An Accidental Awakening

I feel a sense of loss when her hand leaves my chest and slowly travels down my side. I move one of mine to her breasts instead and quite enjoy their heaviness in my hand. I cup her and give a squeeze and I'm surprised at my urge to pull her V-neck shirt down and expose her to me. Before I can examine that urge or even decide to act on it I feel her right hand reach the short hem of my dress and quickly slip beneath it to touch my leg. I lose all sense of thought or personal examination when I feel her hand graze my inner thigh and my body clench in response. I can feel that I've already soaked my pretty pink panties and it's becoming harder to keep a steady breath. I want more. Her hand moves slowly up my leg and my dress moves upward with it. I'm not thinking anymore, just wanting – needing her touch. Our kiss has grown from soft and sweet to deep, passionate, and needy. When the first touch of her hand reaches my panties I moan into her mouth and my hips move on their own. If I could have wished for fabric to disintegrate I would have in that moment.

She could have teased me and made me beg for it and I probably would have whole heartedly but based on her heavy breathing and the gasp she let out at feeling the moistness through the fabric, there was no waiting for either one of us. She pushed my panties aside and gave me a long stroke from top to bottom and I just about came apart at the seams. If not for the wall behind me I would have been a puddle on the floor and she had only just touched me. I broke our kiss and tilted my head back against the wall and moaned as her fingers began to work in circles. My dress was limiting my movement and hers so I quickly hiked it up around my waist and opened my legs for her. Her hand rewarded me by dipping one finger into me and moving it in and out. Her left hand found my breasts and squeezed them through my dress. Her mouth kissed and licked my throat all while her hand picked up speed and added a second finger to its assault. I could feel my body climbing and my hips were meeting her hand thrust for thrust. The only thoughts in my head were 'yes' and 'more' and I heard those words spill out in between the moans.

I felt her teeth graze my throat just as her thumb began to circle where I was most sensitive. It felt exquisite! I could feel the heat growing between my legs and drips of my wetness run down my thigh. I knew I was close and reached out to grip the side of the wall for support. Her hand thrust into me harder and her thumb pressed down on me hard before rapidly moving side to side and I exploded. I came hard and loud in that bathroom and felt it from head to toe. Her hand kept up with me through the entirety of my orgasm then slowly massaged me down from my peak. I was panting and shaking by the end and didn't open my eyes for a moment or two. When I did, Jen was smiling at me and slowly pulled her hand out leaving me exposed and empty. She looked at her hand which was covered in my juices and brought it to her mouth. I watched as she thoroughly licked each finger and then sucked them into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she sucked her fingers clean and I felt myself clench at the image before me. Seeing her enjoy the taste of me on her hand was the hottest thing I had ever seen. When our eyes met again you could almost hear the fire between us crackle and I hissed in a breath as she moved in to kiss me. I tasted myself for the first time on her lips and I liked it. I feel myself starting to question what it all means and I slam it down and deepen the kiss instead.

We're suddenly brought back to reality when we hear a much louder pounding on the door and a man's voice yelling for us to open up or he was coming in. Jen and I stare at each other for a second before bursting out in laughter. Can you imagine the bouncer coming in here and seeing me with my dress up around my waist and my panties pushed off to the side? Oh god! I hurriedly fix myself and check my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a bit messed up from Jen's hands and me resting it on the wall but besides that I just look flushed and giddy. Jen is washing her hands as quickly as possible and hands me some paper towel to wipe down my legs. She winks as she hands them to me and I feel myself flush even deeper. In record time we make ourselves presentable and she tells me to pretend to be ill and miserable before she pulls open the door. The bouncer is livid! He literally looked like a big ball of angry red muscle. I would have laughed had I not been trying to pull off my best sick to my stomach and pathetic act. Jen launched right into apologies for locking everyone out and plays up the fact that I'm feeling sick and just needed to be alone. She goes on and on about how some asshole hurt me and I drank way too much trying to numb the pain and that she was just trying to protect her friend. Honestly, even I lost track of her story at times and she was talking so fast but yet sounded so sure of herself that you couldn't help but believe her. Hell, even I started to believe her story for a second. When she was finished the bouncer didn't seem like he knew what to do next. Eventually he gave a half-hearted reprimand for taking over the bathroom and then offered to call us a cab.

