| Lesbian: First Time: Girls' Night Out |
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Rachel felt good as she walked down the street. It was Friday for a start, which always lifted her mood. But it was more than that this week. The last couple of days were the first where she could honestly say her mood was better after finally calling things off with Rob. To celebrate this, she had decided to go out with the girls from work. It had been ages since she’d let her hair down and was well up for it. As she reached Vicki’s house she could see her friend looking out for her through the lounge window, now waving excitedly. “Hiya chick!” came the unmistakable greeting. “Come upstairs, there’s been a change of plan. Nat and Jen are meeting us out; they’re not coming here to get ready. I’ve poured us some wine and we can decide to wear. What you think?” “Sounds cool to me,” Rach replied. It seemed like Vicki had made an early start on the wine as it was, judging from the giddiness, slight slurring and unsteady way she mounted the stairs. Bless her, she thought. Her suspicions were confirmed as the girls entered the bedroom. To Rachel’s surprise, her friend immediately began stripping off as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “Right then, outfits! Now I know what we said earlier about those lil’ tops and jeans, but I was thinking of something that’ll give us more fun!” As she said this, Vicki tossed her pink top onto a chair with several other scrunched up items, revealing a black strapless bra. “Yes, I was thinking of maybe some fancy dress!?” “Huh?” Rach said after a brief pause. “You know, fancy dress. Grab a bit of attention. After all, you’re single, I’m single. Even if neither of us pulls, it’ll be a laugh. Watch and learn!” Rachel found a space to sit in amongst the different shoes, clothes and bags on the bed (Vicki was a fashion maniac, but probably the most untidy person she knew). As she watched, her friend peeled off her work trousers and threw them to her. Then, to her amazement, she pulled on a pair of dark black hold ups. Over this, she pulled on the smallest black skirt Rach had ever seen. Vicki winked, standing up straight and smoothing the skirt down. “You starting to see?” She was starting to remember, that was for sure. As she watched she became mesmerized. In all the turmoil over the break up, Rach had forgotten her little session after the shopping trip a few weeks previously. But now it was coming back and she blushed. Then, without warning, Vicki unhooked the bra and dropped it. Her breasts became exposed in all their tanned glory. Just as Rachel had imagined. And once again she felt a little twinge in her panties. A fantasy alone was one thing, but this was a bit more than she could handle. By now Vicki was hoisting herself into a black diamante corset. The outfit was completed as she donned a pair of fluffy cat’s ears on a headband and some elbow length black gloves. “How do I look?” Vicki giggled. “Good enough to lap up?” “Err …you could say that.” “Come on then, we’ve got half an hour to get into town.” Vicki threw her a bag of clothes. “Matching and in your size.” * * * Rachel sat down on a sofa in the third club of the night next to Jenna. She knocked back another vodka and glanced over at the dance floor where Vicki was still dancing with Natalie. What the hell is this, she thought? She’d felt healthily naughty that day getting off over her mate in her own room, but this? I’m not a lesbian … am I? This was all she could think, over and over. She glanced back to the floor where Vicki (by now well on her way to being slaughtered) was dancing all over some lad. “Look at this,” Jenna giggled next to her. “I’m off up there! You coming?” “In a minute … I just need the loo,” Rachel excused. She stumbled into the ladies room, just wanting some space to think. What she’d wanted from the night was a laugh and to let her hair down. Instead she felt a cocktail of confusion, horniness and now jealousy. She checked her mascara and hair, and then admired her reflection. She looked quite hot in the outfit, even if she thought so herself. The corset made her look huge in the chest area, and the silver pointy stilettos added some nice extra height and good tone to her calf muscles. She was relatively unaware of the door opening until she noticed it was Natalie standing behind her through the mirror. “Hey!” “Thought I might find you in here.” “Just checking I’m hot enough to join you up there,” Rach laughed. “She’s a tease isn’t she?” Nat laughed, putting her handbag down at the next sink. “Who, Vick? I dunno, the way things look to me she’ll probably take him home!” “Exactly, without any awareness of the effect she’s had on you.” Rach paused. “Sorry?” “Oh come on, I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at her all night. I’ve been there. Why do you think I don’t get ready at hers anymore?” “I really don’t know what you mean,” Rach spluttered, blushing. “When we were 18 I used to get ready there, then stay over after every Friday night. I mean the dropping of the clothes whenever possible, the fact that she isn’t embarrassed at all? I fancied … fancy the arse off her too!” Rach just stared into the mirror, mortified at being found out. If that was unexpected then the next bit was just mad. During the pause, Nat had moved closer and was now standing behind her. Then she put her arms through from behind and cupped Rach’s boobs, softly. “Ever since then I’ve been … curious.” She squeezed the breasts through the corset a little more firmly. “But in reality I’m no closer than you are. She’s a tease! However, I think you and I could … satisfy that itch?” As she said this, she eased open the first two fasteners on the corset and slipped her long, French manicured fingers in and onto Rachel’s left nipple. Instantly the twinge became a damp patch under her skirt as Natalie used her free hand to bunch Rachel’s hair out of the way and began kissing her neck. “Well … now you mention it … two blondes would … mean a l-lot of fun,” she replied between gasps. Her nipples always had been the bit that really turned her on. Suddenly, high heels approaching the door sounded a warning. Before there was time to think Rachel found herself being hurried into one of the empty cubicles. The sound of a group of ladies talking at the sinks became mere background noise as Natalie tore the rest of the corset open. She gently began licking her friend’s nipples. Rachel forgot where she was for a moment, sighing and gasping as her breathing quickened. This must have been heard because, as the other group left, they paused near the cubicle door, before leaving in fits of giggles. Both girls were oblivious to this though, not letting their inexperience in girl love stand in the way. Nat alternated between licking and sucking the nipples and ran her hands up and down her friend’s leg. Instinctively, Rachel put her leg up and rested her heel on the opposing cubicle wall. Natalie reached the top of her thigh and pulled the little black thong aside, teasing her friend’s lips gently. The sighs then became light moans, which encouraged Nat to find her clit. This was heaven, and Rachel felt that she should do something in return. She ran her hand up Nat’s slim figure and reached to slip the strap of her dress down. Nat stopped her, breaking off the boob licking to say, “Ah-ah, not now. That’s for another time.” Rachel was too turned on to argue, closing her eyes as her friend went down onto her knees and peeled off her tiny black skirt. As Nat’s tongue picked up where the fingers had been, Rachel moaned and arched her back. The feeling was nothing like when Rob had done this, but a far lighter and more feathery touch. Yet at the same time the feeling was far more intense, almost electric. She moaned again, realizing that she wouldn’t take long to cum, as her body was getting hotter and hotter. Usually it took her quite a while, but she had never been this turned on in her life. Natalie carried on teasing the clit, and ran her free hand up and down her thigh. Rach looked down. The sight of her work friend on her knees in between her legs pushed her even closer towards the edge, and her breathing quickened again. The free fingers then left her thigh and pushed deep into her dripping wet pussy. The sensation of two and then three fingers sliding rapidly in and out was more than she could handle. She exploded with such an intensity that the room and everything began to spin, and she screamed her orgasm in total abandon. It felt like she could have done this three or four more times in succession, but the next thing she knew Nat was up, rearranging herself, and grinning. As Rachel came to her senses, she smiled. “Thank you sweetie. How about I … satisfy your itch too?” “Maybe … sometime. I’ll let you know.” With that, she turned and left Rachel as she had found her – confused and tidying herself in the mirror. |
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