Carmen Rivera checked her watch as she let her car door close on its own power, only taking a moment more to click on the remote to lock it. It had been a long week of projects, exams, and presentations that had pushed her tolerance to the very limit, making the party she was heading to an absolute necessity! She looked down and smiled at her perfectly painted toenails and cute shoes, as well as the tight jeans that accentuated her natural Latina curves. As Carmen passed the last car, parked on the curb just outside the house, she caught a glimpse of the silky brown top that hugged her body and displayed her best assets perfectly. Sadly, she knew it would draw a fair share of drunken college boys fawning over her breasts, but they had absolutely no chance with her. She was gay and exclusively into women. 'Some poor girl won't know what hit her," she mused with a smile., headed to the huge oak door just up the steps.
Keri, one of Carmen's classmates, had arrived about an hour earlier, having caught a ride with a friend and was already on her second drink. She typically never dressed for attention, but with most of her clothes in the laundry, she had chosen a short, ribbed white tank top that revealed her perfect abs for all to see. Several guys had already flirted with her, two that Keri found utterly repulsive, one that was reasonably good-looking, and Chris Anderton, a gorgeous fair-haired boy she had been crushing on all year.
Carmen worked through the crowd as she made her way to the bar, swaying her hips and flirting incessantly, as well as saying hello and hugging friends. Probably because of her vivacious personality, she always ended up the natural center of attention wherever she went. Pouring herself a strong rum and coke, she caught sight of Keri alone, leaning up against the wall, looking around as if trying to avoid contact with anyone.
She suppressed a shiver, because the blonde girl matched "her type" in nearly every way, from her emerald green eyes, wavy light hair, fair skin, and perfect body. Her slightly shy demeanor just made her seem all that much cuter, but Carmen was aware that Keri was as straight as an arrow, as far as she knew. Her flirting and innuendo had been met with friendly declines and reminders of how straight she was. She was by no means a predator, but that had not stopped her from slipping into fantasies of gently bending her preferences until she was between her legs making her cum endlessly. 'Yeah, that'll never happen, but that's life," she told herself, surveying the room.
"Hey, beautiful..." one tall, brown-haired guy started to say.
Carmen rolled her eyes. One seemingly undeniable fact was that she would inevitably endure a fair amount of men hitting on her who had no clue that she was gay. Sometimes a polite decline was in order, but something about his tone pissed her off. She raised her right hand and extended her middle finger upwards without even bothering to turn around.
"Bitch." he muttered, causing her to turn, but once he saw her steely glare, it led the way to a hasty retreat. She took no prisoners when someone tried to treat her that way, particularly guys. Not that she was a man-hater, he adored her, and two older brothers could do no wrong. Besides, the point of a party was to have fun, not fight off unwanted advances.
Keri watched Carmen work her way through the crowd like a superpowered social butterfly, in awe of how easily she did it. She had met a lot of outgoing people during her experience at college, but not one of them had the incredible finesse that the Latina did. When they hung out in social settings, it felt like Carmen spread her wings and made her feel much more comfortable, even with strangers. They both had been in numerous classes together, ran in some of the same circles, and bumped into each other in social gatherings.
Keri knew full well that her friend was madly in love with girls, and while she had no problem with it, she had no intention of ever going down that road herself. A couple of times, she had intentionally gotten an eyeful of Carmen passionately kissing another girl. On one occasion, she had been nursing a healthy buzz, making her inhibitions far lower than usual. At that moment, her friend and a slim redhead girl were passionately making out in a semi-dark corner of a bar that the college had rented out for an end-of-year celebration. For a split-second, Keri had found her eyes riveted to the scene, eyes following their kisses and tasteful caresses, but then she shook it off after. Carmen had playfully offered to guide her through an experience, but when they both burst into laughter it all seemed to be in fun.
With a fresh drink in her hand, Carmen inched slowly toward the dance floor, having to slide in between several guys who left her no room to maneuver. Her subtle nudge made them move apart without even catching their attention, and she caught sight of another Latina dancing alone. 'I don't recognize her, she must be new or someone brought her along. She's cute, maybe she is into girls," she said to herself.
With a flexibility that her curvy figure seemed to make impossible, Carmen began swaying her hips and moving her body to the music, slowly moving closer to the unsuspecting brunette a few feet away. 'Best not to startle the poor thing,' she whispered, so quietly that no one else could hear her. Acting as if purely by accident, her left hip bumped against the other girl, whose head turned immediately to look at her.