The club seems even more crowded when we make our way away from the bathroom. The bouncer leaves us to go call a cab and says he'll meet us at the door. I get the feeling he just wants us out and I don't know if that's more because we caused such a big problem with the bathroom or Jen's long story as our excuse. It takes several minutes for us to find Cara and Amanda. Cara is dancing with some guy and Amanda is curled up in a booth nearby having a very passionate make-out session. It's funny to think that I normally would have judged her for making out with a guy she just met in a dirty club booth but since I just finished doing the same and more in a bathroom – except for the whole with a woman thing, I really have no room to judge. I manage to pull Cara away from the very enthusiastic guy she's dancing with and have a yell in each other's ear attempt at a conversation trying to explain that I need to leave. I can tell she's just confused. One minute she thinks I'm sick and the next she thinks I'm getting kicked out. For goodness sake! I finally give up and grab a napkin off a nearby table and nab a pen from a passing waitress. I manage some form of shorthand saying I'm going home and Jen and I will share a cab if she and Amanda are staying. She stares at me like she's trying to see through my head after all the random parts of the story she was able to catch over the music but finally nods and says she's leaving too. We find Jen and Amanda by the door and I play up the sickness once again as we step outside.

The bouncer had called a cab for two women so when the four of us came out the cab driver was a bit flustered. We decided to just squish in anyway and make a two person back seat work for four people. Somehow Jen and I end up squished up against each other next to one of the doors and I will swear up and down it wasn't on purpose. Cara and Amanda argued back and forth about who should get dropped off first while Jen and I tried to act natural. Maybe it should have been easy but it wasn't. On one side I was pressed tightly against a door and on the other even tighter against Jen's leg. The contact does things to my head. I think Jen is a bit flustered too and we're both trying hard to pretend like it doesn't matter. Once we're on our way to Amanda's apartment several conversations are started up and quickly die out. I can't focus. All I can think about is how obvious we must seem as if we're wearing some large banner. I don't think its guilt that is coursing through me but a certain level of shock mixing with desire. I feel like it's radiating off me like heat and Jen looks just as tense. I hear Cara call my name loudly and I jump. She's looking at me strangely and asks what's wrong with me and doesn't seem to believe my simple I'm fine comment. I think she must assume I'm depressed over Brent again so I flash a smile which seems to confuse her more. I catch Jen's smirk and I suddenly wish I was in a cab alone with my thoughts.

As we make our way down the streets only Cara and Amanda are talking. It's pretty dark inside the cab and the lack of street lights in this neighborhood doesn't give any additional light. I tried to sneak a look at Jen's face but it's far too dark to see any expression. Just when I give up and look out the window I feel a slight touch on the outside of my right leg. I tense. I feel it again and know Jen is doing it on purpose. She begins stroking my thigh right near the edge of my dress. What is she doing? She pauses as we pass through a brighter area but continues as soon as we're plunged back into darkness. She begins stroking in small circles and I can feel goose bumps spread across my skin. She starts getting braver and moves her hand to the top of my thigh and along the hem of my dress. I can't believe she's doing this here in the car with other people right beside us, never mind the driver who could spot us in the rearview mirror with the right light at any point. I sneak a peek to see if the driver has done just that but he's focused on the road ahead and I can still hear the girls chatting away. I don't dare look at Jen and turn back to the window. When her hand slips down between my legs and slightly under my dress I fight to hold in a gasp. I have no idea if I succeed as all I can hear in my head is my own heartbeat and it's pounding faster by the minute. Jen freezes only briefly before beginning those maddening circles along the highly sensitive skin of my inner thigh. This is so insane and such a turn on all at the same time.

Finally we pull up in front of Amanda's apartment building and Jen quickly pulls her hand into her own lap. We all say goodbye and Amanda slips out of the cab. Cara slides over to make room and Jen and I are forced to give each other some space. Suddenly I wish the backseat was still full and squirm in my seat trying to relieve the built up tension between my legs. Damn Jen and her little circles! Cara is still chatty and spends the rest of the trip talking up a storm. Jen engages with her but I just stay mostly quiet. A little while later we're outside Cara's apartment and she gives us both hugs before hopping out of the cab and paying her share of the trip. I don't know why but she stays at the curb and when the cab starts to pull away Jen slips her hand back between my legs and I see Cara's jaw drop before we're back in traffic and out of sight. Holy shit! Cara saw what Jen did. Jen doesn't seem to know and gives me a smile before staring straight ahead. Maybe she does know? Oh god I don't know and there are those circles again. What was I thinking about?

