*The club*
‘Come on, Maxine!’ Said Rebecca, smiling. She tugged on Max’s hand, the bracelets on her wrist clanking as she dragged Max inside the club.
‘I dunno,’ said Max, pushing a thick ringlet behind her ear. ‘Maybe I’ll just head home.’
‘What?’ said Rebecca, who stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her waist and pouted. Her eyes shone in annoyance. ‘You are coming in here. You are going to dance. And you are going to have a good time,’ she said.
‘But Andrew used to take me here,’ Said Max plaintively.
‘Fuck Andrew,’ said Rebecca. ‘He is an asshole for breaking up with you.’ She looked at Max in her off-the-shoulder black dress, her stiletto boots. She laughed. ‘I mean look at you,’ she said. ‘How could anyone in their right mind want to dump that?’
‘You…you think so?’ Said Max, shyly.
‘Of course,’ said Rebecca. ‘I’ll prove it.’ She turned away from Max. ‘‘Hey,’ said yelled, grabbing two guys that were walking past, one in jeans and a shirt, the other on a baseball cap and hoodie. ‘Is my friend hot?’
They looked at Max, from top to bottom, and she blushed.
‘Hell yeah,’ said the dude in the cap.
‘Damn,’ said the other one. ‘For sure.’ He turned and looked at Rebecca, and checked out her tight-fitting red dress. ‘You look pretty good too…’
‘Yes, ok, whatever,’ said Rebecca rolling her eyes and shooing then off. The guys headed away looking confused. ‘See,’ She said. ‘You are gorgeous, now stop moping and I’m going to get us a drink.’
‘Ok,’ Said Max.
They headed inside. It was mid-evening and the place was already busy. There was a bar beside a sunken dance floor where a few groups of people were dancing. There were a couple of women dancing together too. At first Max thought they were friends, but then their heads leaned together in a kiss that was a lot more than friendly. She caught herself staring and turned away, the heat of a blush rising up her neck.
Rebecca ordered cocktails – Cosmopolitans for the both of them – and the sat and sipped.
‘Were you checking out those girls?’ Said Rebecca.
‘No,’ Said Max, far too quickly, and took a long drink to hide her face.
‘I think you were,’ Rebecca teased, stretching out the embarrassment.
‘I, uh…’ Max was lost for words. ‘I mean I…’
‘Wanna dance?’ Asked Rebecca, saving Max’s tied tongue.
Max sighed. ‘I don’t know, she said. ‘I’m feeling a bit…’
‘Oh shut up,’ said Rebecca pulling her off her stool.
Max squealed and laughed and followed her down the steps.
They danced together for a while, enjoying the music. Max felt good with the buzz of vodka in her, and moving felt good too.
‘Do you see that guy over there looking at you?’ Said Rebecca, after a moment.
Max glanced where she was looking. A black guy was smiling at her from across the dance floor. Their eyes met for a second and he began to head towards her.
‘Oh shit!’ said Max. ‘He’s coming over!’
‘Yes,’ Said Rebecca sarcastically. ‘That’s what guys do when they see a hot girl.’
‘I can’t do it,’ Said Max, her heart suddenly racing.
‘Relax,’ Said Rebecca. ‘He’s not going to quiz you on algebra. He just wants to say hi. You know, like normal humans do?’
‘No seriously I can’t,’ Max said. ‘Christ my palms are sweaty.’ The guy was ten paces away. ‘I’m really sorry, I’m going to the bathroom.’
‘Max!’ Said Rebecca as she moved off. ‘Max, don’t!’ Max felt her fingers slide along her arm but she was out of reach and at the entrance to the bathroom in seconds. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Rebecca shrugging apologetically to the guy, and then start to dance with him.
Max bit her lip. She felt like a terrible friend and felt doubly bad for Rachel having to pick up the pieces when she flaked out. She wished she had just stayed at home rather than making a fool out of herself like this. She looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. One of the women she had seen kissing on the dance floor came out of a cubicle and stood beside her fixing her lipstick.
‘Hey,’ She said in a scratchy voice. ‘Your girlfriend’s cute.’
‘Oh,’ Said Max, ‘you mean Rebecca, she’s not my…’ but the other woman was already on her way back onto the dance floor.
