The room was dark with a strange red tint as he softly kissed her lips, gently parting them with his tongue. His hands roamed freely over her body and down her back. He squeezed her ass and pulled her pelvis tightly against his. She could feel his hard cock trying to escape his confining jeans and reach out to her. Her heart pounded and her pussy longed to feel him inside of her.
His kisses moved down to her neck. He pulled away and quickly pulled off her shirt. His lips returned instantly, gently gliding over her throat, sending chills through her body despite the heat of the room. His tongue trailed down in between her breast, and his hands slid down the back of her pants and continued massaging her ass.
Suddenly she became aware of another pair of hands unhooking her bra. She wanted to turn around to see their face, but couldn't move. As if she were hypnotized, she found herself lost in the sensation of the stranger's kisses on the back of her neck. The stranger removed her bra and their hands went straight for her breast. She closed her eyes and let out a moan as the soft hands kneaded her tits and squeezed her nipples between their fingers. The kisses on her neck intensified, and the feel of their hot breath made her pussy even wetter. Her head swirled as the four hands and two pairs of lips touched all the right spots on her body.
Her boyfriend kissed his way down her stomach, unzipped her pants, and pulled them down. He kissed her clit through the thin fabric of her panties causing another moan to escape her lips.
Then the stranger removed one hand from her breast and brought it to her chin. They gently turned her head towards them and she could finally see who it was. "It couldn't be," she thought. "This is wrong. Not my best friend. I can't... I shouldn't..." But something inside her longed to be close to them and yearned for the kiss as their lips moved closer together...
"Good morning! It's seven o'clock on this beautiful Monday morning here at 105.5 WHUZ," The sudden cheery voice of the radio announcer woke Sarah with a start. She looked around the room for her boyfriend and friend. It took her a few seconds to realize she'd only been dreaming. It was the same dream she'd been having for a month now. She closed her eyes and brushed the hair out of her face. She could still feel her friend's gentle kisses on her neck and her panties felt damp from her juices. "Why do I keep dreaming about her?" She asked herself. "I know I'm not gay, plus I love Tom. So why am I having so many wet dreams about Kelly?" She took a deep breath and threw back the covers, still thinking about Kelly. Today was the day she was to see her childhood friend for the first time in five years.
They were more like sisters than friends really. They had shared everything growing up; neither could keep a secret from the other. Sarah was even the first -and only- person Kelly confided in when she was still unsure of her sexuality. Though Sarah didn't personally understand homosexuality, she had nothing against it. The thought of being with another girl herself, however, usually disgusted Sarah. At least, up until the dreams started. She didn't want to admit it, but now she could definitely see herself making love to her friend. She knew she wasn't in love with Kelly though. It was almost as if she was under some sort of sexual spell. But with the feelings in the dreams starting to get so intense, Sarah couldn't help but wonder if these sexual feelings might've in fact became something deeper if she hadn't been forced to move away when her parent's divorced. But now that Kelly's going to be back in her life, even though it was just for a week, the contingency of falling for her friend scared her.
Sarah got up and walked into the bathroom, the thought of Kelly kissing and caressing her still lingered in her mind. Splashing her face with cold water, she tried to focus on other things, but to no avail. As much as she wanted to deny it, her heart skipped a beat with every imaginary touch from Kelly. "OK, take a deep breath," She inhaled deeply through her nose, and exhaled through her mouth. "I've got to pick up Kelly at the airport at eleven and have lots of stuff to do before then. So get a move on," She told the reflection in the mirror. She started getting dressed and finally managed to concentrate a little better on things other than the dream. At least until she saw Kelly face to face...
The airport was crowded. There were long lines of people waiting impatiently to have their luggage checked, and dozens of people scurrying around the souvenir shops and restaurants. Sarah swallowed hard and tried to settle the butterflies in her stomach as she walked through the crowded terminal. The roar of voices nearly drowned out the sound of her heart beat in her ears. Nervously, she glanced at her watch. 10:59 AM. Any minute now Kelly was going to be getting off the plane.
