The guys clustered round Lucy like bees to a flower. The corners of her eyes crinkled slightly as she laughed and the light bounced off her shiny golden hair. I watched from a distance for a while, oblivious to everything but her, before she noticed me and beckoned me over. As she hugged me hello, the scent from her freshly washed hair drifted over me and I breathed in as much as I could. As we chatted I admired her sparkling eyes, her flawless skin, her tiny nose. Luckily she had no idea what I was thinking or she wouldn’t have been talking to me at all. The topic of discussion was our friend’s birthday party, which was taking place that evening.
“It’s gonna be so fun, I’ve never been to her house before. We haven’t had a girls night in ages!” I laughed at her enthusiasm. I was looking forward to it too, a chance to spend some time relaxing with my friends. Slowly the guys started drifting away, Lucy’s attention having been distracted by me. I couldn’t help noticing how toned her body was in her tight jeans and low top. I felt myself losing concentration and tried to focus on what she was saying. It was always like this when I was with her: difficult yet wonderful at the same time. Then the rest of our friends arrived and my attention turned to eating lunch.
That night we all lay around Anna’s spacious bedroom, eating popcorn and watching chick flicks. After she’d unwrapped her presents she produced a bottle of vodka and some cans of coke. As would be expected our talk centred around guys. As Lucy was far and away the most popular, she dominated the conversation and I had lots of excuses to stare at her. She was wearing baggy tracksuit bottoms and a small vest top that revealed a strip of toned stomach. As the alcohol began to take affect I felt myself becoming increasingly horny. I imagined what it would be like to kiss her soft lips, and run my hand over her rounded bottom.
Eventually, when we were all pretty drunk, the conversation became more risqué. We’d been discussing all the things we would and wouldn’t do with guys. Once we’d gone round the group, Evelyn said,
“What about girls?” Everyone except me admitted to having pulled girls at parties at least once. I had a boyfriend and so tended not to be included in those kinds of situations. Then Lucy laughed and said to me,
“That’s not fair, you’re the odd one out! You have to pull a girl and then we’ll all be even!” I laughed uncomfortably but the others cheered in agreement. I attempted to turn it into a joke.
“Oh sure,” I said, “And who would I pull?”
“Me!” she replied simply. My stomach did a triple flip. She’d be making my fantasies come true but would I be able to hide my lust for her? Especially in this state! If any of my friends found out how I felt, they’d treat me so differently. I hesitated, not reacting, but she moved towards me, leaving me no choice.
“Oh what the hell, I’m drunk enough!” I laughed, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
She leaned into me slowly and closed her eyes as our lips met. Suddenly I couldn’t hear anything except my own heartbeat, racing at a million miles an hour. My stomach was knotted and shivers travelled up and down my spine. Her lips were even silkier that I’d imagined them and I could barely breathe as she slipped her smooth tongue inside my mouth. I had to physically hold back from reaching out and touching her, pulling her to me and holding her close.
After what seemed like an eternity the kiss ended and the whole group burst into laughter. I tried to laugh with them but I don’t think I was very convincing, I could feel my clit throbbing in my pants and I felt like I’d come if I moved an inch. Lucy just sat back and smiled, looking at me tenderly, as if she knew how much of an effect she’d had. I put it down to the alcohol; after all, she couldn’t possibly have known.
The group returned to chatting and the topic shifted to films. However I couldn’t concentrate on anything except the tingle in my lips and the dampness in my pants. A few minutes later I excused myself to go to the toilet. I sat on the side of the bath and tried to pull myself together. I drunk some water and told myself over and over that I didn’t fancy Lucy. But my swollen clit became too much to resist and I couldn’t help slipping my hand down my pants to relieve myself. Just as I could feel my orgasm building, there was a knock on the door.
