The more I thought about what I was going to do, the more and more turned on I was feeling.
While the kettle was boiling, I decided to nip into my room and get changed. Alison was still sitting in the living room, listening to the MP3, zonked out of her gourd, so obviously she didn't see me.
I just realised that she'd seen me going into the bedroom, so she might expect me to be coming back out of the bedroom. This suited me just fine, because I'd had this really hot idea.
I was finally dressed when I heard Alison stirring.
'Cassie?'
'Just a minute.' I checked myself in the vanity mirror. 'Ready.'
I was wearing a blouse and the short skirt I occasionally like to wear to uni to fuck with the mind of my Ethics lecturer. When I came into the living room, I was barefoot.
As I came in, I heard the kettle boiling. 'I'll get us some tea.'
A while later, we were enjoying the tea. Alison was sitting across from me in the high-backed comfy chair next to the radiator, which is where I normally sit when the weather gets cold. Me, I was sitting on the sofa. I'd put my notes on the coffee table, and we were discussing the plans for the following night's session in the studio - what we'd planned, when we were going to rehearse the podcast and all of that.
I watched Alison throughout. At first she seemed a little surprised; but after a few minutes, she felt comfortable. Even a little turned on. Our chat was cordial, businesslike, but Alison was clearly getting distracted.
Finally, she raised her hand. 'Cassie, there is something I have to ask.'
'What?'
'Why are you wearing no knickers underneath? I mean, since you and me sat down here, the past ten minutes you've been spreading your legs and flashing your shaven pussy at me.'
'Ah.'
Alison fanned her flushing face. 'I wouldn't mind, but you're incredibly distracting.'
'I didn't know you were into girls. I thought you were with Dick.'
'Mike. And I was. But we broke up, remember?' Beads of perspiration were forming on her forehead. Alison got up. 'Look, I'm sorry, I've got to go -'
'No, wait.' I got up and went over to her, touching her arm. 'Please. I'm - I'm sorry. Okay? I - I didn't think you'd ... you'd mind ...'
Alison turned to look at me. 'I know.' She bit her lip. 'Just that I just split up with Dick and I don't know where I am right now and -'
'Mike,' I said.
'What?'
'Mike. You called him "Dick."'
Alison snorted. 'Now you've got me doing it.'
The kiss was a surprise. I felt her arms sweeping around me, her soft lips pressing against mine, and her delightful scent. And then the lust surged up and that was it.
So it started with Alison sitting on the sofa, watching me dance. I put on I've Got An Angel by Eurythmics while I danced; it was my big sister's favourite track when we were kids. I only remember that it always made me hot, even though I couldn't describe how it made me feel.
The power of imagination goes right to my head
The power of imagination goes right to my head
The power of imagination goes right to my head
The power of imagination goes right to my head
And I said ...
I pulled open my blouse a little so Alison could see. I drew my fingers between my breasts and pressed them to my lips, then leaned over and kissed Alison's lips so she could taste me. The music changed, and I continued to dance for her, shedding my blouse and letting it drop to the floor. I had my bra on, and my skirt, and that was it.
Turning away from her, I gyrated my backside at her, occasionally flashing my bare behind and exposed pussy at her. As I turned back, my bra came off and I was dancing topless in front of her. Alison was getting so hot; fanning her face, loosening her blouse as I edged closer to her, grinding my hips provocatively as if to invite her tongue and fingers to come and meet me.
Alison held up her hand. 'My turn,' she whispered, getting up. 'Sit.'
Now it was her turn to dance, putting on something hot I hadn't heard before. Watching her hips swaying, I felt myself getting wet underneath. It was a long track, and she was taking her sweet time to take off her blouse. She was just teasing me, and it felt like it as going on all night. But finally, she had the blouse off, and after a few twirls her bra was off too, and she was just dancing in her jeans. I can't remember when she'd taken off her shoes.
When her jeans began to slide down to the ground, I was already touching myself underneath, my fingers dipping into my wet juices as Alison slowly edged closer to me, her hips gyrating in time with the beat, opening her legs so she could straddle me.
'Christ, if you knew how wet this was making me,' she whispered. I looked down at her muff and saw glistening down there.
'I can see,' I replied. I wanted to dance with her. Something in the track.
'I don't remember downloading this,' I said.
'I answered your text. I don't remember what it said, but there was this soundtrack on your music system and I thought I'd play it.'
My hips were gyrating along with hers. I couldn't stand it any more. I had to get up and dance with her. My skirt hit the floor in a rumpled pile. We were so close that we could feel each other's hot breath on our bodies. I could catch her scent, feel the heat from her body coming off in waves.
The music seemed to be going on forever. Alison was panting.
'Maybe you should take a rest,' I said.
'I can't,' Alison replied. 'I can't stop dancing.'
To my surprise, neither could I.
'Why are you smiling?'
'I'm not smiling, Alison. Why are you smiling?'
Alison touched her face. 'I have no idea.' I saw her reaching for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the table. I was shocked to see her take one out of the pack and light it, blowing a stream of smoke to the ceiling, before resuming her gyrating dance.
'I didn't know you smoked, Alison.'
'I don't smoke,' Alison replied, taking a cheek-hollowing drag and exhale. 'I just wanted to.'
She had no idea how much I wanted to touch her at that moment. I felt like I desperately needed to come soon, as if I'd been on the verge of an orgasm for hours.
If nobody touched me soon, I knew I was going to explode.
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