I had just had a bath when I had heard her knock so thrown on a robe and went to let her in. Seeing her face I knew straight away that something was wrong. I asked if she wanted a cup of tea but as she said a vodka was needed, so grabbing the smirnoff ice we settled down on the overstuffed but comfy sofa as she told me all about it.
Apparently she had arranged with jack (her boyfriend) that they would meet up at the pub and go out somewhere for a bite to eat. I could see she had made an extra effort as the tight black dress she was wearing was new. She would look fabulous no matter what she wore but she looked stunning tonight, except where her mascara had ran a little.
Anyway to cut a long story short, he had been an arse. He had been talking to his mates when she got to the pub and showing off. He had d*unk a few already and instead of going out decided to stay with his friends and made a comment about kirsty dressing like a slut.
I couldnt believe he would be so insensitive. Obviously it was only the drink that had been talking but he had hurt her, and here she was now cuddled into me very upset. I was stroking her hair and telling her what an idiot he was and how she was too good for him, too gorgeous, when she looked me straight in the eye, and asked, do you really think I'm gorgeous?
She seemed surprised, as though the thought had never crossed her mind, which it probably hadn't. She isn't the type to pose in mirrors or anything like that. I hadnt given it much thought either to be honest but now, with our faces just inches apart I found myself looking into her deep brown eyes, and finding it harder to breathe as I said, yes kirsty, your beautiful.
There was a long pause, I didnt know what she was going to say to that, but then instead of speaking she just moved her face closer to mine and closing her eyes as she placed the most gentle kiss on my lips.
She pulled back slightly to see my reaction then a little more firmly but still gently kissed me again. I found myself responding in a way I never thought I would, having never thought of myself as bi, my nipples where getting hard and I could feel a familiar tingle between my legs as I opened my mouth wider, letting her tongue inside and responding with my own, as we kissed deeper, and held each other tight.
My hand was on her knee and stroking its way slowly up her thigh until my finger grazed the bare skin underneath the dress. I was surprised to find it was stockings not tights that my friend was wearing. I was so turned on, just from kissing already but this new discovery was going to make it even harder for me to stop.
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