(Read Fiery Heat Part 1)
“Do you want anything to drink?”
Daisy’s refusal was flat. I heard her feet scuff on the floor as she drew closer behind me. I didn’t dare to turn around.
“I’ll just finish clearing up the boys’ mess,” I said, picking up sweet wrappers and Pringles tubes with nervous fingers. Every movement felt like it was going to be my last. “Then I’ll take you home.”
“I don’t want to go home.”
I laughed. What else was I supposed to do?
“Don’t pretend you don’t know why I came tonight.”
“I thought you wanted to…” I forgot what I was going to say as I felt her fingers brush my hips, her arms sliding around my waist, holding me.
“Bonnie,” she said, simply, and I felt her head lean against my back.
I became aware of the tension between my legs, the way I was squeezing my pelvic muscles tight against the tide that threatened to break loose if I moved even an inch. My nipples tingled, suddenly sensitive. My breathing was shallow. I was frozen to the spot.
She pulled back, just slightly. “Please tell me I haven’t misread this.”
“No.” The word fell from my dry lips almost before she’d finished her sentence.
“So you fancy me?”
I felt myself flush at the phrasing. Fancy her. It reminded me of whispers in corridors, giggles and teasing.
“Please say you do.”
“I’ve never done-”
“That’s OK. But you do fancy me?”
“Yes.” I nodded. Hearing myself say the word out loud made my heart flutter. What was I doing?
Again, her arms went tight around my waist, her head leaned against me. “I’m horny. I want to fuck you tonight. But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”
I squeezed my legs together. The longing in her voice made it difficult to concentrate. I’d never, ever…I mean, I had a couple of boyfriends before, but I was never one to ‘put out’. There had been girls in my life, beautiful girls, but I’d never considered the idea that it could develop into more than friendship. I questioned myself for a moment. Had I been attracted to any of them?
“It’s OK, Bonnie, I’m not going to pressure you. I’ll go home. But maybe we could grab a bite to eat sometime?”
“I don’t want you to go home,” I said.
I turned around, met her eyes. She was shorter than me by six inches or more. I’d have to lean down if I wanted to…
As our lips met, my breath disappeared. She wrapped her arms around my neck and drew herself into the kiss, gently pressing her tongue between my lips, and that was when I lost it. I felt the damp leak from my pussy, panicked and tried to pull away, but Daisy tightened her grip and I relented, wrapping my arms around her. As one, we stumbled through to the living room and fell onto the sofa, her laying on top of me, staring into my eyes, each of us stealing desperate kisses.
To be continued…
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