Bonds of Friendship
3 - More Than Friends
It was at least twenty minutes before we could get out of the club. Three or four of those were due to collecting my wrap and Faye's jacket. The rest of the time we were stopping again to kiss.
How we kept our hands and lips in check in the taxi ride home, I don't know. Faye paid off the cab - she did insist that the date was on her - and we walked to the door. Then she turned to me. "So, are you going to come in for coffee?"
I grinned. "Since it's my coffee, I'm sure I am!"
"Is not," she said as she opened the door. "I got groceries last."
"Likely true," I said, taking her hand.
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After we'd locked the house door, I started for the kitchen. Faye caught my wrist. "Forget the coffee," she breathed. "I want to taste you."
I didn't need persuading. I cupped her ass with my hands as she lifted her face to kiss me, her lips rising to meet mine. Her tongue touched mine, lips parting, then she moved to kiss beneath my chin and along my neck.
The tender touch of her lips against me made me shiver with pleasure. I kissed her behind her ear, and over her shoulders, feeling her shiver against me. As I leaned down to kiss her throat, my cheek grazed her uplifted breasts, and I felt them move with her excited breathing.
Our lips joined again, and I found Faye's excitement driving mine. My breasts itched against the dress's sewn in cups, the feeling making me want to press them harder against Faye's body. With a muttered apology I broke the kiss, taking Faye's shoulder for support as I bent down to unfastened each of my shoes, then plucked them off.
Our faces were close to level as I moved back in, which felt strange, since I was so used to Faye being around and being shorter than me. But the pressure of her body against mine felt perfect. I moved my hands to the her back and held her against me, affection for her warming my belly and making me seek even closer contact.
Faye began to move us towards the couch, and we shuffled across to it clumsily, a single creature with too many uncoordinated limbs. We finally made it, separating, then sitting down, arms around each other's backs. Faye kicked off her shoes. Her eyes carried the same excess of affection that I was feeling. "You okay?" she murmured.
I knew what she was asking. Was making out with my friend really not making me uncomfortable?
"Very okay," I replied, softly, and nipped at her earlobe. "You?"
Faye shivered and kissed my neck. "Yeah," she said. "I've missed being this close to someone."
I couldn't respond to that. I'd
never
been this close to anyone. I lifted my free hand and caressed her cheek with the back of my thumb. Then I drew it down, my thumb lightly gliding over her shoulder, then around her neckline, feeling the outline of her bra beneath the scaly discomfort of the sequins. I circled the side of her breast, still with the back of my thumb, then moved my fingers to her waist as she turned to face me.
Faye swivelled carefully around on her foot, off the couch, so that she was facing me, her knees beside mine, then tried to climb back up onto the couch. She winced as she tried to part her legs far enough in the tight dress, then tugged it up so that it would be less in the way as she settled into my lap.
I wrapped my arms around her waist to draw her closer. Her breasts brushed mine as our lips met, but her hips were too far from mine for my liking, and I couldn't move her near enough. I tried to slide myself forward to close the gap, but she wriggled uncomfortably.
Faye slid back from my legs to stand, then reached behind her. "Help me with this," she whispered after she'd unfastened her dress. She leaned forward, raising her hands, and I lifted the dress by its shoulder straps, pulling it over her head.
She took it from me, then carefully laid it over the arm of the couch, and climbed back into my lap, smiling at me as she eased herself forward in a low black bra and black lacy panties.
I moved my hands behind her back again, whispering into her ear, "This feels so much better."
"Yeah," she replied, and we resumed our kiss.
Our bodies were close, now. She sat on my thighs, her knees beside my hips. Since I was still sitting forward on the couch, her belly was close enough to touch mine lightly, a more solid pressure where her bra pushed against me through my dress's support. I groaned at the excitement I was feeling, and Faye slipped her hands around my neck, holding my face to hers, her breathing rapid. She moved as we kissed, the push of her breasts against me changing direction as her face moved, her hips repositioning her body with each shift.
The motion of Faye's body against mine was seriously arousing me. I found myself wondering how much further she'd want to go. Did she knew what she was doing to me?
My hands came up to her bra, stroking it lightly, fingers and thumbs squeezing with just enough force to feel the pliancy that it confined. Emboldened, I lightly squeezed both nipples, and Faye moaned softly into the kiss.
I moved my hands back to her waist. Faye's lips parted from mine and touched my ear. "Will you let me take your dress off?" she whispered.
If she did, I'd be topless. After a moment's thought, I decided I was ready for that, but would she be? But she'd seen my dress. She had to know that it didn't hide a bra. The keyhole and sides made it clear that I wasn't wearing even a strapless. She knew what she was asking, and I nodded, my heart racing.