When Olive, already high on the thrill of pushed boundaries and vodka, was dancing with Max, her longtime friend-of-a-friend, she didn't object to the other woman's adventurous hands and grinding hips. Before the blinding light of the closing hour had a chance to ruin their fun, Max pulled Olive close to yell a whispered invitation.
The bump of adrenaline with her nodded acceptance in the overwhelming energy of the club fueled the intoxicating joy that blurred reality so delightfully.
Slender fingers wound together as Max navigated the mass of bodies on the dance floor, guiding them toward the entrance. Catching the eye of the friends she'd come with, Olive blushed at her overt excitement. They all knew Max well enough, through rumor or personal interaction, to know where Olive would be spending the night.
Through the cottony pressure of temporary partial deafness, Olive heard her own giggles as they drunkenly stumbled some number of blocks, oblivious to the wary attention of the transients they woke or creeping interest of passing cars.
Max's femininity couldn't be hidden completely beneath the male-styled clothes she wore, nor did she try to repress it. She simply was.
Thin arms around the more curvaceous young woman, Max tickled continued high-pitched squeals from Olive until they reached the sickly yellow lights of her aging apartment building.
Leading Olive up the stairs, Max rattled out a quick lowdown on what to expect. "I hope you like dogs! Oh, and my roommate might be up."
She opened the flimsy door, no apparent thought to a key, to the instant tsunami of a furry greeting, masses of wagging bodies and tails.
Brown mixes of dog varieties, the two large mutts showed Olive instant attention that was replaced with continued searching upon realizing she was empty handed.
The musty smell in the dank living room would have been objectionable were she sober, but Olive let Max toss her onto the lumpy couch as the sound of dog tags jingled throughout the background.
Lips met hungrily as Max ground her into the cushions, her jeans rubbing against Olive's inner thighs and turning her little black skirt into a belt. It wasn't Olive's first kiss with a woman by far, but she'd never kissed one this passionate, this confident. The tepid pecks of college girls who weren't sure if they would enjoy the soft warmth of another woman's tongue, even as they bravely dared to try, were in another realm compared to the masterful teasing pressure and ferocity of Max's lips.
The grind of her leaner frame into the soft heat of Olive's own yielding breasts as the woman above arched her back, squaring her shoulders to look down appreciatively, drenched her cotton panties, undoubtedly leaving a spot on the jeans that rubbed against her swelling clit.
Even outside of the hypnotizing music and blurring lights of the club, Max was exquisite, with high cheekbones and a jaw that accentuated an inviting neck that was never hidden by hair. Its current boyish incarnation was shaved on the sides with a slicked back blonde shock on top.
Makeup would have looked out of place, except maybe some mascara or eyeliner to make those deep blue eyes pop, Olive vaguely thought as Max playfully took her wrists and brought them to her head before diving into another all-consuming kiss.
The pop of an opening can caught the attention of the undulating mass on the couch. Olive's hands had wriggled loose and were about to pull the ribbed white tank top over Max's head when the sound made them aware of the men in the kitchen.
Standing with a beer, a scruffy twenty-something, dirty blond hair straightened by the weight of its own oils, tried to talk through his amused grin. "Don't let me stop you."
Max, first to recover, grinned right back from her perch above Olive. Making no move to get up, she chuckled, "Oh, hey, nice to meet ya." Olive blushed furiously beneath and moved her hands from Max's shirt to her own skirt, but it refused to budge with the other woman wedged between her thighs.
"Didn't see you when we came in..." Max continued, clearly proud of herself.
"Um..." Olive squirmed uncomfortably, wondering how much of a show she'd inadvertently given.
"No, really," the man tipped his beer encouragingly. "Go ahead."
"Oh, she will too," the other man, possibly the aforementioned roommate, laughed suggestively. Neither moved to leave the kitchen.
As Max returned her attention to Olive, the more self-conscious young woman twisted awkwardly. "*Do* you have a room?" she asked, both hopeful and suddenly dubious.
With a heavy-lidded grin, Max spoke in a husky voice. "Whatever you want," the initial word pulling Olive into a tunnel, dulling her to the surrounding world.
Ignoring the annoyed, if playful, boos from the kitchen, Olive let Max lead her down a dark hall while she fumbled absently at her immodestly high skirt. Littered with clothes that Olive gingerly stepped around and on, the room was lit by horizontal slashes of moonlight cutting through the partially closed blinds.
With a falling leap into the unmade bed, Olive crawled to the edge, Max descending on the backs of her exposed thighs, hands pushing her black cotton panties up and out of the way to grab her ass. Olive's girlish squeal echoed off the bare walls.
"God damn you're fun," Max marveled while running her hands higher, grabbing the tight T shirt, damp and sticky with club sweat, to pull up and over Olive's head. It was lost instantly to the darkness, and Max pinched the clasp at the center of Olive's back, loosing the bra with practiced ease.
Sliding her hands between the mattress and Olive's arching body, Max burrowed her face into her lover's neck. As her fingers found Olive's tight nipples, Max latched on to the delicate base of her neck, licking at the excruciatingly sensitive skin.
A spinning rush accompanied the desperate wave of need as Olive craned her lower back into Max's hips. "Sweet Jesus," she heard her own wavering voice, muffled by the pile of bedding.
Nuzzling her face higher, behind Olive's ear, Max blasted hot air along her scalp. "Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck you?"
Deliriously excited, eager for a physical interpretation of the vague specificity, Olive breathlessly encouraged "Yes! Please! Fuck me!" The next heartbeat drove Max's hips against Olive's ass as she moaned in happy need.
Letting herself be turned over, Olive took in the gorgeous creature above her while she stripped off her top. Max's thin frame hinted at a heroine chic but with underlying muscles. Streaked across by alternating lines of white-blue light and indigo, she was an '80s salon painting.
Olive reached forward, eager to explore the curves of her stomach, cup her taut breasts, but Max hopped off the bed.
With a careful yank, Max pulled Olive's pesky skirt and panties down and over her boots. Laces tugged and wrenched in the dark until Olive's feet finally wiggled free.
Naked in the middle of the bed, Olive rolled with closed eyes, grasping for the return of Max's body. "Come back," she mewled. The obvious, erotic sound of jeans unzipping and falling to the floor was followed by the pressure of Max climbing between Olive's legs, trailing her fingers along her thighs as she kissed her way toward Olive's eager pussy.
Anticipating a mauling, the bold, testing lapping at her throbbing clit made Olive gasp with burning need. Moaning, she arched her hips forward, but Max teased back with an appreciative hum. Every cell anticipated Max's arrival as she worked her way up Olive's stomach and between her breasts with raked teeth and sensual kisses.
Awash in endorphins, Olive writhed against Max's soft flesh, enjoying the rub of their breasts as Max slid up, reaching for something to the side of the bed. Lying back with impatient patience, icy hot excitement rushed through her thighs.
Watching the zebra-striped Max maneuvering the firm tip of something past her own engorged lips was maddening.
Olive's head fell back with a flood of heat, her hips angling to accept a descending tool Max worked past her outermost folds.
Slowly pumping her hips allowed each burrowing drive deeper access until Max's rolling hips alone guided its entire slick length, leaving her hands free to cascade up Olive's sides.
With an explosive thrust, Max drove her pelvis into Olive while descending to meet her lips, consuming her ecstatic moan. The unyielding nob in her depths ground nearly painful until the filling heat swelled around it.
Scratching and pawing appreciatively at the flexing muscles of Max's back as she worked short strokes into her pussy, Olive ground back, able to fully indulge her deepest itch without worry the steadily building pressure wouldn't be released.
