I puke. And then I puke some more. 

All of that bourbon and cold soup comes right up in the guest bathroom on the second floor of Charles’ house. My head runs hot, my thoughts swirl. I can’t go back downstairs where Peter - that asshole, continues to make small talk under the orders of my sister.

I spent my adolescence watching boys moon over my younger sister. Many tried their best to win me over first. I slept with a few of them, like the idiot I was, before I realized it was all a chance to get to know her.

Of course Beatrice had stocked spare toothbrushes and toothpaste in the vanity-- a heavy brushing with some mouthwash and I looked good as new. Aside from a few wrinkles of being on my knees, I hardly looked different.

My eyes look a little watery from the booze, but I wasn’t much different than the rest of them down there. Charles’ friends, one of them by the name of Hank-- would likely fall over if I touched him. Of course, I shouldn’t have drunk so much, but I felt so nervous - on trial, pinned and wriggling. At the center of the table, everyone watching. And Beatrice probably did all of this, 5 course meal and all, for me to be set up with her latest love struck boy. Under her power and therefore, I’m under her power.

I check for times on my Uber app - cupping some water from the sink. It was hard to read through the cracks. I had every intention of slipping out into the night - better to ask forgiveness later than to make a scene now.

Oh, why do I have to deal with this? In the olden days, Bea would have just left me alone. It would have been just fine if I messed around with guys. She would have probably asked for the gory details. But now she has to meddle with it.

There is a knock on the door, I freeze. Shit, I had been gone long enough to cause concern. That’s bad. I check my Uber app - 20 minutes until my ride. I would have to either hole up in here and escape out the window, climb down a tree to the first story and-- okay, that’s stupid. I’m drunk and in heels, tree climbing, in my experience is not going to go well in this scenario. Or I have to open up the door to face Beatrice and go back out to the party.

Ugh.

The stupid party.

 With that stupid guy. Pete. Fuck that guy.

"Just a minute," I coo, washing my hands in the sink and dabbing my face. Okay, time to face her, I think to myself. I open the door and see...

"Lacey?" I ask.

Lacey nervously smiles at me, then mutters something about, "Too much to drink," before walking in the bathroom, and shutting the door behind her.

Too much to drink, I’ll say, as she just shut me inside with her.

"Hey, you’ll be okay," I reassure, edging around her to the door. "Drink a little water and you’ll be right as rain."

"I just get so nervous at these things," Lacey laughs. "So many people - so few Xanax." She puts her hand on my arm that’s reaching for the door handle. "But it’s easier talking with people one on one."

"Yeah," I wonder where her she’s going with this, but am too drunk to make any educated guesses.

"You don’t seem really happy with your date." Lacey says, giving me her best gaze of earnestness.

"Yeah, Beatrice set us up. I don’t think he’s really my type." I shrug. "I’m sure he’s a nice guy."

"Yeah," Lacey said, plying her fingers into mine. "Or he’s an asshole kissing up to Charles. Whatever. Can I kiss you?"

"What?"

Lacey looks down at my see-through dress and puts both arms around my waist. "I want to kiss you." She says.

I feel Lacey’s body push into mine - our breasts pressing together as I find myself against a wall. My heart races a little - this was not what I expected in the least.

Why is Xanax Lacy finding me in Charles’ upstairs bathroom, asking to be kissed like it’s her fucking sweet 16?

But, it felt pleasant and warm having her against me, especially after the cold water. Women rarely proposition me - they’re so shy that this is an entirely new rush. But, I admonish myself for going there... right now... at Beatrice’s dinner party. 

"Lacey - I don’t think-- Beatrice or your husband would be very keen on us kissing."

Her breath is sweet and she looked at me, a little hurt, but not ready to give in to reason. "They would understand, I’m sure," she cooed. "I can’t stop thinking about you - the moment you came in the dining room in your dress. I wanted to rip it right off of you. That Peter is an idiot for not whisking you out of there in a heartbeat."

"He likes my sister." I murmur, our faces getting closer.

"Then he’s an idiot," she insists. And I kiss her. Her lips and skin soft and fragrant. Her wet tongue searches for mine and pushes me harder against the wall, I put my leg between hers and grab her ass, which feels firm and supple - a lifetime supply of pilates and privilege.

I feel an eager hand on my breast, then another to match - grabbing and squeezing fistfuls as Lacey audibly moans. "God, these are amazing tits." She giggles. I put my finger to her lips to remind her that this is going to have to be covert...

I push her against the sink and unbutton her blouse - seeing her own pink bra on her heaving chest. A cups - cute on her straight, boyish frame. "Do you like what you see?" She says, tugging her breasts out of the cups. I did - I like her, horny and feverish, unable to contain herself. A woman I’d seen across countless dinner tables and in a monochrome of cocktail dresses for years, suddenly flush with excitement at what we were doing.

