Esma was always insatiable after a big night out. As the yellow of the sun began to pierce through the gaps in the curtains, both girls came-to gently. Fuzzy memories of the night before danced around their blurry minds, the taste of tequila still dark on their tongues. It wasn't long before Ashley spotted the wicked look in Esma's eye.
Last night they crashed as soon as they got home, they never really had drunk sex - despite how horny Ashley would get when buzzed - because Esma was always too sleepy. On the other hand, Esma loved hungover morning sex and was already letting her hands roam Ashley's incredible figure through the thin silky pajamas. She ran her dainty fingers up Ashley's taut stomach up to the swelling orbs of her chest, gently tracing her fingers over the hardening nipples. Another hand groped Ashley's ripe little ass, trailing down the spongy soft skin of her slender legs.
Ashley's skin was pale and creamy, lightly dusted with tiny freckles. The most concentrated freckles were across her nose, trailing to those irresistible pillowy cheeks. She was adorable. How could someone be so cute in their mid-twenties? Esma was always struck but how beautiful her partner was. Those shimmering blue eyes, and her dirty blonde hair, combined with her sizable tits and sensational figure - it was a dangerous combination.
Despite Esma's heavy petting, Ashley did not feel sexy in the slightest. Her head was thumping and her mouth felt impossibly dry. So she resorted to her usual solution, slipping her hand into Esma's pajama bottoms to find her wet slit with her fingers. Ashley rubbed teasingly at the hot swollen little nub of Esma's clit, borrowing moisture from the hole below to lubricate the motions. Esma began a low moan almost immediately, as if she had been waiting for her touch for hours. Even with slow rhythmic rubbing like this, Esma could cum in a matter of minutes. It was so easy for her, Ashley was always jealous of that ability.
Now she was getting really handsy though, digging her sharp nails into Ashley's ass, clawing up her bare back and latching at her hair with her spare hand. She knew what was coming next, Esma beginning to push down gently on her head. She wanted Ashley's mouth, and what Esma wants, Esma gets. Crawling down the bed, Ashley pushed the duvet aside and trailed kisses down Esma's warm dark skin. The sweet scent of her sex soon filled Ashley's senses, pulling away her panties to get better access. Even the initial cautionary lick up her wet hole was enough to draw a loud moan from Esma. She was soaking wet now, it was as good a way as any for Ashley to cure her cotton-mouth.
She went to work right away, slurping and sucking at Esma's wet snatch, staring up at her with those wide-eyes to check she was doing a good job. This was one of her favourite vantage points to admire Esma's body. She was a bit skinnier than Ashley, with naturally dark almond skin and luscious long black hair. Esma was utterly stunning, the kind that turned heads wherever she went, with her brilliant white smile and dark sultry eyes. It was like her face was built for flirtation, naturally seductive with those long lashes and full lips. She could see that winning smile now, peering down at her through Esma's small perky little tits, her tight inviting nipples now rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.
She pulled her legs up, wrapping them lightly around Ashley's head, gripping at her hair to pull her in closer to Esma's pussy. She was moaning loudly, trembling with oncoming pleasure before erupting in a full-body orgasm. Ashley didn't cease her onslaught on Esma's little hole, and kept licking away like she knew Esma loved. Sliding two digits into her tight entrance, she found her g-spot and rubbed at it roughly whilst continuing to suck and lick at her clit. The effect was ecstatic groaning and bucked hips from Esma, squealing as her pussy tightened into another huge orgasm, this time punctuating the peak by squirting hot wet juices all over Ashley's face. She didn't stop, still licking hard and fast to bring Esma to one final huge shivering climax around Ashley's curled fingers.
"Oh fuck, you're fucking amazing!" cried Esma, softening and easing back into the bed as Ashley pulled her fingers free, wiping her face of the juices. She did taste fucking good. Now Ashley was even a little wet, but there was no chance of getting anything out of Esma now, she pulled the covers back over her in the drowsy afterglow of bliss.
After a little snuggling to ferry Esma back to sleep, Ashley clambered out of bed and sought out her small pink backpack. Despite the fact they always went back to Esma's place, she still didn't have a drawer here so she usually brought a bag with a few bits. She picked out some nice underwear and a floral-print sundress, fishing out a matching headband and pink ankle-socks. Then, snatching up one of Esma's towels she went for a shower.
