Karly stared at the paint then glanced up at her bedroom wall. Two cans. It seemed as if it wouldn't cover the whole room, but Karly may by surprised. She had called up her pretty good work friend Nicole to help her out, she was a very "do it yourself" kind of girl. She loved working with her hands and doing a bunch of artsy fartsy stuff. Karly thought it would be a great idea to have Nicole come by and help her with this, plus she knew absolutely nothing about anything. The second reason why Karly asked Nicole to come by was because she secretly had the biggest crush on her. Though Nicole had a boyfriend and seemed totally straight, Karly could not help to be extremely attracted to her. Nicole was a charmer; charismatic, humorous, beautiful, athletic, slender, smooth skin, great shape. Nicole was almost perfect. She couldn't be completely perfect, since no one ever is.
Karly walked out of her room and down the stairs passing by a full-length mirror. She stopped to check herself out, she wanted to look attractive to Nicole, but in a casual way. So that Nicole doesn't know that Karly is trying to get her attention. She was wearing a black tank-top and light-brown short-shorts from levis. They were quite comfy and fit around her hips in a snug sort of way. It also shaped her bum nice and perfectly. Her golden tanned legs were waxed before, but she shaved them in the shower earlier just to be sure. The thought of Nicole even brushing her hands against her legs was getting Karly quite worked up. Taking a deep breath she walked away from the mirror and sat on the couch. At first, she was just starring at the clock, soon after she was starting to imagine all the things she could do with Nicole. It was making her wet but she refused to go as far as masturbate, not when Nicole was on her way, and may be here any minute.
But that just made it more exciting.
Karly laid across the couch and let her hand gently slip into her panties. She was just imagining the way Nicole's face would look while they were intimate. How would she sound during an orgasm? What will she say? Or will she scream? Will she want more? Would she be up for it? Would she break up with her boyfriend and become a lesbian and stay with Karly? All the thoughts were pacing around in her skull as she pressed down on her clit, rubbing slowly at first. As it was getting harder she went faster, and faster, and pressed harder. Just as the orgasm was coming along she heard three hard knocks on the door.
Karly jumped out of her fantasies and ran to the door.