Nichy felt conflicted as Michelle kneaded her thigh at the bar, and knowing that Tyler had just texted her. At first, she was angry he had texted Michelle. But at the same time, he knew she was with Michelle at the bar—so he could not have been that stupid to have texted Michelle for something questionable when there was the possibility that she would be with her.
Michelle would not stop kneading her thigh, caressing her and making it clear that she wanted to seduce her. Nichy remained still, even though it was getting hard to. There was a part of her that wanted to know what Tyler had experienced because she was so close to Tyler, that she wanted to know what he had seen and what he had felt with Michelle. There was another part of her that numb, and a part of her that wanted to string Michelle along.
Michelle moved her hand, and Nichy wondered if she had played the game all wrong. Nichy watched her flirt with Theodora, and she figured that she should have done things differently. But in a way, she did not care.
Or she pretended that she did not care for her sanity.
Nichy got up to go to the bathroom. From previous experience, didn’t she know that was an invitation?
“Do you like girls Nichy?”
Nichy turned around, and looked at Michelle.
“Because I do, and I am around very pretty girls tonight. Renee, Theodora and you…”
Before Nichy could say anything, Michelle grabbed her and kissed her.
Was this what she did to Tyler? Had she been this direct? Because when she kissed her, Nichy wanted that kiss more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. She licked the rim of Michelle’s lips, and Michelle pulled her ever closer to her until Nichy could feel the full softness of Michelle’s breasts against hers and the sweetness of Michelle’s perfume stained her like wine.
Michelle pressed her to the wall, and kissed her neck. Nichy ran her hands through Michelle’s hair, and gasped.
Michelle pulled away from her.
“Why were you playing hard to get at the bar, when I can get you?” Michelle asked, cocking her head to the side.
Michelle turned on her heel, and sashayed out of the bathroom. Nichy barely got her composure together as she looked after Michelle. She saw her own disheveled reflection in the mirror behind the door, and licked her lips that tasted like Michelle’s perfume.
Nichy suspected that neither she nor Tyler had known what had hit them in terms of Michelle…
More Masturbation Monday here:
vintage atomizer perfume bottle via wikipedia
What the…? Is she fucking with them? Is this a huge mind fuck on her part?! And now I question whether Tyler really did text her.
As usual you’re KILLING me – in the best possible way. 🙂