Only Girl(Lesbian)

Chapter Three

The drive back to her house was taking so long. It was all I could do not to pull over and rip her clothes to shreds.

"Are we almost there?" she whined, her forehead pressed up against the window.

"Yes, just a couple more minutes." I smiled at her and placed my hand on the middle of her thighs. Tracing shapes with my fingers.

A tiny moan came from the other side of the car. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I slid my fingers higher, stroking her through her jeans. Over the radio I could hear her breathing quicken.

I slowly stroked her as I pulled in to her drive way. She made no moves to get out of my car. Instead she moaned a little louder and looked at me through her full lashes.

I could see the pleasure in her eyes. Just the look on her face made me want to fuck her.

A unknown look flashed across her face, quickly she turned and threw open the door.

"Wha-" I started to ask, but was cut off by the sound of her puking. I reached my hand out and gathered up all her hair in my hand.

When she was done, I all but carried her to the front door. Taking the keys from her, I unlocked the door.

We stepped into the darkness that was her home. I could hear Andrea giggling in the background.

"What is so funny, beautiful?" I asked, laughing lightly.

"You are." she giggled, right before launching herself at me.

I could feel her kissing and licking my neck. Her tight little body was pressed tight against mine. Lightly, I pushed at her shoulders, pulling my face back to look in her eyes.

"I would love to, but first. Let's brush your teeth."

Her laugh echoed throughout the airy room.

"Yes, ma'am." she mumbled, giving me a mock salute.

After brushing her teeth, Andrea led me into her room and gave me something to sleep in.

Clad in my purple lace push up and black sofie shorts, I climbed in next to Andrea. Andrea was in an oversized white t-shirt and white lace boyshorts.

Laying next to her was unbearable. I would give anything to have the courage to reach out and touch her. All I can think is, what if she doesn't want me to?

I could feel her eyes on me, but didn't dare turn to meet her eyes. She moved closer to me and snaked her arm around my waist. Letting out a contented sigh, I snuggled up against her. I could feel her warm, rolling off of her, against my lower back and ass. Her breath was warm and moist against my neck. I could feel the warming in my stomach, hear the blood rushing to my head. She was intoxicating. The whole room smells like her. Peppermint and the tang of vodka.

Not able to stand it anymore, I rolled over to face her. Her eyes seemed to dance in the dim lighting of the room. Having her smile up at me like that warmed my heart.

I looked at her, searching for hesitation as I closed the space in between us. I was met with none.