Caminah Smuts

Faked Being Drunk

Camila had gotten off of work late and headed to her apartment, only to find it empty. Her best friend since high school, Dinah, was visiting for a week and she couldn't wait to see her. A quick check of her phone signaled that the visiting blonde had already taken off toward the bar, but her car was still in the parking lot. Camila figured she should drive, and she shouldn't drink much, because Dinah was probably already drinking.

Camila checked her makeup in the mirror before shutting her visor and fluffing her hair one last time. She grabbed her keys from the ignition and got out of the car. Before shutting and locking her door, she patted her chest, just to triple check that her card, cash, and I.D. were tucked safely inside of her bra.

Flashing her I.D. to the guy beside the door and made her way inside. The bass was making the walls shake and she couldn't help the nodding of her head in time with the rock song. Scanning the crowd, she found the blonde head of Dinah at the bar, surrounded by a group of guys. Rolling her eyes, she made her way over.

Dinah felt a presence at her back. Turning around, she threw her hands up in the air. "Move over, assholes! My best friend is here!"

Camila immediately leaned forward, hugging the taller girl. She smiled as she pulled away, her eyes traveling down Dinah's body at the hip-hugging minidress. Her tanned legs were crossed at the knee, almost begging for her hands to slide them open...

Camila's eyes snapped back to the brown eyes as Dinah talked animatedly. She smiled, trying to clamp down the attraction that she'd for her best friend for years. She immediately sat down in the suddenly vacated bar stool beside Dinah, and ordered a drink. She leaned over and rested her hand on Camila's leg, an ample amount of cleavage now in Camila's line of view. She gulped audibly.

"Let's do shots!" Dinah said, her eyes getting bigger.

It was going to be a long night.

***

Hours later, Camila managed to drag Dinah drunk into the house. She managed to get her into the guest room and onto the bed, and when Dinah started stripping, she excused herself out of the room and went to hers.

Camila stripped out of her own clothes and took her makeup off before plugging in her phone and climbing into bed. She lay there for a few minutes, imagining Dinah there with her. It wasn't long before her vibrator was in her hand, snaking its way down her body. Her free hand roamed over her ample breasts, making her nipples rise to peaks. She gasped as she pinched one, moaning slightly. Rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, she began to writhe on the bed, feeling the pulsing on her stomach and going lower.

She ran it over her clit, emitting a sharp gasp at the exposed bundle of nerves being hit with the sensations. Her legs subconsciously spread wider and her grip on her nipple became almost painful. Her hips lifted off of the bed, begging for more of the sensation.

"Fuck, Dinah," she whispered, feeling her vibrator begin to slide with ease with her now slick folds.

"Camila?"

Her entire body jumped as she quickly fumbled with the end of her vibrator, her entire body red with embarrassment. She was able to shut it off quickly. Sitting up, she saw Dinah standing in her doorway in only a tank top and a flimsy pair of underwear. Quickly, she tried to move her vibrator to the side.

"Dinah?"

"Can... can I sleep in here?"

"Um," Camila thought for a second. "Sure... I mean, I guess so. I'm..."

She meant to tell her she's naked, but Dinah moved quickly, almost falling once, to the opposite side of the bed. She landed on her back on the bed and within a few minutes was breathing deeply. Slowly, Camila slid out of bed.