Cocktail Dreams

Chapter 16: Cheers Baby

It was now 6:00 p.m. when they stepped through the front door of Fantasia's house; Taraji barely had time to look around before she was tugged upstairs, Fantasia's hand firmly clasped around her wrist. "Come on, babe," Fantasia said over her shoulder, her excitement evident. "Let's see what we're working with."

Taraji stumbled slightly on the last step, laughing. "Damn, can I breathe first? You've got me moving like we are going to be late."

"Girl, hush," Fantasia quipped, pulling her into the bedroom. She let go of Taraji's wrist and gestured toward the bed. "Lay out your outfit so I can see what you brought."

Taraji plopped her garment bag onto the bed with a dramatic attitude. "Fine, Miss Bossy. You told me to pack something cute but casual. So I don't want to hear any fussing because I told you to help me pick something." She unzipped the bag and then carefully laid it out. Her outfit perfectly complements what Fantasia planned to wear: an earthy green cardigan, a nude bodysuit underneath, and dark-wash high-waisted jeans with her high-top Nike Blazers.

Fantasia nodded approvingly as she assessed Taraji's choices, her sharp, eye-catching every detail. "This is gonna work," she said, folding her arms and tapping her chin. "Okay. I needed to make sure we complemented each other perfectly."

Fantasia moved to her closet, pulling out her own outfit: a cozy, oversized chocolate-brown knitted cardigan paired with high-waisted ripped jeans, a crisp white bodysuit, her favorite gold accessories, and high-top Nike Blazers. She held it up to show Taraji. "This is what I'm wearing."

Taraji gave a low whistle, her eyes lingering. "You're going to look so good in that," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Fantasia smirked. "Of course I will. Now go take a shower in the guest room down the hall. We don't have time to waste."

Taraji tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Why don't we just shower together?"

Fantasia gave her a pointed look. "You know why."

Taraji stood from the end of the bed where she was sitting, sauntering over to where Fantasia stood. Her mischievous grin deepened as she slid her arms around Fantasia's waist, pulling her close. "You're no fun," she murmured, her lips brushing against Fantasia's neck, sending a wave of heat through her skin.

"Raji..." Fantasia started, her tone firm but wavering under the soft press of lips against her pulse.

"Hmm?" Taraji hummed innocently, tilting her head to meet Fantasia's eyes, her own dark with intent. She leaned up, capturing Fantasia's lips in a playful and persuasive kiss. Her hands gripped Fantasia's ass with just enough pressure to convey the teasing edge of her affection.

As Taraji's kisses deepened, she rubbed on Fantasia's ass, her small hands squeezing her to make her breath hitch. Fantasia's mind scrambled to keep its footing, but Taraji's persistence made it difficult. Each kiss carried an intensity that threatened to disarm her resolve, and Fantasia's body was responding despite her best efforts to keep things under control.

Taraji kissed a path back up to Fantasia's neck, murmuring in a sultry tone in between her soft kisses, "Let me eat it... I've been a good girl." She nipped gently at Fantasia's earlobe, her warm breath sending a shiver down Fantasia's spine. "I promise to clean up my mess after," she added, her voice dripping with desire, followed by another teasing flick of her tongue.

"Taraji..." Fantasia's voice was a strained warning, but she didn't move to push Taraji away. Her body was betraying her, heat pooling between her thighs as Taraji's lips worked their magic.

"Mmm," Taraji hummed against Fantasia's collarbone, pressing her tongue against her skin to taste her. Her hands had begun to roam again, sliding up Fantasia's back, pulling her closer.