—DRUNKEN MISTAKES—
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Whilst pulling furiously at my ever-riding-up black skirt, I entered Hoes n Bros with a sense of anticipation and the smell of jäger attacking my nostrils. The dance floor was full; the phrase 'packed like sardines' certainly springing to mind and although Lisa and I found it increasingly difficult to manoeuvre around the many sweaty bodies, we proceeded to push our way through the crowd nevertheless; with only one destination in mind- the bar.
"Four shots of tequila and two Budweisers please, mate," ordered Lisa from behind, struggling to be heard over the pounding music.
Kai nodded his head in understanding and set about prepping our drinks, catching me looking.
"Where's the other one tonight?" he asked, indeed referring to Rosé, which in turn, made me smile.
I instantly felt the corners of my mouth twitch in mischievous delight; caused by the conscious decision I made to wingwoman my best friend.
"Not out I'm afraid. I'm sure she'll be pleased to know you were asking after her though," I said, or rather shouted; much to the music's convenience.
He gently handed over our beers and with wide eyes, smiled that knicker throwing smile of his.
That's right, not only will his smile drop knickers, it will have you throwing the damn things away for life!
"Why would me asking after her please her?" he smirked, thankfully participating in the playful banter I had set up for us both.
"Why don't you call her and ask," I grinned, slyly handing over one of Rosé's business cards.
Her boss, Harold Hallowitz, had insisted she get them for the easy distribution to important clients. Thankfully, Kai took it no questions asked, and placed it carefully in his back pocket, sending a friendly wink my way whilst doing so. His attention then returned back to his work as he proceeded to pour out our four shots.
"That'll be twenty-five, sixty pal," he yelled to Lisa, whose front was currently pressed against my back.
She passed him the cash and pulled at the hem of my skirt when I attempted to bring it further down.
"Stop pulling at it. You're not flashing anything," she ensured, embracing her amusement.
I craned my neck to enable myself a better angle to reply.
"I can't help it, I feel like I'm showing my underwear to the world. I can't believe I let you talk me into wearing this," I pouted, making sure she could see clearly just how unhappy I was about it. "You know I'm a jeans kind of girl," I added, smiling through her insistence to smirk.
Lisa had come around to mine for seven as planned and insisted I change my conservative outfit, which according to her, was something her grandmother would've worn back in the 80's. She recommended the black skirt and glittery tank top combo, finishing the entire ordeal off with a much appreciated suggestion of "I would."
She always did have such a way with words.
"Relax, you're not showing anything and besides, you have a fantastic arse, Kim," she delighted, cracking me right across it.
The action caused me jolt forward and as I ended up slamming my stomach into the bar on an elegant groan, I cursed my best friend for all that she was. Lisa, having seen none of this, simply leaned over me to grab her drink; the feel of her groin pressing into my arse certainly bringing me back to reality. Blushing furiously (and thanking the high heavens above for the low lighting) I subtly shrugged off my embarrassment and followed suit by taking hold of my first shot.
"To Jennie's fantastic arse," she marvelled, holding up the tequila glass to toast the air surrounding us.
Her jaw widened into a full blown grin and I instantly smiled, joining in with her celebratory suggestion by singing a happy, "cheers!" The fiery liquid made quick leeway on sliding down my throat and whilst warming me from the inside out, I jumped when the sensation of cool breath stung at my bare arm.
"One more, Jen," she whispered, holding up the second shot and daring me with her eyes, so perfectly blue.
Yellows, purples and reds all combined together to create a firework of explosions in her ocean-like iris's and I couldn't have been any more drawn to them at that moment.
"This time, we toast to my arse because I'm feeling left out," she laughed, bootie bopping me like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.
"You damn tease!" I replied, necking the second shot and noticing its intense taste that time around.
"You ready to boogie, Kim?" she asked, finishing off her own shot, but not without dribbling slightly.
"Honestly Lisa, who even says 'boogie' anymore?" I giggled, using my thumb to wipe away the fallen liquid on her chin.
Her gaze followed my actions and darkened when I brought the pad of my thumb up to my mouth and licked away the tiny droplet of tequila. She visibly swallowed, and although nothing was said, her eyes spoke a thousand words.
I needed to do something!
"Come on then, Manoban. Let's bloody well boogie!"
If I thought the bar was busy, I'd dread to think what the dance floor would fall under, category wise. People everywhere were pressed up to one another and although fully air conditioned, I was sweating buckets. On more than one occasion, I collided with Lisa and she was constantly having to sturdy me, which had absolutely nothing to do with the two jäger bombs we did together. I swore my alcohol intake was getting worse, and the fact that I was seeing two of everyone was proof enough I needed to pace myself.
"You okay?"
Once again, Lisa reached out and latched her hands on my hips, offering me a means of support which I was extremely thankful for. As per usual, she was handling her drink much better than me.
"All good. I just didn't know you were a twin, that's all," I laughed, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
The joke wasn't even funny and only seemed to further worry Lisa, who looked at me as though I was mad. I quickly grabbed onto her shirt and shook her a little; keen to prove that while I was drunk, I was not at the stage of needing to be carried to bed just yet.
