We sit there with our drinks in hand; everyone else has crashed out from the all-night party. Its early hours and the alcohol has settled us into a calm yet outgoing state. We are often the two that end up sitting alone after the nights drama; sitting, talking, learning about each other's' thoughts and fantasies. She is beautiful; with long blonde hair and almost snow white skin, I often tell her she should go as snow white to the fancy dress parties we have, she would look incredible. I'm a sucker for costumes and would be thrilled to see someone so pure dressed like that.
Tonight we talk about sexuality; we tell each other of our curiosities. The both of us are straight young women; personally I have thoughts about other women; I believe they are the more beautiful and attractive of the two genders. I can be totally captivated by a gorgeous woman although my personal reference will always be the strong man that can protect me. I guess I love to be the weaker one of the pair and will always love a strong protector, maybe that's the primal instinct in me.
She tells me of her thoughts, similar to mine. If she were ever to experiment with her hidden attraction to females, it would have to be with the right girl, someone she could trust and enjoy the moment with. I agree with her and speak of my fears; that I may not be able to please a woman in the same way I can please a man. We sip our drinks and seem to edge a little closer to each other on the sofa, unknowing of our subconscious movements.
Our chat continues as we get deeper into our thoughts on the subject; exploring each other's minds and our way of thinking. Our drinks are beginning to empty from our glasses and our eyes begin to fix onto one another's, I feel that attraction as I look in her eyes. Pure and blue, a shine that says she's tipsy but knows what she's doing and what she wants. Without hesitation, she pours the last of her drink down her throat before pushing the glass to the side and leaning herself onto me.
I feel her weight push over my body as we sink into the sofa; her moist lips are pressed against mine, moving and fitting my mouth perfectly. My tongue slides over hers as passion pours over me and my need to be touched and caressed intensifies. I can feel the heat from her body as it closes in to lean further into me; that heat fuelling my desire to touch her. I raise my hand a little towards her hip and trace my finger along the band of her pants. She shudders slightly at the gentle caress on her skin; she feels silky and soft under my hand.
As my fingers push under her waist band her kiss becomes more passionate; she moves her mouth on mine with a delicate lust; needing and wanting as her breathing becomes heavy. The supple plumpness of her lips is felt moving across my face on a route to my ear. I feel the hotness of her breath on my skin; it sends a chain reaction through my spine. I am just as aroused as she is; my own breathing becoming shallow, my eyes narrowing onto her and my skin feeling tingly like it is pulsing with electricity.
My fear of experimenting this way is soon forgotten; I want to touch her, to kiss her, to find out what makes her moan. My body tells me that it longs for her also; it begs for her to caress, lick and for her to smoother it in attention. I want this woman, my friend, the girl I've known forever to have me here, right at this moment to use however she pleases.
I grab at the band with both hands, scraping my nails along her skin as I pull at the material to move down over her ass and thighs. I move my face to see her black lacy panties while her mouth presses hard into the hollow of my neck. The pressure of her mouth on that sensitive part of my body instantly causes a reaction in me to moan into her ear and pull her body harder into mine.
We pull at each other's clothes; her pants pulled off and her t-shirt thrown onto the floor beside us. I'm left in my nothing but my red French underwear. I push her off me for a moment before pulling her lips to mine for a passionate kiss; my hands keeping her there as they entwine into her long blonde hair. I suddenly break our connection to give her a smouldering look as I stand to make sure the door is firmly locked. For this moment, it is just me and her, nobody else.
I reach out my hands to her and lift her from the sofa; she takes it to stand up close in front of me, our lips merely millimetres apart. I lift my left hand to graze the back of my fingers along her jaw. I watch her face, her eyes closing at the touch, her own hand cupping mine before she runs her lips over it to leave a trail of kisses.
'Is this what you want?' I ask in a calm and husky tone.