Leah seemed to be everyone’s mutual friend and had a huge personality that was only upstaged by her short, curly mop of hair she could only tame by tying back with a scarf. She was known to enjoy her generational wealth by throwing lavish dinner parties off campus in a quaint old home nestled in the quiet cobblestone district.
After getting my number through a friend and us instantly hitting it off, Leah began to invited me to her coveted dinner parties. This particular night, we planned on getting dressed and pre-gaming a bit before the guests arrived. After several weeks of what I interpreted as flirting, I was a tiny bit disappointed when she said she was going to set me up tonight with a handsome friend of hers, Cody. Our friendship still felt intense and important to me, and I secretly hoped that getting involved with her friend would buy me more time in her orbit.
I sat close beside her before we dressed so she could shave her long, tan legs over the side of the bathtub while she told me about Cody and why I’d like him. I tried to focus on what she said, but I couldn’t help staring at her tan, smooth thighs while she shaved. As she chatted, I recovered a recent memory of the time I saw her beautiful thighs shaking while she was being railed from behind by a professor, she is a TA for. It was one of the first times I had been to her house for a dinner party, and I went upstairs to look for a bathroom. She had her dress hiked up above her ass, panties down, and a stylish spiked-heeled foot atop an upholstered chair while he blatantly fucked her in the hallway against a creaking vanity for anyone to see or hear.
Now, I wasn’t exactly a prude, sharing a small room with a roommate in undergrad, I had my share of restrained passionate fucks where I had to sink my teeth into my date’s palm or shoulder or bury my face in a pillow to keep from moaning. This was my first time accidentally peeping on someone like that, and I must have frozen and watched longer than I thought. I was so embarrassed, and I prayed to God they hadn’t seen me as I flew back downstairs to safety. Later that night, she texted me, “I saw you watching me, did you like that?” ;).
I was not in the mood for a tease or unkindness, but I still fingered myself until I came multiple times and never texted a response.
Presently, I adored watching her faff around her large art deco bathroom, bouncing in her black lingerie, singing loudly with the playlist we had on, keenly eying her large collection of lipsticks to pick the perfect shade for both our complexions. She paused to pour us a second glass of wine and take a pill. She loved dolling me up, and I loved watching her dress and get hyped up to be the center of attention as hostess.
“What’re you wearing? Something of mine?” she asked, nimbly puffing and passing a small roach she found sitting on a copy of Infinite Jest on the edge of the bath by her razor.
Going to her closet was like visiting Narnia–so much vintage couture and costume jewelry. For herself, she chose a svelte black slip dress that hung enticingly from her willowy frame and scarcely covered her small firm breasts. For me, we settled on an emerald brocade Givenchy cocktail dress I was sure was worth more than my car. In the dressing room by the closet, I laid my clothes next to an oversized ottoman by her full-length mirror while she helped me into the dress. Standing behind me, we eased the dress over my slightly larger-than-intended breasts, I felt her eyes on my exposed back and neck. The wine and weed quieted any part of my brain that would protest that.
“Suck in” she demanded and zipped the gown.
“GIRL, elegant as fuck!” she laughed her loud New England laugh.
“But really, I’d bang you”, she joked with a coy smile.
Our eyes met in the mirror, and she stepped close to me and brushed a tendril of hair that had fallen out of place and onto my back. I sucked in a breath at her light touch. From behind, she craned her neck over my shoulder to admire the fit of her dress on my form. She slowly smoothed the material across my waist and hips and smiled gently.
I watched her in the mirror as she leaned into almost whisper close to my ear. “I wish I had your breasts”.
I knew she meant to say she wished her breasts were the size of mine, but I felt a sharp pang of desire for her and decided to jump at this opportunity.
“Well you can”, I said with a small laugh, and I found her hands and guided them with mine to squeeze my breasts, and I melted into her at the feeling. I turned my face to hers and kissed her. She hungrily kissed me back, pressing her firm body into my back.
Leah eased herself down onto the plush ottoman behind me and ran her hands slowly up and down my back and bottom and remarked, “Cody is going to love this dress on you, he’s an ass man”.
