We met, officially, at a party.
The twenty-seventh birthday of a mutual friend was to be the first time we actually spoke to each other, although we'd each known who the other was for years. Her name was Erica, and she was beautiful: chin length naturally jet-black hair, huge emerald colored eyes and pouty, raspberry-colored lips. She was about three inches taller than my height of 5'3 and her skin was much darker, carefully and faithfully tanned at least once a week. Body wise, she was amazing, as far as my own personal preferences anyway... not Skelator-anorexic, shapely legs that led up to a shapely ass and perfect C-cup tits that, upon seeing her, I was instantly fantasizing about sucking.
I on the other hand, looked a lot less than my best that night. My already super pale skin was even whiter than usual, except for the deep purple circles around each of my navy-blue eyes, and I was a little thinner than usual. Even my curly blond locks On that Friday night I had been awake for nearly forty-eight hours, chain smoking pot and working fervently on my latest story. I was exhausted, stressed out and by ten o'clock I was only slightly drunk and very bored.
It was November and freezing outside and for this I was grateful. I needed to smoke a joint so I could make it through the next 90 minutes before my ride was planning to leave, and I wanted to smoke it alone. I bundled myself up and went outside to the side of the house that was closest to the woods where it was dark and the most private. I was about halfway through my smoke when I was startled by a voice behind me.
"Could I get a toke off that?"
"Jesus!" I shrieked, spinning quickly toward the sound.
"I'm sorry," she said smiling, "I didn't mean to scare ya, or to be a bum... I'm just so fucking bored in there." As she spoke her eyes rolled heavenward and then she giggled, a terrible giggle that I would have found sickeningly irritating if she weren't so deliciously sexy.
I took a long haul off the joint then handed it to her, focusing my energy on keeping my eyes on her face. "I'm Erica. You're Cassidy right? Zack's sister?" She exhaled slowly and I watched her lips, nodding. She noticed, and she curled her pretty lips into a smile. "We should go smoke this in my car."
I wasted no time in accepting the invitation and a few minutes later we were side by side in the front seats of her car, smoking a second joint and making small talk while we listened to the radio station's terrible selection of music.
"Do you really wanna go back in there?" she asked as we shared our post-pot cigarette. I told her I absolutely did not want to go back to Austin's. "Well," she continued, "I do have booze at my place and some yummy weed to make it taste good. We could always head over there."
I took my time contemplating this second invitation. Going back to Erica's place to get fucked up sounded enormously appealing, but it was difficult not to wonder exactly what she had in mind. Especially when I had no fucking idea what exactly it was that I had in mind.
Anyway, ten minutes later we were walking up the stairs to her third floor apartment. I was totally nervous, shaky and nauseous. Once inside her spacious place I felt a little more at ease. As an obsessive-compulsive neat freak I was relieved to see her home was neat and clean and there would be no disturbing distractions like crusty plates in the sink or animal hair all over the furniture.
For about an hour we sat at the kitchen table drinking and smoking and talking about the things we had in common. There were actually quite a few. Our love for creatures of all kinds and our passionate dedication to their protection and preservation; we were both TV junkies with a ton of the same shows in common; we were both twenty-six years old and had been married and divorced and come out of it blissfully childless. We were both voracious readers who favored the true crime genre and we were both picky eaters with little interest in expanding our food horizon.
I excused myself and slipped into the bathroom to freshen up. I pulled my hair up into a high pony tail and touched up what little make up I'd bothered to apply before going to the party. I was glad that I'd chosen to wear my nice ass jeans and my favorite black halter top beneath my black hoodie. I couldn't help but be thankful that I'd worn my new blue bra and panties set that I'd for weeks and hadn't worn, and that I'd shaved this morning.
My thong panties were damp and had been for quite awhile. I removed my hoodie, adjusted my halter top and walked back out into the kitchen. Erica was no longer in her chair. "Erica?"
I peeked around the corner into the dimly lit living room and at first, I thought my mind, liquored up and smoked out, was surely playing tricks on me.
Erica was seated on the huge white couch, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. She was also completely naked with her legs spread wide open. I watched, memorized as her hands massaged her tits, every now and then letting her fingers fondle her hard nipples and her shiny bald pussy glistened with her juices. I could feel my own pussy dripping, aching with anticipation.
Erica pulled her head forward and smiled. "This is what you want, right?" Her left hand slid from her breast, down her stomach then between her legs. With the tip of her index finger she began to rub her clit slowly, short, quick moans escaping her lips. Her finger slid down in between her yummy looking pink lips before disappearing deep inside her.
I inhaled audibly and much to my dismay she stopped what she was doing. My dismay was very temporary.
