Authors: Jill Gates
"Listen, you're awesome," Sophia said, "But I don't want to be some kind of mistake for you." Stepping closer to Vanessa, Sophia slid her other arm around the woman's waist, "I'm a programmer. I detest making mistakes."
Smiling impishly, the blonde started to play idly with Sophia's fingers, the smooth, long digits feeling strangely electric beneath her touch. "I can tell you're hurting," Vanessa said, "That's what I do. I help people feel better." Blue eyes wide, she leaned closer to the brunette, staring into her eyes, "You seem very anxious. What can I do to help you relax?"
"Stay the night," Sophia blurted, without thinking. "Please?"
In response, Vanessa slid one arm around the other woman, marveling at her mixture of nervous anticipation, reluctance and desire. "I'll stay," she said, "As long as we do something fun. I haven't had a sleepover since I was in high school." They both giggled drunkenly at the statement, leaning into each other naturally, hands starting to slide along their waistlines, back and hips. Drawing a deep breath, Vanessa stopped chuckling and rested her arms around Sophia's waist, mentally admiring the younger woman's trim, athletic hips. "I can follow your lead," Vanessa said, her voice low, sensual, "But I need some water first." Grimacing, "On second thought, bathroom, then water."
Nodding, Sophia untangled her fingers from around the blonde and watched her saunter to the bathroom, heart full and pounding out of control. A second later, she remembered the in room fridge had water, snacks and other beverages. She grabbed a few bottles of water from the fridge and noted the rum and cokes, just in case. In moments, she had them settled on the windowsill. Sophia double checked the closet was shut, to ensure the blonde would not see her equipment. She wasn't sure where the drinks should go and was about to move them a second time when Vanessa emerged from the bathroom.
"Thanks," Vanessa said, "I'm so thirsty." She strode confidently over to the windowsill, her hips swaying seductively. Sophia could not help but stare, drunkenly, forgetting anything else as she just enjoyed the way the blonde walked across the room. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be right back," Sophia said, cheeks flushed. Scurrying off to the bathroom, she left Vanessa standing there, holding the bottle of water.
"What am I doing?" Vanessa asked herself, breaking the seal on the water bottle and draining almost half the arrowhead in one go. "She's so cute, and fun," pausing, she swallowed a smaller sip of water, "But so young. At least she looks young; and in college." Frowning, she finished in her head,
and a woman
. Irritated, she thought back to the steak head in the bar, and had a sudden, overwhelming desire to strangle the next guy who approached her with that kind of cocky smirk.
The alcohol fading from her system, she just felt tired, and lonely. Sophia's hotel room was neat, clean and organized. Vanessa guessed her clothes must be in the closet and probably packed already for her flight. All in all, it was a strange situation. Another time, she could easily see becoming great friends with the young woman. At that moment, after all the flirting, her own frustration, she just wished she was at home, with a nice bubble bath and her favorite toy. Shivering, she set the water bottle down and rubbed her arms, debating on what she should say to excuse herself.
"Vanessa?"
Turning, she saw the young brunette had changed into a towel, showing off her long, slender arms and trim thighs. Shocked, Vanessa could only stare, her body reacting without thought, nipples stiffening and her thighs aching for no reason she could rationalize.
I looked like that when I was twenty-three
, she thought, finally regaining some composure.
"Would you please keep me company tonight?"
Chapter Three
Three
"I don't know," Vanessa replied, cheeks flushed despite her body's reaction, the rational part of her mind was still screaming
no
. "I'm not interested in a one night stand."
"Neither am I."
"You also realize, I'm straight," Vanessa continued, without a beat or pause.
"That's okay," Sophia replied, smiling slightly. "I can't believe you're here, with me." She blushed prettily, running a hand through her now loose long brown hair. "When I leaned over the bar, I desperately wanted to irritate you." Her face turned brighter red, and she shrugged, almost loosing her towel before grabbing it to rewrap it around her ample chest. "Only because I envied your confidence, your charisma," Sophia paused, gulping. "Your body."
"You envy me?" Vanessa was stunned, her blue eyes wide.
"You're what, twenty-six?" Sophia asked. Inwardly, Vanessa corrected,
twenty-eight
. "And less than one percent of the woman I go to school with even remotely compare." Taking a deep breath, Sophia continued, "I know we're drunk but, I'd love to be your friend. Is that okay?"
