11 comments/ 28401 views/ 31 favorites Make It Up To Me By: BelleLindsey She's incorrigible. She's a smart ass. And she is so fucking nerve wracking. She knows exactly how to push my buttons and I mean Every. Single. One. But the thing is, she's sexy. Drop dead, drive you crazy, have your panties dripping type sexy. There was a point in time when I had feelings for this girl. I'm telling you I had it bad. And I mean bad. I was constantly thinking about her, my palms were sweaty when I was around her, and I would catch myself just looking at her with a look of longing. I gave myself the confidence to tell her...that didn't go over so well. She told me she liked girls, but not enough to date them I never really understood what she meant until now. She liked to just simply fuck them. I'm Ashley. I'm tiny but my attitude didn't get the memo to be as small as the rest of me. I'm a petite little thing, 4"11', with a slightly curvy frame. Short brown hair. Most of us are bubbly and nice. Me on the other hand, I have resting bitch face. When you're directly talking to me I flash a smile that'll light up a whole room. Other than that, I don't. Like I said Kiera was sexy. More than sexy. Is that even possible? She has this spitfire attitude, a look that'll kill and the tightest little body I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The girl had it all. Her curly, light brown hair pulled up into a bun almost daily. Her 5 foot 2 athletic curvy frame. Large beautiful breasts. Tight, sexy ass. Big, brown eyes that simply captivated you and make you melt. A consistent smirk and confident attitude made her extremely irresistible. She's a complete smartass and I assume that's what makes her so sexy. "Make it up to me?" Kiera said after her ridiculous antics she put me through for the past 2 hours. The words left her lips and I felt a twinge between my legs. Her words made me nervous. "And how do I do that?" I said with a smirk. "Figure it out and just make it up to me." I felt an even stronger twinge and an even bigger wave of nervousness flushed over me. I knew exactly how to make it up to her and what she wanted. What I wanted. What she came here for. We had been talking for weeks about this specific thing. I hadn't had sex in months and I didn't just want it I needed it. To forget about all the stress of my daily life if only for a few hours. The yearning, the need it was becoming unbearable. So I propositioned the idea to Kiera. We talk on FaceTime everyday almost and today was no different. She simply said, "Well I'll be coming to San Antonio in a couple of weeks before I go to Padre." I thought about it...a lot. I weighed my options. I used to really like this girl. Like my feelings for her were so strong. I would see her and my whole body would melt. She would talk so erratically sometimes and she would accidentally put her hand on my thigh. Every time she did this I felt something inside me just gush. Was it really a good idea? I mean, granted, that had been over two years ago. So any leftover feelings would be gone I'm sure. "Hmm. So we are really going to do this?" I questioned nervously. "You want it, don't you?" She was looking straight at me. "Of course." Even those five little words made me excited. I wanted it. It had definitely been too long. Three months isn't that long, but when you were getting it on a daily basis or whenever you wanted...three months is hell. Then the day finally came and I froze. "Make it up to me." She said it again. She was laying on my bed looking right at me. And even though it was dark I could see her eyes piercing into my own. Her asking the question again made it worse, because her voice is so sexy. It was like I was stuck in time and I couldn't move. I was thinking about it too much. I had only had sex with my ex. I never imagined that that relationship would end. As toxic as it was I'm glad it did. But in this very moment I questioned my ability to do this. I didn't say anything. The only words that were said came from her after an hour. "Well I guess I'll go since you're playing." I wasn't playing I was just afraid what if it's not good. What if I do something she doesn't like. What if I don't make her cum. She got up, put on her shoes, grabbed her keys, and made her way to my door. I just looked at her. Her hand reached for the handle. "Kiera, wait." I said very softly. I went on, "I'm sorry I'm just nervous and I'm sure that's obvious. Keep in mind I haven't had sex with anyone other than her and I just I don't know. I guess I wasn't as ready as I thought I was." "I don't understand." She said. Of course she didn't understand. I had flirted with this girl for months. We talk on FaceTime every day. We are really good friends. We give each other advice. We help each other out. That's what this was. "I know. I don't either I guess I just never had to make the first move and I don't know I guess it was just awkward." She walks back over to my bed and I stop my senseless rambling. Me saying all of that out loud sounds so dumb. I want her. I'm wet. I've been wet. And now I have the opportunity to get that taken care of and I can't even build up the courage to do it. "Ashley, stand up." I slowly