*The diner*
‘So I said to him…’ Rebecca laughed again, so hard she snorted coffee out of her nose. She raised the napkin to her face and she put the fork of apple pie back down on the plate. The cup rattled in its saucer and spilled some more.
‘What?’ Said Max, smiling uncontrollably. They had left the club and gone to an all night diner down the street. For the last five minutes Rachel had been trying to tell her what had happened with the guy, but couldn’t stop laughing.
‘Oh fuck…’ Rachel puffed her cheeks and breathed hard. And then laughed loudly again, so loudly an old couple in the booth across the way both looked up startled. ‘Ok.’ Her fingers gripped the table. ‘Ok.’
‘So he asked me where you went,’ Said Rachel. ‘And I started dancing….’ she put her hands in the air to demonstrate, bit her lip. ‘And then…I…said…’
‘What,’ Said Max. ‘What?!’
‘I said you were on day release from prison…’
‘What?’ It was Max’s turn to spill her coffee.
She nodded, and laughed again. ‘I said you had an electronic tag on and had to get back or else you’d be in trouble.’ She closed her eyes and breathed some more. ‘And he looked down at my ankle to see if I had an electronic tag and then he kind of danced away backwards into the crowd.’ She smiled. ‘You should have seen the look on his face. He thought I was a total crazy.’
‘You are,’ Said Max. She watched Rebecca sip from her cup again, keeping eye contact over the rim. She had thick black eyeliner on that flicked out Egyptian style.
Max’s phone buzzed. She glanced down. Her shoulders slumped.
‘It’s Andrew,’ she said. ‘He says he is staying at the apartment tonight, his buddy kicked him out.’
‘Asshole,’ Said Rebecca. ‘Why don’t you stay at mine?’
‘Really?’ Said Max. ‘I don’t want to be any trouble.’
‘Shut up,’ Rebecca said in a friendly way. ‘I’ve got the place to myself over the weekend, there’s a spare bed and everything.’
‘Well, ok.’ Max went to reply to the message.
‘Don’t,’ Said Rebecca. ‘Don’t give him anything. Come and stay at mine and tomorrow I’m going to hook you up with a locksmith so the fucker can’t get in again.’
Max shook her head and smiled. Rebecca always went for the nuclear option. She liked that. She was so passionately loyal; she took Max’s distress as a personal affront – and it made Max feel lighter.
‘Can I get you kids anything else?’ Said the waitress. She was in her sixties and had thick tortoise-shell glasses and was chewing gum. She looked disapprovingly at the coffee stains on the table.
‘Just the check,’ said Rebecca.
‘You got it, sweetie,’ she said, tearing the page from her pad and taking a second to find a coffee-free spot to put it down. ‘You got man trouble,’ she said to Max, who nodded, surprised. She collected the bills Rebecca put on the table. ‘You’re better off without ‘em,’ she said. ‘God gave you one asshole, and no one needs a second.’ She laughed at her own joke in a forty-cigarettes-a-day kind of way, and walked off. ‘One asshole’s enough,’ she said to anyone who might listen. ‘Ain’t that the truth.’
Rebecca shrugged. The both laughed, and went out into the glow of streetlight.
*The apartment*
‘Well,’ Said Rebecca. She walked straight across the dark lounge to her bedroom and put on a couple of sidelights, opened her laptop and started some music.
She sat on the bed. Max sat a little way off, taking the pins out of her hair. She shook her head and her thick auburn curls fell over her shoulders.
‘You should wear it down more,’ Said Rebecca. ‘I like it.’
‘But it’s so big!’ Said Max. ‘It just gets everywhere.’
‘That’s what’s so fun,’ Said Rebecca, shifting next to her and sinking her hands into it. ‘It’s crazy thick,’ she said. She paused and then began to massage Max’s scalp with her fingers, a steady pressure.
Max exhaled. ‘That’s nice,’ She said closing her eyes. She felt Rebecca move closer behind her and her knees move either side of her hips. Her fingers moved down to the nape of her neck and her shoulders. Rebecca’s hands felt small, different. They stroked down over her shoulders. Then Max felt Rebecca pull the zip at the back of her dress down. She shifted a little and Rebecca began to rub her back. ‘You’re good at this,’ she said.
