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.
