Drinking Buddies (Closed for now)

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Natalie Cohen
Age 21, senior at the University of Southern California
5'6'', 120 lbs, 34C breasts
straight shoulder-length red hair, dark green eyes, slim athletic build

IC:
Natalie dropped her keys on the table as she stepped into her apartment. Her other arm was aching, trying to hold onto the large bag of groceries she had just bought. As she began putting them away, she noticed a red blinking light out of the corner of her eye. The answering machine. Natalie sighed, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and pressed the button.

"Hey, Nat. It's Jake. Look, I'm...uh...I'm gonna have to cancel tonight. Actually, I really called to tell you that...um...that we need to break up. It's nothing you did it's just...I sort of need some time to myself. So...bye."

Natalie stared at the answering machine. "That FUCKING coward!" she yelled, throwing the cantaloupe she was holding onto the ground. It hit with a dull thud, not nearly satisfying enough.

She glanced at the clock, 7:28. She should be getting dressed for her romantic Italian dinner. Instead, she grabbed the phone and conference-called her two closest friends. "Guys, I need you. I might do something I regret if you don't come over with booze and ice cream soon." She smiled as the quickly agreed and assured her that they'd be there soon.

Natalie sighed. She felt better already, though with one last thought she violently ripped the offending answering machine from the wall and shoved it in a drawer.

 

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Angela called Isabella and Natalie her two cohorts in the Redhead Club. Well, okay, Isabella had brown hair, but henna would fix that sometime. Anyway, Angela wasn't too thrilled with life herself. William had called her to ask her if it was alright for him to start dating another woman. At first, Angela was a little upset. She then started realizing that her feelings were less of loss than rivalry. They had been friends, but that's all they were. They had many interests in common, but it seemed that her closest male friend did not arouse her. Wasn't she supposed to be so by him? She only wished... hmm, what *was* there to do that night?

She received Natalie's call. She could feel the hurt and pain through the phone. She felt more for Natalie's loss than her own, if a loss she indeed had. Angela being Angela, it wasn't too hard to find several ice creams in her freezer, and bottles of liquor on her shelves.

She knocked on Natalie's door. She wasn't sure what to expect, and wasn't sure of what role she would play tonight. She knew sympathy lead to intimacy, and intimacy lead to other things. She pushed the idea out of her head as Natalie opened the door.



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Natalie hugged Angela as soon as she opened the door, nearly causing her to drop the bags she was holding. "Sorry, Ang." she said, giggling lightly as she grabbed the bag of ice cream. She set it down on the counter, immediately rooting through the contents.

"Mmm...Mint chocolate chip, rocky road, cookie dough, coffee...All my favorites. Though, you already knew that." She laughed as Angela cast her a worried look. "I'm fine, really. It's not so much that he broke up with me, it's the fact that he was too much of a coward to do it to my face. He left a fucking message." She ran a hand through her hair, unable and unwilling to figure out the complex mind of the male. Okay, so maybe they weren't that complex, but she still preferred to not think about it.

Natalie sat down on one of the stools at the counter and motioned for Angela to take the other. Grabbing two spoons, she handed one to her friend and popped open the lid to the mint chocolate chip container of comfort. "So...," she grinned at Angela. "What other forms of comfort did you bring?"

 

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"So...," she grinned at Angela. "What other forms of comfort did you bring?"

"Southern!!!" Angela grinned. She pulled out the bottle of peach liquer and of Bailey's Irish Cream. Natalie was about to step off her stool to get the glasses, but Angela touched her hand. "No. This is your night." Angela smiled back to Natalie. "I know where they are." She turned to the cupboards and (finally) found two shot glasses. "Let's see... two parts Southern Comfort to one part Irish Cream..." Angela bent her knees so that her eyes were the height of the table, as she (over)carefully poured the liquor. "This one's called Vibrator #2. I hope vibrator #1 is doing okay," she smiled. "Oops! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything." She covered her hand to her mouth and blushed. Wishing to change the subject, she picked up the spoon Natalie was holding and took a bit of ice cream. "Mmm... I can't eat any ice cream unless it has at least three words in it, or two with one having at least three syllables. Mmm..." She savored the taste, delighting in the cream. After taking a sip of her drink, she scooped a bit more. She held it towards Natalie so Natalie could taste it without her hands touching the spoon. Angela watched as Natalie opened her mouth and draw her lips across the ice cream, leaving a trail across the minty dessert. "Heh. So how do we cheer each other up tonight? We can sit on the bean bags in the living room and I can feed you ice cream until we think of something to do."


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Natalie smiled happily as she plopped down next to Angela on the bean bags. pouring two more shots and handing one to Angela. They downed them, then two more, then two more. Natalie sighed as the warm alcohol ran smoothly down her throat and warmed her from the inside out. She looked at Angela and opened her mouth, closing her lips softly over the spoonful of ice cream she was greeted with.

Natalie laughed as she licked her lips. "Mmm...I don't know if we need to do anything else. I actually rather like this situation." She snuggled closer to Angela, resting her head on the other girl's shoulder. She knew she probably shouldn't, in her condition, but she couldn't help it. Being with her friend was always so nice, and Angela always smelled really good. "What shampoo do you use?" Natalie murmered, reaching up to touch the other girl's hair lightly.

 

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Angela lay down on the beanbags with Natalie. Their glasses sat on the glass table next to them, the telltale half-emptied bottle indicating their eroding inhibition. Angela knew that such circumstances oft lead to more, but part welcomed what the night would bring, part lolled in the warm comfort of Natalie's head on her shoulders. She fed her dollops of ice cream as she cradled Natalie within her arms. Her beautiful red hair cascaded around the face of Natalie, tickling soft shadows of light. "My hair? My dresser uses a salon shampoo designed just for my type of hair." She leaned closer, her nose and mouth resting the forehead of Natalie. "And you smell wonderful yourself." The cream was softer now, as Angela applied it to Natalie's lips with the tip of her finger.


