After a few too many drinks, Julie took Gill upstairs to bed. She was tired and vulnerable, and very drunk. They both had work in the morning and couldn't afford to not sleep off two bottles of wine. Julie lay Gill down and took each shoe off.

'Goodnight' Julie whispered, leaning forward to kiss Gill's forehead. Gill tilted her head back, meaning that Julie's lips met Gill's lips instead of her head. Gill sucked on Julie's lower lip, never wanting to let go. Julie pulled back and blamed it on the drink. She knew Gill was in a very dark place and was very vulnerable; she didn't want to take advantage of her friend. Julie turned to walk away, but Gill grabbed her hand, pulling her body on top of her own. After a moment of gazing into her friend's eyes she rolled on, ending up on top. Her breasts were squashed against Julie's, her breathing becoming more audible. She lent in and closed her eyes, the warm feel of Julie's mouth hungrily crashing around her lips. Her tongue nervously explored Julie's mouth, retracting every now and again to re-assure herself. Julie rolled Gill back, still holding onto her tightly, not letting their bodies part, even for a second. She had only been so protective of her before, mothering her almost, because she was truly, madly and deeply in love with her, she always had been, but she was never going to admit it. This was like a dream come true for Julie, she would savour every last second with this beautiful woman before her eyes, cherish every touch, and remember this forever.

Julie stroked Gill's hair with one finger, brushing it away from her eyes, then drawing a line with the same finger around the edge of Gill's face, marking the structure of her cheek bones. Her hand moved down Gill's neck, eventually arriving at her chest. She then moved her hands down the sides of her body, pulling her jumper up from the bottom, exposing her, now flat, perfectly formed breasts that were held by a black lace bra. Her held fell forward, leaning on Gill's warm chest, breathing her in, not just the smell of her perfume, but the smell of her, Gill. The jumper was pulled over her head and fell silently to the carpet beneath them. Julie placed her hand just below Gill's neck, slowly stroking down to the edge of her bra. As her hand touched her breast for the first time, Gill shuddered, enjoying the sensation, but nervous at the same time. Julie soothed and re-assured her, and continued to caress her. She moved her black nails inside Gill's bra, exploring the skin that lay beneath. With her free hand, Julie pulled at the black strap around each shoulder. Her hand wound around Gill's back lifting her slightly, both hands unclasping her bra. She removed each strap from her arms, throwing the bra carelessly. Each hand took a breast, holding it, squeezing it, and then kissing it gently.

Gill lay there groaning slightly, nervous in anticipation, but enjoying the sensation she had almost forgotten.

She moved down to her skirt, not caressing her or being gentle; she needed her now. He skirt and tights were ripped from her limp body, Gill lay on her bed with the dominant woman completely naked.

Julie couldn't last any longer, and ripped her clothes off with Gill's help. She pushed herself against her friend, their warm naked bodies entwined. She kissed her and stroked her hair.

The pair fell asleep in each other's arms, their legs still tangled in each other's. Their incapacity led them to their final positions of the evening, by the time the drink had worn off and hangovers had kicked in, it would have been too late. They had already done it. Julie got what she had always dreamt of; Gill got the shag she was desperate for. But was it the biggest mistake of their lives?