slid down to a full reclining position on her back with Alicia on top of her. Alicia yanked down the top of Nancy's strapless mini-dress until her boobs were exposed, her nipples at full attention, hard as pebbles, then rubbed her breasts against Nancy's as they kept kissing with increasing force and emotion. Nancy's legs parted, and Alicia straddled Nancy's thigh, rubbing her own thigh up against Nancy's slippery, wet pussy. Nancy could feel Alicia's crotch moving up and down against her upper leg, and by the feel of it, the wetness of it, she could tell Alicia wasn't wearing panties either. That excited Nancy even more.
Their faces were both flushed with sexual excitement as they lay there humping each other, exchanging lustful, deep kisses while their pelvises rocked in unison, their pussies rubbing and sliding up and down each other's thighs, soaking them with the sweet nectars of their passions. They were both moaning now, expressing their innermost feelings with wordless groans and soft cries as their breathing became faster and more labored, keeping time with the thrusting and grinding of their bodies.