Even though they wrote letters occasionally, five years was a long time. People change, especially in their last teen years. When they were kids, Kelly was always the clown. Now, in her letters, she seemed to be more serious than Sarah remembered. Sarah wondered in what other ways Kelly was different.
She nervously tugged on her blouse as the first person getting off the plane finally appeared, and her heartbeat accelerated with each unfamiliar face that entered the terminal. She took one more deep breath, and then Kelly appeared, wearing a white t-shirt tucked into her blue-jean shorts, carrying a book in her hand. Tall, with dark hair and blue eyes to die for, she had definitely developed into a beautiful young woman. Sarah waved to her, and realized she was holding her breath. She exhaled in a sigh as their eyes met.
Kelly smiled and quickly made her way over to her friend. "Hey!" She wrapped Sarah in a big hug. "I can't believe it's been five years. You haven't changed a bit."
Sarah inhaled deeply the scent of Kelly's perfume and felt the same hypnotic sense as in her dreams wash over her. "You have," she replied. "You look good."
"I've always looked good," Kelly joked as she pulled away.
"Ha!" Sarah teased. Kelly had looked a little plain when she was younger, but hadn't exactly been bad looking either.
"Look who's calling the kettle black," Kelly retorted.
Both smiling, they walked side by side to pick up Kelly's luggage.
Ten minutes later, they stood staring at the conveyer belt as the last piece of luggage was picked up. "I can't believe they lost my luggage," Kelly complained.
"It'll show up soon," Sarah tried to reassure her.
"I knew I should've stuck an extra pair of underwear in my pocket just in case."
Sarah chuckled and gave Kelly a small, one-armed hug around her shoulders. In that instant, she had a towering urge to pull Kelly close and kiss her. Having these thoughts with Kelly right next to her made her blush. This is going to be a long week, she thought to herself.
Later that evening, they were hanging out in the guest room -where Kelly would be sleeping- talking and laughing about old times. "Remember the first time you came over?" Kelly laughed.
"Ugh," Sarah grimaced.
"You were so shy and scared of my parents that you kept falling down, and dropping things, and sticking your foot in your mouth."
"I was so embarrassed I refused to come over again for months afterwards," Sarah recalled.
"Sarah," Mrs. Fitch appeared in the half-open doorway struggling to fasten a gold earring. "Steve and I are getting ready to leave for that dinner party and we won't be back 'til pretty late, so don't wait up."
Sarah's stepfather Steve appeared behind her mom. "Try not to burn the house down while we're gone."
"Bye," Sarah waved to her parents and listened to their footsteps as they walked downstairs and out the door. As soon as she heard the car pull out, she went into her room to retrieve her hidden box of alcoholic drinks. "Want a beer?" She offered Kelly when she returned.
"Sure. But aren't they a bit warm?"
"I can stick them in the freezer and they'll be cold in about fifteen minutes." Sarah sat the box down, grabbed a couple cans of beer, and started to the door.
"You know, I tried to talk you into drinking for years, but you were always too much of a goody-two-shoes. When did that change?"
Sarah gave a mischievous grin and left the room without replying. When she returned a minute later she found Kelly snooping around her liquor supply. "Nosy."
Kelly looked up and grabbed a half empty bottle of vodka. "Fifteen minutes is too long to wait for a buzz," Now it was Kelly's turn to give a mischievous grin.
Sarah rolled her eyes, but went back downstairs to get a couple of shot glasses. This time when she returned Kelly was propped up on the bed with a pillow between her back and the head board, and was rolling the bottle between her hands.
She looked up when Sarah appeared. "'Bout time slow poke," Kelly teased.
"Shut up," Sarah walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, handing Kelly a shot glass.
Kelly sat the glass on the bed so she could unscrew the bottle's lid. After pouring a shot for herself, she handed the bottle to Sarah. "Cheers." They both held up their glasses and took a drink; Sarah took a sip, Kelly downed it all in one gulp.
"God," Sarah stared at Kelly's empty glass, "Thirsty? How can you stand gulping straight vodka?"