stand. She continues, "Walk over here." I step a little bit closer to her. "Closer." I move in some more. "Now what?" I ask. "Now you kiss me." I look at her. Fiddle with my thumbs a bit. I look back up at her and say, "Fuck it." I grab her face, push her hair out of the way and I kiss her. Her lips are so soft, so full. She pulls away for a moment. "Now was that so hard. I'll take it from here." We start kissing again and I feel her hands all over me. Grabbing my ass, caressing my thighs, scratching my back. Somehow she got up and I was suddenly the one leaning against the bed. She lays me down on the bed and looks at me. I feel like her eyes are piercing through my skin. Full of lust. It was sexy. She was sexy. Her lips touch mine again. Our tongues wrestling each other. I hadn't felt this close or even been this close with anyone in months and it felt so good. To be kissed. To be desired. Her full, soft lips reach my neck. Right before she plants a kiss there she pauses. "Is this too much for you or is it okay if I kiss your neck?" She said. She was definitely trying to make fun of the situation. "No Kiera it's not too much for me." "Good." Her lips continue to graze my neck and her tongue slides across it. "Is it too awkward for you to take your shirt off?" She asks me. I just look up at her. I want her, I want this. I answer with a raspy voice, "No." "You sure?" She asked teasingly. "Shut up." I roll my eyes in her direction and pull my shirt over my head. She goes back to kissing my lips. It feels so good to kiss someone. This time the kiss is shorter, not as frantic. Her soft lips move from my own and down to my neck. She licks and sucks at this particular spot. I moan slightly. Her lips continue their assault. She plants tiny kisses from my neck to my breast. She moves her hands behind me to fumble with my bra clasps. After about a whole minute, I get impatient. I ask just to be funny, "Need some help babe?" I laugh. She simply responds with, "Fuck you now take this shit off." I'm a little thrown off by the abruptness of it, but secretly I love having her tell me what to do. Her bossy nature just gets me hot. She starts with light kissing from my neck to the tops of my breast. When she reaches her destination, it is heavenly. Her wet tongue swirls around my already hard nipple. A moan escapes from my lips. I could feel myself lose control little by little. I never let myself give someone else full control, but I could tell this time would be different. I feel her teeth starting to pull on my nipple. It feels so good I could cum right there. Her tongue swirls around my stomach, right above the line of my shorts. I'm loosing it. My heart beat is so erratic. I'm sweating, panting. My body is begging her even if my mouth doesn't give it away. Her voice broke through my thoughts. Her fingers looped through the waistband of my shorts. "Would it be too awkward if I took these off too?" All I could do was shake my head no. She left on my black lacy thong. And I thought good she won't see how wet I am just from all her other antics. Not yet anyways. Next thing I know my legs are up in the air. I find myself taking in a sharp breath of air. Her tongue circles the insides of my barely shaking thighs. It then licks close to the lips of my pussy but not quite there. She's teasing me. She knows I want it why is she playing with me. I'm already dripping wet she has to know this. She pulls my panties to the side, just to see the state I'm in. She kisses right on my pussy. Resulting in a few moans and more heavy breathing. I want her to rip my panties off and just have her way with me. She finally pulls off my panties. I'm about to lose it from the anticipation alone. After they're off she spreads my legs and hooks her arms underneath them. I feel a breeze in the room and then and only then I could tell how wet I really was. How bad I wanted this. How bad I wanted her. She starts the torturing all over again. Kissing and licking on the inside of my thighs. Moving closer and closer with every lick. "Please." I beg her to do what she knows I want. "Please what?" "Kiera, please stop playing." I'm practically whining. Without saying a word her tongue licked up and down my slit, slowly. "Ahh fuck," I managed to get out as her tongue swirled around my clit. She sped up her antics. Sucking my clit in and out of her mouth. I slightly try to pull away just to give myself a break. No one had ever ate me out for this long. The first orgasm was incredible. It washed over me so fast I didn't know what hit me. