It was my first night out in a long time. My friends aren't big on clubs, they like movies and Mexican food, so it was a rare treat when Lily had text me that afternoon (always last minute with Lily!) to ask if I wanted to head out on the town for drinks. Of course, I wasn't surprised to learn that her boyfriend had left her and I imagined my night would be 5 hours or more of peeling her off random men.
That being said, I was still excited. I had a shower, light dinner and got ready. She wanted to meet me at 9, so I had plenty of time. I curled my long dark hair into large barrelled ringlets and scoured my wardrobe. I found a black halterneck dress that clung tightly to my body and flowed out from my hips to mid-thigh and decided I would wear that and accessorize in colour -- hot pink stiletto heels, pink bangles and a hot pink clutch purse.
As I had the time, I experimented with my make-up and decided I liked the look of soft pink eyeshadow with black eyeliner and deep red lipstick. The eyeliner made my doe-like eyes look all the more defined, while the subtle colour didn't detract from the bright colour of my lips. I've always loved my lips -- they have that whole cupid's bow thing going on, and they're full, but not so full that I look like I've got a fat lip or I'm pouting.
The taxi arrived at 8:30 with Lily in the back. Evidently, she had already been drinking. Being blonde, she'd decided on a striking bright red dress and bright red lipstick. She wore false eyelashes with dark smokey eyes and a lot of bronze and glitter across her chest, blush defining her cleavage. Lily always tried to push her breasts up on the rare occasions we went out, though I never saw the point. She was barely into a B cup on a good day, and next to my DDs they pales into insignificance.
However, Lily had a fantastic pair of legs, and a very tight little butt and when I climbed into the taxi I noticed that those too were on show. She was a little thing with a 22" waist, with subtle curves. Gorgeous, by all accounts and very, very drunk.
"Nina-Nina-Nina-Nina-Nina!!" she slurred, and giggled to herself, wrapping her arms around me in the taxi. "I brought a flask, shhh, shhh."
I laughed and shook my head, "Okay honey, you leave that alone for a little while or the night'll be over before we start."
She managed not to touch it for the duration of the taxi ride, as she was too busy whining to me about her now ex. This relationship had lasted a whole 6 months, and that was a record. Though to be fair to Lily, mine was still going and yet Micah was not the only man I was sleeping with. Say what you like about Lily, but she was loyal.
We pulled up in the city centre and I helped Lily out of the car to a few wolf whistles, "Oi oi darlin'! Fucking hell!" some guy all of about 18 years old shouted, elbowing his friends and pointing us out.
I rolled my eyes and we made our way into the first bar. Normally I'd started slowly, but I figured Lily was so far gone I'd better catch up. "Double Jack Daniels and coke please, and..."
"I'll have a blow job! Haha!" Lily leant up on the bar, her arse poking out from the bottom of her dress. She promptly received her first spank of the night from a tall guy in his late 30s, maybe even early 40s and drunk as she was decided he was worth chatting to. I shook my head.
"Can you make that a straight up Jack Daniels with ice? Thanks." Fuck the coke.
It didn't take long before I was drunk enough that I was on a bit of a fuzzy cloud, where everything was funny and every song was my absolute favourite. It was after my 5th Jack Daniels that some Rihanna song came on and I decided I had to dance. I stumbled to the dance floor and began to bump my hips along with the music.
I got groped a few times but was too busy dancing to notice anything more. When the song finished I pushed off the dance floor and headed back to the bar, where Lily was nowhere to be seen. The pit fell out of my stomach -- where the fuck had she gone? I looked everywhere I could think to; the dance floor, the booths, the bar, the toilets. She was nowhere.
I headed outside and asked a bouncer if he'd seen her. "Yeah, not gonna forget that dress any time soon. She just left with someone about 5 minutes ago."
I shook my head and pouted at him, "Fuck." Was all I could think to say.
"Nina?" I turned sluggishly to face the woman who had tapped me on the shoulder.
I didn't recognise her, and I'm sure as drunk as I was that the confusion was plain on my face. "Do I know you?" I asked, looking her up and down.
he was fake tanned, with false nails and a pink dress that was similar to Lily's in length, but held up with spaghetti straps. She broke it up with a black waspie cinching in her waist and holding up her full breasts. She had dark, straight hair falling down past her shoulders and was about an inch shorter than me in her heels. I would have guessed her age at about 27, only a few years older than me.
She laughed. "No, I'm Emma. Your friend Lily told me to ask you to wait here for her. She said she'd be back in about a half hour."
I sighed and threw my hands up in the air. "Great! Thanks... for telling me." I turned to go back inside and she caught my arm. I frowned back at her, "What?"
She laughed again, a cute little laugh, and let go of me. "We can hang out if you like, till your friend gets back. I'm still waiting for my boyfriend to meet me when he finished his shift."
I looked at her and in my drunken state decided that I wanted to hug her, so I did. I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her to me, and she placed her delicate hands on my waist. "I take that as a yes then! Come get a drink with me!"
We headed back in to the bar and bought a couple of cocktails. "You just have to try a screaming orgasm!" she'd shouted to me over the music. And so I had. I liked it -- it was something with Baileys and a LOT of cream. And it made me very, very dizzy. I was swaying back and forth, I was sure. I'd reached that pleasant level of drunk where one more would make me very sick and it was as though Emma knew. She slipped an arm around me and pulled me towards the dance floor. "Come on!" she yelled.
I followed and she spun me round so that she stood behind me, her hands rested on my hips as she swayed against me and I mimicked what I could feel of her movements. The song was something random, Cooler Than Me, I think. She leaned in close to my shoulder and giggled against my ear. It was then that I realised the feel of her pressed against my back was making me a little horny.
I could feel her breasts, large but pert against my back, and her hands were gently caressing my hips. Her breath against my neck sent shivers through me and I frowned to myself. I could always appreciate an attractive woman, but I never really got turned on by them. At least, not like this.