"Sure," Vanessa replied, sipping more water. She licked her lips, without thinking, eyeing the younger woman's towel clad body once more and feeling decidedly uncomfortable in her dress. "Ah, would you mind if I change into a towel as well?" She shrugged, the dress again clinging to her chest, "This isn't the most comfortable of dresses."
"Go ahead," Sophia replied, "Mi casa es su casa." Vanessa smiled gratefully and whisked past her, tempted to tug the towel off the younger woman but restraining the naughty impulse.
Moments later, she emerged from the bathroom, clad in the towel and her undergarments. She had considered shucking those for a moment, but in her mind, she could not come to grips with what she was doing. So, by keeping those on, she told herself it was just a friendly sleep over, like she'd had in high school. Emerging from the bathroom, she saw Sophia standing at the windowsill, drinking from her water bottle. The brunette's hair hung lose, reaching half way down her back. Vanessa paused, breathing deep, the drunken impulses from earlier having left nearly an hour ago. Now, she was just nervous, self conscious and frustrated. If it was a man, she knew what to do, though she would hate herself in the morning, as she had twice before. With Sophia, she honestly didn't know what to expect or do.
Sophia must have heard her footsteps, or the frantic beating of her heart. The young brunette turned, her pink lips wet from the water bottle, and nearly dropped it. She strutted over to the bed and lay down. "The bed's big enough for both of us," Sophia said, patting the pillow to her right, "Join me."
The blonde climbed onto the bed, irritated briefly that the night stand was on the opposite side and she'd have to ask the other woman to grab her water bottle. Still, the bed was comfortable, and after a moment of laying down, her inhibitions started to wane, while her frustration mounted. Turning over onto her side, she started at Sophia's profile for a moment, wondering what she should do. The brunette seemed lost in thought, staring at the ceiling.
Finally, Sophia turned over and looked at her, brown eyes no longer glassed over from booze. "Sorry," she muttered, cheeks flushed, "I hadn't gotten this far, or anywhere close, in my own head." She breathed deep, tentatively reaching out and stroking the long, shiny tresses of Vanessa's blonde hair. "Any ideas?"
"I'm more confused than you," Vanessa said, honestly. She shivered underneath Sophia's touch, and added, despite herself, "I know that in the bar, I thought about kissing you." She paused, searching the other woman's eyes for a moment, "And I'm not a total prude. I've played truth or dare with girlfriends before."
"Really?" Sophia squeaked, surprised. "Did you like the truth, or the dares?"
"It all depends," Vanessa replied, shivering as the other woman's hand trailed down to her bare shoulders. "On the truth, and the corresponding dare." Her eyes brightened, and she arched an eyebrow. "How about we play?"
"Sure, but," Sophia paused, "We need to set some boundaries, first. I don't want to upset you."
"Fuck that," Vanessa replied, "Game on. I'm sure I can beat you, ground rules or no."
"So what do I get if I win?" Sophia was suddenly very, very optimistic about their evening together. However, the dizzying possibilities flying through her mind made her heart race, and she could not resist tracing her hand further down the curve of Vanessa's back.
"You won't win," Vanessa said smugly. "But how about this. If I win, I get what I want, no questions. You win, you tell me, and it's yours. Deal?"
"What do you want exactly?"
"If I win, you'll find out," Vanessa said, shivering slightly and winking, the touch of the other woman's hand catching her slightly off guard. A small part of her wanted to just start touching Sophia and see where it led. The more rational, tired and becoming more sober by the moment part, screamed how wrong the entire evening had been. Regardless, she could no more deny her feelings of lust than she could her competitive nature. "You go first."
Pausing, Sophia withdrew her hand from Vanessa's back and studied the other woman's blue eyes. "Truth; what's the farthest you've been with a woman?"
Vanessa wasted no time in responding, "Tongue kissing, heavy petting, with clothes on." She smiled, licking her lips, "Dare; take off your towel and then strip for me."
"What?" Sophia exclaimed, without thinking.
"Giving up already?" Vanessa smirked at the other woman's sudden discomfort, enjoying the idea of the shoe being on the other foot. "Just say, 'I give up', and then I'll tell you what I want."
