Exotic beauty

Shari’s hand brushed mine with the lightest of touches and my nipples hardened. I blinked in surprise at my reaction to her. Considering I was as straight as an arrow that my body responded to her touch shocked me.

“Tell me about your travels, Joanna.”

The husky resonance of her voice pulled me from my surprise. I blinked and focused on her face. Large blue eyes staring intently at me, a smile tilting up the corners of her bright red lips. I swallowed, feeling as though a shift had occurred at some point in our conversation and I’d failed to notice the transition.

We were friends. Had been for a few years now. And while I’ve always noticed she was an attractive woman with her dark hair, petite frame, and generous curves, she was just someone who listened to me go on about my troubles at work. We’d go out all the time, buy a couple of drinks, and just talk. All things good, but causal friends did.

I wasn’t sure what was going on with me tonight. One too many old fashions and the sadness that accompanied a bad break up. That had to be it.


Her hand fell to my thigh and I jumped as though I’d been stung. Shari just smiled and squeezed my leg before stroking where the hem of my short skirt stopped. The sensation muddled my brain a little.

“You seem a little distracted tonight, you okay?”

Shari licked her lips and leaned in, the heady scent of her perfume wrapped around me and I couldn’t help the way my eyes dropped to her breasts spilling out of her barely buttoned blouse. I wanted to feather kisses from her collarbone to the pebbled nipples I saw pushing against her top.

I whipped my eyes back up to hers, caught in her gaze. “I… Uh… I think maybe I just had too much to drink tonight. My head’s a little fuzzy.”

Her smirk unsettled me. The tips of her fingertips, soft like butterflies, tickled my knee and I shivered as goosebumps covered my leg. When her quick fingers darted up my inner thigh, I grabbed her wrist, glad for the cover of the table even as I blush and glance around. I didn’t move her hand from beneath my skirt and her palm seemed to burn into my skin.

“Shari, what are you doing?” Why I whispered, I couldn’t tell you, but the whole night was making me unbalanced.

She leaned in, her breath fanning out over my cheek as her lips pressed to my ear, and I swear to God my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Jo?”

Her fruity breath and spicy scent wrapped around me as she teased the soaked gusset of my panties with those quick fingers. My breath stuttered out of me and I drew in another ragged one, nearly losing it when she pressed against my clit.

“I wasn’t sure when you’d notice how much I liked you.” She kiss my cheek so softly I had to stop myself from leaning into her touch. “I’ve been waiting around for you.”

“I don’t like girls.” My protest sounded weak to my ears, but at least I said it.

“No,” she whispered as she circled my clit so slowly my hips jerked. “but you like me, don’t you, Jo.”

She blew her hot breath into my ear and I shivered from head to toe. It was obvious that I did. My mind was swimming with the ways I wanted to touch her. She pinched my clit and cried out before I could stop the sound. I squeezed my eyes shut, sure I was red from the roots of my hair down. She had me on edge with just a few grazing touches.

“Come on, Jo. I’ll help you forget all about him.” Shari kissed the corner of my mouth, withdrawing her hand even as I whimpered in disappointment. She grabbed my chin and turned my face so I was trapped by her eyes. “Don’t you want to forget him, Jo?”

I wanted to do more than forget…

“Yes, please.”

Her wicked smile was all together too satisfied, but I’d worry about that later. Right now I just wanted to feel.


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