My Girlfriend's Rival Ch. 02

I turned around and scanned the room for Monica. I saw her talking with some other guy and pointed at her.

"That guy, huh? He looks busy…" he tried to reason sarcastically.

I almost laughed at him. He thought I meant the boy? I caught Monica's attention and rolled my eyes, slightly nodding my head toward the guy by me. She smirked and walked over to me (the boy she was with was drooling after her one step behind). "What's up, girlfriend?" she sang.

"Oh nothing. Wanna dance some more?" I asked casually.

The guy got this baffled look on his face. "You'd rather dance with her?" He was seething with arrogance.

Monica gave him a dirty look and then stepped up to me. Gently placing both her hands on my jaw, she leaned in and gave me a sensuous little kiss on the lips, right in front of the two boys. Edgy excitement shot through my body as I kissed this girl for the second time ever. I pushed my lips into her and returned the action before she pulled away. "Of course, let's go!"

We swept back into the dancers, laughing all the way. I didn't look back, but I could imagine the boy feeling completely humiliated.

We resumed our dancing, staying just as physical as last time. I tried to show off and be even sexier than before, secretly hoping that the guy saw what he was missing. I was getting so turned on from all this energy that I seriously thought about going over to my boyfriend's afterwards…

Our bodies faced each other and Monica brought it to the next level by bringing her face down to my shoulder and lightly licking all the way up my neck. I was so shocked by her audacity that a little moan crept out of my lips. I didn't slow down my dancing, but I got really excited and nervous that she might know how turned on I actually was. How much was all this just a show to her?

She also started running her hands up under my skirt, pushing it up to my thighs and letting her hands roam all over my legs. I was so anxious; how far up was she going to feel? Her fingers crept up my thighs a little more each time before she dropped them away and left me hanging, dancing more without a care.

I felt so exhilarated and naughty. Part of me didn't want to stop, just to see how far she was willing to push it. Did she always act so seductive, no matter who she was with? The next time she moved up to me, she leaned in as if for another kiss. I actually felt myself feel a little disappointed when she merely whispered, "I'm thirsty."

Realizing I was totally hot again, I agreed. "Wanna get another drink?"

"How about we just take off? I'm tired of this music." Her eyes were locked into mine.

"Uh, sure, okay," I assented.

Without another word, we slipped out of the party and were riding in her car back to my place. We didn't say much on the drive back, just some small talk about enjoying the party. We both laughed talking about the hopeless guys that tried to hook up with us, but there was this heavy air of sexual tension in the car. Did she feel it too…?

VI

Once she pulled up to my apartment, she reminded me, "Mind if I get some water? I'm still thirsty!"

I giggled, "Of course, it's the whole reason we left the party!"

As we climbed the stairs to my door, I experienced the funny feeling that I was leading someone up to my room at the end of a date. I felt the giddy pit in my stomach roll at the thought, but then pushed it out of my mind, thinking it was silly.

Inside, I told Monica to make herself at home. She threw her little purse on a chair and flopped onto the couch. "Comfy!" she called out to me. I grabbed two bottled waters from the fridge and brought them over.

She happily took it and took a big swig. "Ah- thanks! I was dying… I was so hot at the party!"

"Jeez!" I smirked at her, "You don't have to rub it in!"

She smiled back and leaned forward to lightly punch me in the leg, "You know what I meant, you dirty girl!"

She said it like a joke, but something about her tone was so sensual. I started feeling hot again, despite my cool drink. I took another sip, saying nothing.

"So… Was your first lesbian date everything you thought it'd be?" she changed the subject.

I almost choked on my water. "Oh- um… I guess so!"

She readjusted in her seat, "I guess it isn't over 'till you kick me out though…" Her lips parted into a sly little smile. She said it exceedingly sexy, as if to emphasize she wasn't serious, but at the same time it made me tense.

"Yeah well, I don't put out on the first date!" I tried to act light-hearted.

She stuck her lower lip out and pouted, "Aww, hard to get!" Her body imperceptibly inched closer to mine on the couch. "You haven't been leading me on, like that boy at the party, have you?"

I laughed with nervous gaiety. "I bet he'd like to see us get together tonight!"

