The Senior Dance had been ok. But neither Nat’s date nor mine seemed all there. Justin could barely shuffle his feet to music, and Nat kept sneaking roll-eyes to me every time Kevin tried to look down her dress or ‘accidentally’ grope her.
We thought things might get better at the ‘after party’ at Kevin’s house with about 10 of us going there because his parents were out for he weekend. Someone had snuck a joint in, or maybe it was Kevin’s, and things started looking even better. We were all going to go down to Kevin’s dad’s home theater and watch inappropriate movies and then, maybe….but then one of the idiot boys asked Kevin if his game system was also hooked up to that humongous screen, and before we knew it, all 5 guys and at least two of the girls were at some stupid soldier game, taking turns playing and razzing each other. Emily took one look at the situation, cursed out her date, and stormed off.
That left Nat and I who were decidedly not gamers, high and dry. So, we raided Kevin’s fridge, sat on Kevin’s couch, and complained about the boys, until we ran out of funny stories to tell. I made a jokingly exaggerated try at looking down Nat’s top. And then she made a mock grope for my breast. But she kind of didn’t miss, and when she squeezed I gasped.
Nat pulled her hand back and looked apologetic, but as if from a distance, I watched my hand reach out to stop hers from retreating, and place it back on my breast over my dress. After a second’s hesitation she squeezed again, and I sighed. And then my hand was on Nat’s breast, and our faces were getting closer. And then we were kissing, hands roving.
My senses weren’t behaving right. It seemed like when my exploring hand found its way between Nat’s parting legs, it was my own pussy that felt the stroke. It took a while to realize Nat was doing the same to me as I was to her, and we sighed into each other’s mouths. Her panties were damp under my fingers, and I was getting wetter with each stroke of hers.
A chorus of cheers and jeers from the basement reminded us where we were.
“Do they have bedrooms here?” Nat asked as we squirmed under each other’s teasing.
“Let’s find out,” I said.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 
This is one of those stories I wish I could SEE what you saw in your minds eye.