Girl’s Night In [F28][F28][Romantic][Friends][First Time][Fingering]

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The cabinet doors rattled as I frantically prepared for the impromptu girl’s night. It had been an agonizing work week, filled with micromanaging from my asshole boss and tedious drudgework sorting through endless spreadsheets. I was ready for some fun!

I checked my phone for the fourth time in as many minutes, waiting for my friends to rsvp to the last minute invitation. The phone buzzed in my hand and I jumped, startled. It was Autumn, telling me she couldn’t make it; some dinner plans with her latest boyfriend.

What is it with her and men? She’s got a new one every month and not one better than the last. I sighed and promised photos of the fun so she could at least see what she was missing.

The phone buzzed again, still in my hand. Jen! Good, reliable Jen. She was already on her way! Relief flooded me; it wasn’t going to be another lonely night with a cat and a book to keep me company.

I tugged at the seam of my top, a pale lavender thing that was a little too tight, with a tag that made my skin crawl. Why did I even wear such things? I practically tore it off, and ditched the underwire too, this night was supposed to be about comfort! I put on my favorite oversized sweater, loose cotton as soft as fleece, and a small pair of shorts underneath. Finally I fiddled with my hair a bit, coaxing it into a soft braid that trailed down one side of my top. Jen was never the type to judge me for what I was wearing, and she hadn’t changed since our college days.

The buzzer sounded and I rushed to the door and pushed the button to let Jen into my building. She appeared at the door a moment later bearing a bottle of white wine. She looked beautiful in her simple black sweater and jeans, her straight black hair and hazel eyes accentuated by gold hoop earrings.

“Oh my god, it’s so lovely to see you! It’s been way too long,” she said, setting her things on the counter and giving me a big hug. I melted into it a little, she smelled heavenly, some gentle floral fragrance that teased of jasmine and chamomile.

“I’ve missed you too,” I breathed into her sweater. She was a fair bit taller than me, so I always ended up hugging right into her ample chest.

I pulled away, hoping she couldn’t see I was slightly flushed, and she looked at me with bright eyes. “So, what do you have planned for tonight?”

I blanked. It wasn’t like I had a plan when I invited everyone over, but now that she was here, I didn’t really want anything but to have a cozy, intimate night in.

“I don’t really have plans, but I was hoping we could just stay in and catch up! Maybe watch a movie later?” I felt my face start to burn with embarrassment. She’d clearly picked out a nicer outfit for the evening.

Her eyes brightened, “That’s perfect, actually. I’ve absolutely had it with going out and getting harassed by men in the clubs.”

“Absolutely, I hardly go out anymore, it’s not really worth the hassle, and Christ, the noise is too much!”

Jen looked at me quizzically for a moment before flashing a smile. “Oh yes, it does get terribly loud.”

Her voice was a bit posh, but soft and smooth as silk. I always wished I could sound like her, or at least get the pleasure of listening to her for more than a conversation here and there.

“Are you hungry? I made some food. I didn’t know it would be just us tonight so there’s a bit extra.”

“It smells delicious,” she replied. “What did you make?”

“Just a simple Japanese curry, some rice, and I found some premade samosas on sale so I popped those in the oven too.”

It hadn’t really been any effort, just a few vegetables and a bit of meat with the prepackaged sauce, but it was enough to make my apartment feel warm and homey, crucial to any comfortable visit.

We sat at my little table by the windows. It was a beautiful view at least, and I’m not just talking about the sunset. Jen smiling and giving a little moan of appreciation at my cooking was enough to get my heart fluttering. Fuck, had I always felt this way? I don’t remember. But watching her sensual lips moving-

“You listening, June?”

“Christ, right, sorry, I’m just distracted. What was the question?” Fuck, I can’t get caught up like this.

“How is life, darling? I hardly see you anymore!”

“It’s been dull, really. Just lots of work,” I replied quickly.

“No boyfriend?” She asked softly.

I tried to read her expression but I was never the best at these cues.

“No, thank god. You?” I asked, trying not to appear too keen for the answer.

