Beginning as Friends Ch. 05

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Those words just kept replaying themselves over and over as I felt the gentle pressure of Paris's soft lips against my own. I couldn't have been awake, but I was and this was really happening.

The kiss was over before I had time to even react to it, yet it had a major and instantaneous effect on me. If I wasn't soaking when she first caressed my leg; I was creating a freakin river now.

Paris turned away and slid over to her side of the bed after the small kiss. I lied on my back. I was confused, excited, and in no way sleepy. I stared up into the darkness.

Paris just kissed me. Okay, it was a peck but she did kiss me. I knew the kiss didn't mean anything. Paris was just being nice about the admission I made to her before Fall Break.

Mentally, I understood those things; however my body was inundated with so many emotions. I lied there trying to process my feelings, and somehow fell asleep through the turmoil.

My eyes were closed and I felt the warm sunshine attempting to rouse me from my slumber. I turned away from the light grumpily and rolled over to lie flat on my stomach, desperately searching for my way back to sleep again.

Then I heard Paris, "Nope. That ain't even workin girl, it's time to get up."

I groaned in protest. "Ugh, Paris, come on it's too early."

"It's 11 Allie. And I'm not letting you stay in bed all day."

I heard her walk away from the window and stop at my side of the bed.

She bent over and whispered in my ear, "Unless there's something you can think of that will make me want to stay in bed all day too," she said breathily.

My eyes shot open and I rolled on my back and looked up startled.

Paris's face hovered above mine by a few inches, and I swallowed. A satisfied sexy smile dazzled her face while sending a heated shot to my core.

"Good, I'm glad to see you're awake." She leaned down and gave me an innocuous kiss on my cheek.

"Now get up and put on a swimsuit. We're getting in the pool."

Paris erected her body and walked away but stopped suddenly bending over to pick something up from the floor.

I couldn't tell you what she picked up from the floor because my attention was focused on her ass when she bent down. Paris was still wearing the short t-shirt she wore to bed the night before and when she bent over my mouth dropped open.

Paris didn't have on any panties, which meant that her shaved pussy lips were completely on display.

I shot up in bed fascinated by the sight. Her pussy was shiny and slick with... what had to be her wetness.

She stood up and I swiveled by head away quickly, not wanting her to know I'd watched her. I was breathing hard. My chest was heaving and Paris walked over to me again sitting down beside me.

I looked at her and she looked worried. "Allie, you ok?

Lying, I nodded.

She put her hand on my face and I unwittingly leaned into it and closed my eyes.

"Are you sure? You're breathing really hard."

I opened my eyes and nervously shifted away from her. I licked my lips and saw her eyes drop to focus on my mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine Paris. But, I don't have a bathing suit with me." I tried to laugh over the desire to kiss her.

"You do know it's almost November right? I don't think this is pool weather." It actually turned cold over the weekend.

The weather continued to confuse me because it was just near 80 degrees last week.

She smiled and looked away from my lips. "I know that you ass." She reached out to push me.

Realizing her intent, I tried to dodge her hand by sliding against the headboard. And for anyone else that would have worked, but because the universe decided my life would never be easy, her hand landed on my breast.

She didn't try to move it either. I held my breath, feeling the warmth from her hand spread throughout my body, making me tingle all over.

My gaze made a trail from where her hand rested to her eyes. She looked at me with a bemused expression. I cleared my throat.

"Uh, Paris." I started.

She pinched my nipple with her fingers and a shot of electricity traveled through my body, straight to my center.

I closed my mouth so I wouldn't moan out loud. She removed her hand and I wanted to cry from the absence.

"Just trying to size you up. I think I have an old bikini that might work for you. It's in the top drawer over there."

She pointed to the white dresser that sat in front of the bed. "It's the only old one I have so I threw it in there with my regular bra and panty sets." She explained while rising from the bed to sit at her computer desk where her laptop laid.

"Get changed and I'll meet you downstairs. Karla will show you to the pool and give you anything else you need." I threw the covers off me and placed my feet on the floor.

"Karla?" I asked looking at her back quizzically. Paris opened the browser on the laptop and responded without turning around.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Karla is our housekeeper and cook. She comes during the week and takes care of the house. She's really nice."

I stood and retrieved the old bathing suit from the drawer and appraised it. The bikini was a sparkly black number that I thought was really cute. The top didn't have any ties to hold it up but matched the bottom portion because both pieces had a number of straps that crisscrossed on the sides.

I almost felt like this was a bikini a stripper would wear. I looked at the back of Paris's head. "You like your bikinis racy don't you?"

She turned around at that comment. "If you think that's racy wait until you see mine." Her eyes twinkled. Damn she was gorgeous.

She must have curled her hair this morning because the pretty bouncy curls danced around her face and down her back. Her bangs were swept to one side sexily over one of her eyes. And this is how she looked wearing a t-shirt. How was I going to play it cool when I saw her in whatever bathing suit she chose to wear?

I shook my head and went into the bathroom to get ready. I looked in the mirror. My hair was falling out of the bun I made last night and was still damp. I took it out and it fell past my shoulders with a wave-like curl to it. I smoothed it down and tried to make it presentable. It actually looked kinda cute.

I pulled off my night shirt and pulled the bikini top up over by hips. Then I proceeded to pull the panties of the bathing suit on and I adjusted the strappy sides. I looked in the mirror stunned at the sight. Wow. I looked good.

The black bathing suit really looked nice against my light brown skin. The bathing suit was a perfect fit; almost like it was bought with me in mind.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face ready to head downstairs. I exited the bathroom and Paris was still seated at the computer.

