Dear Readers: It seems like I'm always apologizing for putting up a new chapter months after the next, but all I can say is: I'm not a professional! Maybe that can be one of my New Year's resolution. Thanks for the patience and even the impatience. Hope you enjoy the next chapter, and as always, comments/feedback/constructive criticism are always much appreciated. Enjoy!
P.S. Many thanks to Azure_skies for the help in editing.
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From Bee's Eyes:
I shushed Irri as we stumbled into her bedroom. Our friends had passed out one by one, in varying positions including snores and gaping mouths. Gotta love 'em.
Every moment between Irri's lap dance to waiting for our friends to fall asleep had been some of the longest ones in my life. Irri and I had been exchanging searing glances that were too much to hold for more than a few heartbeats. I was almost afraid that looking at each other for so long would make both of us burst into flames. It was a look where you can barely contain yourself. You feel it deep in your bones, butterflies in your stomach, and a tingling a bit lower down than that. Waiting for our friends to drop off to sleep was a kind of torture I had never experienced before. Talk about redefining foreplay! But, finally they were out like lights. Thank you very fucking much.
The funny thing is, it was almost tentative at first. Like puppies taking their first clumsy steps together. Alright, maybe a more accurate description would be drunken puppies. I had grabbed Irri's hand as a way to steady myself from the anticipation and for validation that we were on the same page. Her squeeze of my own hand was an affirmation of that. It said, "I want it." To be honest, I felt slightly in over my head.
This was my best friend, and this was happening because I pushed for it... was this really the right decision? What if this liking women thing was a passing phase for her? What if... What if...
STOP Bee!!
We both had spent enough time fighting this, and it hadn't done any good.
I had to rein in my thoughts. Alright, step one for fighting nerves is laughter.
Like the smooth motherfucker I am, I made a joke to cause myself and Irri to laugh at the expense of Lee's loud-ass snoring. Irri burst out with a giggle and a snort that calmed my nerves and warmed me up. That's my girl.
With my smooth social skills, Irri and I had transformed into the kids in the back of the classroom who get in trouble for laughing too much. It made my cheeks ache from grinning.
Except... we weren't those kids in the back of the classroom.
We were two anxious and wanting women standing in the doorway of her bedroom. I was hyper aware of it all: our proximity, the darkness of her room, and the quietness of it. It's funny how the same place that I've slept in so many times can feel completely different.
I glanced over at Irri and there she was, literally giggling at herself for snorting. This girl: she's either grumpy as fuck or silly as fuck. It's too damn endearing. Without a conscious thought my finger raised to Irri's lip, shushing her playfully because I didn't want her to wake the others up... At least that was the intent.
After my finger had been on her lips for enough seconds for both of us to register that I was touching her... I felt the whole atmosphere of the room change. Everything that had been quiet rushed through my ears, along with the blood in my head and the increase of my pulse. Call it tunnel vision... though it was more like tunnel senses because all of my senses were concentrated on Irri.
Irri had stopped laughing. Her lips parted slightly and I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my finger. Her tongue deliberately flicked out against the pad of my finger with a touch so light that I got the goose-bumps. Slowly, my eyes lowered to meet those deep and warm hickory eyes. They locked me in place.
The silliness we had felt a moment ago had dissipated in the darkness of the room.
I couldn't move an inch.
But she could.
Slowly, deliberately, Irri molded her body to mine, pushing her body to mine by going up on her tip toes.
Irri's hand then grabbed my wrist, tugging my hand down from her mouth and with it, my body to press into hers.
And that's how Irri kissed me.
Her hand was tight around my wrist; I could feel the pressure of her want with the way she was holding me. The rest was a blur. All I could think about were her soft pliant lips. They made me want to fall to my knees as her other hand reached around me, rubbing down the whole length of my body.
If you imagine someone pushing up against you and rubbing their body against yours, and on top of that someone that you've been aching for, it's enough to make your mind and body to become a puddle (literally a puddle, because you're so fucking wet for that person.)
Instantly I leaned down, my fingers dancing and moving around the nape of her neck with a need that I couldn't express strongly enough. I buried my fingers under her thick beautiful hair and held her head while we kissed the hell out of each other. Irri let out a mewl and bit my lip in a way that shot a bolt of lightning straight to my clit. The kiss was getting more forceful and hungrier instead of becoming content.
There was no uncertainty with this kiss, no fear of pushing past limits. Before, everything felt like testing boundaries without the intention of pushing past them. This was a kiss to fucking shatter the boundaries.
Irri wasn't the same best friend as always, she was also a woman that I craved. I had only glanced at this raw sensual side of her when she danced, and now I was getting to experience it up close and personal.
I was almost nervous of what was in store, if I wasn't so damn turned on.
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From Irri's Eyes:
I don't know what came over me.
One moment I had been snorting in laughter, but as soon as Bee's fingers touched my lips, it was like a light switch...
I wanted her so fucking much that it was painful to NOT do anything. Ever since that moment in the club where she had backed me up against the wall.
And now I was the one who was kissing the fuck out of her, the one who had backed her up until the back of her knees hit the edge of my bed. I was so damn hungry for this tall woman: her hair falling across her face, her skin hot and so damn soft against mine, the way her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling it as she gave me everything back into the kiss that I was giving her.
Was this really my best friend and I?
All of the frustration, grumpiness, and anger from before had fueled the kiss.
Look at me, I finally found a constructive way to vent my inner grumpy woman!
Butterflies still flew around the pit of my stomach when Bee and I broke the kiss to breathe out raggedly, catching our breath.
As Bee's legs were touching against my bed, she suddenly fell back.
She found herself in a sitting position with her hands catching the fall: letting out a loud squeak of surprise.
I couldn't help it; this usually graceful woman just fell onto my bed after kissing me. I burst out laughing at her.
Bee looked up at me, while trying not to smile (but failing miserably), "This is totally and completely your fault lady!"
