Girls Night In

Jasmine and Tabitha sat on their buttery soft leather couch, feet outstretched on their ottoman, pouring themselves their second glass of wine each.

They had an early dinner and had settled into pajamas. It had been a long week for each of them and tonight was a girls night.

They had purchased all the essentials, ice cream for later with raw cookie dough, microwaveable popcorn and a favorite chick flick. The chatted about their day, sipping their wine, and giggled over stories of really bad first dates. 

Neither woman imagined that she would find herself, snuggled up under a blanket on a Friday night, pleasantly buzzed and far away from the club scene that had dominated their early twenties. Their birthdays, only a few months apart would see soon usher them into 30. They had grown and changed so much in the last few years, and tonight, they were appreciative of the simple pleasures in life.

They turned their movie on and began to settle in, curling up close to one another for comfort. The companiable comfort of best friends who felt completely at home with each other.

 Jessica laid her head on Tabithas lap, her long auburn hair spilling onto the cushion beside her. Tabitha absentmindedly ran her fingers through it, suddenly aware of how silky smooth it felt. Within a few minutes, the second glass of wine hit her and Tabitha grew impulsively bold. She ran the tip of her finger down Jessica’s face, stopping at her lips and stroking them softly.

Jessica, herself equally buzzed, closed her eyes and melted into the touch, enjoying the little sparks coursing into her toes. A contended sigh escape from her mouth as her body relaxed. When she felt soft lips touch her own, she didn’t back away but parted her lips, allowing their tongues to explore.

The movie all but forgotten, the women found themselves thoroughly entranced. Their bodies responding to each other’s touch, explorers on foreign soil, navigating without a map. 

Jessica sat up, wrapping her arms around Tabitha, her kisses growing harder, her desire mounting by the second. Her lips moved down Tabithas neck, kissing her collar bone, softly blowing on her neck.  Her friend shuddered in response while goosebumps broke out on her flesh. Emboldened by this response, Jessica moved to her breasts, her lips grazing them over her cotton top. Tabitha peeled her top off, her blonde curls falling over her shoulders in thick and heavy waves.  Her breasts where beautiful, large and firm, not yet softened by motherhood or age. She watched with curiosity as Jessica’s lips found her hardened nipples and she began to suckle like a hungry babe. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips, as she gave into the moment and allowed her last inhibitions to fall away.

She took Jessica’s hand and slid it under the drawstring of her pants, desperate to feel her fingers on her and inside. The circular motion on her clit sent waves of pleasure coursing through her and she knew she would cum without penetration for the first time. 

Her impatience growing, Tabitha  shoved her pajama pants down around her ankles guiding her friends head between her thighs. Jessica kissed her then tasted her, wondering why she had ever been afraid or nervous about this before. 

She was sweet, like honeysuckle and her wetness coated her tongue. Tabithas thighs clenched her face urging her deeper inside as she lifted her hips. When Tabitha began to orgasm, she could feel her spasm beneath her lips and her face was squeezed tight. 

They took a moment to lay there, both uncertain of what had just transpired. It had felt so natural and right. They had been friends for such a long time and their coming together had felt like an extension of this friendship, the next evolution in their lives.

Tabitha sat up first, a mischievous gleam in her eye. She poured them each a new glass of wine, and put rewound their movie to the part they left off. She sat there, sipping her Chardonnay, her fingers lazily tracing circles on her friends hand as they began to watch their show.

Jessica had experienced something new and thought Tabitha, she would like a try. The night was still young and so where they. Who the hell needed nightclubs when they could stay in for girls night?!

Sweet Dreams

We light the candles around the room, put the music up loud. Bob Marley tonight is a fitting choice. The reggae music thumps and pounds through the speaker and into our veins. I walk across the room to him, my eyes soaking in his naked body bathed in candlelight. My eyes shine with desire, my body aches with lust.

I want him like no other. I desire him like I never have anyone else. My fingers trace the lines of his collar bone then move down his muscular chest. Slowly I am the pen, using his body as my canvas as I draw and trace the grooves and lines of his flesh.

My lips join in, placing soft kisses across his chest, down his stomach. I make my way towards his thighs, my tongue tasting the saltiness of his skin, my nose taking in his scent.

I stop at his cock, soaking it in. Hard, glorious, standing at attention beneath my hands. I pretend I am a child on a hot summer’s day and he is the ice cream cone that offers my parched mouth relief. Sucking, tasting, kissing, caressing. I take him as far as I can, my fingers caressing his balls, then up and down his legs.

His hands, strong and calloused make their way into my hair and hold on tight. He guides my head, pushing himself deeper into my waiting throat. A moan escapes his lips as he tilts his back, a smile of pure ecstasy on his face.

I rise from my knees, making my way back towards his face, my lips finding his in a kiss that sends electricity into my feet.

He grabs me around the waist and suddenly I am airborne, a mere toy in his arms as he carries me to the bed. The breeze from the open window hits my skin and goosebumps rise onto my flesh.

He tosses me onto the bed and within seconds is on me, inside of me. What has started slow has risen to a fever pitch. Our bodies merging into a singular beast, intent on finding release.

We move in sync, twisting, turning, shifting on the bed. Our legs and arms are intertwined, our mouths locked in embrace. Faster, deeper, harder, he pushes into me and I want more. Need more.

I can feel my orgasm building. It is a fire that is beginning deep inside and he is the fuel giving it life. I know I won’t last much longer, the feelings are too intense. I am falling, flying, drowning in a pool of desire and lust.

My nails dig into his back as my teeth seek his flesh. I scream out in pleasure, calling his name beneath my breathe.

He follows soon after, and we lay there, weak in the knees, still in our hearts. Never has anyone impacted me this way, never have I felt so alive.

I look into his eyes, and see me, reflected back. The way he makes me feel, the way he makes me see myself. Beautiful, desirable, wanted, loved.

I smile as my arms wrap around his waist, as my head falls onto his chest. This is home I think. This is real and this is mine. My eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep. I do not worry about what I may find in my dreams for in his arms my dreams have come to life.

Candy Store

We push the button on the elevator. The doors slide open and we step inside. I don’t waste a second, pressing my body into yours. I kiss your lips then fall to my knees. We are on the top floor of the building and I only have a short amount of time.

I release your cock from it’s fabric prison, and place it my mouth. Your my favorite lollipop and I have an oral fixation.

Down we go in the elevator as down I go on you. I know the time is limited so I make the most of it. My tongue swirls down your shaft, my lips suckle on your balls.

Only a few more floors till we reach our destination. The elevator comes to a stop, I pick myself up and adjust my dress. You quickly place my toy back inside your pants and zipper your pants.

We stand there arm and arm as the doors slide open and people pour in. We walk hand in hand into the lobby, none the wiser for what we just did.

“There is a stairwell” I whisper in your ear as we reach the exit. The candy store is open for business and I feel like having another treat.