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. My moans turned into screams. And she didn't stop, she didn't even ease off a little. She only grasped my legs harder and sucked my clit into her mouth faster. I had never been able to cum from just head. I was screaming. My legs shaking. Practically hanging off of my bed. My head spinning. And I stayed like this, in this state of nirvana until my phone rang. It was my mom. I had my phone on "Do Not Disturb" so I know she had to have called more than once. I didn't answer right away. I called her back. Kiera saw this as a game. I grab my phone to call her back. Thinking Kiera was going to stop. I was wrong. "Hey mom." "Hey you didn't answer are you okay?" "No I'm fine just packing." I mute the phone for a moment so I can relish in the feeling of her tongue on the most sensitive part of me. I pick up the phone again and my mom had been rambling on about how I hadn't called her all afternoon and that I was up to something. To keep from moaning I started laughing. "Ashley why are you laughing?" "Because I packed everything but shoes isn't that funny? How do I pack all my clothes and no shoes?" "What's going on with you? Are you drunk?" "Uh no mom just thought that was funny guess not." She chuckled softly, her tongue not leaving its spot. I wanted to punch her in the throat, but that would've meant she had to stop. And I didn't want that. "Alright honey, I'll call you later. Love you." "Love you too mom bye." Right once I hang up, Kiera comes up and starts laughing. I look down at her. "So you think that was funny? Okay I'll remember that." She mocks me for a moment. "I forgot to pack shoes." She says quietly while giggling. She continues her assault between my legs. Sucking and licking my clit furiously. My moans become louder. My legs become more stiff. My thighs numb. My body unable to register anything other than what she's doing to me. I cry out. "I'm going to cum." She reaches up and starts tweaking my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. This is driving me insane. I already had a rush from the phone call earlier. I was losing touch with reality. I could feel the heat build up in my stomach. Suddenly, I felt my legs shake underneath me. My breathing became ragged and my moans so loud I'm sure everyone walking by could hear. I felt like I was floating. Although at this point I expected her to stop, but she didn't. She kept going. I would inch away trying to get her to stop, even if only for a quick second. But I couldn't bring myself to tell her I was sensitive, because it still felt so good. I was in limbo. I wanted her to stop, but I didn't want her to take her tongue off of me. Eventually I couldn't take anymore after continuously cumming. I felt like I didn't have anymore left in me. "Okay okay stop I need a break." I managed to get out. It pained me to say it. Then she looks at me with this smirk on her face. Her hair wild and all over the place from me pulling it every which way and she says, "I was wondering how long it would take before you told me to stop." I was dumbfounded. So she wasn't going to stop if I hadn't said so? I thought of my poor overly satisfied clit. I needed a break. I looked into her eyes and said, "Fuck you." She just laughed. She got up off the bed while I just laid there my body completely spent. She went to pick up her phone to call her friend. She was supposed to be gone hours ago. She called Arie. "Hey I'm on my way it'll be about 30 minutes." I secretly thought to myself you're not leaving here until I fuck you. But I didn't tell her that you'll see. She puts her phone back down and looks over at me. A look full of lust and mischief. She leans over my body and kisses my lips. My hands instinctively grab her face and kiss her harder. Her tongue only slightly brushing against mine. We kiss for about 5 minutes or so. Grabbing onto each other. Then I feel her free hand slide between my legs. I moan once her hand reaches its destination. She softly rubs my clit and ventures lower to slip 2 fingers inside of me. I cry out at the unexpected move she just made. She's teasing me. Her in and out motions are ridiculously slow. I want to tell her to speed up, but I don't even have to. She can sense my body's want and she does just that. Speeds up. I feel my body tense up and I know I'm close. She does too. She plunges her fingers deeper into my wetness and twists them around before just simply moving them in and out of me. She resumes the fast pace she was moving at before. I try to hold it in. She moans in my ear and whispers, "Cum for me." That was it. That was the last straw. I cum and as I feel it gushing out of me as her fingers slip out too. I moan softly. Then I open my eyes and I look at her, "I don't know why you told her you were on your way. You're not about to leave yet." She looks shocked by this statement. "Oh I'm not?" I then let my actions do the talking. I push her back to the head of the bed. Crawl on top of her. I kiss her soft, full lips again. Relishing in the fact that at any moment I'm going to be able to taste the deepest part of her. I move my head for my lips to meet the crook of her neck. As I lightly licked up her neck, I saw her mouth open and eyes close. Her hand cradled my head as I sucked the skin on her neck. Lightly bit the skin there. Secretly hoping to leave a mark. Saying that I was here. Even if it were only her and I that knew it was there. She would look in the mirror on her trip and remember our first tryst together. Secretly laughing on the inside that if someone asked where it came from she would have to come up with something to say about it. I sit her up and pull her black top from over the beautiful mess that I had made of her hair. Her caramel breasts straining against her nude bra. I think to myself that I should let them out. "I should show