Lottie crosses her legs with a sigh and looks at me for a long time. Tears still stain her cheeks.
"I thought he was different." She says for the umpteenth time and wipes her eyes.
"I know, sweetie," I say and I couldn't tell you how many times I've uttered those words tonight. "You don't need him, for anything, trust me," I say hoping it insinuates the offer I'm trying to insinuate. Flirtation and seduction have always been foreign to me. I'm trying as best as I can.
See, I've always had feelings for Lottie, ever since we were in grade school. We're now both 23, and I've never been able to act on my attraction. She's never been open about her sexuality or anything of a sexual nature. I don't want to make things awkward. But recently dumped girls are always the easiest to get in bed with. They want a rebound. I'm hoping her latest breakup provides the perfect moment to make a move because I could never fully articulate how much I want her.
She's 5'8 with chocolate brown hair and eyes to match. She's a bit on the chubby side but that's how I like my women, most likely because I'm chubby as well.
Lottie has no idea that I'm a lesbian. Actually the only people that do know are the girls I've been with. And that isn't a very long list because, like I said, I'm bad at flirting.
Lottie says something but I don't hear her due to the fact that I've noticed her night shirt is see-through and her breasts are completely visible. Her nipples are visibly hard and appear as though to be trying to poke straight through the shirt and free themselves of their cotton prison. Just the sight of them makes me wet because I can imagine my self sucking on them, pulling on them with my teeth. Then I can see myself tugging off her panties and licking her clit until she screams my name, bucks her hips against my mouth. And then my tongue delves inside her....I feel my womanhood quiver, my impure thoughts being too much too handle.
"Shayna," her voice breaks me out of the spell her breasts have cast on me. Surely by now she's realized I'm checking her out big time. I have many times before, but I've always done so inconspicuously.
"Thanks so much for coming over, Shay," She says with a smile. She stands and goes over to her stereo, simultaneously saying, "Let's lighten up this pity party."
She puts on some upbeat pop music and holds out her hand to me, "Let's dance."
"You know I'm not much of a dancer, Lottie."
"I can't dance either, just get up."
I get up, jumping at the chance to be able to make contact with her as we dance in the small area between her dresser and her bed. I brush my hands against her chest as much as I feel I can get away with until she pulls me close and says into my ear, "Shay, are you repeatedly touching my tits on purpose?"
