This is my attempt at writing a girl:girl story for a good girl friend of mine as a dare - could a man write one??
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Emma watched him stride across the wooden floor of the bar. Without a backward glance towards her, his weight forced the doors at the entrance apart and the darkness of the street quickly swallowed his shadow. He was gone. Once again his intolerance of her carefree ways had led to panic, his insecurity caused yet another public argument. And now she was alone. Or was, until the heady aroma of her favourite perfume caught her attention. She moved on her seat, her arm catching the naked flesh of a girl who was standing next to her. Eye contact was immediate and she stared into the dark brown eyes of the stranger, but one who’s intensity caused her to catch her breath. She moved her arm away from her waist, but slowly for she had enjoyed the soft feel as her has brushed across the gap between her top and the silky red skirt that this girl was wearing.
“Can I get you a drink” she said, “’cause you’re not going to run after him are you?” This had been her first thought as it usually was every other time this scenario had been played out. But tonight she already sensed that it would be different. The fragrance, the passion in her eyes and the feel of her body so close to her had stirred feelings in her that so often she had to repress. Now she had no hesitation in saying “Yes, I’d love one”.
They moved to a table in the corner of the bar. It was a quiet night and there were no crowds. People drifted in and out as the heat of the summer battled with the ceiling fans to see which would determine the atmosphere for that night. In her own mind she new it would be hot but that was given added impetus by the slim leg of her companion that were slowly forcing her own legs apart. They chatted, but this was just the prelude to something that she now knew she was desperate for. Secretly, away from prying eyes, their fingers were entwined at first just happy to be holding each other but gradually their movements became more sensual. She began to stroke her thighs and Emma responded. She could not take in the impact the smoothness of this girls skin was having on her. The heat of the season meant she was not wearing anything beneath her own, tightly fitting skirt and she could sense the way her pussy lips were parting in response to the girls gentle rhythmic stroking of her legs.
“You want to come for short walk?” she asked as they were finishing their third cocktail, “my friend’s got a room round the back where we crash out if we’ve been working late.” Emma nodded, accepting the guidance of the girls hand as they got up together. She slipped her arm around the girls waist and moved to kiss her, one half of her thinking ‘her cheek’ but the stronger half of her urging her to feel this strangers dark pouting lips responding to her own.
Maybe they’d had more to drink than she’d realised and instead of the passionate embrace her body wanted they simply fell into each others arms in a semi drunken state. But as they struggled to regain their balance, both took the opportunity to explore each others bodies, her hands lingering that little bit longer than would be strictly necessary in the eyes of a casual observer. Emma he moved her hand up and down feeling the curve of her ample breast and when she was steady, let her hand brush against the erect nipple that was straining against the soft cotton material of the girls white top.