She sighed with agreement, "I bet any guy would!" Suddenly she had effortlessly leaned in right next to me and she whispered in a shy voice, "I bet he's going to… think about us tonight…"

I tried to hide my body from trembling as I felt her breath blow on me when she said it. My mouth hung slightly open in shock, and I turned my face to meet hers to say something, but her eyes pierced into mine and just held me in a trance. I felt my entire body flush and my legs involuntarily squeezed together.

"Yeah…" I breathed out awkwardly.

"Isn't that like, kind of a turn-on?" she asked demurely.

I swallowed hard, realizing my throat suddenly felt dry. "Um, kinda…" I answered timidly.

"Mm, I love it," she said, a little more assertively. Her hand gently found its way onto my thigh, pressing against the fabric of my skirt. My leg jumped a little bit at her touch, but I didn't push her away. I blinked hard and just stared at her. "Just picture all those poor boys that are going home horny tonight… Having to imagine us to get any kind of relief!"

She said it so confidently that suddenly the idea popped into my head as if it were a fact. I lightly bit my tongue and then said, "Yeah, they'd probably pay to be able to see the two of us together…"

Her hand crept down my skirt and her fingers tenderly found their way onto the soft skin of my leg. "Ooh yeah, that'd be so desperate!" she gushed.

My head was spinning in overdrive. How much was she joking? How much was I? Her fingers started pulling my skirt up my leg, exposing my thigh. It felt so thrilling; almost like an out-of-body experience. I couldn't believe I didn't stop her. I smiled, "Sounds like… like um- a good business opportunity…"

My breathing became shallow as her body completely pushed up against mine. She bent her neck down and whispered along my neck, "Hmm! Good idea! Too bad… We're all alone tonight…"

I took a sharp breath in and placed my hand on hers, stopping it from inching up any further. She was practically tickling my inner thigh and I realized in mortification that she might find out how wet I was. Oh my god, I didn't even realize it myself until just then!

Then she gave me a slow kiss on my neck. I breathed out a shaky sigh in response. I thought I was going to pull away, but all I did was stretch my neck out to give her better access.

"Mm- maybe it wouldn't hurt to… practice?" she asked innocently. Before I could say anything, she kissed me again along my neck. And again. Then down to my collarbone.

"M-Monica… I- I..."

"I mean, I've never done anything… like this… before…" she interrupted me, pausing to kiss again down my chest and on the top of my exposed cleavage. I was so sensitive, like my skin was tingling! Her hand didn't move up my leg any further, but she started to squeeze my leg and massage it some. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the back of the couch. It felt so erotic… I don't know. I would never let this happen with a guy, no matter how much I drank… But something about it being a girl made things different. I wanted to just let go.

She slid her body off the couch and kneeled next to me. Her other hand ran on along my leg, feeling my skin. "This… This is…" I trailed off, not knowing what to think.

Her breath felt hot on my leg. I finally let go of her and pressed both my hands into the couch cushions, softly gripping them in hesitation. She lightly raked her nails on my thigh and I gasped quietly.

"This is… what?" she purred at me from below. Her eyes looked up at me and her eyebrows were raised in exaggerated innocence. She lowered her lips to my skin and gave a little peck, then closed her eyes and ran the tip of her tongue an inch along my leg, above my knee.

I took in a deep, shuddering breath at the raw sensuality of it. My thoughts were becoming a fog of sex. But instead of imagining my boyfriend's hard body, I was lost in a haze of soft, lustful femininity. My body unconsciously slid down the couch seat, closer towards the edge. I just wanted to give myself to her touch… Or maybe I wanted to just help her take it…

She placed both hands on the outside of my legs and slowly pushed my skirt up even further. I watched her as she did it, but as soon as I realized she could see my underwear and tell how turned on I was, I shut my eyes in embarrassment. Second thoughts began to creep into my head as I realized this was going too far. Using my hands on the couch as leverage, I weakly attempted to pull myself back and away from her. She sensed my movement and held onto the sides of my legs, kissing up the inside of my thigh… It seemed so inviting…

"I... You… uh, can't…" I protested halfheartedly, squeezing my legs together nervously.

Her fingers found the edge of my panties and deftly hooked around them to begin pulling them down.