you how to take a bra off." A small chuckle escapes from my throat. Before she had a chance to object, one hand snaked behind her back and popped the clasp. While slipping it off of her I nibble her earlobe and whisper, "That's how you do it." She help but laugh and stifle a moan and says, "Fuck you." "That's exactly what I intend on doing." "Well stop talking about it and be about it." Fucking smart ass I thought to myself. But fine I want to do it anyways might as well get down to it. I take her tongue into my mouth. Kissing her. Occasionally biting her lower lip. Feeling her suck on my lower lip. I grasp the button of her jeans and undoes them. I pull her zipper down. To pull them off I break the kiss. I never had an issue taking off jeans before but hers were unusually tight. "Need help?" I look at her like obviously you see I can't get these off. "Why did you put these tight ass jeans on?" "Well Ash this wasn't the only thing I had to do today." I simply laugh and mouth, "Touché." At this point honestly even after she had ate me out for an hour and a half I still was nervous about fucking another woman. I had only done it with one other person. I thought I would spend the rest of my life not knowing what any other woman, but her, would taste like under my tongue. Why was I even thinking about that backstabbing slut? I had this gorgeous girl in my bed and I was worried about my bitch of an ex-girlfriend who was probably eating her new girlfriend out right this second. I let my thoughts freak me out. I wanted to tell Kiera I couldn't do it. But I couldn't do that either. I wanted her. Even though I came like over 10 times that night already thinking about my tongue wiggling its way inside of her pussy made my own ache for more. I put the thoughts out of my head. I have wanted to have sex with Kiera since we were in high school and here we were almost juniors in college and I was finally getting my chance. I realized I couldn't of handled having sex with her back then. I would've been heartbroken and halfway devastated. She knew that so even when she made the halfhearted offer to just fuck she never actually went through with it. I was glad she didn't, but if she had've I wouldn't be freaking out right now. I made way to her breasts as she pushed my head down a little further. I softly grabbed one with my hand. The other I gave a long lick around her areola. I circled around her nipple a few times. Trying to get a feel of what felt good to her. Once I flicked my tongue over her nipple I found out. She only gasped but I could tell because she kept her mouth open. Only closing them to lick them. I let my mouth suck on her nipple. Consequently, this got more of a reaction out of her. Her moans became ragged and her breathing alike. Her hands grabbed my hair then moved to her own. Not necessarily knowing what to do with them. I lick between the valley between the two. Not missing a single spot of flesh. I went to the other and decided not to do the same exact thing. I licked her already hard rock nipple enough to wet it. I then nibbled on it and then sucked on it. A little rough but not rough enough to the point it hurt. She seemed to like a more rougher approach. I was growing tired with anticipation. I wanted to know what she tasted like. Unfortunately, I couldn't have her all night in this bed. I had to speed up the process a little. I moved down a little further to pay attention to her stomach. I planted small kisses right above her panty line. I licked up and down her stomach. Grasping on her sides. Her body was so sexy I could barely fathom this was really happening. Her hand lightly pushes my head further down her body. I could tell what she wanted. I grip the sides of the lacy thong she had on and I slowly pulled them down and off of her. I took this time to just look at her. Her puffy, slightly red lips showing me they needed attention. She was wet and glistening from the small amount of light that peeked into the room onto the bed. Both her nipples hard without even being touched. Her eyes closed, her hands on my head playing with my hair. Her chest heaving up and down waiting with anticipation. She had a tiny ball of sweat forming between her breasts. I wanted to lick it, but I think we both had something else in mind. Her body was wanting. Waiting. I wanted to tease her a bit more but I knew once I had my tongue on her she would definitely dismiss that. Make It Up To Me I took her legs and spread them wider and pushed them up slightly. I caressed the insides of her thighs with my lips. Leaving small bites and kisses in her aftermath. I let my tongue venture off to her outer lips. Leaving long, wet licks there. Hearing her moan from just that alone drove me crazy but I kept the teasing up. I blew cold air onto her hot slit. She shuddered from my actions. I slid two fingers up her wet lips and spreaded her open. I felt heat radiating from her as I spreaded her open. I swirled my tongue around her wetness just to get a taste of her. Her taste was a little salty but was overwhelmingly enchanting. I flattened my tongue out to lick her from her wet hole up to her clit. To get a better taste. Soon I left my tongue immerse in her