White White Wine
Several minutes after my shower, I heard a knock on the door. I threw my silk robe on and looked through the peephole this time. It was Jordan. I opened it, and Cassie greeted her before I could. Jumping at her several times as I smiled at her. She walked in, entertaining my teddy bear sized puppy with her one free hand. She had brought better wine than Lindy, I thought to myself. "Where should I put this?" She asked. I walked over to my couch, almost embarrassed. "Right here, on the coffee table." I winked at her. "Is that where you want it?" She asked, teasingly. I said nothing and grabbed my controller. "What kind of music should we play?" I asked. She walked over, putting down the drink. "You choose." I said after handing it to her and began walking into the kitchen for the right glasses. "Into Jazz?" She asked, seriously. I glared at her, trying to hold in a laugh. "Yeah, but not when I'm minutes away from an orgasm." I made my way over to the living room and placed our cups on the glass coffee table. I poured our cups, to make sure no wine was spilled on my cream rug. "Be careful" I said to her, pointing to it. The couch was black, so I didn't really care what got on it, as long as it didn't smell dirty. She put on some instrumental tunes, and sat next to me, taking her glass of wine. We stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, and she finally said something. "How was your party shopping?" My facial expression went blank. How did she know? "I saw it on your to-do list when I walked in. Hilarious." I smiled. "It went great, thanks for asking, stalker." She smiled with all of her teeth. How adorable it was. "Am I invited?" I remembered my promise to myself this morning, but what was I to say to her? No? "Why wouldn't you be?" I leaned in and kissed her to avoid taking this discussion any further. I felt lightheaded. A good kind though. Whatever she brought was making me feel like a newborn butterfly in the spring. I put my cup down and climbed on top of her. The power of white wine. However, as much as I wanted to be, I couldn't get into the mood. I couldn't take myself seriously. Not after seeing Lindy tonight. Two girls in one night? I looked her in her eyes and saw her longing for me. Yes. She stripped off my robe and began kissing my chest. I couldn't tell which turned me on more; the feeling of my naked body being unveiled in front of her, the silk rubbing against my skin and being tossed on the floor, or her warm, soft lips so close to my nipples. I felt the shape of her head in my hands and began to caress her soft curls, as I felt her legs open underneath me. She stood up, trying to lift me, but I stopped her and stood on my own two feet. She was strong, but she was drunk. I held her hand and guided her into my bedroom. She walked over to my bed and sat on it. She stripped her shirt, and pants off. I locked the door behind me. I walked over to her and sat next to her, pulling her closer to me. My room was dark. I could only see bits and pieces of her because of the streetlights outside. I was so wet. She touched me, right on the tip of it. She ran her one finger up, and down repeatedly, and then in a small circular motion. I opened my legs wider, and chills ran up my back. I tilted my head back, and she pushed me down slowly, onto the bed. "I'm gonna give you something to moan about." I felt my heart skip multiple beats, the closer her head was to my lower body. I don't think anyone I have ever known can eat like her.