"Hmm… That just makes it easier…" she hummed.

My eyes fluttered open in shock as I realized she was right; she was having a much easier time pulling them down now. God, that's not what I meant to happen… was it? I bit the tip of my tongue as I felt my underwear get slowly dragged all the way to my knees. Monica's lips were slightly parted in intent concentration. Then they curled into a pleased smile as they dropped down to my ankles.

She used one hand to deftly work them away from me and the other to slide up between my legs and part them open again. I couldn't believe I was going to let this happen. I couldn't believe I wanted to let it happen! It was like I was on fire down there. My entire body, especially between my legs, was buzzing with hyper-anticipation.

Reaching along my leg and behind me, she rested one hand on the small of my back to gently pull me closer to her. She pushed her other hand up my leg, then lightly raked back down with her nails. I tried to mute a little whimper.

"You're so soft…" she whispered appreciatively.

She slipped her hand up further, stopping just short of my exposed sex. I couldn't bear to watch; my eyes were scrunched shut. I bit my lower lip and ran my tongue behind my teeth, feeling dizzy with emotion. Her nails tickled the inside of my leg, so tantalizingly close to touching it. She kissed further up… So far that I could actually feel her breath there.

I was so nervous; I had no idea what to do. I mean, do I let her…? She lightly blew right onto my slit, purposely teasing me with her warm breath. The sensation shot a jolt through the middle of my body and I had an image of just grabbing the back of her head and forcing her mouth on me. God, I was so fucking hot down there!

She kissed me right around the edge. I actually started to squirm a little bit. What was she waiting for? I was so wet… I felt my face flush even more, wondering if she would think it was weird. But… fuck, I didn't care. I needed her to touch me that way.

"Mmm- Muh-Monica…" I pouted.

"Hmm?" she purred, not moving away from my pussy. She kept tantalizing me.

"I… W-why are… Ohh…"

"I thought… you didn't… put out… on first dates…" her words were punctuated by tormenting kisses.

"Oh god," I moaned out in desperate frustration.

"Don't worry," she hushed, "I won't tell anybody…"

And then it happened. I finally felt her tongue press against me. She gave me a slow, deliberate lick up my waiting pussy and stopped with a little suckling kiss at the top. My neck tightened up and my jaw fell open in an unthinking moan. Her kiss ended as she blew a soft sigh on me, then ran her tongue back down and up to repeat the motion.

It felt like every nerve-ending in my body was being dragged along with her movements. Part of me was relishing in the relief of finally getting the attention I needed. But the rest of me started to build up an even bigger expectation as she effortlessly worked me into a frenzy. I don't know if it was because she was so good at it, or because I was that turned on. But to my dismay, this only lasted for maybe half a minute when everything came crashing back to reality.

My phone rang.

The first ring startled both of us. I clenched my eyes shut again; dread beginning to wash over me. For a split second I felt like an alarm clock was waking me up from a dream. Monica hesitated for a moment, but then gently dug her fingers into my skin and slid her tongue about halfway into me, making me shudder in pleasured surprise.

The second ring forced my eyes open. Who could be calling me? The machine would pick it up… Probably a telemarketer… Hopefully… The sound was so goddamn distracting. Monica's tongue glided out of me and licked along my opening again. Then she pressed her lips against it and gave me a lustful kiss as she slipped her tongue in even further, like she was French-kissing me down there. I uttered out a reflexive "fuck…" between my broken gasps.

The machine picked up right after the third ring. Please hang up… It beeped. Monica didn't let up, but then I heard my boyfriend.

"Hey uh- guess you're not home yet. I was just thinking we could hook up for lunch tomorrow before I go to work. Sooo… gimme a call? Okay, talk to you later." Click.

As soon as his voice broke into the room, my entire body tensed up. Oh god, what the fuck am I doing?! In shock I pushed my body back into the couch, away from Monica. The sudden movement disrupted her concentration and she unwillingly broke away from me. Still on her knees, she looked up at me intently.

"Relax…" she eased into a seductive smile.

"Um, Monica we- we can't…" I stammered, closing my legs and placing my hands on my knees as if to protect myself from her.

"Can't what…?" she purred.