"I'm fine, Lisa. You okay?" I asked, reaching up on my tiptoes to speak my enquiry down her ear.
At the exact moment I prepared to come back down, a heavy body slammed into my back and harshly shoved me forward. I tried to suppress it, but my moan of disapproval spewed straight out and although undergoing intense pain as a result of what quite frankly felt like a cracked rib, I was mortified to discover it sounded sexual. Lisa's already firm grip on me tightened as I attempted to breathe through the discomfort and only once it was too late did I realise I was practically panting down her ear whilst still attached to her at the groin. I hastily pulled away and upon doing so, managed to accidentally graze my lips along her jawline, pulling a reaction from her in the form of a deep growl simmering at the roots. I honestly had no idea how to react, so I simply looked up and met her eye.
Big Mistake!
Her gaze was curious, yet firm; not to mention incredibly hot, which dare I say suited her rather well. I'd never known what was meant by the term 'lustful eyes' up until that point. I had to remind myself that despite the fact my entire body was reacting to Lisa, she was my childhood best friend and not some good looking girl I'd just met on a night out.
"Jennie Kim, did you just stage three me?" she asked; voice tremoring with every word.
Her tone was neither light nor humorous and even though my instinct was encouraging me to deny everything, my brain couldn't function a coherent sentence. I began to shake my head out of protest and instantly came to regret it; feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol and the events that had taken place in the past sixty seconds.
"Take me home," I blurted out, intending for my request to come across as a demand to my mental wellbeing and not an invitation to my sexual desires.
It would appear Lisa, being Lisa, took it to mean the latter.
How convenient.
"What? You want me to take you home?" she asked; shock, disbelief and excitement all rolled in together to create one hell of a high pitched tone.
I closed my eyes in an attempt to escape the mass unravelling going on around me and felt Lisa's arm snake around my back as she continued to talk to me.
"Hey, hey, hey. Are you feeling okay?" she questioned, gently pulling on my chin to grab my attention.
I hesitantly opened my eyes and before I could rationalise what I was doing, pressed my lips to hers in a clumsy kiss that made little to no sense. I had no idea what possessed me to do such a thing, but as I slipped further into the enjoyment of her velvet lips against my own, I couldn't seem to pull away for the life of me. Literal fireworks shone overhead in the form of night club lighting, all awhile Lisa took possession of my mouth in a caress I was sure neither one of us would recover from. She owned me with that one exchange and her hands —warm and safe— came up to cup my face, while her tongue subtly grazed past my bottom lip. I instinctively pressed myself closer to her body and relished the feel of her rock hard frame against mine in what was absolutely the most intimate position I'd ever encountered with her. It was hard to explain the cocktail of emotions that swam around in my head as I practically tongue fucked my childhood best friend in the middle of Hoes n Bros with little to no consideration of our surroundings. It was strange how natural it felt to connect with her that way, and as the ever growing feeling of her erection poked at my lower stomach, I could only assume she was experiencing a similar enjoyment.
"Lisa."
I ground out her name on a breathless sign, not knowing why.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?" she questioned, urgently expressing her concerns.
Her rosy stained, slightly swollen lips, glimmered with moisture under the lights and sweet mother of all things sinful, if I said it didn't turn me on I'd be lying.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong, I just—" I paused before continuing. "I like kissing you," I added, feeling shy for having said so.
"Then why'd you stop?" she smirked, joining us yet again.
This time, I moaned into her mouth as I freely dragged my fingers through her silk-like hair, stopping twice when her tangles got caught up in my grip. Her expert motion played havoc on my insides, and just as I was getting into it, she pulled away, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness.
"Come on, let's get out of here," she pleaded, pulling slightly on my arm when I failed to make a move.
"Where?" I asked, dumbfounded by all the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
"Home. I'll take you home. My home," she explained, bringing her head closer to mine. "With me. Please?" she continued, swaying my decision with one look of pure filth.
It took all of two seconds for me to come up with the very mature conclusion of, "Fuck it; when in Rome!" drunkenly so. I never did understand what was meant by that saying. Was it considered normal behaviour to dry hump your best friend in Rome? Was going back to her place to have sex fine in Rome? And was acting on total impulse with no regard to the consequences encouraged in Rome? And why the fuck was I suddenly in Rome?
"Okay," I replied, physically squealing when Lisa all but swept me off my feet and carried me towards the open exit where I was subject to the harsh stab of October air.
I definitely wasn't cold at the beginning of the night and I suddenly stopped Lisa with an insistent yank of the arm, enjoying the way her muscles rippled perhaps a little too much.
"My jacket, it's in the cloakroom," I cried, thankful for my handbag which carried all the essentials; phone, keys, polos.
"Fuck the jacket, I'll buy you a new one," she insisted, carrying on with her wayward journey.
"But I'm freezing, Lisa and I love that jacket," I protested, wiggling slightly to emphasise my displeasure.
We made it to the top where she careful placed me down and in one smooth motion, wrapped me up in a hug that had me warm within seconds.
"I'll come back for it tomorrow," she ensured, pulling me along the deserted path to flag down a taxi. "Camden, please, mate. Castlehaven Road," she instructed, reeling off her address in North London to the tired looking driver.
