I'd replayed what happened between Chloe and me over and over since that day. Part of me thought it must be dream, that there is no way I spent an hour with my face buried in her snatch. Yet then I remember the orgasm, the way her fingers felt, and the scent of her sex. It was with this recollection that led me to my current state. I'd awoken from another dream of Chloe and me; to find my fingers between my legs. My clit pulsing as the orgasm ebbed. I could feel the juices running between my fingers and the dampness of my thighs confirmed that I had just come. I sighed, rolled over and in the darkness reached for my phone. There was no way I could sleep now. I flicked my cell open and scrolled through my numbers. Who would be willing for a late night booty call? Just then my phone rang, blinking Marisa's name. My lips curled into a Cheshire grin and clicked the talk button.
"Hello?" I mumbled trying to sound like she'd awoken me.
"Jasmine? I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" Marisa's voice slurred on the r's. She had been drinking; oh this was going to be fun.
"Nah, it's cool. What's up?" I climbed out of the bed, headed to the bathroom, flicking on lights as I went.
"I was wondering if you'd be up for something..." her voice turned into that sickly sweet tone she knew I couldn't refuse. Not like I was going to anyways.
"Spit it out Marisa, it's the middle of the night." I tried to sound irritated, which is hard when I'm sporting' this shit-eating grin.
"Well, it's just you said, if I ever need some relief, to you know call you, and we had so much fun that first time, I mean...I was just hoping that..Umm...umm." she stuttered. Gosh, she was making this more complicated than it needed to be.
"So, you want me to take care of your tension, huh? Basically, you wanna fuck?" I tried to sound nonchalant but with the wetness from my orgasm still between my thighs and my cunt heating up at the prospect of some female stimulation, my voice became a little strained.
"Yes. That's exactly what I want." Her voice sounded relieved that she didn't have to ask, drinking didn't give her as much courage as she'd hoped for.
"Well, if that's the case, come over now. Is it just me and you?"
"Um, actually you said that you had someone in mind for what we discussed last time...and I was wondering if he's available?"
"Charlie? Oh, he's always ready and willing. Yeah I'll give him a call, you want him to pick you up?"
"Would he? I mean that'd give me a chance to get to know him..."
"Sure, where you at?"
"Club Elicit."
"Okay, I'll call him, he drives a bluish-purple sports car thing...anyways he'll honk at you. What are you wearing so he'll see you?"
"Um, black miniskirt and red v-neck shirt, heels and long white duster."
"Short skirt and a long jacket, huh?" I giggled.
"Yup, I can be outside of the club in 30 min. Is that enough time?" apparently Marisa didn't get the reference.
"Should be plenty, see you soon."
With that I hung up the phone and dialed Charlie. It rang a few times before he answered.
"What took you so damn long?" my voice held that anger that never really amounts to anything.
"What do you think did?" he retorted.
"Oh, well get your hands off your cock, flick off the porn, I've got a proposal for you."
"Really? Hmm...what kind?"
"I need you to head over to Club Elicit, pick up this girl Marisa, and then bring her and yourself to my place for some fun. Think you can do that?"
"Marisa, as in sex in the coat closet girl, the one from that wedding?"