My brain was still reeling from her kiss, and I didn’t quite know how to respond to her bringing him up at such an intimate moment between us, so I stayed quiet.
I didn’t want Cody to have me, I wanted to be hers, so watched her in the mirror as I began theatrically working the green brocade material up my thighs until my cheeky, dark lace panties were exposed to her at eye level.
She swore under her breath and grabbed the bunched-up handfuls of dress and pulled me to her face. I felt her hot breath on my thighs and cheeks quicken a bit. She held me there, suspended mid-bend in her face for several seconds before she spoke,
“Have you ever been with another girl?” she asked
“No” I answered solemnly without turning around or moving.
I told her I had been fantasizing about being with her for a while.
I felt her lean forward, nose grazing my skin, and kissed the back inside of my thigh tenderly, sighing in a deep slow breath that instantly gave me goosebumps on my exposed flesh. I found her hands with mine on my hips, and I held onto them while I gently rocked myself back toward her waiting lips.
The anticipation and electricity of her tongue on my skin made my whole body feel like it was humming. I felt dizzy and heady from the small hits of the blunt and wine in the bathroom, and I savored the way everything around me fell into a hazy slow motion when she kissed and nibbled the pale skin of my thighs and cheeks. Now wet to the touch from my waiting cunt, I signaled to her I craved more by further bending over and steadying myself against the mirror, so she could slide her fingers easily along my slickness.
She reached up and unhooked and unzipped my dress, and I helped her slide it down off my waist, taking my drenched panties down with it. I spread my legs to open my warm wetness to her further and grinded my tingling cunt into her face, using my hands on the cold mirror in front of me to return her pressure in kind. The dim dressing room spun and I arched my back, dreamily supporting myself with my hands against the wall as I heard the sounds of her lips and tongue on me. Face firmly stuffed between my thighs and cheeks, Leah moaned when I grabbed a handful of curls and pushed into her face harder.
She wrapped her arms around my leg and explored my pussy with her mouth and nose and circled and her fingers around my sensitive clit. I closed my eyes and leaned my cheek and hands against the cold glass, nipples growing hard on the smooth surface. I opened my eyes to see my reflection. It was weird to get to see myself looking so fancy, but having my face smooshed on the mirror making such passionate and contorted faces. My hair in an elegant French twist, now slightly falling down around my face, eyeshadow was dark and impeccably winged like hers, lips were tastefully painted a deep evening mauve. I watched the reflection of my own body gyrate back in pleasure, and Leah’s head peaked around from the side of my hips to meet my eyes in the mirror, and she exaggerated licking my ass cheek.
She winked irreverently, “I knew you liked to watch”, and snugged a third finger into my cunt that almost made me lose my footing with surprise and ecstasy.
After several minutes of bringing me right to the shuddering breathless edge of climax, she sat up straight, wiped her face and let her own gown slip down off her slender dark shoulders. My back was slightly stiff from the arch I’d held, and my thighs felt shaky and tired, I turned around to face her as she stood up tall and straight, 5’7, same as me, and her same-as-mine dark lipstick was smudged around her face and neck. Feeling woozy with desire at the sight of her dark lingerie hugging her figure, I kissed her mouth deeply and enjoyed tasting my own pussy. I felt an instinct kick in suddenly to throw her on the bed behind her and tongue fuck her and finger her until she cried. I could hardly wait to taste her and touch her everywhere. I led her toward the bed.
Looking my nude body up and down, a look of concern grew on her pretty face.
“Oh, I really should have saved you for Cody” she said flatly.
“Save me?” I asked, laughing nervously. “What do you mean—?”
My question was drowned out by a loud rapping on the bedroom door.
Before I had a chance to react, Leah was on her feet, coquettishly singing out, “Come in, Cody, we’re ready” to the person behind the door.
I felt a sobering wave of panic radiate through my spine, and I instinctively crossed my legs and covered my exposed breasts when the door flew open.
Cold and surprised, I blinked in shock, looking at the handsome face of a perfect stranger who came confidently striding into the room behind Leah.
“Party’s here”, Leah teased, situating herself on Cody’s lap on the bed. She gestured for me to join her.
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