I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. “Happy?” I asked with a defusing smile which I hoped said enough now.
“She wants a kiss.” Nikki said this so matter of factly as she took another swig of her drink.
“Excuse me,” I asked, scowling at my old boss. This was starting to feel like an intrusion on our friendship for her twisted bit of evening entertainment now. I had just about had enough.
“Can’t you read? Body language that is. Your friend – she wants a kiss.”
“I really don’t think that’s inappropriate,” I retorted. Despite the cacophony of emotions which had just washed over me at the electric of that touch, the pub seemed unaware that we were even present let alone showing any interest in what we were doing or thinking. Jodie said nothing but continued to study my face.
“Come on, get over yourself. Do you really think you’ll be the first chick that kissed another on a night out? Even the only woman snogging a mate in a pub right this very moment just for shits and giggles. Let her give you a kiss!”
Jodie said nothing for a moment still, but she chewed her lip again. Her eyes smouldered and she looked like she might just devour me there and then. “I’m game.”
I sighed. “Jodes, come on now. Don’t you think that this has gone far enough? Are you really saying that you cave this easily to a bit of peer pressure?”
She shook her head. “She’s not my peer. But she’s onto something. I’ve wanted to snog you for years.”
With that, she stood up and edged closer towards me and then bent to head height. I had to assume that we suddenly didn’t have a silent audience but she was blocking my view. She placed both of her hands on my exposed thighs and the same pulse of unexpected thrills thrummed through me. Her lips met mine. They were so impossibly soft. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe as everything else just faded out leaving only us. Her eyes were closed and so I thought I had better close mine too. It was such a delicate kiss. Jodie locked her mouth into position, silently fulfilling a number of her unspoken juvenile fantasies. Then she gently applied pressure, sucking my lips tenderly before she pulled away in a soft pop of shared lip-gloss.
How did that feel so nice? I wondered, bringing a manicured fingernail to the corner of the lip which she had vacated so prematurely. Was she deliberately leaving me wanting more? There was a smirk hiding on her face as she sat back down, like she had just accepted an award or something.
“How was that for you both?” Nikki asked, clasping her hands together delightedly. She was loving this and had the look of the proverbial puppeteer about her. Yet all of a sudden I realised that the chances of me having that early PJ night had faded to almost zero. Unless I took evasive action and pretty much just bolted out of there. That was the thing. I don’t think I even wanted to.
“You really oughtn’t to leave it there you know,” Nikki added as her question had gone unanswered. “You mustn’t. Through those patio doors there is an empty side bar. How about we reconvene in there? I will go first so it doesn’t like some kind of VIP lounge for every sucker around here. Then, after a couple of minutes, you girls follow one at a time.”
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Kate hadn’t phrased it as a question. More a set of instructions.
Inevitably, it wasn’t more than a few minutes before Jodie and I found ourselves sitting in that dimly lit side bar. The buzz of Friday night drinking moving up through the gears now came from both sides.
“There was meant to be a function on in here but the group cancelled at the last minute,” Nikki said as she closed the patio door after is and pulled the blind down. Jodie and I stared at her a little confused. “I know the owner. He said about it earlier,” she explained with a wave of her hand as she sat back down opposite us. “Now, let’s not loose where we were. Kate. I don’t think that was as face-meltingly awful as you led yourself to believe it might be. So … why don’t you give her a kiss back?” She folded her arms expectantly as she said this.
My defiant streak kicked back in a little. I crossed my own arms to match her gesture. “Listen, Nikki. I don’t know what you think this is.”
She tilted her head to one side as she studied my face. She didn’t need to say anything.
“I’m not a lesbian.” There. I said it.
“Of course not, my love. I didn’t say that you were. But do you think that matters?”
“I …” Suddenly aware of her gaze from next to me I turned to Jodie. Her doe eyes carried a look of expectation.
“Kate, nor am I. But she’s right. Does it matter? All that I know is that right now, I really want you to kiss me.” Realisation dawned. It wasn’t that Nikki had set out to seduce two innocent girls. There wasn’t some agenda. It was happening anyway though. Whether it was just the spontaneity of the way the evening was unfolding. Or years of pent up latent sexual attraction. I really wanted to initiate a kiss like that one again.
Before I knew it I was leaning towards her. She met me halfway with eager lips. I think that she just needed the reassurance that I would make the first move, that I wanted this too. This time our lips moved in unison, softly massaging against the other. After a few seconds, Jodie’s tongue was in my mouth, caressing mine softly. She placed both hands against my bare forearms, bracing herself against me. After a while, she broke away. I was shocked to see that she was panting lightly, her arousal palpable.
She looked to our guide Nikki, as if waiting for some kind of instruction on what might come next. The woman was leaning forward in her seat, arms crossed in a way that allowed her fingertips to gently tease the spot just above her necklace as she studied our intimate movements. “You don’t need my permission, Jodie. Do what you must have pictured happening in this scene a hundred times.”
My friend sighed, as if this green light was a massive turn on and a relief at the same time. This time she meant business though, her fingers curling around into my hair and pulling me in as she kissed me again, deeply. There was an almost frenzied lust about her this time as her tongue danced around the inside of my mouth hungrily. Our lips were locked together, exploring. She tasted incredible. And the soft, moist sensation of her was exciting in the freshness it offered compared to the men I had dated of late. Beneath my tights I could feel familiar stirrings spreading like a warm glow.
She pulled back, her breathing quickened even further. Her fingers moved to my neckline and then down in a claw like motion down my dress across my tits. Frustrated at how high my neckline was, denying her access, she had to settle with a rough grope of my breasts. It was so unlike when a male partner makes a primal grab at cleavage in broad daylight, the feel of her nail extensions and her raw lust was exciting. The arousal in my knickers was heightening to a spread of warm wetness.
Jodie’s frustration was palpable. She pulled her chair up next to me and ran her hand up the soft, nylon-clad flesh of my inner thigh. I parted my legs gently as she placed another famished kiss on lips which also instinctively parted for her now. She tugged at my skirt and I rolled my bum to allow her to tug my dress up to my midriff in one swift movement. She barely broke the kiss as she moved around to push a free hand inside the waistband of my tights, searching for my mound.