“Don’t you remember? I broke up with Greg, he was a disaster. I guess that was months ago, but no, I haven’t been dating, the selection of available people hasn’t been ideal lately.”

My ears perked up at the way she said people. Were men not the only option she was considering?

“Yeah, I’ve stopped looking, for now at least. I don’t want to settle for just anyone. I’d rather build a connection first, be with someone I know and trust, you know?”

I faced the window to avoid her eyes, it felt almost like a confession just saying that much.

She reached out and touched my hand on the table. “I know exactly what you mean,” she said.

I could hear my heart in my ears.

“Um, let me, you know, clear these plates and then we could, like, watch a movie?”

Jen smiled. “Sounds perfect, Bug, as long as we can cuddle up a bit on the couch.”

Jen was the only person I’d ever let call me Bug. It was a natural hazard of being named June, but from her it felt warm. Affectionate. I tried not to panic.

The dishes were in the sink, the leftovers in the fridge, and Jen was on the couch. Waiting for me.

How long had I known her? At least since junior year of college. Six years then, maybe seven? And she never looked better.

“If you don’t get here soon, I’m picking the movie,” she warned. She did have a different taste in films, preferring melodramatic arthouse noir types, while I liked science fiction and romantic comedies.

I walked over to the couch, barely making a sound. She patted the couch cushion next to her and I sank down into it, resting my head against her shoulder.

“Is this okay?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself, it was scary being so close to her, knowing how I felt.

“Of course, silly,” she said, and she took my hand and held it in her own on her lap. She didn’t seem to notice or care that my palms were sweaty.

Eventually I calmed down a bit. We’d settled on a psychological horror film, and it was hard not to get invested in the plot. Halfway through the movie she wrapped her arm around me. It felt so safe, and warm. I leaned onto her more.

“Here,” she said, lifting a pillow and putting it in her lap. “You can rest your head on this.”

I did as she said, facing the movie. She brushed my hair out of my eyes with her fingers, running her nails over my scalp as she did, prompting a moan as tingles ran down my spine.

“Does that feel good, little Bug?” She teased.

“Yeah, it does.” I tried not to think about her soft thighs beneath my head. I really did.

“I like the sounds you make,” she murmured. I almost didn’t catch it.

“I, uh, thanks, the um, the sounds you make are pretty good too, Jen.” I looked up at her, and she was blushing. She blushed beautifully.

She kept playing with my hair, and her fingers brushed my cheek a couple times as we watched. I completely lost track of the plot, but I could hardly complain about it. I couldn’t say how much I had yearned for this moment, because I had no idea until it arrived.

Onscreen the two leads kissed, a surprising, spontaneous moment, and I felt Jen brush my hair from my cheek and lean forward, giving it a gentle kiss. My heart thundered in my chest. She actually kissed me? Was this really happening? I didn’t respond, frozen in indecision.

The movie continued, and my equilibrium was gradually restored by the rhythm of her breathing. But I wanted more. I reached my arm up and tucked my hand under her leg, brushing my thumb back and forth over her thigh. She bent down to kiss my cheek again, and this time I brushed my hair away for her. I could feel her smile against my face.

“Thank you, Bug,” she whispered in my ear. Her warm, sensuous voice caused shivers all down my body. I smiled but didn’t trust my voice to speak. Hopefully the smile, and the blood filling my cheeks spoke for me.

Finally the film ended on an eerie cliffhanger. We didn’t move from our places though, just waited, in the silence. Finally, she bent down to kiss me, and this time I turned my face up to meet hers. It was awkward, a brief meeting of lips and a surprised squeak from Jen. I sat up quickly.

“I-mm!” It was my turn to squeak, as she interrupted my apology by pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss. Her scent filled me as I breathed around our hungry lips. After a moment we broke off, the awkward twisting motion on the couch taking us out of it.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” Jen said, breathing heavily.

“I don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I giggled. The room got quiet for a moment. We just sat there, next to each other, not sure where to take this new feeling.

