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You and Anna are having a quiet girls’ night — drinking wine, eating chocolate and watching a movie. You like hanging out and chatting (well, gossiping, you’d have to admit) and after a while you’re snuggled on the couch in comfy leggings with your feet up.
“I like this wine,” says Anna, taking another sip of Prosecco. Then she giggles. “These bubbles are tickling my nose.”
“You’re so cute,” you say, in an offhand manner that hopefully makes it sound like it’s just an observation.
“So what movie did you get?”
You reach for the remote. “I thought I’d try something different tonight. I thought maybe you’d like it.”
“Oooh, I’m intrigued,” laughs Anna.
You hesitate for a moment, then take a deep breath. “Okay, then.” You press play on the remote.
You watch for a few minutes. After a while, Anna feels compelled to ask, “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.”
You keep watching, stealing sideways glances at Anna. Then her eyes get wider and wider as realization dawns. “Hey, this is lesbian porn!”
“Um, no it’s not,” you say, 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 Anna.
“Just keep watching,” you suggest. “There’s a bit coming up that I really think you’ll like.”
“Er, okay…”
You watch for a little while longer in silence. Anna’s eyes are glued to the screen. After a while she draws her knees together and for a millisecond you notice a little wet patch in the crotch of her leggings. The silence starts to become oppressive — you can even hear Anna breathing beside you — and thankfully she speaks up again.
“Babe, 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.”
You twist on the couch to face Anna and place a hand on her knee. “Okay, you got me. But do you like it?”
Anna tears her eyes from the action on the screen, briefly glances at your hand that has started inching up from her knee to her thigh, then locks eyes with you. She’s so pretty, and smells so sweet, and she’s warm, and you lean closer, and closer, and…
“It’s okay… uh… I mean it might be having an effect…” Anna stammers, and you smile, and suddenly your hand is high on her inner thigh and she’s moving her legs apart.
“Is it having an effect… here?” you ask, placing your hand on the snug gusset of Anna’s lululemons. You can feel the heat and dampness, and thus encouraged, you lean in for a kiss.
Anna gasps as your lips press against hers, but her mouth opens to allow your probing tongue and you both fall into a steamy embrace, tasting the sweet wine in each others’ mouths. You start rubbing Anna’s mound with your whole hand, then graduate to pressing your index finger into the enticing groove you can feel though the leggings.
“Oh fuck,” moans Anna into your mouth. You can’t tell whether it means “this feels sooooo good,” or whether it’s, “oh shit, I’m doing lesbian stuff!”
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” you whisper, your lips kissing their way around the soft skin of Anna’s neck and ear as your constantly-roaming hand sneaks down under the waistband of Anna’s activewear.
Things must be going a little too fast for Anna as she grabs the offending wrist and puts your hand up her T-shirt and on to her bare breast instead. You smirk. You had suggested earlier that you both remove your bras so you could be more comfortable, and that just paid off in spades.
You shift closer, gently squeezing Anna’s tit and tweaking her stiff nipple, then get a leg over so that you’re half on top of her. You keep kissing and start to get a little more passionate, grinding your crotch against Anna’s knee.
Your blood is racing, your head swimming, and your pussy creaming itself like crazy. Anna must feel the same as all resistance fades away and she grabs your ass and squeezes it tight as you hump her leg.
Soon you’re both panting and moaning louder than the starlets on the screen and Anna’s hand has slid into the back of your pants, clutching at an exposed ass cheek bared by the skimpy G-string you’re wearing underneath. You release Anna’s well-fondled boob and make another attempt to slip your hand down the front of her leggings. This time she lets you, making no attempt to stop your probing fingers from pushing her knickers to the side and delving into her slippery wet folds. She shudders as you locates her hard little bud and she clutches at your butt harder.
“I wanna eat you,” you pant, and there’s a sudden flurry of movement as you roughly tug Anna’s pants down her calves and throw them across the room. Now you’re staring between her legs, you’ve tugged her panties up and over to the side, her sweet pussy is exposed, and before you know it she has her hand on the back of your head, her fingers in your hair, and you’re pressing your tongue into her groove.
“Mmm mmm…” you sigh, enjoying the sweet taste of freshly-soaped girly bits. Anna had thought it a bit strange that you suggested you both shower earlier, but it was another master stroke of yours. You’re a bit of a schemer, aren’t you?
You explore deeper, your tongue probing between Anna’s inner lips, then you stiffen it and jab at her entrance, penetrating her and making her shiver. Your nose is pressed against Anna’s little clit, all erect and peeking out from its hood, and your slither your tongue up to meet it. Anna tenses, feeling jolts of electricity as your tongue flicks over her bud.
“Oh wow, oh wow,” sighs Anna. You seal your mouth around her nubbin and suck on it gently, drawing it further out. “Oh WOW!” cries Anna, then “Eeek!” as an orgasm strikes her completely unannounced. You keep your face pressed between Anna’s twitching thighs until it’s over, then pull back and look up with pussy juice and a grin plastered on your face.
Anna’s face is 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.
You get up and hug her, then whisper in her ear. “Do you want to go to bed?”
Anna 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, Anna… do you fancy doing that?” you ask, and you both scream with laughter.
The End
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