I lay next to you, cradling your head against my breast, lightly stroking your sleeping face. Your arm pulls me closer to you as you snuggle next to me. Looking down, I softly kiss your forehead, my lips making your stir slightly in your sleep. Many nights I watch you sleep and think to myself, all this started out with a kiss....
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"So do you want to go to this club with me or not?"
"I don't know Coryne. You travel in some weird circles." I laughed. Coryne was one of my best friends, but she was also one of the strangest. When I first met her some ten years ago, she had the most beautiful strawberry blonde that I ever seen. It hung straight down her back, stopping just short of her ass. We lost contact for a few years and when we got back in touch, I saw that her beautiful strawberry locks were streaked with purple, green, blue and orange. Losing contact again, the next time I saw her, she had shaved her hair completely. At first her bald head freaked me out, but I've gotten used to it.
"You are one to talk, Ms. Vampy." Coryne said, rubbing her scalp, "And a simple Cory will suffice."
She had me there. Whereas Cory opted for the bald chick look, I went to the other extreme. I dyed my hair jet black, had small fangs permantly attached to my teeth, and never wore anything but black. But, in my defense, I was a constant, Cory was a non-stop fashion roller coaster.
"That doesn't change the fact that your friends are weird." I said, poking her the side with my elbow, "What kind of club is it anyways?"
Cory got real quiet on me, a sure sign that she was getting ready to drop a bombshell on me.
"Promise you won't get mad, but it's one of my clubs." she said, biting her lip nervously.
"Oh boy." I said, shaking my head. Anytime she said one of 'her' clubs, I knew that it was a gay/bi club. For lack of a better phrase, I'm strictly dickly and those clubs don't really appeal to me. I mean I love Cory unconditionally, even though she's gay, but I just don't like the clubs. Getting hit on by all those butch girls or getting the stupid "Are you a dyke vamp?" questions irk the hell out of me.
"Cory I really hate going to those clubs."
"C'mon Sabine, I go to all those goth clubs with you and don't bitch nearly as much. Just this once, please, pretty please?" she pleaded batting her eyelashes at me.
"Alright, quit your begging, I'll go." I said, caving in. Cory squealed, jumping up and down, hugging me.
"I'll pick you up at eight. okay?"
"Fine. That gives me time to get ready. See you then." I said, rubbing her head, feeling stubble.
"I think you better go to the barber, too. Your hair is growing." I commented. But Cory had this strange look on her face. Her eyes kinda glazed over and she licked her lips slowly. I couldn't place the look at first, but then I realized what it was. She had gotten turned on by me rubbing her head! I wasn't totally sure about that, so I rubbed her head again, slower, more like a caress. Sure enough, it was turning her on. In fact, she moaned softly. As I drew my hand back, she grabbed it, kissing the inside of my wrist. It was like time stood still and that this moment was the only thing that existed. We stood there, staring at each other, dumbfounded, both too afraid to speak. Clearing her throat, Cory spoke first.
Um, eight o'clock, alright. I gotta go." she said abruptly. letting my hand go.
"Yeah, eight o'clock is fine. I-I need to go too." I managed to say, turning around and walking away. I didn't even turn around to see her walk in the opposite direction. The way I sped down the road, I'm surprised I didn't get a ticket or worse, hit someone. All I kept thinking about was Cory's soft lips on my wrist. Not to mention how turned on she got from me rubbing her head. I must admit that I got a little aroused knowing what effect I was having on her. Hell who am I kidding, I slipped my hand underneath my skirt and felt the crotch of my damp panties. Needless to say, I was more than aroused.
I stepped in my studio apartment, stripping my clothes off as I walked to the shower. Turning the water on, I stepped into the lukewarm spray. This time, I leisurely explored myself, which was a fancy way of saying I started masturbating. I tilted my head back, letting the water cascade down my face. Parting my full lips, I flicked my tongue against my fangs, moaning softly, touching my own fangs turned me on as much as having someone touch them, or touching someone elses. Cupping my lush breasts, tweaking my mocha nipples, tugging on the small gold ring in my left nipple. My hand slid down my soft earth coloured skin, finging my hard nub peeking out between my swollen labia. Moaning louder as I fingered my snatch, feeling my pussy clamp down on my fingers. I could sense the orgasm building, so I increased my stroke, driving my fingers deeper inside. I snatched the shower head down, aiming the spray directly on my clit. Just as the orgasm hit, I saw Cory's face before everything went black.
Gathering my wits, I stood in the shower, my heart racing beneath my chest. I didn't understand what had just happened. Why did I see Cory's face when I came? What does all this mean? Am I attracted to Cory?
"Naaaaa...definitly not attracted to her." I said outloud, probaly trying to convince myself. But without realizing it, I put together an outfit that I knew Cory would like. From the soft black velvet thong and matching bra, to the form fitting black kidskin leather Renaissance-style corset, lacing up the back, pressing my full breasts upward. Finishing the outfit off with a pair of shiny black vinyl pants and matching boots. Grabbing my ankle length leather coat, the sides slit up to the thigh, the zipper ending at my waist. It effectively covered my upper torso, but allowed my legs to be seen. I let my hair air dry so it would revert back into its normally curly state, combined with my coal black eyeliner, and dark blood-red lipstick, I looked fantastic.
I had just enough time to spray on some rose scented perfume when Cory rang the buzzer. When I opened the door, I wished that I had a camera. The look on Cory's face was priceless.
"Wow Sabine, you look...wow.." she trailed off. I found myself liking the attention she was paying me. I looked her over from head to toe. She was wearing a pair of dark black jeans and a silver and black Samurai print silk shirt. She didn't go to the barber, I could still see the faint stubble on her scalp. I secretly hoped that she didn't go, because I liked the feel of the stubble. She looked sexy as hell dressed in men's clothing. She even had sprayed on some Cool Water cologne.
"Ready to go?" I asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"Uh, yeah. Who's driving, me or you?"