The sun had gone down over an hour ago and the room was dark, quiet, with just the sound of our breath to fill it. I could feel her gaze, hot as a spotlight on my face. She reached for my hand, and took it in hers. Then she stood up and led me to the bedroom. I couldn’t help but follow mutely, my heart in my throat.

We got into the bedroom and she closed the door behind us, and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. I stood there, by the door she’d led me through, waiting again. I wish I had some power to overcome my shyness, but I’d never done anything with a woman before, much less a goddess like Jen. It was only now beginning to dawn on me how much I wanted her.

She saw me standing, hesitating. Of course she did. She walked back from the bed and asked a question with her eyes. All I could do was nod, and she pressed me into the door behind me, rattling it. I looked up at her, standing over me, and squeaked like a kitten as she claimed what was hers, kissing me passionately. Breathless sighs of pleasure escaped my lips between kisses, and my knees almost buckled under me.

“Come with me,” she murmured in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Jen guided me to my bed with a hand on my waist.

She pressed me into the mattress, her soft hair falling all around me. I felt enveloped by her, but it wasn’t intimidating. It was safe. When our lips met once more, it felt incredible. A thrill raced through me when I realized that this was really happening. It wasn’t just some fantasy running through my mind during a tedious day at work.

She moved from my lips, kissing my cheek, and somehow it felt even more intimate. I gasped, and she smiled as she trailed her kisses down to my neck. I felt myself warm at the touch, sensuous pleasure filling me, and need.

My friend stopped at my turtleneck. “Bug?” She asked.

“Yeah?” I didn’t know what else to say, she was in charge here.

“Do you want-”

“Yes, yeah, mhm!”

She giggled at me. “I hadn’t finished my question yet, cutie.”

I blushed hard. “Oh, right, sorry. What, uhm, what did you want to ask?”

She gave me a mischievous look. “I’ve actually got a better question now. What do you want?”

I squirmed under her, she still had me pinned to the mattress. She watched me struggle against my embarrassment.

“I-” I stopped, unsure. Was it too much? Could I even say that?

“Go ahead baby, you’re okay,” she said, brushing stray hair from my eyes. I melted a little at the encouragement.

“I want- I want you!” I squeaked.

Her laugh was a little condescending, but filled with warmth. “I gathered that much, Bug. What do you want me to do to you?”

Oh, she was mean! She knew she had consent but she wanted me to ask out loud? I wrestled my shyness down, squirming at the effort.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered.

She gave me a smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

I glared at her, my face beet red. “I want you to FUCK ME!”

“There it is,” she growled and she pulled my sweater up, freeing my tits. She stared for a moment, admiring them before kissing my collarbone, down my breast and finally taking my hard nipple in her mouth, sucking greedily. My core spasmed at the sudden burst of pleasure.

Her fingers trailed lightly over my bare waist while she kissed and teased my nipples, overwhelming my senses. My hips thrust toward her hand over and over as she teased my stomach. Small, desperate animal noises escaped my lips, and finally she tapped both hips. I lifted my butt off the bed and she pulled my shorts down. She groaned in satisfaction feeling the wet spot on the panties I wore. Her fault.

Her fingers hovered over my throbbing pussy. “You ready, Bug?”

I nodded vigorously, and she let me get away with it this time. She pulled the slick panties to the side and teased up and down my wet slit with a single finger, an agony of anticipation. I thrust my hips and she tutted.

“Not so fast, it’s better this way.”

I trembled with need and she resumed her teasing glide over me, then she slowly, too slowly, eased a finger in, brushing my clit with her thumb as she did so.

“Please, god…” I sighed, and she grinned, adding another finger and palming my pussy as she thrust in, over and over, my pleasure built from an ache to a wildfire coursing through me. Her mouth found my nipple again as she fingered me, and I came suddenly, hard, clamping around her fingers and squirting.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed, but she didn’t relent, working me through my first orgasm and into a second that followed, an aftershock of pure electricity that cratered my ability to think.

Through my ragged breaths she eased me down, gently cradling me after. I started crying into her shoulder, the release overwhelmed me.

“You did well, Bug,” she whispered in my ear.