wetness. Licking, sucking and playing with her. Her eyes remained shut. She licked her lips trying to hold back the moans she wanted so desperately to let out. Her hands moving from her head to mine. Not able to fathom the immensity of what she was feeling. In this moment when I looked up at her in complete ecstasy she was the most beautiful I had ever seen her. Wanton and wanting. Sexy and vulnerable. She was fighting me. She wanted to cum but she also wanted to hold it in. I had to coax it out of her. I wrapped my soft, wet lips around her hard little clit. I sucked lightly at first. Testing the waters seeing how she was going to react. I looked up at her. Eyes still closed tight. She made these tiny whimpering sounds. She would bite her bottom lip. She looked so sexy. I sucked harder. Taking her clit in and out of my mouth. She moaned louder now. "Oh yes right there," she said. Her hips lifted from the bed. I could tell she was close. I took this opportunity to slide 2 fingers inside of her. Slowly. Continuing to suck on her clit. Sliding my fingers inside of her I almost came. I love the feel of it. The absolute intimacy you feel by inserting yourself in the most private parts of someone else. The way she gasps for air because she wasn't expecting it. The way her hips start grinding against me as I pull her body closer to me. The way her muscles clench against my fingers. How it's hard for her now to hold back. To separate the pleasure I'm giving her. I love it. It's empowering, sexy. I'm completely immersed in what I'm doing and the pleasure I'm giving her. So much so I barely noticed she was speaking to me. "Did you hear..." She paused. "What I said?" I simply looked up at her acknowledging that I was clearly listening now. "Ashley...Fuck me." Her eyes looking directly into mine. "Please." I wanted to take this slow. Tease her like she had done me. She needed more than that. I was more than willing to comply. I picked up the speed of my fingers, matching the speed of sucking her clit in and out of my mouth. Her muscles were clenching my fingers so hard I could barely move them in and out. She was practically screaming now. The loudest she had been all night. Her hands on my head holding my mouth close to where she wanted it. Her legs begun to shake and tighten around me. She was cumming. When the waves of her orgasm slowed I removed myself from her. She pulled me up to her. Looked at me and kissed me hungrily. Her tongue slipping into my mouth. She wanted to taste herself. I slowly pulled away. "Keep that up and you won't be leaving at all." I snickered at her. "What time is it?" I went to grab her phone off the desk. "It's 10:30." She looked at me like she could slap me. "I was supposed to be there hours ago." "I'm sorry. You weren't really in a rush to leave." I said. "No not at all." I climbed off of her to find my clothes so I could walk her out. She finally got up and did the same. We both walked to the mirror to see the damage we had done. We both looked clearly and throughly fucked. I brushed my hair and she did the same. Her phone started to ring. It was her friend. "Hey Kiera are you almost here?" "Um no not yet. You remember Ashley I'm just leaving her school right now she had me running all over the place." I looked at her and laughed as we walked out the door. "I'll be there soon." And she hung up. I walked her to her car. Before she got in I told her, "She might be a little suspicious about this hickey on your neck." "I could hit you." She looked at me pretending to be mad. "You could but you're just gonna kiss me." I said and I leaned in to kiss her lips one more time before she left. I pulled away feeling like someone was watching us. I looked around and it was my ex-girlfriend with her new one. Make It Up To You "You know she has no clue, right? If she found out, the friendship would be done. She'd freak out, that's how she is. Every time you'd go to hug her or kiss her hello, she'd be thinking that you were making a play and pretty soon neither of you will be able to be around the other. It's been too many years and too much secrecy. You need to let her go, Allison, or you need to tell her. Either way, I think it's over," Kim hissed at me, poisonous words I didn't want to hear. I never should have told her, never should have confided. The crush I'd had on Brooke for so many years had slowly but surely escalated to the point where I couldn't even look at her. My late 30s were turning into a sort of sweet torture. Divorces galore had ravaged our little tight-knit group, sparing no one, Brooke and I included. She had caught her husband with his accountant and my husband had decided he preferred the company of a 20 year old over mine. I was devastated; I had never seen it coming. So there we all were, tossed back into a dating scene that I didn't really enjoy. Brooke and I would often double-date or make arrangements to meet up at the local hot spots for people our age. My feelings for her had been dormant during my marriage; after the divorce, they came back with a vengeance. I didn't want to acknowledge them, didn't want to deal with them. During this particular ladies' night at our local watering hole, I spilled