The following story is a work of fiction. All characters are 18. Do not read if it is illegal in your country to do so at your age. And of course please do leave comments and feedback, either good or bad. Enjoy!
The Spanish sun slipped slowly behind the hills, basking the villa in the last glimpse of its warmth before the cool Mediterranean evening set in. It had been a stroke of luck finding this place, a beautiful Spanish residence that could easily fit all twelve of us, and a fraction of the price we were after. Not that it was as crowded as that now, everyone was out in the nearby town sampling local drinks and local people with great abandon, and had no intention of returning for several hours longer. Which is why you and I are a little unamused to find ourselves stepping through the doorway, supporting Beth between us. It's not that she's that much of a lightweight, but one of those heavy Spanish drinks was enough to get her pretty damn drunk, and she'd had four, which meant someone had to take her home before she did something she'd truly regret. And that someone turned out to be you as her closest friend, and me to keep you company. After all it didn't seem fair to make you spend the night with only a potentially comatose girl for conversation, and hell we could probably find something to do in the time.
Between us we managed to get her to the bathroom. She was awake and fine, in terms of health, but she sure wasn't doing anything as constructive as actually walking, just giggling a lot in our arms. So we ran the bath, looked at each other, and performed the universal drunkenness cure – we dunked her. Twice in fact, for good measure, and not just because the look on her face as she came out the first time was priceless. Checking that we hadn't done Beth any harm was easy, her indignant spluttering told us she was breathing just fine, so we picked her up again and dragged her to her bed. It's probably a good thing she's still a bit drunk, she may be as light as anything, but if she was conscious and pissed off she could probably knock us both out, her diminutive frame hiding her black belt status. Laying her down seemed to still her angry mutterings, and pretty soon she was out like a light. Sober enough ourselves to check she wasn't about to choke any time soon, we retreated into the sitting room, leaving the door open so we could hear if something happened. I poured us each a coffee to keep us awake and you got the fire going – Spain or not, when the sun was down it wasn't so hot any more.
We settle down on the floor in front of the fire, snuggled together slightly, sipping from our mugs. I can feel you relaxing against me, soaking up the heat and slowly overcoming the effects of your own drinks. I'm growing more and more aware of you and less aware of everything else, I turn slightly to look at you, and my lips graze yours lightly as you've turned too. That's all it takes and soon coffee is all but forgotten as we're wrapped in a passionate embrace, bodies pressed together and tongues fighting in a liplocked kiss that doesn't show any signs of ending. Our hands pull each other close but then start exploring, yours reach up to the back of my neck to pull me in tighter, mine slide down to gently caress your sides. With the fire blazing up we'd already shed half our layers, leaving you in just your thin tank top and skirt, and me in jeans and a shirt. Not nearly enough to dim the feeling of my fingers tracing little circles at the sides of your waist or under your ribs. Nor enough to lessen the sensations when they slide under your top and across your bare skin, leaving a trail of tingling wherever they passed. But then, my shirt was hardly providing much protection either, as by this point your fingertips across my chest were eliciting little gasps from me whenever they tickled in yet a new way. Despite the heavy jeans, it was apparent you were having an effect on me, and so to keep things even I ran a hand slowly up your leg and gently stroked you through your panties – once, twice; just enough to confirm how wet you were getting, then retreating, teasing but not giving you what you'd hoped for. Smiling I draw back, out of reach of your hands and removing mine, and whisper in your ear, "Do you remember those cards we packed? We have probably got a good few hours before the others get back, and Beth is out like a light, could be fun..." You get wetter just thinking about it. We'd found a pack of cards in a Spanish shop with forfeits and dares on them, ranging from funny to fairly sexual to extremely hot, but hadn't had a chance to try them out yet. In fact we'd barely looked through them, many of the cards we didn't know what they said, we'd decided it would be more fun to go in blind the first time. And while it would have been awesome to try in a group, we'd never have got the others to agree. In a group of twelve friends on holiday you just don't get the kind of privacy needed to try them ourselves. Until now, anyway. Looking up you see that mischievous grin on my face, the one you know always means fun for you, so you tell me to go get them while you clear the mugs away and move some cushions onto the floor. When I come back, I find you lying back with one leg bent, your shirt riding up just enough to see bare skin and a clear view for me between your legs to your damp underwear. It's all I can do not to jump you there and then. Laughing at me, you sit back up, I hadn't even realised I'd been looking so obviously.
