Movie Night Surprise

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It was movie night that night. An annual summer ritual Peaches began her senior year in high school. This year, this night … Peaches would never, ever forget. Not as long as she lived. She had invited a few of her closest girlfriends over for an estrogen infused party. They had planned on pigging out on chocolate ice cream and pop corn … and watching chick flicks till they were too tired to see straight. The night before the party was scheduled to take place, Peaches received an excuse from nearly every girl invited, rocking her to the core. Only one friend would be joining her, and sadly, it was a friend that she did not know very well. Moments before her friend was due to arrive, Peaches checked and rechecked her house. It was spotless, and everything was neatly in its place. She had stressed over each minute detail in preparation for the evening’s events. Finally, the doorbell rang. Peaches’ heart caught in her throat as she looked through the peephole in the door. almanbahis şikayet It was her friend, Honey. Time stood still, as she admired her guest. Honey was an exotic dance instructor, and she looked every bit the part. Lean body. Long legs. Perfect ass. Even Honey’s eyes danced in the light. Peaches couldn’t take her eyes off Honey. She stood, staring for what seemed like hours, though only moments passed. Finally, Honey’s persistent knocking brought Peaches to her senses, and she swung open the grand door with one swift motion. Again, Peaches was enraptured by Honey’s physique, almost as if she had never seen her before that moment. Her eyes sparkled and twinkled, as if there were diamonds embedded in her pupils. “Hey … you gonna let me in?” she joked. “Oh, yeah … right.” Peaches smiled awkwardly, closing the door behind her guest. “Heh … sorry bout that. Lost in thought, I suppose.” “Wanna watch Salt? I love Angelina Jolie. She was fucking hot in that almanbahis canlı casino movie.” Honey grinned, as she digged around her overnight bag. Peaches just stood motionless. She’d never heard Honey speak that way and in all honesty, it shocked her AND turned her on. “Um … okay. Sure.” She muttered as she accepted the movie from Honey. “Make yourself at home, Honey. I’ll get some popcorn and some drinks.” “Why don’t we skip the drinks and snacks …” Honey suggested, plopping herself down on the settee. She gave Peaches a sly smile before continuing. “for now.” She patted the cushion next to her. “Here … why don’t we just enjoy the movie. And get ourselves re-acquainted.” “Okay. Sure.” Peaches chuckled nervously, as she sat next to Honey. In the back of her mind, Peaches wondered if Honey had ulterior motives for her settee invitation, but she quickly dismissed her thoughts as the movie began. The movie had Peaches in suspense from the very beginning. almanbahis casino She was so engrossed, she barely noticed Honey … or even what she was doing. Honey wrapped her arm around Peaches’ waist and drew her closer. Peaches tried to find a suitable place to lay her head. A nearby cushion, perhaps. Upon finding none, she laid her head on Honey’s shoulder. The twosome watched the movie together in silence. Honey did her best to focus on the movie, but she was having a very hard time concentrating. She could feel Peaches’ nipples through her thin shirt and longed to touch. To see what they looked like. To see what they tasted like. Peaches’ flesh called to her. Soon, the tempation was too much for her to bear. She casually brushed her hand across Peaches’ chest. Much to her disappointment, Peaches didn’t even blink. Honey grinned wickedly, as she reached for her tempters again. This time, she was determined to get a handful, or at the very least a nipple. As she slid her hand up Peaches’ side, Peaches suddenly moved her arm, displaying her ample cleavage in the process. Oh, fuck, woman, do you have any idea what you are doing to me? Honey thought, getting wetter by the minute. Honey could not resist the temptation.

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