Amber’s feeling a little nervous.
She and her roommate Julia have spent plenty of nights side by side on the sofa, watching movies and eating popcorn, gossiping and giggling.
But this is their first night in since that kiss… that tipsy, spontaneous kiss that made her heart race, that kiss she’s been thinking about since Saturday night. It had been Julia who’d leaned in close and kissed her on the lips as they danced together, Julia who’d pulled back to look in her eyes, then kissed her again, hungrily, a promise of passion to come. But Julia stayed at her boyfriend’s place that night, and the night after, and with their busy schedules and social lives, this is the first evening they’ve spent home together all week.
No wonder Amber is quivering with nervous anticipation, although she does her best to hide it.
As usual they are stripped down to their underwear, though she’s wearing something a little fancier than her everyday undies. She wonders if Julia will notice. Did the kiss mean something to her, too?
The movie credits roll, but she can’t concentrate. She’s practically vibrating with excitement. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world – as if it were something they did on every girls’ night in – Julia sweeps her hair out of her face and kisses her gently, a delicate brush of her soft lips.
Amber doesn’t move for a moment, paralysed by a wave of happy horniness. Then she takes a deep breath, feeling her face light up with a goofy smile as she slides her hand up Julia’s silky thigh. They kiss again and the uncertainly melts away as they take time to explore each other’s lips thoroughly.
She sinks back on the couch, boneless with pleasure as Julia nuzzles her neck and pushes her lace wrap aside to lavish attention on her nipples. They’re so stiff, throbbing hotly as her roomie tweaks and strokes and sucks them, making her arch her back and moan out her excitement. Again, she holds her breath, overwhelmed with lust as Julia peppers teasing kisses over her panties, moving lower, tugging the wet fabric aside to taste her.
She feels her pussy blossoming open like a flower, ready to gift its nectar to the busy tongue that’s pushing deeper… She wants it all, fingers and tongues and lips and hands, skin on skin and gasps and moans and screams of ecstasy.
As bliss floods her body, she knows she’ll never be able to say girls’ night in again without blushing.
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