Chapter 1: Spilled Wine on the Couch
Ella was nervous but her alcohol consumption was allaying those fears.
She could honestly say she didn't remember the last half hour of the movie and honestly didn't give a fuck. Dana had sat so close to her on the couch that Ella could feel the heat off her body. Without thinking, Ella had reached out, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of Dana’s shirt. She wasn't thinking straight but she knew what she wanted, what she craved.
Dana looked at her, a small smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes. Ella could see the flicker of worry, the unspoken question. Ella had drunk too much but not enough to silence the voice in her head screaming for her to do something, anything. She needed to feel something real, something raw.
She needed to feel Dana. Ella's heart pounded in her chest as she straddled Dana's lap, her knees sinking into the soft cushions of the couch. Dana's eyes widened in surprise, but Ella didn't give her a chance to react. She ground down, feeling the hard length beneath Dana's yoga pants press against her. She gasped. She didn't know Dana hadn't had bottom surgery.
She didn't care. She was drunk on desire, not alcohol. She could feel Dana's breath hitch, see her eyes dilate. Ella's fingers found the hem of Dana's shirt, pulling it up to reveal smooth, soft skin. She leaned down, her tongue tracing a path from Dana's collarbone up to her jaw, nipping at her earlobe.
"Fuck, Ella," Dana groaned, her hands gripping Ella's hips, fingers digging into her flesh. Ella could feel the wetness between her legs, her panties soaked. She ground down harder, a moan escaping her lips.
"I didn't know you still had a girlcock" Ella murmured, her voice thick with desire and a little bit of shock. She didn't regret her words. She wanted to know, to feel, to experience everything Dana had to offer.
Dana's breath came in sharp gasps, her fingers digging deeper into Ella's hips as she rocked her hips back and forth. "You're drunk," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "And I'm not sure I can handle this right now."
Ella laughed softly, a breathless sound that turned into a gasp as Dana's hands slid up her waist, her thumbs brushing against Ella's nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Ella could feel the hardness beneath her, the way Dana was grinding against her, her own arousal making her wetter by the second.
"You're sure as hell not stopping me," Ella said, her voice low and rough, her fingers finding the button of Dana's pants. She popped it open, then slid her hand inside, feeling the softness of Dana's panties against her skin. Dana's breath hitched again, her body arching into Ella's touch.
Ella's fingers traced the outline of Dana's cock through the fabric, feeling the heat radiating from her. She could feel the pulse beneath her touch, the way it throbbed against her palm. Ella's heart raced as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Dana's ear. "You're so fucking wet for me," she whispered, her breath hot against Dana's skin.
Dana's breath hitched, her body trembling slightly. "Ella, I—" she started, but Ella cut her off with a kiss, her tongue slipping between Dana's lips, tasting the sweet wine on her breath. Ella could feel the way Dana's body responded to her touch, the way her hips bucked up against hers as she ground down harder.