One Red candle

Current WIP...RAW and unedited.

 6. It Meant…Something
We fall into the front door of our shared cottage laughing until we are in a hysterical heap on the floor of the kitchen.
“Oh my god, I’m going to pee myself, Liv, move! Seriously!” I whip off my platform mary janes and crawl to the bathroom, the floor tilting unkindly. I make it to the porcelain throne and pull off my skirt and panties, barely making it in time. I can still hear Liv laughing, and she throws out, “relax, Harper, Jesus you need to get laid.”
“Excuse me? I need to get laid? Fuck off, Liv.”
She leans against the door frame of the bathroom, looking like an alternative Goddess, auburn hair mussed up with braids and streaks of red. Her lipstick is smudged just a little and I lick my lips.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
I wipe myself, flushing and quickly pulling my skirt back up around my plump hips, “Um, I had a boyfriend for a while, remember?”
“That doesn’t mean you’ve orgasmed. Did you know that an orgasm can be a powerful manifestation tool?” She looks at me coyly, and I know she is trying to pull a reaction from me. It was her favorite pastime, and I always gave her what she wanted. I guess I was a people pleaser in that regard. My belly did a little flip flop, and I swallowed. 
She walked toward me slowly, hooking a finger inside my skirt's denim waistband. She pulled me to her, and I couldn’t help but feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I looked out the floor to ceiling window beside us. 
“It’s two am, who do you think is going to see us?” She leaned down, gently kissing me, feather light until my lips parted. I always gave into her, but I also stopped her, every time she tried this with me. 
And what if I didn’t stop her? Would it be so bad if I just gave in and let her show me what she always bragged about? Didn’t a woman know another woman’s body better than anyone else did? This was what college was all about- exploring.
I parted my mouth a little more, while her hands roved around my waist and up to my heavy breasts. My nipples were hard, and she let out a quiet hiss as her fingertips grazed over the tight peaks. I felt dizzy, my knees weakening. Liv didn’t know about my dirty secrets, the Horny Little Bitch that I kept locked up while I maintained the illusion of being a good girl who never took boys home. No one knew how to pull an orgasm from me better than I did, but I wanted to let her try.
She knelt, looking up at me with those crystal blue eyes, lined with an even bluer liner. Biting my lip, I let her unbutton my skirt, pulling it down over my thighs until I stood before her in nothing but a black lace thong. Holding my eye contact, she placed a kiss to my center, “Goddess, I’ve waited for you to let me kiss her. Can I lick her too?”
I stared at her full lips, nodding silently.

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