| Straight: Serial Stories: A Week in My Life - Monday at Amy's (1/6) |
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Amy had left before Katherine woke that morning and the next time she saw her, she was opening the door to her flat and heading straight for the kitchen. Katherine put down the book that she’d been reading and followed her friend, finding her pouring two large glasses of wine. They both began chatting and giggling as they recalled their antics in the club the previous night “Got anything you want to do tonight, I don’t think we can show our faces there again?” sniggered Amy. “I don’t think it was showing our faces that caused the problem!” laughed Katherine as she recalled her public exposure and groping. “Poor Tony though, I feel sorry for him. He really wanted to come back with us.” “Poor Tony nothing, I bet that was one of the better nights out that he’s had. It’s not every time you go out to a club and end up getting jerked off into a strange girls mouth!” “Hey, are you calling me strange! OK, you’re right … tasty though wasn’t he?” “Oh yes, very tasty, thanks for sharing with me! Anyway, if he had come back with you, where would I have slept?” “Oh that wouldn’t have been a problem, he fancied coming back with US! He saw the performance we put on afterwards and he was expecting more than just me to be in the bed with him.” “Ooooh, cosy, reminds me of the good old days. Anyway, if I’d have had the choice, I would have preferred Andy, boy was he hung!” “God yes, you noticed as well?” “Bit difficult not to when you’re practically tripping over the thing as you dance!” “So true!” Laughed Amy, collapsing backwards in a fit of giggles. “Careful...” cried Katherine but too late, Amy’s glass of wine slopped onto the top of her dress, the red liquid a bright stain against the pale blue material. “Damn, I hope that’ll come out.” “Quick, wash it with some water,” suggested Katherine. Amy got to her feet a little unsteadily and made her way to the kitchen. Standing at the sink, she turned the tap on and scooped up a double handful of water before splashing it onto the top of her dress. The thin material immediately became virtually transparent, clinging to her body, her long nipples visibly stiffening as the cold water hit them. “That didn’t quite work,” giggled Amy, looking at the pink hue still clearly visible in the material. She reached behind her neck, unfastened the halter and quickly slid it down her body to the floor before shoving it into the washing machine. “Hah, now you’ve got multicoloured tits!” laughed Katherine, pointing out where the wine had also soaked into Amy’s lacy bra turning one blue cup a pale turquoise. “So I have, into the wash with that as well” cried Amy before unfastening her bra and throwing it after her dress with a flourish, leaving her stood in just a small, powder blue thong. Katherine found herself staring at her friend’s body. Although she’d seen Amy naked plenty of times during the time they shared a house, that had been a long time ago. Amy’s body had changed little since their university days though, her stomach was still as flat and firm as before but her hips had a little more |
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