We have the most oblivious cab driver on the planet. Within moments of pulling away from Cara's shocked expression Jen has completely cupped me between the legs and has slipped one finger under my panties. She has even shifted in her seat to give herself a better angle and never slid across the seat into the spot Cara left empty. I briefly think he may be gay but even if he was he would surely still react. Wouldn't you? Oh this cab ride just might kill me. Her finger is giving me slow and gentle strokes just inside my panties and it's driving me insane. There's no relief with this attention and the tension builds even more. I wish she was wearing a dress so I could return the favor but her jeans make access quite difficult. I'm trying so hard to keep myself together but when her finger slides inside me I let a little moan escape. The driver doesn't even flinch. Maybe that just sounded louder in my head than it really was. She repeats the motion a few more times and I moan again without even meaning too. This time I know she heard it and there's no way the cab driver can be that deaf. It's otherwise completely silent in this car, not even a note of music to drown me out. This time I catch his eyes in the rearview mirror when we're stopped at a red light and I know he knows. Well, shit.

I give Jen a pleading look and if I'm totally honest I don't know if it's for her to stop or keep going. She just grins in response. Clearly she's enjoying this. She leans in close to my ear and whispers, "This is so hot." Surprisingly I agree but at the same time I can't believe I'm even in this situation. The cab driver returns his focus to the road and Jen gives me a brief break when she slides her finger out and resumes her gentle strokes. A little voice in my head says to just enjoy it and not care about the cab driver but I don't think I can. Nothing about this night is usual for me and it's all going so fast I don't even know how I feel about the bathroom activities never mind our exhibitionist style cab ride. I'm returning to my original thought that Jen must be really drunk when her finger slides into me again and thrusts in and out. My head drops backward of its own accord and I moan. I look into the rearview mirror and see the cab driver returning my stare. He shifts in his seat a bit and I think it's to get a better view in the mirror but Jen hasn't stopped her movements and I feel myself becoming lost in her touch again. I hear myself moan some more but seem to forget why that's a problem. I turn my head toward Jen and she's watching me with an intense gaze and her breathing is picking up. She really likes this. The cab rolls to a stop at a four way red light and she takes this as her cue to bring it home. Her hand picks up speed and so does my breathing. My hips are moving on the seat and I spread my legs as far as my dress will allow. She whispers in my ear again, "Let go." Her hand's thrusting continues and her other hand reaches around to rub me right where I need it most. I fall apart in the back of that cab with a set of dark eyes watching every move in the mirror. The last thing I see is his head turning around before my eyes close and my body quivers around Jen's fingers.

A horn sounds and our driver quickly darts the cab forward trying to act natural. He fails. Jen has removed her hands and offers me one of her fingers staring at me intently. I keep her gaze and gently suck her finger into my mouth. Tasting myself for the second time I find myself wondering what she would taste like. This thought should throw me but it doesn't. Maybe it's because the look in her eye is all fire and desire. It's intoxicating. Jen pulls her finger from my lips when we pull up to her townhouse and she pulls money from her pocket to pay the driver. Just when I think she's getting out and we need to say goodbye she takes my hand and pulls me out of the cab with her. She tips the driver well and he sits there watching us until we're around the corner and out of sight. I can only imagine the story he will be telling his friends later. I turn back to Jen and watch her unlock her door. When she looks up I lean in and kiss her. It's gentle and sweet at first but quickly starts to deepen. I forget we're still outside her house when her hands cup my face and her tongue starts another dance with mine. She takes a step backwards into her doorway and I follow with our lips still locked together. I can't seem to get enough of her and it seems like it's a mutual feeling. I don't know how we went from just meeting for the first time tonight to devouring each other in her living room but the intensity is stronger than I've experienced with anyone else. I can't seem to focus long enough to figure it out and decide thinking is better left for later. Why ruin whatever this?