I tried to scoot away from her as she delicately ran her fingers along my legs. "No! I- I have a boyfriend… I should- shouldn't have let…"

She cocked an eyebrow at me. "I'm pretty sure he wouldn't… disapprove…"

My face grew hot with anger instead of pleasure for once. I don't know how much of it was meant for her or for myself. What does she know about my boyfriend? She thinks she knows everybody!

"No… You- I'm sorry, I think you should- uh- g-go…" I couldn't help but to sound like a panicked girl who just got caught breaking the rules.

"I bet he'd even pay if you offered…" Her insinuation bothered me, sending a rush of irritation and arousal back through me.

I pushed the fabric of my skirt back down and got up from the couch. My body was wobbly from my careening emotions. I was completely flustered, not having any idea what to say to her. She leaned back and placed her hands behind her, still kneeling on the floor. It had the effect of stretching her body out and making her shirt ride even further up her chest. I glanced at her long, toned tummy and swallowed hard as I realized her breasts were barely restrained in the thin fabric.

I turned away from her, flexing my fingers between fists and open palms in frantic thought. 'Just get out of here!' I wanted to shout, but no words came to me. I uncertainly made my way behind the couch and thankfully realized she had stood back up.

She wiped her hands along her jeans and gave a sigh, making a disappointed face. "So much for 'no boys allowed'…" she murmured somewhere between annoyance and coy knowing.

I shrugged my shoulders, my heart racing a mile a minute, just wishing I could be alone. I'm pretty sure she could read the distress painted all over my face. She moved over to her purse and rifled through it, looking for her keys.

"Monica… You can't- I mean… about tonight…" I managed to pipe up.

She pulled her keys out, jingling in her hand, and turned around with cool nonchalance. She raised a finger up to her mouth and placed it in front of pursed lips, as if to say 'shh'. "I already said I wouldn't tell."

My heart skipped a beat in awkward relief. I forced a self-conscious smile and went over to the door. "Okay, so uh… I guess I'll see you at work?" I attempted to casually change the topic.

"Yeah, definitely."

I opened the door, trying to hurry her up on her way out. "Okay, cool!"

She fidgeted with her keys to pick out the one for her car. As she stepped out, she smiled, "Okay, see ya later. I had a good time tonight!" She flashed me a really quick look, almost like it was shy, but not really at all, then made her way down to the parking lot.

I mumbled an agreement, my face crimson, and hurried myself inside. I shut the door behind me and leaned my back against it, breathing out a huge sigh. My stomach turned with emotion. I wasn't sure what to feel. I couldn't believe what had happened. I don't know how much time passed with me just standing there in complete disbelief of how I caved in to her seduction.

Eventually I summoned the courage to move. I called my boyfriend back, trying to put the night's events out of my mind. Should I tell him what happened? Was it really cheating? God, with any other girl I could probably play it off as some drunk experience and he might not care too much… but with Monica? He'd probably start to obsess…

I ended up just briefly chatting with him and agreeing to lunch for the next day. Thankfully he didn't probe too much about my night. Hopefully he just figured it was boring girl talk with a bunch of friends. Anyway, I tried not to rouse suspicion but got off the phone as quickly as I could. Afterwards I jumped in the shower to try and clear my head.

VII

The shower didn't help much. As the water cascaded over my body, I tried my hardest to think of anything but her. It was no use. I couldn't help but to recall our dancing, her flirtatious demeanor, her soft touch… I kept asking myself if she had planned it all along. Was she trying to get me to… have sex with her? Or did it just happen; two drunk girls fooling around? Or… did I want it to happen? Was I giving her signals…?

I washed my whole body, soaping everything up. I spent extra time on my breasts, and shook my head in disbelief as I realized I was rubbing my nipples, imagining Monica's shirt stretching over her chest. With trepidation I washed between my legs, which had barely calmed down at all since I had got off the couch.

As I soaped myself up down there, I knew I was still wet and not because of the shower water. My arousal flared up from my own touch, and I realized my body still craved release. I tried to pretend that I wasn't playing with myself as I washed and rubbed between my legs, but part of me knew I was stuck desiring the satisfaction I was denied earlier. A secret part of me was bitter that I couldn't just finish…