The Camgirl Part XXI: A Kiss Between Friends [FF]

**XXI: Blake**

Irony was the perfect word to describe Blake’s Friday night. Unlike the past few weeks, she hadn’t gone out, and she had finished up all her classwork for the weekend early. She didn’t have a show until tomorrow, and she was in no mood to game. Instead, Liam occupied Blake’s thoughts, and the stupid boy wasn’t even there!

Stupid Liam had been on her mind since the annoyingly wonderful disaster that had been last weekend, and neither he nor Marie had helped much.

Liam had been his wonderfully sweet self whenever they walked to and from class, or whenever he was over here. She was no longer able to hold back as much from hugging him whenever she could make up an excuse. That he hugged her whenever he saw her only encouraged her brain to continue. Every time she had her arms around him, Blake’s hands had itched to squeeze the muscles of his back. Or just squeeze his ass. He had stayed over and made dinner for them all—even Sophie—two nights this week, and that hadn’t helped either.

Marie, on the other hand, had been strangely friendly, sitting and talking or eating or doing homework together when Blake wasn’t doing shows, and asking how her shows had gone when she realized Blake had just finished one. They had also ended up showing together.

A lot.

They hadn’t repeated Saturday night’s strange experience in the shower, but Marie was always flirty and found an excuse to wash Blake’s backside. Her hands always seemed to linger on Blake’s ass, and Marie had no problem being completely naked in front of Blake anymore, though she usually wore at least a towel when not in the bathroom. Or one of Liam’s big T-shirts that he’d left over. Blake *was* a bit chagrinned over how jealous that sight made her feel. That, and the fact that she’d been tempted to go into Marie’s room and find one to steal when she was out. That would be fun to try and explain.

Marie, unfortunately, was the biggest part of Blake’s dilemma. That Liam’s girlfriend was her roommate was bad enough, but Blake and Marie had been close when they’d first met, and now they were far closer, growing more so every day. If Liam’s girlfriend had just been some random person Blake had never met, she didn’t think she would feel as guilty at some of the ideas that had passed through her mind over the last few days as she tried to find a solution for her problem. One of which had been to simply pull Liam aside after class one day and tell how him she felt and that she would fuck him until his dick couldn’t get hard anymore if he simply broke up with his girlfriend and asked to spend the night with her. That didn’t work so well when that girl was her friend and roommate. And because Liam was such an annoyingly good person.

A knock at Blake’s door pulled her from her thoughts. She gave the door a curious glance before striding over to open it. Marie smiled at her from the other side.

“What’s up?” Blake asked. Marie was very dressed up, wearing an orange slip dress that stopped just inches below her ass and clung to her slim figure. She’d done up her smoky eyes to complement the dress’s color, though it didn’t look like she had done anything with her hair yet, as it was pulled back in a messy ponytail, “Going out tonight?”

Marie shrugged, “I was supposed to with Liam and a few of his friends, but he mixed up the due dates on two projects of his and had to cancel on me.”

Blake snorted. That explained a few sporadic texts she’d gotten from him today.

“You look like you’re planning on going without him,” Blake observed.

“I was actually hoping you would go with me,” Marie said, “I haven’t been out dancing in a while, and I always had fun when we would go out together.”

Blake pursed her lips for a moment. She hadn’t really wanted to go out again so soon, but she hadn’t really planned on doing anything else…

Marie flashed big puppy-dog eyes at her, and Blake sighed, “Fine, you win. You okay going to a gay club, though? Less guys there to recognize me and the girls that do are usually less creepy.”

Marie smiled, “No problem. I can make sure everyone thinks you’re taken if you’d like.”

Blake felt her cheeks heat a bit at that, and saw Marie’s do the same, wondering what exactly her friend had in mind.

Marie opened her mouth as if to say something then, but snapped it shut a moment later.

“What?”

“Can I dress you up and do your make-up?” Marie asked.

Blake laughed, “Sure, come on in. I should have something in here that I can wear.”