"I need music," Sophia said, "If I'm going to do anything close to a proper job." She gave a long, considering look at the blonde and then rose up off the bed, slightly awkward but showing no signs of her earlier inebriation. "Can you set the TV to play something?"
Before Vanessa could respond, the brunette dropped her towel and strode to the foot of the bed, smirking at the blonde. Mouth suddenly dry, she reached for the remote and frantically flipped through to the music channel on the hotel entertainment system. Seeing the younger woman's near naked form for the first time, she felt as if she'd stepped into a steam room, her every pore suddenly open, dripping and eager. The brunette danced awkwardly at first, shaking her hips back and forth and swinging her hands side to side. The black, full cup bra had no lace and her matching panties were seamless. Curious, Vanessa wondered idly if the younger woman shaved, as she did, or kept things au natural. After a moment, Sophia started to get into the song, a hip hop rhythm full of innuendo.
Swaying to the music, Sophia finally started to feel a bit more comfortable, standing nearly naked in front of the sultry blonde. Despite her nervousness, the other woman's rapt gaze, and occasional tongue sliding out to lick her lips, she started to feel sexier than she had in a long, long time. Gyrating side to side, Sophia arched her back and then turned, looking over her shoulder. She unbuckled her bra clasp, gratified to hear a startled, "Oh," from the blonde. Letting the bra fall, she swiveled her hips, hiding her nipples with one hand, still moving to the music.
"I said strip," Vanessa said, anticipation making her voice higher pitch than usual.
"I will," Sophia replied, letting her hand fall from her breasts. Sliding both her hands up her flat stomach, she cupped the large breasts, and then teasingly threw her head in a circle, briefly covering the mounds with her dark hair. The pink tips were nearly fully erect, which made the blonde's pulse race as she watched. "What do you think?"
"Incredible," Vanessa replied, blue eyes wide, fixated on Sophia's nipples. Heart thumping in her chest, she forgot all her inhibitions, and just wanted to touch the other woman's nipples, her curiosity burning through her thighs in rampant lust.
Bending over, Sophia leaned against the bed, throwing her head back and whipping her hair down her back. She licked her lips and slid first one hand down her stomach, tugging on the side of her panties. Grinning, she stepped sideways, giving Vanessa no view of her hidden treasure at all. Only her creamy thighs were visible as she shimmied out of her underwear, finally flinging them to the side, still standing sideways. She danced carefully, despite Vanessa's crooked head, the blonde eager to see more. As the song wound to a close, she smirked, then picked up her towel and covered herself, walking to the side of the bed. Covered in a light sheen of sweat, Sophia was grinning, her satisfaction increasing as she saw the wide eyed lust clearly reflected in Vanessa's deep, blue orbs.
Sophia stopped dancing and stood still, her eyes focused on Vanessa's face. "My turn," she said, her voice a little breathy. Sophia could see the disappointment written clearly on the blonde's face. Despite the erotic nature of the dance, she knew the other woman had clearly expected to see more. With a smile, Sophia said, "I dare you to kiss me."
Rising up from her side of the bed, Vanessa crawled across the covers and then rose up, kneeling next to the brunette, who was still standing. Breathing fast, Vanessa licked her lips and then closed her eyes. With one hand guiding Sophia's neck, she felt the soft, slick touch of her mouth, gently pushing against hers. Tasting of rum and coke, Vanessa could not remember the last time a first kiss tasted so good. Pushing her tongue out, she started to slide it around Sophia's, while her hand gripped the other woman's hair, locking their faces together. The dance started reluctantly, with Sophia merely content to receive, and then slowly, she started kissing back. In heaven, Vanessa's knees started to shake, her left hand reached down to grab her waist and hold her close as their tongues moved passionately back and forth. Tilting her head to the other side, she finally slowed and then bit Sophia's lower lip, letting go and looking into her eyes.
"Wow," Vanessa said. "Just wow."
Breathless, Sophia responded, "Is that truth or a dare?"
Still holding onto Sophia's waist, the blonde could only shake her head, smiling slightly. Heart pounding, she thought for a brief, wild moment about ripping off the brunette's towel. However, her knees were shaking and she didn't know if it would ruin the moment. Frustrated, she bit her lip, staring at Sophia's eyes for a moment.