"Okay I'm going down now." She turned and looked at me. Well, she stared with her mouth open actually.

I smiled shyly. "So it looks okay then?" Paris closed her mouth. "Looks okay? Damn, you didn't look in the mirror Allie?"

My smiled widened. I was pleased she liked it and I couldn't hide it. "Well, it's yours so I guess you have good taste."

She looked into my eyes intently. "I know I do."

I shifted under her gaze and decided it was time to make my exit. "So make sure you don't take forever."

"Don't worry I won't." She causally looked me up and down. I just nodded and opened the door, closely it silently as I left.

Once in the hallway I marveled at my surroundings. The cathedral high ceilings were astounding, while the deeply rich peach walls were simultaneously comforting. The color was complimented by the dark hard wood floors that I assumed cost a small fortune.

Art decorated the long hallway and I stopped in front of a painting that instantly had me enthralled. The various hues of blue and flares of red and white intriguingly illustrated two women facing each other. Their breasts and upper torsos were separated by mere inches and then their bodies seemed to combine with ferocity.

I took a deep breath and stared at every broad stroke and nuance ravenously devouring the sensuality depicted. I was stimulated in more ways than one.

"It's a lovely painting isn't it?" A soothingly calm voice said. Startled I jumped but continued to gaze at the painting. I couldn't help my surprised reaction by the unfamiliar voice. I didn't know how long she had been there.

I spoke to the voice and agreed without looking away from the painting. "Yes, it truly is lovely." I responded honestly, with a touch of longing that I was unable to suppress.

I cleared my throat, gaining control of my emotions. I secretly hoped that she had just approached me. It would be utterly embarrassing if she saw how long I stood there.

I finally turned towards her and outstretched my hand once I remembered my manners. "You must be Karla?"

I was taken aback again. The woman to my left was beautiful. She was completely striking, and she looked unsettling familiar.

She looked like...well; she looked like an older version of Paris. I dropped my frozen hand to my side. But Paris never mentioned having any siblings. I was confused and I guess that showed on my face.

She smiled completely at ease. "No, I'm not Karla but you must be Allison." She closed the distance rendering her hand. "I'm Samara, a close family friend." I extended my hand once again and apologized. Her hand was as soft as velvet and for some reason I felt pulled to her.

"Well, you must be on your way to the pool." I nodded slightly. She smiled again. I was just on my way there, when I thought to check on you and Paris to see if you'd join me. Shall we?" I nodded mutely again.

We made our way down the spiral staircase while I snuck looks at my new acquaintance. She looked so much like Paris. I couldn't make sense of it. There were too many similarities.

Although she had her hair cut into a lengthy bob, she still had the same lush jet black hair. The same café au lait complexion, the same dimple that I loved to see because it meant Paris was extremely pleased. It was sort of disconcerting.

And once she walked in front of me to open the glass door to the indoor pool, I noted she had the same sinuous body type as Paris. She was indeed exquisite, not Paris, but gorgeous just the same.

Once we entered the pool area she asked if I would help her change. I agreed and followed her around the expansive pool to what I assumed was a place for changing clothes. She opened the door to the dark room and I followed her in.

"Sorry it's so dark the light is in the middle of the room." She reached the light and pulled her shorts down her legs as she continued talking. "I usually don't wear my bikini but while I'm visiting I always remember to pack it to take a dip. I just love the water, don't you?"

I looked around, taking in the small room. "It's been a while since I've had the time to enjoy the water, but if I lived here, I'd probably be in the pool every day."

I smiled and turned my eyes back to Samara. "So where do you..." I didn't get any further because Samara was standing in front of me naked in all her glory. And she was glorious.

My jaw dropped as I took in her perky breasts, small waist, and wide hips and then I heard a moan. My eyes widened when I realized it escaped from me. I closed my eyes tight. And refused to open them again.

Samara chuckled. I heard movement as though the light was turned off and then felt her breath on my face. "Allison, open your eyes."

I shook my head and ignored my baser desires. Then she grabbed my hands and put them on her smooth waist. I closed my eyes tighter and backed away with my eyes closed. I couldn't breathe. I heard the soft thud my heel made with the wall and realized I would have to open my eyes in order to get out But she was in front of me again and I heard the door lock.

Something inside me squealed in excitement and worry. I wondered where the hell Paris was and tried to send a message that I was about to be raped...then remember what the definition of rape was and decided that sending that message would be an outright lie.

I felt her hand caress my face and I sighed. She pulled down the top of my swimsuit and her mouth latch onto my already sensitive nipple. I moaned loudly this time and ran my fingers through her hair.

Then I pushed her away and opened my eyes in the darkness. "What are you doing Samara? I don't even know you!."

She flicked on the light. Damn she was still naked. I looked away not before I noticed her smirk.

I returned my eyes to hers with a vengeance. "What the hell is your problem?" I exclaimed.

She put her hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "Why are you screaming?"

I swallowed and calmed myself. "I'm upset because you just tried to rape me."

She laughed taking steps closer to me, which made my eyes lose the hold onto hers and start wandering to her chest.

"You wanted me to touch you. You moaned when you saw my body. You want me Allison."

I shook my head. "I don't want you. I don't know you. You're attractive but I didn't ask you to touch me."

"You're asking for it right now, just not with words."

"I don't know what you're talking about." And set my mouth into a grim line.

She kept coming closer until she was directly in front of me. "Don't be coy Allison. It's nothing to be ashamed about. I want you too. I want you to let me eat that little sweet pussy of yours. I can smell how wet you are Allison."

I burned with embarrassment and the fire her words elicited. She pulled my hand and I step closer to her. "Don't fight me."

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