Drunk on your lips

1.

Saturday night at the Maestro, wearing a little black dress, in a soft fabric, feeling the tissue on her skin for the very first time. Her bare breast molding the tissue into a delicate silhouette, moving the clothes according to her curves. A very simple piece of fabric, suspended by two straps floating around the body carrying it, moulding and guessing every inches of Milo's skin.

This feeling was arousing the young woman, letting grow an intense desire inside her as she was walking into this bar, full of students celebrating their graduation. Former students from now on. The atmosphere was warm, the orange stones of the walls, the soft lightning, and the wooden furnitures were giving a vintage vibe, alongside the loud and rhythmic jazz music and the smell of alcohol.

She always was studious and hard working, but she never forgot to have fun along the way. Her favorite thing in the world was tasting the risk, the challenge, the adrenalin on the instant. She would do anything to get high and get her fix of extreme sensations. It was a terrible game way more addictive than any substance you could find in these parties. She was craving this audacity that allowed her to enter a famous lawyer firm.

It would have been lying to say that shes wasn't stressed about it, debuting her new job in just two days... But at the same time, the unknown was calling her, challenging her, taking her breath away... everything Milo was hunting down.

Leighton got her out of her thoughts by coming up to her with shooters. Tequila of course. The specific liquor Milo was trying to avoid due to its secondary effects, turning her horny and thirsty. Her friends was smiling at her with malice and they drunk the beverage, burning their throats and its way.

Milo was a little bit taller than Leighton, quite slim, her milky skin was decorated by hundreds of little dots, little moles that were sometimes places to be yet discovered. She had black hair, straighten, cut right above her shoulders, complimenting her soft face and her salient jawline. Her greens eyes, in almond shape, sparkling were giving her a cold and arrogant look. But she didn't mind, she would even play with this trait of her to assure her dominant image. She was confident and was working so hard to allow herself to be the best by far.

Leighton was more of a natural beauty, brown hair, always tied in a messy way, with absolute dark brown eyes. This characteristics would have made her a basic beauty, but she was the kind of woman you can't take your eyes off her. She was drawing attention way more than Milo, with her generous curves, almost luscious.

The two friends were excelling at seducing their audience, showing off their charms, playing one with another until drowning in their own game, climbing to the top of their drunkenness, so tasty, unrelated to any alcohol, they were drunk on their moment.

Leighton grabbed Milo by the hips, dragging her into the dancing flow of people, playing with her movements, melting their skins together, breathing closely to the shared rhythm. A glimpse of euphoria came to swallow them entirely, helped by the numerous alcoholic drinks that knocked down the remaining stress and decency left, freeing them into the early night of New York.

From all the noice, the hands moving around, the loud environmental, Milo couldn't get her focus of her friend's hands, lingering from the tip of her fingers the soft and warm skin, bursting on every inch of her body a drop of adrenalin.

***

Milo was walking down the street heading to a gigantesque building, the Hack&Shaw tower, about to be her everyday's place, in her black stilettos, the wind coming at her hair softly straighten. Her first day. She was striving at the thoughts of what her new life was going to be. So many new factors, new people, new challenges... She could feel her heart racing for the first place but she quieted it softly. It was too early on the get that excited yet. She must be patient, thorough. She was enjoying the torture of the time, allowing it to increase the frustration, the desire, the tension.