What are we doing?! My mind races. 

I knew I should stop and go back downstairs, that I shouldn’t do this. But everything down there had been so unpleasant, so mean. Why did I owe any of them a moment of my time down there?

I pinch her little pink nipples and then licked and sucked. Lacey cries out and I shush her. "That feels so good," she begs. And tugs my dress up and insists on sucking mine. I feel her eagerly pushing my nipples into her mouth - the pangs in between my legs growing and expanding across my body. I pull her hair and guide her from nipple to nipple.

I reach down between her legs - the knee-length skirt ease up around her waist as I feel for her panties.

The instant I touch them I feel wetness - and she widens the gap between her legs to make room for me. I slip a thumb and index finger into her panties, resting my fingertip on her swollen wet clit. Lacey gasps, instantly seized by a new pang of pleasure.

"How many times have you been with a girl?” I ask her.

Lacey looks at me, guiltily. She stops sucking, suddenly scared and small. She shakes her head, no.  "I think about it," she squeaks, "all the time."

"Do you like it?" I whisper to her - easing my fingers deeper into her pussy and stroking her clit.

"Yes. Yes! Oh god, yes." She holds in all the noises she can as I shush her. "I want to fuck you," she blurts.

"Are you sure?" I take my fingers out of her wet pussy and put them in her mouth. She sucks at them greedily. "Yes, oh, I want to fuck you with my mouth!"

I smirk, it might not be eloquent, but I can’t help but feel a little complimented that she wants me to be her first -- needs me to be her first. "Okay," I whisper. I pull off her matching pink panties and slide mine off, then guide her off the counter.

I lay down and spread her over my face, inhaling her sweet scent, the folds of her lips glistening, her clit swollen yearning to be licked. The smell of sex is heavenly to me. As I said downstairs to Peter, there’s a few things I’m really good at. One is booze. But the other is sex. And god do I love sex.

I press my tongue deep into Lacey’s pussy and she gasps. Her entire body writhes in pleasure as she kneels over my face. I lick and suck the folds of her shaved pussy, exploring from clit to hole, where more sweet hot wetness bubbles. Lacey can’t manage any words, she can only mutter "oh" over and over.

Then I reach my hand up and guid her down over my sweet mound. I stop sucking for a second and say, "Do you think it’s pretty?" And I draw my fingers around my flushed lips. She nods, vigorously, not realizing I can’t see her. But I can tell. "Then lick it, please." I say ever so sweetly.

Lacey doesn’t need another invitation. She immediately put her tongue in between my folds, searching for my clit. I groan as she finds it and go back to licking her pussy, making my way back to her hole where I push two fingers deep inside of her with ease. Lacey shudders and groans - but never stops licking me.

My thighs shudder, sometimes it’s so intense I find myself clamping them around her. I start to wonder if she’s lying to me about being her first. It just feels so good. She finds my hole and, just as she promised, shoves her tongue inside as far is can go.

"You taste so good." She says, gasping for breath and going back to it.

I want to tell her the same, but my tongue is deep inside her, shoving in three fingers for good measure.

My body arches and threatens to lose control. I hold it back, savoring. And Lacey, she’s so close too. I feel her shuddering and sucking in her breath - her mind etching each sensation permanently into her brain.

I want to make her explode - to give her an orgasm she’s never forget. And I know just how. Two of my wet fingers slip into her ass and I tongue-fuck her as fast as I can go.

Lacey comes instantly, squirting my face and gushing all over the floor. Holy shit, a squirter - I can’t believe it. She’s still writhing and gushing. Biting her lip to hold back from screaming. Her entire body lost in the orgasm.

Even after she comes and her body flinches, I don’t stop, pulling her back to me, and going as hard as ever. She’s can’t even speak, or has the strength to get up, her entire body is shaking. I wonder if she even knows where she is. I feel another gush coming, this one brings her back to life, and she suddenly remembers she was devouring my pussy before I made her gush all over the floor.

She shoves her finger into my ass and matches me lick and stroke. This woman is surprising me by every moment and my body delights in it. It feels like I’m touching myself as she mimics everything I do and soon I’m creaming all over her face. I look to see her buried in my snatch as waves of pleasure undulate from head to toe. Suddenly all the politics from downstairs, the bourbon, the blind dates, disappear as the intoxication of pure pleasure overwhelms me.

I cum so hard that I can’t see for a moment, and I don’t even realize I’m still licking and sucking Lacey’s soaking twat. And with a cry, she cums a third time, this one gushing almost as much as the first. I let her go this time, and she rolls off of me, desperate for a breath.

We lie next to one another for a moment, tasting of sex and wondering if this will color all of our future dinner parties at Charles’ house.

I get a ping from my phone. My Uber has arrived. I slip on my dress and wash the pussy juice from my face, remind her that she never saw me, and climb out the window.