Chapter 4
Back when I was in college, my favorite friend was Claudia—think of a girl who was totally wild! She was always up for parties and bars. She had this contagious energy and a gorgeous body with bright green eyes that contrasted beautifully with her tan skin and curly hair.
She was my party buddy; we'd go out together and hook up with all the guys, but I'd never seen her with other girls. We'd never really talked about it seriously—I didn't even know what she thought about that. It was curious, 'cause we talked about everything but never touched on that.
A guy from class invited the whole group over to his place for drinks, and off we went, looking hot as always! I was in my usual shorts, and she was stunning and sexy in a green dress. That night, it was settled that she wouldn't drink 'cause she'd be driving me home—we always took turns with that.
The little party was a lot of fun. She hooked up with a guy, and I did with two—nothing much to say about it; they were just regular dudes, acting like cocky boys strutting around, you know? Easy to forget, but I gotta admit the second one was pretty damn hot.
Around two, the party wound down, and we headed out in the car, chatting about the night, spilling the gossip, and talking about the guys we'd hooked up with. I was a bit drunk and kept going on about how I regretted not bringing hookup number two back home, complaining that I'd end the night with just a shower, and she, being sober, laughed with that amazing smile of hers.
We got to my place, and when the car was parked in the garage and we were about to get out, we burst into laughter 'cause the garage light went out! It wasn't really that funny, I know, but we cracked up anyway. The laughter cut off into an awkward silence, and things got tense all of a sudden. I noticed she looked thoughtful. I didn't pay much attention 'cause she hadn't drunk anything and I can be an annoying drunk, you know? So I started chattering away, yelling in the car that I wanted to kiss someone!
And to my surprise, in a shaky voice, she said:
"Kiss me!"
This dummy here thought it was a joke, and I leaned over for a quick peck, but she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me for real—it wasn't a peck. The hot touch of her lips and the taste of her mouth lit me up hard and fast. I just thought—Fuck, what's happening? No guilt, I gave in.
The kisses got more intense; my mouth went to her neck while my hand roamed her body. She shifted in the seat, spreading her legs a little, and guided my hand to her crotch. I got it and didn't waste time—I pulled her panties right off. I hadn't noticed, but one of my tits was already out of my top, and I only realized when she pushed me back and her mouth went straight to my nipple. On her first lick, my soul nearly left my body through that hard peak on my chest. Her hand found my other breast, and she switched between them, squeezing, licking, and sucking in a way that drove me wild with lust.
Our makeout session felt like a fight—two active women wanting to pleasure each other. Two pairs of bare tits rubbing together, sweat already covering our bodies, the taste turning salty. My hand between her legs found the spot on her wet pussy, and my shorts and panties were tossed on the car floor. She reclined the passenger seat and spread my legs wide, going straight for my clit with no foreplay. I felt her hot mouth, her wet tongue licking me, and in that moment, my body arched all the way back. The pleasure hit like a crashing wave sweeping through me—I trembled, I ground against her, I squeezed one of my tits hard and pulled her hair. Her fingers invaded me; I don't know how many exactly, but they hit the exact spot, precise.
I came, hard and intense. My moan was a stifled scream in the silence of the parking lot.
I grabbed her shoulders hard and pulled her to where I was lying. It was clumsy—the car was tight, and we bumped into everything. I spread her legs, ran my fingers over her plump lips, felt the wetness, caressed her inner folds, getting turned on myself. I watched her breathing, the slight twist of her body, the look of pleasure on her face. I massaged her intensely with moments of lightness until her eyes flew open, showing the whites, her face trembling, her mouth barely closing as she let out moans and commanding words.
"Go! Like that! Faster..."
The car windows were all fogged up, and the darkness of the parking lot meant no one could see what was going down in there. And inside the vehicle, I ate her with pleasure, riding her until I felt her shaking beneath me. She writhed and turned to the side, embarrassed, pulling out the finger that had been pressing hard against my asshole.
We stayed like that, kissing and lightly caressing each other, stroking each other's tits and pussies for a few minutes until our fire died down. We got dressed and took the elevator up to the apartment.
That was our first time together, and there were plenty more after. If you want, I can tell you about some.