Chapter 4

Back in college, my favorite friend was Claudia — what a total wild child! She was always up for parties and hitting the bars. She had this infectious energy and a smoking hot body, with bright green eyes that popped against her tan skin and curly hair.

She was my party partner in crime — 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 stuff. Weird, since we chatted about everything, but we’d never touched on it.

A guy from class invited the whole group over to his place for drinks, so off we went, looking fine as hell like always! I was in my usual shorts, and she was looking amazing and sexy in a green dress. We’d agreed that night she wouldn’t drink ‘cause she was driving me home — we always took turns with that.

The little party was a blast. She made out with a guy, and I hooked up with two — nothing much to tell, just regular dudes acting like peacocks, you know? Easy to forget, but I gotta admit the second one was pretty damn tasty.

Around two, the party wrapped up, and we headed out in the car, chatting about the night, spilling the gossip, and dishing on the guys we’d been with. I was kinda buzzed and going on about how I regretted not bringing hookup number two back home, complaining that I’d end the night with just a cold shower. She, being sober, was cracking up with that killer smile of hers.

We pulled into the garage of my building and were getting ready to get out of the car when we both cracked up ‘cause the garage light went out! Not really that funny, I know, but we lost it anyway. The laughter cut off into this awkward silence, and things got tense all of a sudden. I noticed she looked thoughtful. I didn’t think much of it since she hadn’t been drinking and I can be an annoying drunk, you know? So I started babbling, yelling in the car that I wanted to kiss somebody!

And to my surprise, in a kinda choked voice, she said:

“Kiss me!”

This dummy here thought it was a joke, so I leaned over for a quick peck, but she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me for real — not some little smooch. The hot touch of her lips and the taste of her mouth lit me up hard and fast. I was just thinking — 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 bit, and guided my hand to her crotch. I got the hint and didn’t waste time — I yanked her panties right off. I hadn’t noticed, but one of my tits was already out of my top, and I only realized when I felt her push me back and her mouth went straight for my nipple. On that first lick, my soul nearly left my body through my tit. Her hand found the other breast, and she switched between them, squeezing, licking, and sucking in a way that drove me fucking crazy with lust.

Our makeout session felt like a fight — two active women dying to pleasure each other. Two pairs of bare tits rubbing together, sweat 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 my 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 right then my body arched all the way back. The pleasure hit like a shockwave sweeping through me — I was shaking, grinding, squeezing one tit hard and pulling her hair. Her fingers invaded me — I don’t know how many exactly, but they hit the exact spot, surgical.

I came, hard and intense. My moan was a scream caught 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, stroked her inner folds, getting myself all worked up. 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. And inside the car, I ate her with pleasure, riding her until I felt her shaking under me. She writhed and turned to the side, all shy and embarrassed, and pulled out her finger that had been pressing hard on my asshole.

We stayed there 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.