everything to Kim, who had been shocked at first and then realistic. I will never do Patron shots again, I swear. "You've never been as important to her as she is to you. How many times have you been a back-up? And not just to her guy-of-the-minute, either. Remember two weeks ago when we all made plans to go to the beach for your birthday? At the last second, she got that invite to go out of town and left us high and dry. She expected you to understand because it was her friends from college and it was the only weekend she could get together with them. She knew that, out of all of us, you would let it go because that's how you are when it comes to her. She knows she can do whatever she wants; she can do no wrong when it comes to you. If she finds out that you've got feelings for her, you're doomed. She may not like it, but she'll make sure to play it to her full advantage before breaking off the friendship with you." I sat there at our table, littered with beer bottles and shot glasses, listening to her say words that seared my soul. I watched as Brooke danced with our other friends; she moved like a fluid dream. I knew the truth that was in Kim's words, but I didn't want to admit it. Brooke could be heartless, but I always swore there was a softness and tenderness in her that wanted to eventually surface. "She's self-centered, Alli, and you know it. She's a one-way street when it comes to friendships. How come you remember everything that matters to her, but she never seems to recall anything that's important to you? It's all about her and her issues and problems. Unless it's something that affects her directly, it's not worth her time. You're not worth the time," she said harshly, driving tears to my eyes. "Stop it. Stop it right now. This hurts, Kim. It hurts like hell and you're not helping. I'm not blind, okay? I know what she is. I know how she is. I can't control my feelings; don't you think if I could, I would? It kills to see her be all nice and sweet one minute and then cold and dismissing the next. She keeps me off-balance all the time and I just want this to end. I don't want this anymore. I haven't been sleeping, I'm anxious all the time and it's affecting my performance at work. If I lose her friendship, I lose it. I just can't keep going like this or else I'm gonna end up in a mental hospital somewhere," I rubbed impatiently at the tears and took another Patron shot (so much for never having another one of those). "So what are you going to do? How about you wait for her to get drunker and then go dance with her? She'll be blitzed in another ten minutes, she's been drinking non-stop since we got here. Go on, go for it. Maybe you'll get lucky," she snickered, being unnecessarily cruel. "What's your freakin' problem, Kim? Are you getting off on this? Why are you being so damn mean? I trusted you and this is what I get, grief! I never should have said anything, especially not to you, apparently!" I got up from the table and pushed my way through the crowd to the dance floor. My friends gave me a drunken welcome and made room for me. Brooke ended up in front of me and she wrapped her arms around my waist as the DJ started up an old 80s reggae tune about red, red wine. We moved our hips to the beat, her thumbs hooked through my belt loops. Her reddish hair swayed in perfect rhythm to our movements, her greenish eyes looking into mine. She gave me a teasing smile as she pulled me closer to her and continued the slow, seductive moves. Yep, she was drunk, all right. I, however, was just bordering on tipsy so I was in better control. "Why didn't you come dance with me before?" she whispered under the music. "I was talking to Kim," I answered, wishing she would move away a bit. "About?" she asked, swiveling her hips against mine. "Just random stuff," I looked over to the table and saw Kim glaring, her hand wrapped around her drink. "Let me guess...I bet it was about me," she giggled and pulled my chin so I was facing her again. "Ding, ding, we have a winner," I said, trying to keep my tone light and casual. "So how much did she bad-talk me to you? Did she do the whole 'she's a selfish, self-centered bitch who doesn't give a crap about you' routine? God, she's predictable," she laughed out loud at the expression on my face. "How did...." I got no further as she pulled me closer. "Because," she was whispering again, "She's been pissed at me since I turned her down about two weeks ago. We were partying over at the beach and she made a pass at me. I told her to forget it, that she wasn't my type." More giggling. "Ever since then, she's been on a rampage. But whatever, she needs to deal with it." "Are you kidding?" the shock in my voice made her laugh even harder. "Nope. I told her that I have a thing for darker hair and blue eyes; I don't really go for blondes, guys or girls," she was on a roll, laughing louder now. I have dark hair. Care to guess my eye color? I didn't say anything for a minute, letting the information sink in. Her jubilant expression faltered at my silence and doubt crept across her features. The song came to an end and we broke apart, neither looking at the other. I was still numb from the revelation and I didn't know