‘Thanks,’ She said, Rebecca’s voice quiet and surprisingly close to Max’s ear.
As Rebecca pulled away Max felt her lips graze the side of her neck. It felt nice. Max froze for the briefest of seconds and then sighed a little. It was the lightest of touches, passing then gone. Rebecca’s hands went back to her shoulders, and Max felt her small bust press against her back. The Rebecca kissed Max again.
Her lips touched her below her ear, at the angle of her jawline. A long, soft kiss that lingered. No accident. Max’s heart began to beat faster. She had never thought about Rebecca in that way before. In a way that brought forth images of curves, of eyes closed in passion, of fingers digging into white sheets. Her mind raced with thoughts and questions. Should she do it? What would it mean for their friendship? Max turned her head to look at Rebecca. There was a question in Rebecca’s expression, an invitation, and beneath that a hunger. Max did not give voice to any of the questions she had. Instead she leaned forward and kissed Rebecca on the lips.
It was new in so many ways. Rebecca’s lips were smaller, firmer than then men Max had kissed before. The hand that moved across her waist to her abdomen was lighter, more forgiving. She moaned quietly as she realised how much she wanted this and how she had never realised. Max turned so she faced her friend and kissed her again, more passionately, opening her mouth to feel Rebecca’s tongue against her own, the bottom of her ribs beneath one hand, the back of her neck in the other.
‘Fuck,’ said Rebecca, pulling away for a second.
‘Yeah,’ said Max and kissed her cheek and her mouth again.
As they kissed Rebecca took the shoulders of Max’s dressed and gently pulled. With the zip open it fell down, tumbling over her arms to her waist, leaving her in her small lace bra. She felt Rebecca’s hand on her breast, squeezing her through the material, her thumb running across her hardening nipple.
Rebecca teased. ‘You want to see,’ she said, lifting her eyebrows a little as she reached behind her to undo her own dress.
Max nodded, edged away a little to get a better view.
Rebecca kept her gaze as she loosened the red shift. She shrugged it down to her waist. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Max looked at her small breasts. She leaned forward instinctively to kiss them. Rebecca’s skin was incredibly soft, still with the faint scent of perfume. Max took one of her nipples into her mouth and felt Rebecca’s nails comb and grip her hair. She sucked on the nipple harder and moved to the other as Rebecca encouraged her and undid the clasp of her bra.
Max shuddered as Rebecca reached and cupped her breast in her hand. It felt good, and far naughtier than when she had let a boy do it for the first time. She felt shy and so sexy all at once. She gasped as she felt Rebecca’s fingers squeeze her, firmly and slowly, and more than a little proprietorially.
She sat up and the kissed again but now their naked chests touched. They both pressed forwards against each other, encouraged by the sensation of warm naked skin. Rebecca lifted herself a little and slid her dress down over her knees leaving her in her white low-cut panties and Max copied, leaving her in a black thong with a lace trim.
‘You are so fucking hot,’ said Rebecca, as she kissed Max and caught her lip briefly between her teeth then pushed her onto her back on the bed.
Max squealed and began to laugh as Rebecca, six inches shorter than her, pinned her hands above her head. Her laugh broke when Rebecca kissed her breasts. She drew breath and moaned and she exhaled, naturally, honestly as she felt hot lips close on her skin, the flick of a tongue that made her squirm and raise her hips.
As she moved Rebecca’s leg went between hers, her thighs pressed apart. And as she arched her back in lust her pussy rubbed against Rebecca through the fabric of her panties. Their eyes met as her hips moved once more, slower, further, and Rebecca increased pressure in response.
As they kissed again Max felt Rebecca’s palm flat on her belly, fingers pointing down, moving steadily until she lifted the band of her thong. She felt Rebecca continue, through the trim hair of her mound, towards the place where no woman had ever touched before. She wanted it so badly but she didn’t dare move, frozen in the thought she might somehow spoil the moment or do something wrong. Rebecca needed no more encouragement. Her manicured forefinger slid between Max’s lips and touched her wetness.
‘Fuck,’ said Rebecca, smiling. Max kept her arms above her head. Her breasts pressed up against Rebecca as she breathed deep. She whimpered as she felt the finger draw back up to the hood of her clit and rub up and down then in a circle. The carried on like that for a moment, Rebecca touching her, rubbing her. She looked at their bodies together, and Rebecca bit her lip and kissed her neck. Then her clavicle and her breast. And her bellybutton.