Once we're in the house and the door is shut Jen suddenly blurts out, "I didn't expect this." Hmm. I guess I'm not the only one questioning what this is. I clearly don't have an answer for her and tell her I didn't either. She sighs and drops onto her couch before continuing, "I feel like I forced myself on you. I doubt Cara even told you I date men and women and I can be pretty forward sometimes. Shit, I didn't even stop to ask if it was ok and I knew you're right out of a bad break up. Oh god! That was so shitty, I'm so sorry!" I have to say stop a couple times before she finally quiets and takes a deep breath. Wow! Most of what she said is true but do I feel like she forced herself on me? No. I don't. I wasn't expecting it but I didn't want her to stop either. I wanted it and I wanted her. No, she shouldn't feel bad at all. I try my best to reassure her of this and by the time I finish she seems calmer. I don't know what all this makes me and I don't know how I'll feel about it tomorrow or three weeks from now but right this second I like it.

I join her on the couch and we sit in silence a few moments before I tell her about Cara seeing her hand between my legs as we pulled away from her house. Jen looks shocked for a second before bursting out in laughter. It is pretty funny. My phone is probably blowing up already with messages and calls from her and I wouldn't be surprised if Jen's is as well. As her laughter dies off she says, "Sorry I'm laughing. I should have been more careful but I can just picture her freaking out after we left. I don't know what came over me in that cab. I'm not usually like that I swear! It was just so fun and hot to be touching you with people right there." She ends with a shy smile and I grin back. It was fun and hot isn't even the word for it. Jen has gone quiet again and I ask her if something is wrong. She shakes her head no but takes a deep breath. Suddenly she turns in her seat towards me and says, "Would it be crazy to ask you to stay tonight? I don't really want whatever we're doing to end yet. Will you stay?" I definitely don't want to leave and I can't imagine this being over before I get a chance to feel and taste her. Wow. When did I become such a sex fiend? I feel a smile spread across my face and I lean over and push her down to lay across the cushions. She gives a slight squeal at my sudden movement and I move over her to kiss her lips as my answer.

We're all hands and tongues. My hands are traveling up and down her body feeling her lines and curves and hers are doing the same to me. My dress is limiting my movements but I'm able to move myself between her legs and start to kiss down her throat towards her chest. Her breathing has picked up again and she's begun to push my dress up my legs and over my ass as my lips make their way to her cleavage. I inch her shirt down bit by bit and kiss every bare inch of her skin. When her bra comes into view I dip my tongue between her breasts and trace along the edge of lace on each cup. She sighs in pleasure and I reach down to pull her shirt up and over her breasts. She shifts position to allow me to lift it over her head and it gets tossed on the floor. My fingers dance over her newly exposed skin and I'm amazed at how beautiful she looks. My finger follows the same path my tongue explored along the lace and I pull down the fabric to expose her nipple. It's pink and perfectly hard. I repeat the process on the other side and soon she's completely expose. She's closely watching my every move and I keep eye contact with her as I lower my tongue to her right nipple. Her eyes close as my tongue begins to swirl around the small nub and a small moan escapes her lips. Oh this is fun! I close my mouth around her nipple and give a little suck. She moans some more and I kiss my way over to the other nipple and repeat the same process. I really like this.

I begin a slow path down her stomach with my hand and follow with my lips until I reach the top of her jeans. I look up at her as I undo the button and zipper. Her breathing is a little fast she keeps biting her lip in anticipation. I quickly shimmy her pants down and let them fall to the floor. I almost laugh out loud at the first thought that pops in my head, that she looks delicious in just her lacey bra and panties. I return my lips to her stomach and kiss my way around the sides of the fabric. The skin on her legs is silky smooth and my hands glide up her thighs. I allow my fingers to graze her through the thin fabric and she sucks in a sharp breath in response. Before I can second guess myself I slowly pull her panties down until they join her pants on the floor. I can't believe she's naked before me and a small voice in my questions if I even know what I'm doing. I've never been with a woman before and a little insecurity makes itself known. As a distraction to myself I move back up her body and lean down for a kiss. Maybe she sensed my hesitation because as she kissed me back so moved my right hand back down and put it between her legs. I can feel the heat radiating from her moistness and slowly move my fingers in to feel it. I never break the kiss as I feel her slickness for the first time and enjoy the moan she gives into my mouth. Feeling slightly braver I slide my fingers through her folds feeling her slightly quiver beneath me. I can see why she enjoyed this so much earlier, watching and feeling her begin to fall apart because of me is a heady feeling.