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Natalie smiled softly as Angela's lips barely touched her forehead. She had always been rather close to her friend, but tonight something was different, much more intimate, actually quite exciting. Natalie's tongue was quick as it darted out to lick the cream of her lips, catching Angela's finger in the process, and drawing it into her mouth gently.

At Angela's look of surprise Natalie let go of her finger, looking down at her hands, which were suddenly fascinating. "Sorry...I just...I don't know what got into-" She stopped, unsure of what to say to explain her odd behavior.

 

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Angela's eyes automatically widened as Natalie half-sucked her cream covered-fingers. At Natalie's apology, Angela smiled. "No need for that. My fault." Angela leaned closer, her lips almost touching Natalie's. Angela's hands stroked Natalie's chin, touching her smooth skin. Angela finally kissed Natalie, light touches against the side of her lips. They lips met, a tight kiss only briefly allowing the tips of their tongues to touch. Angela rested her head next to Natalie's cheek, softly breathing. Her hands roamed to the top of Natalie's top, and began unbuttoning. "I'm not sure what's getting into myself, either," Angela said, as the two shared a passionate kiss. Angela inhaled the sweet scent of Natalie.


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Goosebumps rose to the surface of Natalie's skin as Angela's lips touched hers and the other woman's nimble fingers began to unbutton Natalie's top. She melted into the kiss and her own hands began to roam around Angela's body, finally settling for sliding cooly up the back of her top and resting on the small of her back, pressing the two together.

As Angela reached the bottom button of Natalie's shirt, Natalie allowed the woman to pull it off her shoulders and let the shirt drop to the floor. Natalie's lips parted with Angela's, and grazed the other girl's ear gently, nibbling on her earlobe and kissing lightly down her jawline and neck, to the gentle curve where her neck and shoulder met. She slowly brought her hands around and, shaking slightly with anticipation, began at the bottom button of Angela's shirt, unbuttoning slowly.

"Is this okay for you?" she asked gently, looking up at Angela, not wanting to stop, but not wanting to overstep any boundaries that hadn't been already.

 

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"Yes... yes..." Angela closed her eyes as she felt Natalie's hands undressing her, slowly taking off the buttons of her top. Angela's pulse quickened, as Natalie's fingers touched the lace of her trademark red bra, and felt the top of her breasts, becoming firm and hard under her touch. Angela gasped as the last button was removed, and touched the back of Natalie's hand, guiding her, leading her to push off her blouse from her shoulders. Angela sat up, and held Natalie's face in her hands. She closed her eyes as they shared a kiss, long, longing, passionate. Angela then leaned back on the beanbag, and placed Natalie's hand on zipper on the side of her skirt. Closing her eyes again, Angela said to Natalie, "Please".


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Natalie melted into the kiss, bringing her hand around and running it lightly through Angela's hair. The pleas that escaped the other woman's mouth as Natalie fumbled with her zipper only served to make Natalie weak in the knees and wet between the legs. She unzipped the skirt and pulled it off, placing light kisses down Angela's neck and the top of each breast. She moved over on the bean bag so that she was straddling Angela, and reached around, unclipping the red lace bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Natalie stopped for a minute to admire the perfectly round breasts exposed to her, before running her hands over them lightly and leaning down to let her hot mouth engulf one of the nipples, sucking and nibbling gently on one before moving over to the other.

 

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"MMmmm... ohhhh...." soft words escaped Angela's lips as Natalie took one of her breasts. She arched her back as Natalie suckled, tingles down Angela's body, making her pussy warm and wet. "Suck meeee...." Angela quietly said, surprised at the words that were leaving her mouth. Angela's hands were roaming up and down her lover's back, when Natalie bit her nipple. Angela gasped, her fingernails pressing into Natalie's back, causing her to press her skirt against Angela's red silk panties. Angela smiled down to Natalie, lost within her breasts, and slowly pulled up Natalie's skirt. She positioned Natalie's hips suchthat their pussies were touching each other, through the wetness of their panties. As Natalie continued to fonder her breasts, Angela leaned back, letter her hips thrust and grind.


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"Oh, god, Angela..." Natalie whispered fervently as she thrust her hips to meet Angela's. She was surprised that they had allowed things to get this far, but there was no way Natalie wanted to stop now. She moved her head up, kissing Angela's lips as she took the woman's hands in her own, moving them up her back and letting them rest on the clasp of her bra. She nibbled Angela's lips as the woman's nimble fingers unclasped her bra and moved to fondle her breasts. Natalie moved so that their breasts were pressing together, erect nipple to erect nipple, sending electric waves down Natalie's back. "Please..." she said, looking Angela in the eyes, "I need to taste you."

 

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Angela replied wordlessly by looking deeply into Natalie's eyes. She gently placed her hands on Natalie's shoulders, and guided her down to her sex. Angela was reluctant to no longer feel Natalie's breasts, but her slow light kisses down her neck... on her breasts... down her belly... caused her to release a soft cooing cry, and gather an anticipation of Natalie tasting her *there*. She raised her hips for her lover, but only slid off enough of her panties so Natalie could take them off for her. She was hers for the night, and she wanted her to savor her. Totally and utterly. Angela again looked into Natalie's eyes, and began to touch and fondle her own breasts. Angela let out a low gasp and arched her back again, allowing Natalie access to her moist pussy. As Angela's wetness began to flow, Angela just audibly said two words: "Take me."


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