Vodka. That was what she needed. She wasn't going to bother with soft drinks tonight, it was straight on to the spirits. Well, that was what she said out loud. But as always, she couldn't just do something properly, she always had to be sensible. So she crushed an orange with a little more vigor than necessary, pounding her fist in to it, and added the juice to her drink. As she took the ice tray out of the freezer cold water ran down her fingers and they began to numb from the center outwards. She quickly dropped a few ice cubes in to her drink then sucked on her fingers to warm them up.
She caught sight of her reflection in the small kitchen mirror and angrily rubbed off her lipstick. It was too bright, what had she been thinking? It was far too obvious, it screamed 'whore' in her opinion. Her fingers were still cold and little shivers ran through her as she rubbed her lips with them. She slowed her action down and touched the most sensitive part, just inside the mouth but they warmed up too quickly. The sight of herself rubbing her lips slowly, her glazed expression made her turn from the mirror in shame.
She took her drink in to the living room and sat down, closing her eyes and kneading her temples to ease the ache formulating there. What right did Zayn have to stand her up AGAIN? She had wanted tonight to be the night... the special night. She had wanted them to make love.
Perrie was 18 and a virgin. She wasn't bad to look at – wavy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes with formed heart-shaped lips. It was her lips that made her a little more than average, the plump pink contrasted with her blonde hair, eyes and plae skin. But she had been bought up in a very Catholic environment and the idea of no sex before marriage was deeply imprinted on her mind. She had always been afraid of having a boyfriend in case he got too close and wanted to have sex. Zayn was no better, he had made it clear he wasn't willing to wait long and he wasn't considerate or romantic. But where would she find someone better? She was tired of feeling this way about sex and she just wanted to do it.
By the time she had finished thinking about Zayn, the ice in her drink had melted. She took it back to the kitchen and added some more vodka as well as ice cubes, figuring the water would have weakened the drink. The doorbell rang just as she laid it back on her coffee table.
For a while she considered just ignoring it but the caller was persistent. She cursed and got up to answer the door. The first thing to great her was a pair of caramel brown eyes, lined with sultry black and adorned with long black lashes. These eyes were set in to a small, pale face with pastel pink lips and a snub nose. The face itself was framed by thick brown curls and topped on to a petite body with full breasts and a tight round ass.
It was Jade.
"Hey... I know Zayn wasn't going to come so I figured we could drown our sorrows together." She held out a bottle of wine.
"How did you know he wasn't coming?"
She shrugged. "He never comes."
She sighed and stood aside to let her in.
They spent a while talking about their failed relationships – Perrie and Zayn and Jade and Jesy. Jade was bisexual and normally dated a man and a woman but she had really fallen for Jesy, who had run once things got tough.
"Hmmm we need ice," said Jade, and Perrie got the ice tray out of the fridge. She rubbed the feeling back in to her fingers with her lips again, and found Jade watching her.
Embarrassed, she turned away then felt soft fingertips creep on to her cheek and push her head gently towards Jade's face. The fingers trailed down Perrie's neck, making her shiver pleasantly, and down her shoulder and arm to grasp her fingertips. They guided the numb tips to her soft pink lips and inside her mouth and she felt a warm tongue licking around them. The background phased out and everything except Jade's face was blurred as their lips met and their tongues explored each others mouths.
