"It's your birthday tomorrow. What do you want?" Emily asked, looking up from her book.
I shrugged, indifferent. She was all I wanted.
"Oh come on. There must be something. Any sexual fantasies?"
I blushed bright red. My fantasies were silly and I knew she would not like them. But my clitoris was pulsating just thinking about it.
She caressed my face, whispering, "I won't mind. I just want to make you happy."
I stammered, "Um, we-e-e don't have to but it would really- uh, turn me on if we could make another girl... come." I stared at the floor, incredibly embarrassed at what I had said.
She started to burst out laughing, clutching her sides and rolling about on the floor. Her cackles echoed around the living room.
"Is that it? I expected something wilder from you!"
I giggled too; it all seemed so stupid now. This was the girl that had whipped my ass and sucked the juices that flowed from my pussy. The girl that shoved strawberries into her cunt just so I could eat them. Why would she be bothered by adding another girl into the mix?
"We'll go the club tonight and pick up a hot chick," she told me. "Your fantasy will come true."
We spent all afternoon applying makeup and curling (her) or straightening (me) our hair. She wore a black strapless dress with a silver belt circling her hips. I had never seen her look so beautiful in all my life apart from, of course, when she was naked in my arms.
I modelled a gold iridescent dress with a flaring skater skirt. It hung low on my chest and my cleavage tempted. Emily mouthed "Gorgeous" to me in the mirror.
We both slipped on our shoes. Hers were some charcoal suede boots which were knee-high. Unfortunately they covered her mind-blowing legs. Mine were leopard print platform heels. For once I was actually taller than her.
When we were both satisfied we looked sexy, she called a taxi. The cabbie looked us up and down, his mouth agog. Emily had done an amazing job of turning us into beauty queens.
The car stopped outside the lesbian nightclub "Amour". I thanked him, thrust a tenner into his hand and strode towards the doors, pushing past the bouncer. So shocked by our appearance, he let us go, unscathed.
The sound of shitty pop music ringed in my ears. Soft female flesh surrounded me.
"Who do you want?" shouted Emily.
There were too many girls pressing in on me and I couldn't decide. Yet the crowds cleared to show a slim girl with strawberry-blonde hair tapping her cocktail impatiently against the bar. A blue sequinned dress clung to her curves and her tight ass dangled from the stool. My mouth drooled.
I walked to her, not even checking behind to see if Emily was following- I was too entranced.
Stroking her legs, I purred, "Hey, sexy."
She turned around instantly, apologizing. "Sorry, I'm straight. My friend persuaded me to come and now she's abandoned me."
I backed away, mortified. However, my girl took her hand and asked, "Are you sure you like boys?" hauling her to the bathroom.
I had no idea what she was doing but I was intrigued. I found myself in the bathroom with them.
Pressing her hand up my fantasy girl's legs, Emily murmured, "Can a boy do this?"