It was one of those nights when the world seemed to slow down as if the very fabric of time itself had been stretched taut like a trampoline, waiting for something, anything, to release it back into its natural rhythm. The sky was a deep, inky black, speckled with stars. A cool breeze rustled through the trees, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to be caught in its icy grasp. But for Katie and Laura, it was just another night out together, another chance to escape the mundanity of their everyday lives and lose themselves in the crowd's anonymity.
They found themselves at a small, intimate bar, the place where the bartender knew your name and your order before you even uttered a word. The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, the low hum of conversation a constant background noise that seemed to wash over them like a soothing balm.
They sat at the bar, their long legs splayed out before them, their laughter echoing through the room, being lost in the many other conversations and sounds within the bar. And all overshadowed by the loud beat and hum of the music that sent vibrations channelling along the floor and felt underfoot, the kind which instinctively makes your foot tap and your body react and move to it.
Katie, with her hourglass figure, was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places. With them a red vest top that revealed just enough of her voluptuous bosom to make heads turn and eyes bulge. Her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders, framing her delicate features like a work of art. She was every man's fantasy, flirty and vivacious.
Laura was petite, yet curvy. her shapely body had a silent lure that seemed to make men swoon over her without her realising. With her small pert breasts, she didn't need to wear a bra, she wore clothes that seemed to draw your eyes to them. Perhaps it was the firm peaks poking the fabric, as her nipples were always like bullets cheekily tempting. She was alluring in a quiet, sensual way.
Tonight she wore a short black gypsy-style skirt. This was teasingly short. Resting amid her thighs, seductively lifting to show her smooth skin. From behind it exposed the crease of her buttocks where her legs met, leading to her sexily long and smooth legs, finished with an elegant heel, hanging loosely as her leg lifted to rest on the other. With a pretty white blouse, the front had a floral pattern swirling all over, with four buttons. Each one was spaced an inch apart, leaving a gap in the fabric where a sneaky eye could see the flesh of her chest.
Laura was married to Tom. He is a sweet guy and a loyal and loving husband. Their sex is love-filled and routine. Despite loving him dearly, she no longer had the stomach-churning lust for him, sadly it had fizzled out somewhere during the seven years of their marriage. Inside her, she felt something stirring. It was a hunger for more.
A hunger for something she had felt before, but quickly dismissed. Thinking it was just an alcohol-fuelled thought, not meaning anything. Yet somehow when drunk the truth was always there, released in a web of confused emotions and words, which at the time seemed random or mistaken for gibberish. This hidden desire surfaced whenever she was with Katie, a naughty feeling that teased when given the opportunity.
Katie was in a steady relationship with Lee. He was a rough type, strong and covered in tattoos. Despite his rough and strong unapproachable exterior, he was a loving and gentle man. He worshipped Katie; he was very much in love. Now Katie was a wild cannon and loved, no thrived off attention. Knowing men found her attractive, she enjoyed the tease she could be. Knowing they would never get to touch unless she allowed it. She loved Lee and their sex was rough, ravenous and they enjoyed being spontaneous with where they unleashed their passion.
She had always been a fiery, wild woman. Her unpredictability, coupled with Laura's shy, alluring calm, made them very interesting friends. A mixture of dynamite and flowers, contrasts but is fascinating to those who know them.
They were so close to each other, after so many years of friendship, they had a way of communicating without words. Using a look or a flick of their hair, a raised eyebrow. However, they both felt this closeness was hiding something deeper, both unsure and not wanting to spoil their friendship. This left them with many awkward moments of emotions being suppressed, drowned with alcohol to disguise any fact that slipped through their unspoken emotional blockade. A kiss while dancing, stroking the bulging flesh of a breast or pulling in close to grind into while dancing to the music, all hidden with the blame of alcohol instead of the truth.
Whether Katie was testing her, or it was the alcohol, Laura didn't know. But Katie was looking at her, the look of a dirty secret. With a bite of her lip, her hand moves over Laura's knee, sliding up her skin, the warmth of her hand making her body ignite and tingle. Lifting her unsure gaze to meet Katie's, her mouth agape as her breathing laboured. The pounding of her heart made her breasts lift, pushing her alert nipples further forward. A cheeky nub exposed through the gap of her blouse. Katie's hand moved to touch it, stroking the tip as the pink swell immediately made her purr. The low hum as she moved closer, squeezing her fingers around it, pulling it slightly as the urge to suck it flashed into her mind.
Embarrassed, Laura pushes her hand away, laughing to disguise the throbbing inside her knickers. She finished her drink. Trying her best to dismiss her urges to rip open her blouse and let Katie bury her face in her bosom, letting her touch her breasts fully.
As the night wore on, the alcohol took its toll. Inhibitions lowered, tongues loosened, and hands wandered.
Not sure what was different about tonight, or how they knew it was the right time. Perhaps it was just Katie's spontaneous personality that helped them take the risk. All night she had been touching Laura, though this was also not unusual. But tonight she was being different, her touch coupled with a menacing look of pure desire, a lust as though she were peeling off Laura's clothes to lick her bare skin beneath.
Lost slightly from the muzzy sway of her as the alcohol was taking hold, she joined in, pulling at Katie's top, her hands exploring her curves through her clothes, squeezing and getting braver. Whatever happened under the dim light of the bar, changed the dynamic of their relationship. They were sitting there close together, at the bar with the music and atmosphere so electric and warm.
Katie and Laura found themselves locked in a heated embrace, their lips fused as if they were two halves of the same whole. The surrounding air crackled with electricity that would spark if it was visible. Their desire for one another grows with every passing moment. It was a moment of clarity amidst the haze of alcohol-fuelled bliss, and for a fleeting instant, they both knew that this was it.
This was the night they would finally give in to their desires, the night they would cross that forbidden line. Lost in each other's hunger for more, they let go.
Tasting each other's saliva as their tongues ventured deeper. Swirling inside, dancing as their kiss grew in intensity, their bodies drawing closer than their heat increased. The bartender, oblivious to the passionate exchange unfolding before him, set down a fresh round of drinks. Katie and Laura barely registered the interruption as they continued to explore each other's bodies, their hands roaming over soft skin and hard muscles. Everything around them had disappeared. It was just them in this frozen moment, in their fear of crossing that line, now forgotten.
Katie gently pushed Laura back against the bar, her lips trailing down her neck, her teeth nipping at her flesh. Laura moaned softly in pleasure as Katie's tongue danced across her collarbone. With a swift movement, Katie unbuttoned Laura's blouse revealing her naked breasts. She cupped them in her hands, kneading them gently before taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking it hard. Finally able to enjoy the naked mounds as they had been teasing her all night, their shape and lure calling to her. Laura cried out even further as pleasure coursed through her body.
The feeling of Katie's hands and lips on her chest made her body jerk, little pulses as her body became so charged, it felt so sensitive when touched. Like little shocks of electricity surging through her, taking her breath and making her gasp for another. She reached down and unzipped Katie's jeans, pulling them down over her hips to reveal her smooth, shaven pussy.