what to do when she turned and left the dance floor abruptly. I came to my senses slowly, but once I did, I went straight to the table where she and Kim were in a loudly-escalating argument, our other friends beginning to gather around and wonder what exactly was going on. "Cut it out, both of you," I demanded, trying to ignore the fact that the Patron shots were catching up to me. "Why did you tell her all that, you freakin' bitch!" Brooke disregarded me and verbally went after Kim with a vengeance. Kim snarled something back, but at this point, there was a crowd gathering and I started feeling uncomfortable. I pulled at Brooke's arm, telling her to relax and to come on, let's get out of here. She and Kim kept yelling at each other the entire time I dragged her out of the club. Once outside, the cool night breeze was a welcome respite from the intensely hot and hostile environment in the club. She kept stuttering on and on about Kim's cattiness and I made the appropriate soothing responses. We got to my car in the parking lot and I told her to get in; she had arrived earlier that evening with another one of our friends. She got in, slammed the door and leaned her head back on the leather seat, her eyes closed, her breathing hard. To my surprise, I saw tears slowly making their way down her cheeks. "Brooke?" I asked uncertainly. "Are you all right? What's wrong? Who cares what Kim says? Forget about it." "I didn't want you to find out like this!" she cried out, her eyes half-opening. "I wanted to talk to you in private, not make a scene in a club, for God's sake! Jesus, I can't do anything right!" She broke out into full-fledged sobs and I just sat there, open-mouthed. She was bent over in the seat now, her body wracked with emotion. Her hands went to cover her face and she screamed into them, an anguished sound that scared me. I pulled her to me and made shushing noises. I waited for her to quiet down a bit before I started the car and headed to her house. Thankfully, traffic was light and we got to her house in under twenty minutes. She had stopped crying by the time we pulled up to her driveway. She looked over at me hesitantly, almost as if she was asking permission to speak. I looked back at her, not knowing what to say or do. She inclined her head towards the front door. "Wanna come in? I really need to talk to you." I didn't say anything, just got out of the car. I stood next to her as she opened the door and followed her in, watching as she flipped on lights. She headed to the kitchen and pulled open the door to the fridge. She emerged with two bottles of beer and silently handed me one; I was in no mood to turn it down. We moved over to the living room and sat down on the comfy couch. She kicked off her shoes, put her feet up on the living room table and took a long, deep gulp from the bottle. I waited, wondering what she was going to say. "I take you for granted and I know it. I treat you like total garbage sometimes and I do it on purpose. I try as hard as I can to make you hate me so I don't have to deal with these emotions that I don't understand, but you keep on being my friend. I'm nice to you when I've had too much to drink because that's the only time I can be nice and then just blame it on the liquor later. I've set up this whole elaborate way of existing because I don't know how else to handle what is so very wrong with me," she said, looking down at the bottle. "Are you talking to your beer or to me?" I said, trying to coax a smile. She turned her head to look at me, but she wouldn't rise to the bait. "Joke all you want if that's all it is to you, I don't care anymore," she said, draining the beer and putting it down on the table. She got up from the couch and headed back into the kitchen and I got up quickly to follow her. She headed straight to get another beer, but I stood behind her and pushed the door shut. "You don't need that," I said softly. "I was trying to get you to smile, is all. It's not a joke to me, either." Her head had dropped and her hands were covering her face again. I turned her around, wrapped my arms around her and just held her. She went kind of limp and I knew that the beer she had just chugged down had pushed her over her limit. I draped her right arm over my shoulders and half-dragged, half-walked her to her room. With my free hand, I pulled down the covers and then I turned to get her into her bed. She clumsily pulled off her shirt, leaving her in a beautiful black lace bra. She clamored onto the bed and curled up on her side. I went to shut off the lights and leave when she called out to me. "Alli...stay. Please." I swallowed...hard. This wasn't exactly working out like I had thought it would, but best laid plans and all that, right? I switched the light off and returned to the bed, sitting on the edge and undoing my sandal straps. I lay down on my back, watching the moonlight filter in through the blinds. I can't sleep in a totally dark room; I need to see the moon as I drift off. As my eyes started to slip close, a combination of the amount of liquor I drank and all the high drama of the evening, Brooke rolled over onto her back, reached for my left arm and rolled back onto her