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Hey Melanie! … Startled out of my studies, I looked up to see my best friend Heather standing over me excitedly, the tendrils of he long red hair falling around her heart shaped face. Her bright green eyes sparkled with happiness. I’d been in love with Heather since the day we met after our psych lecture, and I found out she was gay over coffee at the corner. But, as far as I knew, she had a girlfriend. It was a miserable, codependent relationship in my opinion, and I thought that she was perfect for me, but she never seemed to be aware of the sexual tension that existed between us; pulsing below the surface.
“Mel? You there?” she said, snapping me out of my reverie.
“Huh? Oh yeah, what was it you wanted to tell me?”
“I’ve done it! I’ve broken up with her!”
“What?”
“Seriously! It’s over! I’m going to club Sabor tonight to celebrate. Wanna come with?”
“Uhh, sure!” I was still trying to absorb the news of her break up. Now was my chance. Tonight, I could make her mine. My pussy moistened at the thought.
The club was completely packed tonight, not really a surprise, considering that Sabor was the only gay club for miles. I stared in the bathroom mirror, pulling myself together. I was wearing a low-cut, tight, sky-blue dress that just barely covered the tops of my nipples, which were already hardened in anticipation of the night to come. I slid a finger inside my pussy and played with my wet lips, easily working around the silver thong I was wearing. I fingered my clit, imagining Heather’s plump lips encircled around it, tasting, licking. I slid three fingers inside of myself, and then stopped. Heather was out there, and I was in here, making no progress at all. I washed my hands and went back on to the dance floor.
I saw Heather standing at the bar, sipping a Cosmo and chatting with a very masculine dyke. Heather was wearing a black dress that was so tight and low-cut, I found myself wondering how it stayed on her body. My juices started to flow at the thought of fondling her barely concealed breasts. I walked up to the bar next to her, and ignored the dyke. Pouting, she went away. Heather looked at me, a sexy smile softly curling her lips slightly. She was sexy. Too damn sexy. Without thinking, I bent down and kissed her lips gently. To my surprise and delight, she deepened the kiss, eagerly thrusting her tongue into my mouth to stroke mine in a wild, spontaneous dance. She broke off the kiss and probed my gaze, seeing the fire in my eyes that I had been concealing for months. There were no words spoken; none needed to be. She smiled, and kissed me again, more aggressively. God, this woman was turning me on. Suddenly, she tore her lips from mine and grabbed my hand, taking me out to her car. Quickly, I got in and we drove back to her condo.
Fumbling with her keys, she threw the door open, waited long enough for me to come in, and slammed it shut. Forcing me up against the wall, she bit down my neck and put her hand between my legs. I moaned in delight as my juices flowed onto her hand. But I wasn’t going to let her have all of the fun. I walked her over to the couch and she lay down as I ran my hands over the body that I had fantasized touching since the day we’d met. Heather turned her dark green eyes, stormy with passion towards mine.
“Mel, do you believe in love at first sight?”
I managed a hoarse, “Yes.”
Heather smiled, reaching up and pulling me down to her lips and kissed me gently, then fiercely. “Touch me,” she moaned, placing my hand on her breast. Eagerly, I pulled off the skimpy fabric, delighted to discover that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples stood erect as I ran my tongue slowly around them while squeezing her firm breasts. She tilted her head back and moaned, grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her juices were flowing, streaming down her thigh. I scooped some up with two fingers and licked it off, enjoying Heather’s expression of agony as she watched me circle my fingers with my tongue with gentle strokes while I tugged at her nipples, keeping them hard.
“Fuck me Mel,” she pleaded, “Please. I’m so horny for you.” She sat up slightly so that her hips were spread over mine. She brought my hand down to her pussy and moaned as I slipped two fingers in her snatch, probing for her g-spot. I pushed her back onto the pillows and began to lick her pussy with long, nimble strokes, teasing her clit, and then pulling away. I shoved two more fingers in her snatch and moved them faster as she bucked her hips to match my rhythm. She grasped the edge of the couch and moaned. I could tell she was close, so I clamped my mouth around her clit. Unable to hold it back and longer, she came in spurts, coating my mouth and chin. I eagerly sucked it off and buried my lips into hers again as she rode the wave to another climax, and then another. Shuddering, she lay back on the pillows and moaned loudly.
Then, she sat up and kissed me deeply, inserting four fingers into my dripping snatch. She pushed up my dress and tore off the thong, admiring my shaved mound. Gently, she circled my clit with her tongue, squeezing my nipples roughly. I tilted back my head in ecstasy, close already. She pumped her fingers faster. I tried to resist the climax, wanting it to last forever. I couldn’t hold it in for long. I came quickly, moaning her name as she sucked my juices off of my thighs and buried her tongue into my clit again. The pleasure was too much. I screamed, grasping her hair and pressing her face to my pussy as I came again, sobbing her name.
She pulled me into her arms and kissed me softly on the forehead. “I’ve wanted to do that to you since I met you,” she said, “but I thought that you only cared for me as a friend.”
“Never,” I murmured, reaching up to pull her down to me, gently kissing her lips, which were swollen with our fierce lovemaking. I snuggled back into her arms and we fell asleep together.
I had known, right from the beginning, that there was something more.
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