Playing With Fire (Lesbian)(Not Edited)

Chapter 10

The music is vibrating my very core. I can't hear anything other than the high tempo melody evading my ear canals.  The taste of vodka was still coating my palate while the flickering strobe lights bounced off of every surface. Then there was her.

Her hands trace over my hips and waist, gripping me firmly. Our bodies began to move in a single movement. She really knows how to take charge and I don't mind. Left, right, left, right... her hips swung and mine followed blindly. I was starting to perspire while she was cool to the touch. How does all this body contact not get to her? 

The song changes to something a little faster so I grab her hands and place them on my hips. Maybe I can blame this on the alcohol later but right now I feel brave. I bend forward and begin to grind my ass against her. I was now in control but she didn't miss a beat. Reggae has always been a favorite of mine so I am taking the opportunity to showcase my skills. She seems to appreciate all the friction. I felt her hands creep up my back and I couldn't help but arch slowly. She leans down and grabs a fistful of my hair. She pulls me towards her chest and places butterfly kisses along my neck. My knees almost gave away at the plethora of kisses. Before I knew it, my eyes fluttered shut and I just submerge myself in the feeling.

"Damn sis!" My eyes flicker open and her lips break contact. Casime stood a few feet from us snickering. No doubt he was watching every intimate moment.

I slowly pull away and lightly hit him on the chest. "Shut up creep."

"You and Amari are nasty. I saw all of it heifer." He flashes me a flirty smile and gets next to my ear. "From the look on your face, you were enjoying that dance a little more than normal."

"HUSH! It was just a dance. Nothing more." I was lying through my teeth. To be honest, my panties told an entirely different story. The energy between her and I is electric. I have been out of her arms for only a few moments and yet I already miss them. This was insane. I barely know Amari but somehow she was slowly turning into someone I could easily become infatuated with.

"Naomi, would you like another drink? My treat, of course." Speaking of the devil, she is in front of me leaning casually on the bar. I accept her offer and grab an empty bar stool. 

Trying to evade her glare, I down half of my drink quickly. I guess she didn't like what I was trying to do so she started to stroke my exposed thigh. I swallow the sweet alcohol hard.

"I'm glad I tagged along, you're a pretty good dancer."

I tuck my hair behind my ear nervously, finally making eye contact. "So are you."

"Look Naomi, I am going to be straight forward with you. I like you." There goes that blunt attitude of hers.

"You do?" My palms started to sweat.

"Yes, I do. Now before you get all weird on me, thinking that I'm being pushy- you don't have to say it back. I aim to earn those feeling of yours." I'm sure that I look like a star struck fan girl right now but I need to play it cool. I take a deep breath hoping that will do the trick.

"How do you plan on doing that?" She leans in close to me, we are almost touching noses at this point.

"All I need is your time. Can I have that?" Such a simple question but with her, I knew that it held so much weight.

"I think I can manage that Amari." With that, our lips crash into each other. She pulled my bottom lip in between hers, leading the kiss immediately. Desperately trying to keep sexual thoughts at bay, I grab her hips and gently push her from between my legs. I didn't even realize that I spun the stool to face her and opened my legs so she could get closer. My skirt had risen up and her hands were gripping my outer thighs. Watching her nails lightly scratching my brown skin up and down repeatedly sent chills down my spine.