She moved down further until she was between Max’s legs and spread them open. Max lay back on the pillows as she felt her touch her again, felt her panties pushed to the side. Rebecca kissed her legs, her inner thighs until Max felt her breath and the brush of her hair against her belly.
Then Rebecca used her tongue and lips. She kissed Max’s pussy, each side and then on the clit and then, hungrily, sunk her tongue into her.
‘Oh god that’s incredible…’ Max threw her head back and grabbed Rebecca’s hair as Max brought her fingers to join her mouth, sliding one inside Max and moving slowly as she built a rhythm with her tongue on her hood.
She had never felt anything like it. Men had eaten her out before but never this. It was better than good: it felt like Rebecca knew her. She sensed when to speed up and slow down. When to reach up to take Max’s breast in her hand and when to reach under her to lift her ass and hips. She felt herself getting closer to orgasm. A familiar heat that rose up her chest and throat, a delicious kind of intensity as the world closed in around her, narrowing to the sensation of tongue and fingers, the sound of breath. She was squirming, and she could feel how wet she was.
Max glanced down and saw Rebecca, her ass in the air, her white panties framing the shape of her perfectly. And she wanted to take them off so badly.
She took Rebecca’s arm and pulled a little so she came up for a kiss. Their communication didn’t need words.
‘Don’t you want more?’ Said Rebecca’s expression.
‘Yes, but I want you too,’ Said Max’s.
Max got onto her elbow then crawled round behind Rebecca, who didn’t try to move but instead lowered her shoulders and watched. Max knelt on the bed and took Rebecca’s panties in both hands and pulled them down to her thighs. Her shaven pussy was exposed, pink and a little parted already. Max waited. The desire was unbearable but she let the sweet tension build a moment more.
Then she did what her friend had done to her, spreading her open and tasting her. Rebecca tasted sweet and Max wasted no time in sliding her finger inside.
‘Oh fuck,’ said Rebecca. ‘More, use two.’
Max our a second finger inside and began to thrust. She could see Rebecca’s face and felt her fingers join hers to rub her clit. There was something about the sight that made Max shudder and made her touch herself. She felt her own wetness and copied Rebecca’s pace. Rebecca’s eyes were screwed shut, her mouth open in a silent O of pleasure her fingers moving furiously fast.
‘Tongue,’ Said Rebecca. ‘Please, fuck…’
Max moved her face back eagerly, hungrily, and Rebecca’s moans increased in volume and urgency. She felt her thighs tense and felt her push against her face.
‘Oh god, I’m going to…’ Rebecca’s whole body shuddered once as she began to cum, her fingers stopping and starting as Max continued to eat her. She slowed and pulled back an inch to watch Rebecca flutter her spare hand to her breast, her ass cheek, her face, drawing invisible lines of lust across her body. She collapsed onto her side and Max followed into her open arms.
Before they even kissed Rebecca rolled Max onto her back and pushed her panties down and began to touch her again. Max could feel the boiling heat of Rebecca’s body, her fingers back in her wetness. Then she found it, a rhythm that worked for Max. She pushed her legs together and opened them again; she drew in her hips and Rebecca followed, pushed them up and she pressed back against her.
‘Ohh…’ Max’s moan was different, deeper. She grabbed hold of Rebecca’s upper arm, pressed her face against her breast. ‘Oh god…’ she saw a brightness behind her closed eyelids. She struggled, thrashed against the sheet, against the fingers that were drawing her higher. ‘Oh fuck…’
Max began to cum. She cried out once, sharply, and she shuddered, her knees lifting and trapping Rebecca’s hand. Her mouth open against Rebecca’s chest. The universe folded inside out and she had a sense of falling without falling, of zero gravity. And then she was back, Rebecca kissing her and her hands on Rebecca’s waist and hips and their bodies tangled in close satisfaction.
*Afterglow*
They lay there together for a while, in the warm and listening to the music. Rebecca got up and brought Max some pyjamas and a toothbrush. They got clean and found each other back in bed. Under the cover they embraced and kissed again and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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