We both piled in on clumsy legs and the second my arse hit the leather seat, my mouth was once again taken hostage by Lisa's ever impressive one, nibbling away like nobody's business. Like a woman starved, she feasted on my lips until the soft flesh became numb and the feeling of human contact ceased to exist. Not that, that stopped her, mind you. She merely made work on my neck, and chomped down on what I assumed to be the mother of all love bites until our driver decided to intervene.
"I have a no sex policy in my car. Cool it, you two," he stated, making me laugh.
I had no idea who this stranger was, but his ability to cock-block was really rather impressive, if not slightly annoying. I'd say Lisa was most definitely in agreement if her ever displeasing moan was anything to go by.
"Drive faster then," she mumbled, in no way impressed by our chauffeur, made worse by my insistence to giggle at the situation.
I couldn't be a hundred percent sure but I swore the driver purposefully slowed down after that and travelled at a snail's pace through the busy streets of London. It would seem my best friend was somewhat impatient, and I noticed the clock on the dashboard- which was a cross between exactly that and a holding place for McDonald's cups- displayed a rather pathetic 11.52pm, meaning we didn't even make it to midnight.
"Here's fine. Keep the change," insisted Lisa, all but throwing a twenty at the man and narrowly missing a face plant to the floor on her way out.
She didn't hang around before dragging me along with her and before I knew it, I was delightfully sandwiched between her lean body and her front door, patiently waiting for her to locate her keys.
"Lisa, hurry up!" I strained, getting increasingly frustrated by her inability to open a bloody door.
"I'm trying, the thing won't budge!" she insisted, jolting forward and slamming us both into the solid object.
Thankfully, our added body weight seemed to encourage the thing to open and on a disgruntled grunt, we both fell through, laughing like the drunken idiots we were. Before given the chance to sober up, I was then harshly shoved against her far side wall and dragged along her lean body; legs instantly wrapping around her narrow hips. I wasn't thinking rationally in the slightest. My brain couldn't seem to connect to my body in a way that would see me stop. Lisa was skilled, not to mention incredibly sexy. She was also my best friend though and the thought of following through with this was both terrifying and thrilling in equal measures. Once we did this, there was no real way of going back. It seemed like a good idea, but I'd no doubt regret it tomorrow.
"Bedroom. Now!" I gasped, encouraging her with a dramatic squeeze of my legs and hoped that in doing so, I was able to speed up her actions.
Of course, she was more than happy to oblige and before I knew it, I was situated in the centre of her spacious bedroom, having my minimal layers peeled off one by one. First, my skirt was removed, followed by the swift departure of my sequined top, leaving me in only my underwear, though happy about it, I was not. Why I felt the need to fashion my white cotton knickers and baby blue, cupcake bra was beyond me.
Damn laundry day!
"Cupcakes," she smiled, fingering the material's edge with her soft touch and smirking her way through each goosebump that appeared on my non-existent cleavage.
"Perhaps my subconscious mind knew this would happen tonight," I whispered, clumsily yanking on her jeans to rid the things.
Thankfully, I managed to distract her from my poor choice in attire and was able to continue with my wayward journey, insistently so. We both stumbled our way towards her double bed, falling onto the neatly folded sheets with impressive precision, given we were both moderately shitfaced and about as elegant as two six-year-olds high on sugar.
"Lift," she demanded, reaching around me to unhook my pathetic excuse of a bra and soon disposed of the monstrosity across the room.
In doing so, I was left exposed in the most vulnerable way imaginable, prompting the beginnings of what felt like the wildest of blushes to spread across my cheeks in an unforgiving pursuit to further embarrass me. It was normal to experience such self-consciousness when naked before any one. Though given my relationship with Lisa, it was utterly crazy. The last time I saw her naked was when I accidentally walked in on her showering at Uni last year. Even then, I'd been too shocked to really appreciate her lean form and perfect muscles.
That being said, as she sunk both teeth into her lower lip and lightly stroked my inner thigh, I found she was able to build me up as far as pent up sexuality went, limiting me to a moaning mess.
"Such a sweet sound," she declared, smiling her way through saying so.
She was thick and long beneath her boxers and without so much as thinking of the consequences, I reached out to grab her, finding her hot to the touch.
"See what you do to me, Jennie?" she gasped, as though in pain. "I'm as hard as fucking stone."
My drunken mind giggled at her obvious strain and I took drastic matters into my own hands, though did so without the use of my actual hands, having had them removed firmly from their groping position. Each one was locked in place above my head and was in no hurry to move any time soon.
"On a scale of one to ten, how likely are we going to regret this?" I asked, purposely grinding myself along her rock hard shaft.
She moaned her appreciation straight down my ear and although long past the point of return, I found I somewhat required an answer at least.
"I could never regret this, Jennie. Not one bit," she replied, suddenly serious.
With her uttered insistence out in the open, we were left staring at each other, engaging in what was quite possibly the most intense exchange to ever have taken place between us in our nineteen years of friendship. Powerful. Sexy. Smouldering. There was no doubt in my mind I wanted this.
I wanted Lisa.
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