"Oops, sorry about that," Carmen said, flashing a toothy smile.
The other Latina let out an adorable giggle in response. "No problem, it's gonna happen often on a dance floor this tiny."
Not sensing any objection, Carmen moved over in front of the other girl and began dancing with her. "Hey, you're pretty good. By the way, I'm Carmen," she said, taking a generous sip of her drink.
"I'm Callista. Before you say anything, my mom has probably forgotten every bit of our Spanish heritage. I swear she got my name out of Cosmo or something," she replied, eyeing the drink.
Carmen often gravitated toward fair-skinned white girls, but Callista's slim build made her equally attractive, with modest breasts and a slightly lighter skin tone. "Hey, I like it. Mind me asking if you are a full Latina or a mix?" she asked, almost regretting it the second she asked.
"My mom is half Guatemalan and half Scottish, so yeah, it dilutes the genes a bit. Been told it gives me some kind of exotic look, whatever the fuck that means." Callista said, still dancing.
Seeing her eyes flash to the drink again, Carmen held it out to her. "Here, go ahead and take mine. I usually have to tell guys my eyes are up
here
, but yours have been leering at my drink," she said, laughing. As Callista accepted the drink from her new acquaintance, her eyes obeyed the subtle suggestion and rested on the generous amount of cleavage in her friend's silky brown blouse.
Callista blushed when she realized she had been staring and even worse, had been caught doing it. "Fuck! Sorry!" she said, almost in a whine.
Carmen smiled, gratified with the attention, hoping it might hint at some sapphic interest on her part. "Oh don't sweat it, you weren't giving me the sleazy look that I get from guys, but I appreciate the...admiration," she said with a playful wink, fighting the urge to lick her lips.
Callista snickered and swallowed the rest of the drink at once. "Well they are lovely, no doubt about that, and while I may certainly envy you, I am purely into guys," she responded, fearing she might offend her.
The curvy Latina leaned forward, deepening the already full view of her breasts in the blouse, making them sway without much effort. "Oh, you say that now..." she said, giggling.
As the song ended, Callista's face went even redder than before, knowing that the other girl was teasing, but still felt emotionally off balance. "Wow, you have flirting down to an art, Carmen," she said, smiling and turning to leave the dance floor.
Carmen reached out and touched her arm rather than grabbing it, wanting to make it clear that she had not been flat-out hitting on her. Grabbing her arm would have come across as aggressive, but that gesture was fairly benign. "Hey, flirting is all in fun, no harm, I respect your orientation," she said. The other girl smiled and nodded and vanished into the throng of people nearby. She wasn't worried, as the night was still young. Anything could happen.
Keri practically felt anchored to her spot against the wall, not feeling adventurous enough to dance by herself or engage strangers in conversation. Chris had come by and said hello, and even lightly flirted after bringing her a drink, but that is about all that happened. She sipped the last of the liquid from the glass in her hand and reluctantly started to make her way to the bar.
Walking off the dance floor, Carmen saw movement from the place where she last saw her friend, wondering if she had moved from there at all.
'Poor thing, I bet she is lonely over there just watching everything like a detached spectator. I should at least help her break the ice or something
,' she thought. Within a few seconds, she reached the spot, making Keri pause in her steps.
"Hey, girl, how have you been?" she asked, not wanting to draw attention to the other girl's self-enforced solitude. Carmen was struck again at just how sexy her friend was, from her blonde hair down to her feet, and all points in between. It wasn't even lust, it was just an honest appraisal of her beauty, which made her smile.
Keri was caught a little off guard by her seemingly sudden appearance but knew her well enough to know it was just friendly. Truthfully, it felt reassuring, knowing that someone already in her circle of friends seemed happy to act as a buffer with others in the room. "Oh, Hi Carmen. Wow, that top looks amazing on you!" she responded, genuinely complimenting her friend, trying not to eye the breasts she envied a bit.
Carmen smiled inwardly at the reluctant attention, not presuming it to be sexual, but attention all the same. There was something oddly gratifying about a straight girl noticing her body even if it was platonic and innocent. "Let's get you a fresh glass, what are you drinking?" she asked, starting to slowly move in the direction of the open bar.
