please do note that english is not my first language. kindly pardon mistakes.
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"Heya sugar! Wanna have a drink with me?"
Bree replied with a tired, pitiful smile. The guy who had had called her "sugar" looked like somebody who had received the suit and tie from his employer. He was clearly shitfaced, but harmless.
"Back off, idiot!" Bree's friend Rose barked at him.
Rose looked particularly gorgeous that night. Side by side they made their way through the packed nightclub.
"Really, how pathetic can you get? He was way out of your league to be talking to you in the first place."
Rose shouted in her direction. They had had a couple of drinks at a bar already before heading to the club.
She had met Rose a few months ago on a night like this. She was out clubbing with a couple of coworkers, the inevitable after-work-thing that she had been delaying for month after month until she finally couldn't say no anymore.
So reluctantly she had agreed. She was not a drinker, but she had to get drunk that night otherwise it would have just been unbearable.
After a salad dinner (all her coworkers were constantly on a diet) and cocktails at a SoHo bar they had headed to the East village to go dancing.
Sometime way after midnight, when of her colleagues had already headed home, Rose showed up. She was a colleague's former coworker, tipsy and dancing away at the same nightclub.
As the drinks got stronger the crowd thinned out. Rose suggested to no one in particular an early morning walk to a bakery in midtown as the small group was heading home. The sun was already up, and everybody was slowly sporting a hangover. Bree felt like walking anyway so she had headed uptown with Rose, a practical stranger.
They had poured out their hearts as they sat on a park bench, drinking lots of water and waiting for the bakery to open. Rose had recently left her boyfriend after catching him cheating and was disappointed in men.
That didn't stop her from wildly flirting around in the clubs and taking home a random guy every now and then. Bree hadn't had a real relationship for ages, as her career was more important than men. The occasional one night stand or short lived affair kept her afloat.
That morning they had finally parted after enjoying some fresh hot rolls, exchanging phone numbers. They became something like friends, going clubbing (mostly drinking) together and talking about their lives until the wee hours of the night.
Bree had recently embraced alcohol. She had abstained for a while, but for now it just seemed very liberating to get out-of-her-mind-drunk. It helped her cope with the long working week, and something about her newly found company was particularly thrilling with a light buzz.
Usually, Bree would get the drinks at the bar and the rest of the time, she just stood around watching Rose dance.
Rose had been very slim to begin with but during the relatively short time she had known her, Rose had dieted herself into a size zero.
Tonight, she looked even more fragile, with her dark brown eyes more prominent and her long brown hair softly framing her pale face and falling around her bony shoulders. She was laughing and dancing with some guy, putting on a good show, but Bree knew Rose was not really enjoying herself.
Soon she was heading back to her.
"Listen Bree, I'm fucking tired of this. The same fuss over and over again. Wanna go someplace else?"
"Sure. Where?"
"You'll see!"
They were out of the club in no time and Rose dragged her along the streets of the East village. She had taken her hand; they did that sometimes in the clubs when pushing through the crowd. In the morning when they headed home, exhausted from a night of dancing Rose usually linked arms with her.
She was a bit surprised when they turned into a smaller street and Rose rang a door that had Korean lettering on it.
"This will be fun!"
The release buzzer went off, and the door opened and headed down a dimly lit hallway. An old Korean lady greeted them. Rose exchanged a few words with her. Where on earth had she learned that?
The lady was guiding them to a tiny room with a couch and a TV.
"Karaoke!"
"You're gonna love this, Bree!"
So they sat and sang and drank on, fueled by
cheap, too sweet cocktails. Bree was getting totally hammered, but Rose's tolerance for alcohol was definitely higher. They were of the same slender built and neither had had a proper dinner.
Rose was screaming away to Kiss' 'I was made for lovin' you' and had gotten up to dance, making seductive moves, not particularly towards her, but without giving it too much thought. Bree enjoyed the view anyway.
Then Rose collapsed back on the small plastic couch next to her. Her tiny black dress had slipped up and her panties were visible, black satin hip panties. Somehow Bree couldn't look away. Rose noticed her stare and slowly dragged her dress back down.
They drank and sang till the early morning and when they headed out they had to take a cab, neither was able to walk anymore.
Bree was looking forward to the weekend all week long. The days dragged along.
Wednesday Bree woke up in the middle of the night. Images from a dream lingered in her minds eye.
She tried to push the images from her mind, but they kept coming back to her.
It was a face she knew well: lips, slightly parted, the tip of a pink tongue. She willed the vision away but it had already done the trick for her, pushed her too far.
Her hand moved rapidly inside her panties as she furiously worked her swollen clit. With her left hand she explored the deeper regions of her lust from the outside of the slip.
She reached down to her perineum, a region she just recently discovered to give her pleasure and pushed and pressed lightly. Stroking her clit faster and faster with her right, her left entered her ass.
She pumped a little more and then felt the spasms originating from deep down inside her as she exploded in pleasure.
When she got up she told herself that it had all been a dream, but something inside her was hooked. She wanted to go to that imaginary place again. Later that week, the images haunted her again.
