Sandra and Laura are having a quiet girls’ night — drinking wine, eating chocolate and watching a movie. They like hanging out and chatting (well, gossiping, they’d have to admit) and after a while they’re snuggled on the couch in comfy leggings with their feet up.
“I like this wine,” says Sandra, taking another sip of Prosecco. Then she giggles. “These bubbles are tickling my nose.”
“You’re so cute,” says Laura, in an offhand manner that makes it sound like it’s just an observation.
“So what movie did you get?”
Laura reaches for the remote. “I thought I’d try something different tonight. I thought maybe you’d like it.”
“Oooh, I’m intrigued,” laughs Sandra.
Laura hesitates for a moment, gives Sandra a strange look, then takes a deep breath. “Okay, then.” She presses play on the remote.
They watch for a few minutes. After a while, Sandra feels compelled to mention, “Laura, is this one of those ‘so bad it’s funny’ movies? Because these two chicks can’t act for shit.”
“It gets better, trust me.”
“Okay, because I don’t think I’m drunk enough to appreciate it yet.”
They keep watching. Then Sandra’s eyes get wider and wider as realization dawns. “Laura, this is lesbian porn!”
“Um, no it’s not,” says Laura, looking innocently up at the ceiling.
“They’re kissing, and the blonde one has her fingers right up the short one’s snatch. I’m pretty sure this is lesbian porn,” insists Sandra.
“Just keep watching,” suggests Laura. “There’s a bit coming up that I really think you’ll like.”
“Er, okay…”
They watch for a little while longer in silence. Sandra becomes acutely aware of Laura’s close proximity, as well as an excited little feeling in her tummy and a disconcerting wet feeling in her panties. She draws her knees together, concerned that the dampness might soak through to her leggings and become a visible wet patch. The silence starts to become oppressive — she can even hear Laura breathing beside her — so she feels she has to speak up again.
“Laura, this is definitely lesbian porn. They’re totally sixty-nining each other, and there is absolutely no way that the blonde is old enough to be the other one’s mother.”
Laura twists on the couch to face Sandra and places a hand on her knee. “Okay, you got me. But do you like it?”
Sandra tears her eyes from the action on the screen, briefly glances at the hand that has started inching up from her knee to her thigh, then locks eyes with Laura. She finds herself unable to look away. Laura’s so pretty, and smells so sweet, and she’s warm, and she’s getting closer, and closer, and…
“It’s okay… uh… I mean it might be having an effect…” she stammers, and Laura smiles, and suddenly that hand is alarmingly high on Sandra’s inner thigh and her legs are parting almost of their own accord.
“Is it having an effect… here?” asks Laura, and her hand is suddenly on the snug gusset of Sandra’s lululemons. She can feel the heat and dampness, and thus encouraged, she leans in for a kiss.
Sandra gasps as Laura’s lips press against hers, but her mouth opens to allow the other girl’s probing tongue and they fall into a steamy embrace, tasting the sweet wine in each others’ mouths. Laura starts rubbing Sandra’s mound with her whole hand, then graduates to pressing her index finger into the enticing groove she can feel though the leggings.
“Oh fuck,” moans Sandra into Laura’s mouth. It’s an involuntary exclamation with a couple of meanings. The first is “this feels sooo good,” and the second is, “oh shit, I’m doing lesbian stuff!”
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” whispers Laura, her soft lips kissing their way around Sandra’s neck and ear as her constantly-roaming hand sneaks down under the waistband of Sandra’s activewear.
Things are going a little too fast and Sandra isn’t quite ready for a finger up her pussy, no matter how wet it might be getting, so she grabs the offending wrist and puts Laura’s hand in the only place she can think of in the moment — up her T-shirt and on to her bare breast. Oh yeah, that’s right — Laura had suggested they discard their bras earlier in the night, so they could be more comfortable. Hmm, thinking about it now, that might’ve been a clue as to her intentions.
Laura shifts closer, gently squeezing Sandra’s tit and tweaking her stiff nipple, then gets a leg over so that she’s half on top of the other girl. They keep kissing and Laura starts to get a little more passionate, grinding her crotch against Sandra’s knee.
Sandra’s blood is racing, her head swimming, and her pussy creaming itself like crazy. All resistance fades away as she decides, “Fuck it, I’m clearly into this. Let’s totally lesbian-bang each other. All girls do it, right?” Then she grabs Laura’s ass and squeezes it tight as Laura humps her leg.
Soon the two girls are panting and moaning louder than the starlets on the screen and Sandra’s hand has slid into the back of Laura’s pants, clutching at an exposed ass cheek bared by the skimpy G-string she’s wearing underneath. Laura releases Sandra’s well-fondled boob and makes another attempt to slip her hand down the front of Sandra’s leggings. This time Sandra lets her, making no attempt to stop Laura’s probing fingers from pushing her knickers to the side and delving into her slippery wet folds. She shudders as Laura locates her hard little bud and she clutches at Laura’s butt harder.
“I wanna eat you,” pants Laura, and there’s a sudden flurry of movement as Sandra finds her pants roughly tugged down her calves and thrown across the room. Now she’s staring down at the top of Laura’s head, her panties are tugged up and over to the side, her bald pussy exposed to Laura’s eager gaze, and before she knows it she has her hand on the back of Laura’s head, fingers in her soft hair, as Laura’s tongue presses into her groove.
“Mmm mmm…” goes Laura, and Sandra smiles, happy that her girly bits are fresh and yummy from the showers that Laura suggested they each take earlier… Hey, hang on, that was deliberate too, wasn’t it? Dammit Laura!
Laura explores deeper, her tongue probing between Sandra’s inner lips, then stiffening and jabbing at her entrance, penetrating her and making her shiver. Her nose is pressed against Sandra’s little clit, all erect and peeking out from its hood, and she slithers her tongue up to meet it. Sandra tenses, feeling jolts of electricity as Laura’s tongue flicks over her bud.
“Oh wow, oh wow,” sighs Sandra. Laura seals her mouth around her nubbin and sucks on it gently, drawing it further out. “Oh WOW!” cries Sandra, then “Eeek!” as an orgasm strikes her completely unannounced. Laura keeps her face pressed between Sandra’s twitching thighs until it’s over, then pulls back and looks up with pussy juice and a grin plastered on her face.
Sandra feels her face turning red and she quickly draws her legs up, curling into a ball. “Oh god, oh my god, I can’t believe I let you do that to me!” she giggles, hiding her face in her hands.
Laura gets up and hugs her, then whispers in her ear. “Do you want to go to bed?”
Sandra bites her lip and nods. “Yeah, I think I’d like to return the favor. And… um… do some other stuff…”
On the television screen, the blonde has tied her ‘daughter’ face-down on the bed, ball-gagged her and is busy plunging a massive strap-on dildo in and out of her ass.
“So, Sandra… do you fancy doing that?” asks Laura, and they both scream with laughter.
