SURRENDERING MY INNOCENCE!…(4)

12th January

“Rum or vodka?” she asks huskily, releasing my face from her hands as if a wicked thought had suddenly struck her.

“What?”

“Which would you rather have? You should be getting drunk instead of letting this beautiful face be ruined with tears.”

I fall back, the compliment hitting me without warning and catching me off balance. I smiled brightly, teeth grazing my lower lip behind the smile. She let her gaze linger, eyes slowly roaming my entire body with heated appreciation.

“You’ve had a long day. Go have a bath,” she commands, guiding me into the bathroom with firm hands on my shoulders. I obey without words. I had no strength left for stubbornness. My day had been the complete opposite of what my diary predicted. A warm bath wouldn’t hurt.

“I’ll be right back,” she coos, flashing her index finger at me before walking off with a masculine sway that screamed raw sexual confidence. I watched her go, a hungry smile curling the corner of my lips.

I scan the spacious room: a perfectly sized bed, big enough for five people.. A single couch at the foot of the bed, like in those movies featuring a chronic playboy. I shake my head.

My eyes meet a picture frame holding baby Jordan, when she looked like a young girl dressed as a lawyer, her wig sitting comically on her tiny head.

The fact that her parents are millionaires makes me question her surprising humility. She never let anyone discover how rich she truly was, beyond the luxury she casually flaunted.

She was twenty and in high school, but she didn’t care about the gossip. She only returned because her parents had threatened her.

She had always dreamed aloud of becoming a musician, but they refused. So she dropped out in rebellion. She only agreed to their terms if they let her pursue music in college.

While sitting under the spluttering shower, my head spins with memories of Jordan’s hands on me. The sudden hot flush of blood and throbbing arousal that overwhelmed me made my legs weak.

My hidden fantasy of being touched by another girl existed only in my diary. I never imagined my body would react with such desperate hunger to Jordan’s touch.

My breath seized at the memory of her tongue on my skin. “Mmmmmm,” I gasped, running my hands sensually over my wet body. I shook my head.

Trying to push away these filthy, aching thoughts invading me. She was my best friend, nothing more. Besides, she must have done it out of platonic love. It was nothing sexual.

I hurry through my bath, suddenly feeling a rush of cool sensitivity across my skin. When I stepped out, my uniform had been replaced by a clean set of folded silk pajamas laid at the edge of the bed, along with a shaving stick. I picked it up, puzzled.

“I left it there should you want to shave your legs… or anything else,” Jordan’s voice called from the door as she walked toward me, bottle in hand with shot cups. I laughed loudly. She looked so adorably clueless about feminine rituals. She had changed into a tight Hugo designer shoulder-curve singlet and tiny knickers

She raises a toast to secret struggles and friendship.

Clang!

Our glasses click together. More vodka followed, one burning shot after another. I was a light drinker, but I needed to drown the hurt. I ignored her warnings to slow down. I just wanted to fall asleep and escape the pain.

Moments later, my head is spinning. Jordan’s image doubles from where I sit. A mild headache pounds faintly.

She sits across from me on the picnic mat she had laid out, steadily downing more shots, fully in control. But not me—I could barely move.

Still, the insistent, squeezing throb of my pussy kept me grounded in reality. I didn’t realize how soaked my panties had become until I slipped my hand under the pajamas to pinch my nipples tightly, hard enough to ache deliciously. Jordan’s eyes widen as she watches me play with them, squeezing and tugging sharply.

“Ahhhh, this feels so fucking good,” I moan with my eyes shut, fighting to contain the wild pleasure jolting through my core.

I roll my hips in slow, needy circles, trying to contain the rising heat spreading from my sensitive nipples to my dripping pussy. It felt so good and painfully intense at the same time. I didn’t know I could feel this way until now. I felt light and free, yet strangely lost in the sensation.

Jordan tilts her head, watching me with burning intensity, her lips rosy and parted. She bites her lower lip hard, as if struggling not to rip me apart with desire.

