"Hey, Missy. How was your date?"
"Oh he was such a loser. He was trying to be all intimate and lovey dovey and that's not what I was up for. I ditched him at the first bar and then tried our usual places. I finally hooked up at PJ's. Boy I like their dance floor."
"You hooked up on the dance floor?"
"Well sorta. I just danced into the middle of the crowd and let myself get groped for a while, then this girl started dancing with me and we really got into it. We were kissing and grinding on the dance floor like crazy. She took me by the hand to the bathroom and then we really got serious. God you've never seen the bathroom so packed. We finally found a corner and started making out and feeling one another up and in no time we were finger fucking one another. She was really good so I actually came before she did this time, and I went down on her and she came in no time at all. I had her cum all over my chin and lips. It was great. How'd things go here?"
"I got that fucking paper done. I really hate that course, but the paper's done and now it's just lectures and the exam."
"Oh glad to hear it. I know what a pain that essay was for you. Eighteenth Century Poetry, yuck. Did Mom or Dad call?"
"Yeah, at the most inconvenient moment possible. I'd just taken a break and was stretched out on my bed getting myself off and I was almost there when the phone rang. I almost ignored it, but the mood was broken so I answered and talked to them."
"They okay? Anything new?"
"Nah, same old same old. I told them you were at the library. They went on and on about the plans for our birthday party 'Twins are special you know' that sort of thing. I just let them talk, wishing they hadn't interrupted. I was so hot and so into it, but ..."
"Yeah, I know. Bummer when that happens. Look why don't we have a couple of breezers and just chill before we fall asleep?"
"Oh God, yeah, I need some alcohol after all that crap I wrote."
The girls sat at either end of the sofa, leaning against the arms, legs interlaced, drinking their breezers. Nikki said, "I'm going to have another, or maybe two, since tomorrow's Saturday. You want one?"
"No I've got a good buzz going from all the bar hopping. Take care of yourself."
Nikki came back with two and put the closed one on the floor.
"Nikki, said Missy, we've both made out with girls, right?"
"Oh, yeah," said Nikki with emphasis.
"Why is it more fun than it is with guys?"
"Because with guys it's all about getting into your pants or at least getting you to blow them. If they could only relax and think with their big head for a while when they're around you. And I guess we women as a species are responsible for some of that pressure, cause we're looking for a nice guy who won't dog around, and maybe a relationship. With guys there's a kind of pressure and subliminal aggressiveness, except maybe with the real smooth ones, and they set off a whole new set of alarm bells because you know they're dogs and however smooth and relaxed and nice they are that you're just one more notch on the bedpost, not that that's awful or anything, but there's not much point to it."
"Yeah, and with girls all the baggage is out of the way. We know how they think, they don't go all "stalker" on you, it's just a good time, so there's no pressure there either."
"Sounds good to me said Nikki," and she finished her breezer and sat back for a few seconds, she ran her hands through her blonde hair and let it fall over the arm of the couch and rested her head on it. They both just relaxed, thinking.
"I am going to have that other breezer. Why don't we get into our beds and talk while I finish this?"
They walked into their bedroom with two double beds and tossed their clothes into the laundry hamper, put on boxers and a T shirt each and snuggled into bed.
Missy sighed. "You tired," said Nikki?
"Yeah, I'm tired but sort of on edge, y'know. I don't know why?"
"I do."
"Hunh?"
"You went out at least hoping to get laid. You're hungry for a cock and some hot sweaty sex that will last you at least until morning. What you got was a really good grope with a girl instead. But when your pussy wants a cock, girls are just second best. They can't give you the same physical work out as a good guy can, and I think it's the physicality of sex with guys that is the attraction, otherwise give me a girl every time."
"Yeah, sound's right. I really wanted heavy sex tonight."
Nikki finished her breezer and put it on the floor for collection in the morning. "Missy?" she said.
"Yeah."