She waits patiently, legs crossed, knickers getting wetter by the minute. It had already been two hours since she kissed her boyfriend goodbye. She hovers over her mobile, fingers ready to answer a call or reply to a text. She is wondering how it is going, whether there is any chemistry, how cute the guy is?
Finally there is a noise, not from her mobile, but from the door. Keys jingling, door being unlocked. She sits up straight and adjusts herself, licking her lips in anticipation. She hears laughter, that had to be a good sign. Eventually two heads appear around the door frame. To her delight, they looked alike: dark hair, flicked forward and across one eye, pretty features albeit male, and slim figures. Smiling widely, she greets them both and nervously offers alcoholic drinks. Heading to the kitchen to mix some cocktails, she notices that they are already kissing passionately. She lets out a contented sigh, something she hadn't meant to do but it is as if she is no longer in control of her own body. In fact, had she have not been leaning against the fridge, she would have likely felt her knees buckle underneath her. She feels a little dribble in her knickers and grins to herself, knowing that they had no idea.
Drinks made, she gives one each to the two guys and sits down on the opposing sofa to them, wanting to give them space to be close, alone. Or maybe she just likes the idea of playing the voyeur. She is enjoying watching them flirt, observing the flicks of the hair, brushing up close of arms and legs, play poking and pushing. The conversation is flowing, so is the alcohol. Competitive video gaming seemed so normal until now, watching it be used as a kinky tool; "If you lose, you can put on women's knickers," "Oh really? Well you will get distracted by it, and then you will lose.....guess what your forfeit will be?!"
Every time she leaves the room, to go to the bathroom or make up a fresh batch of cocktails, they take the opportunity to move flirtations into something more sexual. She often returns having seen a flash of hands gently moving under cover of a throw or faces pressed into each other tightly, tongues darting and bodies hungry for more. She even dares to peak on one return from the kitchen and then show mock surprise upon seeing a hand clasped firmly around a dick. Unsure of who's she has seen, she returns to the other sofa, heart beating like a drum.
The nerves were creeping back...she knew she'd be invited in soon and this was virgin territory. Sure enough, after another mammoth tonguing session, her boyfriend Tom orders her over in his commanding voice, ever the dominant presence in any sexual play they had. She follows his voice obediently and stands over them both excitedly. Tom orders her to kneel down on the floor in front of the sofa and then pushes Jamie's head towards hers, demanding a kiss. This will be Jamie's very first kiss with a girl and he is nervous. He leans forward and she stretches her face to his, still kneeling below him. As they gently touch lips, she naturally brings her body closer to him, causing her breasts to brush his knees, at which point the nerves became arousal and they kiss passionately, tongues probing, hands grabbing hair. Tom leans back, taking it in. He always takes great pleasure in watching his girlfriend kissing one of his paramores, especially when the guy involved is so god damned cute.