“That’s enough drink for today, Ana,” her sweet voice coos suddenly. I flash a euphoric smile, completely blissed out. My hands fall from my nipples. A wave of shy shame washes over me.

She rises swiftly, tugging the shot glass from my hand.

“I have something to tell you, Jordy,” I say, speech slurred and thick. Her lips curve into a warm smile.

“Jordy?”…

She chuckles warmly.

“How did you come up with that, Ana?” she asks through cracking laughter.

“I’m feeling very… emotional. I mean commotional.”

“Yeah, yeah, come here. You should be in bed, not commotional,” Jordan mocks playfully. She moves toward me, sliding her hands under my legs and lifting me. I wrap my arms tightly around her neck, legs kicking playfully as I melt into her embrace.

She carries me to the bed and lays me down softly, but I pull her closer, tighter, leaving her waist hovering above me, faces inches apart.

“You’re so, so, so beautiful, Jordan, and I have a secret confession about you in my diary. Wanna hear?”

“Yes, tell me.”

“I want to lose my virginity to a girl… I’ve always wanted that.”

She stops blinking, my words chilling her for a moment. I knew what I was saying even if drunk. She scoffs softly.

“I want you to fuck me, Jordan,” I say, expression serious, lips pressed into a line.

“You’re drunk, Ana. You have no id—”

“Fuck me, Jordan! I know you want to.”

A muscle twitches in her jaw. Her eyes widen, staring intensely.

I jolt upright, pulling her closer by her shirt, eyes locked on hers. My lips part softly, searching her gaze.

Her hot breath caresses my face, lips swollen with the same hunger.

Then she grabs my neck and crashes her lips into mine with a tense, needy gasp. Her hands pull me closer as she sucks my lower lip with intense craving.

“Mmmm,” she groans, devouring my mouth like a starving lover finally unleashed. Her tongue plunges deep into my throat. I whimper softly, my body trembling with aching need.

“Are you sure you want this, Ana?” she gasps, pulling back with a fiery exhale.

“Yes!” I reply, heart pounding.

“Then be ready to surrender yourself completely to me,” she says, tracing her tongue teasingly over my lower lip while her hands firmly grip my tits.

“I’m all yours, Jordan… please take me.”

Her eyes widen with raw hunger. She tugs violently at my pajama buttons. They scatter across the floor with loud taps. My tits spill free, nipples stiff and begging right before her face. She stares, lips parting in awe.

“These are beautiful,” she murmurs, lowering her mouth and pulling my left nipple between her warm lips.

“Ohhhhh!” I scream as her mouth claims my aching nipple. The sweet pleasure-pain makes every suck feel intoxicating. She sucks hard and mercilessly, rolling her tongue in hungry swirls. My pussy clenches desperately, juices leaking down my thighs.

Then she pulls me up from the bed, replacing my warmth with hers.

“Come here,” she says, gesturing with her index finger for me to straddle her lap. I wrap my legs around her waist, sitting on her thighs. My tits hang and sway temptingly above her lips.

Our eyes lock. But now I place my hands on her head, begging for more, body throbbing with need. This was the first time my nipples had ever been sucked so my entire life, and it felt incredible. I wanted more.

Her head follows my pull, capturing my right nipple in her hot mouth.

“Oh god!” I cry as she sucks deeply, longer this time. Her hand teases the other hard nipple, rolling and pinching it firmly. Her tongue and lips work my sensitive tits with such skill that every tug makes me lose more control.

“Ah… ohhhh… Fuck!” I moan as she devours them expertly. I run my hands through her hair, but she pins them behind my back, holding me helpless. Her mouth claims my tender nipples even harder until they throb painfully.

Her eyes blaze up at me. “ Have you ever been fucked with a strap-on?” she asks suddenly, lips releasing my nipple with a wet pop.

I go blank, chest heaving under her piercing gaze. I shake my head. No. A fresh surge of excitement flooding my virgin pussy.

“Wait here,” she says, planting a deep kiss on my lips. From the drawer she pulls out a thick 5-inch strap-on toy and holds it up for me. My heartbeat seizes with raw anticipation.