Rose was no longer her innocent party friend dancing beside her, but the seductive woman sighing beneath her. Bree rocked back and forth in agony. Circling her clit faster and faster, she pushed one finger down her pussy.
She was moaning uncontrollably as she pictured how Rose might be doing the very same thing just now, Rose stretched out on her bed, reaching into her panties under the covers, touching herself. Rose's hand moving faster and faster, eyes closed, cheeks reddened, her head moving from side to side. Rose rubbing herself to orgasm. Bree couldn't hold back any longer and the waves of her orgasm shattered over her.
Bree had trouble falling asleep that night. Her erotic fantasies troubled her. When she finally went to sleep she had the strangest dream...
She was walking on a beach. It was dark and moonlit. Everything was deserted, peaceful, quiet. In the distance, she saw a person lying on the beach.
She walked up to the person.
It was a woman.
It was Rose.
She had her eyes closed. At first Bree thought she might be sleeping, but then she saw that Rose was indeed not asleep. She had her hand in her bikini shorts, slowly moving up and down. Bree watched open mouthed from the distance. The vision of Rose playing with herself was... exquisite.
But she couldn't move closer without her noticing. So she decided to just observe.
Rose was moving her hand faster now. A moan escaped her lips. Her right hand was rubbing her clit, her left fighting her shorts off. Bree saw the smooth shaved hairless pussy now in the glistening light of the moon.
She moved closer, now only a very few meters away. She was sure if Rose opened her eyes now she would spot her immediately. But she didn't open her eyes, but spread her legs wider and parted her lips, allowing Bree to take a good look at her clit. It stood out, pulsating.
Rose teased herself, rubbing her clit with a shell. Then she tossed the shell away and used her thumb and index finger to give her clit a massage. She slowly rubbed it up and down between these two fingers. She moaned and sighed. Then she abruptly stopped and drew her fingers away. She put her legs up in an angle.
She stroked the insides of her butt cheeks from below. With one finger, she traced the outlines of her asshole in a wide circle. Slowly she moved up and down her hole from the outside; loud cries were escaping her now. One finger pushed and worked her backhole and the right hand returned to her clit.
She wanked her clit up and down. It was not a large clit but her motions looked like she wanked a cock in her lap. She moved up and down faster and faster while burying her left index finger into her asshole.
She must have found the right spot to work on the inside, as her head jerked up and her whole body was tightening in agony. Mouth open, sucking in the air, eyes shut tightly she furiously wanked and wanked herself. She fingered her ass faster and faster, tracing her pink widespread asshole. She came with a load moan that sounded like a wild animal being injured. Nobody could hear her in the now moonlit scene.
Nobody but Bree, who had watched the whole scene. When Rose came right there on the beach, two fingers buried in her asshole and the other hand pressed tightly on her clit, Bree felt her senses overload.
Bree woke up panting, sweating and with a very wet pussy. She reached down inside her panties and did what needed to be done. It didn't take long.
Friday came and she was strangely nervous all day. That didn't have anything to do with Rose, Bree told herself. It had nothing to do with Rose's long arms, her beautiful slim hands. Her neverending legs or the fact that her hipbones were clearly visible through the fabric of her clothes. Her piercing brown eyes. Or these fantasies that kept coming back no madder how hard she pushed them away, even haunting her in her dreams.
They met at their usual club Friday night. Bree was very excited when Rose hugged her hello. She held the embrace a bit longer than usual. They laughed and got the first round of drinks. But after some rounds, Rose seemed to be in a bad mood.
She leaned against Bree and said into her ear: "Bree, look at us. We are almost 35 and single. We chose the career. We have meaningless one night stands with random guys. But what kind of life is that? I shouldn't do that anymore. I think I'm off men."
That gave Bree a tingling sensation in her tummy. Off men? What was Rose trying to tell her? Was she hinting at something? Had she felt the weird tension after their visit to the karaoke bar, too?
Bree was getting bold. She wanted to push the limits. So she nodded. And then replied with her most innocent look: "Off men? So are you considering women now?"
Rose turned and gave her a shocked sideways look. "Hell, no."
Bree decided to drop the topic. After her provocative question Rose seemed more distant for the rest of the night. They had some shallow fun, but it wasn't quite the same. Bree felt like she had to tiptoe around Rose. There was no body contact that night.
They had had tentative plans for Saturday night, but it was already midday and Rose hadn't called her yet. It was usually the first thing they did, they phoned around noon and either told each other about the previous night's conquest and how the sex had been or they complained about their raging hangovers. But that day her mobile remained silent.
Then her phone buzzed and Bree jumped. But it wasn't Rose, it was an old friend of hers who she had met during her first job after university. She decided she might as well make other plans, so she met her friend Allison that night instead.
Allison was a charming blonde, just like Bree herself. They hadn't seen much of each other since they had both climbed up the career ladder. They went to a club where she usually went with Rose and danced themselves into a frenzy. Midnight came, they got some shots and Bree tried to drown her feelings.
But what was she feeling?
Was Rose angry at her? What if she wanted nothing to do with Bree now?
And was she attracted to Rose for real?
She was clearly unfocused and didn't really listen to what Allison was saying.