side, causing me to curl up behind her. She entwined her fingers with mine and settled our hands on her bare tummy. She didn't say a word and I certainly had nothing to contribute, so I just waited for my accelerated heartbeat to go back to normal. It took a while, but I finally fell asleep. It felt like just minutes, but surely it was longer than that. Something was tickling my face. Drowsily, I pushed away at the annoyance, but it came back immediately. I slowly slit open my eyes to find Brooke's face inches above mine, her long strands brushing my face. Her eyes were completely focused on mine and no words were spoken nor were they necessary. I pulled her down to me and she came willingly, her lips already moist. They brushed over mine softly at first, a slight rub, almost a question. The second touch was still gentle, but far more sure of itself as she sank her body into mine. My hands went to that beautiful hair as my eyes slipped shut again, wanting to completely lose myself in the kiss. My tongue peeked out simultaneously with hers and our mouths opened a bit to allow them to play. She gave a soft sigh and brought a hand to the side of my face, stroking my cheek. Her fingers than trailed down my neck, slipping gently across the front of the shirt I still had on. She caressed me through the shirt, going even slower after she realized she was getting my breasts' attention. I murmured encouragement into her mouth and she reached down to pull up the shirt. We sat up together so she could take it off me and, once it was gone, we were entwined again, loving the feel of each other's skin. She pressed me back down on the bed, her lips never leaving mine. Her fingers trailed lazily across my breasts and then down my bare middle, occasionally slipping into my jeans to stroke my hip. This was seduction at its finest, slow and sensuous. My arms were around her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss, when I felt her undo the button on my jeans. I then heard the familiar sound of a zipper making its way down. "They gotta come off, baby," she whispered. "I have a lot to make up for and I think I know how." Without a word, I lifted my hips from the bed and she slid the jeans off me easily. She settled back against me, lips returning to mine, and her right hand started to journey up the inside of my thigh. She teased me pitilessly. She stroked my thighs, allowed her fingers to slip across the satiny front of my new high-cut bikini. She eventually wandered inside the bikini itself, but contented herself with easing her fingers along the top and sides, going nowhere near my aching center. "Patience," she whispered when I whimpered. "I'll make it worth the wait, I promise." She continued her relentless teasing, not caring that I was arching off the bed now, begging for her touch. My senses were on fire; the wetness between my legs felt like a river. She obviously noticed. "Someone's ready," she cooed, as she finally delivered on her promise, slipping and rubbing her fingers against, inside and all over me. I exploded against her, no build-up, no warning. The climax hit and I screamed out to anyone who would hear me. I stopped breathing, my heart stopped beating and I ceased to exist for what felt like years. I was floating, effortlessly gliding through the universe. I had read about astral projection, when your soul leaves your body; I think I experienced it that night. Almost painfully, I came back down to earth, not wanting the sensations to end. My breathing was still labored and I felt sweat on my face and bare belly. Dear God, what had she done? Where had she sent me? I opened my eyes and she was back above me, a warm smile on her face. She came down to my lips and playfully gave them a soft, quick lick, followed by sensuous nibbles. I started groaning again. "Baby, don't! I can't do this again," I breathed out. "You're trying to kill me, I know it!" "You are going to do it again," she whispered back, her wondrous hand starting to explore again. "You are going to do it again and again until I've made up for every crappy thing I've ever done to you. And then you're going to do it to me, all night. Over and over again. Until we're even." "And then?" I rasped out, as she found me again. She smiled mischievously and lowered her lips to my neck, giving me delicious little bites in time with her strokes. "And then maybe we'll get some sleep. Or maybe not," she said, as my own hands finally reached her jeans and undid the button. I slipped my own hand inside, finding her just as delectably wet as I was. She impatiently kicked off the jeans to give me better access and she crushed her lips back to mine as I slipped inside and got to know her better. We hit our climax together, arching against each other, never being able to get close enough. We broke apart, gasping, sweaty and deliriously happy. We turned our heads to look at each other and giggled out loud from the sheer release of it all. She scooted over and wrapped me up again. "You better not snore," I said sternly, as I started falling back asleep. "If I do, wake me up. I'll make it up to you," she whispered against my shoulder as she gave it one last kiss before drifting off herself.