Getting Esma up and out of the house by early afternoon wasn't easy, but soon she was clean and tugging on a tight black bodycon dress, with black strappy heels and gold jewellery. Esma favoured big hoop earrings, and big jingly metal cuff-like bracelets. As she went to reach for a black choker, Ashely stopped her.
"Esma, you are not wearing that. These are my colleagues!" she said, as assertively as she could muster. It still came out soft and pleading. "It's at a bowling alley, not a bar."
"Why are you even going to this thing? You don't even like Meena." Esma shot back, still holding the choker around her thin throat, considering it in the mirror. Perhaps it was a bit too glam for the occasion?
"No I love Meena! She's really sweet, I'm gonna miss her." said Ashley, "She just cannot control the kids in her class. They're feral!"
The idea of spending her Saturday with a bunch of teachers in a bowling alley made Esma groan internally. What a waste of a weekend. She was missing a great rave for this, but Ashley had argued they had gone with Esma's choice for the last however-many weekends so it was her turn. Why were Ashley's social events always so lame? Still, hopefully the bowling place had a bar. She tried to remind herself that she didn't loathe all of Ashley's workmates.
They arrived in good time, waltzing over to the allocated bowling lane fully equipped with drinks in one hand, and gifts in the other. Thankfully no-one seemed to be bothering with bowling shoes. Their entrance garnered a loud greeting from the small group, all eyes on them as they approached. They made an odd pair, Ashley dressed girlishly in her flowery sundress and pink-pumps, whilst Esma was head-to-toe black with gold accents, only highlighted by her dark skin and features.
"Ashley! You made it!" cried a few people Esma didn't recognise. She smiled politely as she was introduced. Esma tried not to groan aloud when she spotted someone she knew bounding over to greet them, a preppy young teacher in a checkered flannel green shirt.
"Hey! Long time no see!" Rich said, reaching out for a handshake. Esma placed her hand on his shoulder instead, kissing him on the cheek. Rich was one of Ashley's best work friends, but Esma found him dreadfully boring. She enjoyed messing with him at every opportunity, and his unreciprocated handshake now pressed into her taut stomach as she leaned into him. He fumbled and retracted it sharply, his cheeks flushing red.
"Yeah, how are you?" she asked him. She assumed his comment was meant as a subtle dig, no doubt Ashley had been complaining to him about how Esma never came along to these work events; they were close like that. He driveled on about his classwork while Esma listened dutifully, waiting patiently for a rescue from Ashley who had had already wandered off elsewhere. Thank god she already had a drink, sipping exaggeratedly from the straw of her vodka tonic at least gave her something to do while she pretended to care.
Dull as he was to listen too, Rich wasn't bad to look at. He was tall, a hardy frame complete with thick arms and broad shoulders. He was boyish, with curly brown hair and a thin layer of fuzzy facial hair. He had dimples when he smiled - which was often - a chirpy sort of guy, too cheery to be normal, but probably perfect mannerisms for a teacher. She had long suspected that he had a bit of a thing for Ashley. They hung out a lot at work, and had even started gyming together in recent months. They reasoned that it was close enough to school for them to go together before work. She didn't really mind, it was sweet, especially given Ashley had never shown even the slightest interest in the opposite sex. She knew his type, he liked to long for girls that weren't interested. An addict of unrequited-love. Most amusing of all was that Ashley seemed clueless of his infatuation.
Soon another few of the teachers came to join Rich and Esma, introducing themselves with raised glasses and phony smiles. Esma was doing her best not to outwardly roll her eyes, and even from across the room Ashley could tell she was making an effort. One of her favourite things about Esma was her ability to mingle, she didn't need to be shepherded at an event like this. Ashley was a social butterfly, and there was nothing she hated more in a mate than having to lug them around a party, like a weight chained to her leg.
As Ashley and Meena chatted away about her new role, she couldn't help but steal glances over to Esma and the group she was standing with. They had been talking a while now, onto their third set of drinks. Rich had even gotten her a round, he was good like that. Now they were laughing loudly, Esma lightly touching someone's upper arm with each giggling-fit. She always got flirty after a few drinks. It was automatic. She was all loose shoulders and doe-eyes under fluttery lashes, shooting them that wide brilliant smile that won everyone over. Ashley was barely listening to Meena now.