***

A few hours later, Blake found herself being buffeted by the smell of sweat and alcohol and the rhythmic pounding of a boosted bass. She and Marie sipped at the last of some drinks they legally shouldn’t have been allowed, but the older girls that had bought them the drinks hadn’t cared about that. Those girls also hadn’t touched the drinks, which had been Blake’s main concern. She had no illusions that women could be just as disgusting as men.

Blake’s main source of entertainment so far tonight had been Marie. She didn’t get too embarrassed about getting hit on by girls anymore–not like she once would have–but her eyes had shot wide open when Tina, one of the girls that bought them drinks, had come up behind her and started dancing with Marie. The blonde wasn’t yet used to that level of flirting from the same sex. Blake wondered what reaction she would get if she told Marie that she was wearing a plug in her ass. She had a show the next day and had worn one of the larger ones to help warm her ass up. Depending on how she felt after the club, she might even wear it to sleep.

A glance at her friend told Blake that Marie had finished her drink, and she downed the rest of her own, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth that spread out from her stomach. She had no intention of getting to the level she’d been when she’d met that brunette, but one drink was occasionally nice in helping her relax.

Thinking of that nameless brunette, however, sent shivers down Blake’s spine, and she felt a little spark in her pussy at the memories that followed. The brunette had been transparent enough with her offer, but Blake didn’t think she could do that. She’d gone out to clubs to meet someone to have sex with, but she’d never specifically gone over to someone’s place for sex alone, and she didn’t think she was anywhere near ready for that.

“You want to go back out?” Blake asked, leaning close to Marie so her friend could hear.

Marie’s eyes were a little wide as she glanced at the dance floor, so Blake shot her what she hoped was a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t get hit on like that again this time.”

Before Marie could respond, Blake took her friend’s hand and led her back out onto the dance floor. When she found a spot that wasn’t too crowded, she pulled spun the girl around and pulled Marie’s ass into her hips.

“This alright?” she asked as she began moving her hips to the music. Their height difference didn’t allow her to get close enough to Marie’s ear not to yell, but Blake caught a nod from her friend, and Marie began moving her hips along with Blake’s.

Songs passed as they let themselves just move to the music and have fun. They switched places a few times, and Blake teased Marie by bending at the ass and twerking a bit. When she popped back up to look at Marie, her friend’s face made her burst out in laughter, and Blake dared her to try the same.

A few more girls and even a guy approached the two of them throughout the night, and Blake just grinned at them as she pulled Marie close to her and let her hands run over the other girl’s body. Marie blushed furiously the first few times, but by the last few, she was playing along, turning around to face back and bury Blake’s head in her neck or squeeze Blake’s ass.

The last time, she buried her own face in Blake’s neck and gave her a few nips and kisses. Blake shivered at the unexpected contact, unable to deny how good it felt, or how much she liked Marie’s hands on her ass. Both reminded her of the plug lodged firmly in her ass, and how its weight pressed at the ring of muscles encircling the clenching shaft.

When Marie straightened, her eyes locked with Blake’s. They seemed to pull Blake in. Before Blake realized it, her lips were mashing against Marie’s, tongue dancing with the blonde’s. Shivers tightened Blake’s skin, making her hairs stand on end. The feel of Marie’s soft wet lips against her own, the feel of her friend’s hands on her body, took her mind back to that night in the shower. She’d felt comfortable then, and each touch had electrified Blake’s senses.

Pulling back to breath, Blake shared a heavy-lidded gaze with Marie, and some sense returned to her.

“Sorry,” she breathed, “I shouldn’t have–”

Blake squeaked as Marie caught her by surprise with a quick peck on the lips. The blonde grinned when she pulled back before leaning in to whisper in Blake’s ear, “Don’t worry about it. Just a kiss between friends.”

Her breath was hot in Blake’s ear. It sent shivers down the back of her neck.

“Want to go back home?” Marie asked.

Blake smiled back at her friend, giving her a peck on the cheek, “Let’s see if we can get someone to buy us some more drinks though.”

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