Claire was so focused on her microbiology book the unexpected vibration of her phone caused her to jump, her chair to tipping precariously before righting itself. "Someone better be dead," she cursed while unlocking her phone. Finals were less than a week away and she still had four chapters of notes to take.
Despite herself the text from Ava brought a smile to her face. "School has so burned me out, wanna see hunger games @9 tonight at the village?" At least if she suffered a complete mental breakdown in the next week she'd be in good company.
Ava and Claire had been friends for years but between relationships, kids, and now school they hadn't seen each other much in the last semester. "omg yes, need to study now though." She'd have to buckle down but her entire being was now aching a night away from the joy of higher education.
Far too soon she was driving down the highway like a mad woman, applying her makeup at red lights, wondering how she'd allowed herself to be convinced taking two science classes and two labs at the same time was a good idea.
By the time she arrived the frazzled student identity had been banished, the old t-shirt and sweats replaced with her favorite grey sweater, her new boots and leggings that at the moment were making her painfully aware spring had not yet sprung.
She searched the crowd, worrying for a moment she'd been stood up. "Wow you look gorgeous," her friend's voice called, "you do know we are going to be sitting in the dark for two hours though?"
"I haven't put makeup on for a week, I needed to feel like a woman again" Claire pouted. "And you have no room to say anything!" The black dress Ava wore left little to Claire or anyone else's imagination.
"Hey Paul paid good money for these" she laughed, cupping her newly augmented breasts. "The least I can do is enjoy them!"
The greeter took a far longer than necessary amount of time printing their tickets and Claire got his gaze lingering on her body several times while he directed them to the balcony.
"That boy thought you were hot." Ava teased, knowing how uncomfortable Claire became with unwanted attention. "Too bad for him we are way out of his league."
"And I'm taken," Claire reminded her. She knew she wasn't ugly, most places she went she caught at least one guy paying her far too much attention but she didn't enjoy it as much as Ava seemed to. "Besides, you are the gorgeous one, I'd fuck you."
"You always say that, but you never do." Ava said, taking Claire's hand and guiding her through the crowd to their theater. "You're going to give me a complex!"
Claire had hoped the movie would be a good distraction but as they often do the director had taken too many liberties with the story. The only redeeming factor was the seat side drinks the theater brought to them.
"One of the few benefits of being nearly thirty" Ava boasted a little too loudly, earning an annoyed look from the couple in front of them as she finished the fourth drink of the movie.
It wasn't as though Claire hadn't enjoyed her rum and coke but her mind was already thinking of school. She cherished seeing her friend but her thoughts were starting to turn to how much study time she was giving up to watch a bad movie.
"Claire," her friend whispered, breaking her from her thoughts, finger half way curling in a drunken come hither movement. Ava's hand rested on her upper thigh, the unexpected touch sending a bolt of electricity from her clit. "So you know, you are the gorgeous one ... oh ... and someday I WILL fuck you."
Claire didn't reply, but she also didn't remove her friend's hand that was now cupping her mound. Despite Ava's confidence they had never much gone beyond an occasional make out session. The sessions always left her dripping wet and aching for sex but she'd never allowed it to go that far. She always told Ava she loved cock which was true, but truth be told she was also terrified she wouldn't know what to do, that she'd disappoint her friend and she wasn't sure she wanted to anyway.
Sensing Claire would not immediately stop her at least, Ava's hand alternating between cupping and rubbing her mound, sending shock waves through her body. Claire never wore panties with leggings, something Ava was now using to her unfair advantage her finger discovering and circling the rapidly hardening clit.
"Ava ..." She managed to whisper, her hand now gripping her friend's thigh tightly as her hips rose to meet her hand each time she cupped her pussy, her clit begging for more attention. She could only hope others in the theater were more interested in the unfolding scene of kids butchering each other than her oddly rhythmic movements.
Claire's hips pressed upward as though with a mind of their own, her pussy was on fire. "Stop?" Ava asked sweetly, letting her palm come to a rest against her friend's clit, a smile crossing her face as she felt fingernails dig a little deeper into her thigh.
"
fuck
ddon't stop" she gasped, how could the bitch do this to her? Her other hand pressed Ava's hand against her mound, begging her hand to move again.
Satisfied, Ava let spread her fingers, now rubbing two sides of Claire's clit through her leggings. Claire shifted to give her better access, she could feel the heat radiating from her friend's pussy, she pressed the tip of her finger against her opening, blocked from entering her only by the thin fabric of her leggings a moan of her own escaped her lips.
Claire's thoughts of school were long gone, thankfully the sounds of battle on the screen both captivated the crowd's attention and masked the soft moans now escaping her mouth. Her pussy was sopping now, part of her wondered how she would manage to walk to her car with her leggings soaked but it was only a small part. Her body was in control now even though she was only raised a few inches out of her seat in her mind she was bucking wildly under her friend's touch.
"
What are you doing?
" a small, in fact a very small voice asked Claire. In that moment she didn't care, her legs trembled as Ava increased the pressure on her clit. She didn't know how she would feel tomorrow or what she would tell Cole but she knew if Ava stopped touching her now she would come undone but more than that in her heart she didn't want Ava to stop touching her.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this to you," Ava whispered in her ear, timing her fingers pressing against Claire's opening with her thumb circling what had to be a clit aching for release. "Now be a girl and cum for me."
At that moment each moment of affection between them flashed in Claire's mind, the friendship, groping and kissing each other at the bar, her hips bucked harder. "I'm going -" the words were forever lost as Ava pressed her lips to Claire's and their tongues met, gently at first and then more desperate e as Claire's body surrendered to a soul bending climax, surrounded by a hundred oblivious people. Ava waited patiently for Claire to "cum" down from her orgasm.
