Curious

A group of friends chat somewhat away from the main group of partiers in someone's living room. The host is a friend of a friend, but everyone else seems older. Not much, but the difference in experience between high school and college can be the difference between letting a guy feel you up in the back seat of his daddy's Buick and agreeing to a three-some with your boyfriend and your hottest girlfriend. Or maybe just two hot girlfriends.

And they're a bit standoffish.

So, Kristen, Katie, Summer, Andy and Noah stand near the hallway, observing and comparing notes.

Katie is a blonde with big tits. She wears a black turtleneck that makes the most of her curves, and a short white skirt. She's the only one anyone else notices.

Down the hall, the first door on the left opens. An attractive brunette peaks out. She wears a sexy white V-neck T-shirt that reveals several inches of the shadow between two enticing breasts. She's also flushed, looking freshly fucked. She ducks back inside, then comes out. Holding her hand and following is a blonde with equally tousled hair.

Summer is the only one who gives them a second glance. Actually, a long, lingering glance.

The blonde lets go as the pair approach Summer's clan. Summer steps back, lets them squeeze between her and Katie, and inhales.

Something teases her senses. She isn't sure what it is, but she feels her own cheeks flush wickedly hot.

The pair disappears around a corner.

Summer looks back at her friends. They're lost in themselves and their phones. They fail to notice her slip away.

In the kitchen, she finds the brunette pouring herself a coke with plenty of ice. She takes a sip, holds it against her temple, notices Summer and smiles.

'Headache?'

'No, I'm ...'

The appropriate description escapes her.

'You're hot.'

'Thank you.'

Now Summer blushes.

'I didn't mean ... where's your friend?'

'Went to find her boyfriend. And I need to find a ride home.'

'I have a car.'

Again, she pulls back.

'I'm not sure why I said that. I mean I do, but ... I'm acting weird.'

'I think you're very sweet. And if you're offering, you're a lifesaver. I'm grounded. I need to beat my parents home!'

'Let's go. I'm Summer.'

'I'm Autumn.'

Summer stares at her.

'No way!'

Autumn laughs.

'Okay, I'm Courtney. I'm acting weird, too. It must be your fault. I feel a little crazy. Do you have that effect on everyone?'

'Not that I know of.'

'Well, you inspire me to be ... spontaneous. How old are you?'

'18. I suppose you're in college?'

'Yes, I'm a junior. So, that's settled! Can we go now?'

'Sure.'

'Let's go this way,' Courtney says, leading her out the back door.

They go through a gate into the side yard, and walk out to the street where Courtney stops and turns back to her.

Summer looks into Courtney's eyes, and sees something she's wanted her entire life, but didn't know until that exact moment.

'Which way?'

'Oh. Sorry. I'm not used to ... this way.'

Courtney follows her to a Honda Civic.

'Boring, I know. It's my mom's.'

'Hey, if it'll get me home, it could be a Yugo.'

She opens the passenger door and slides in. She buckles up, then turns to face Summer.

Summer has trouble putting the key into the ignition.

'Relax,' says Courtney, putting her hand on Summer's. 'Nothing's going to happen. Unless you want it to.'

The key slides into the ignition, the engine turns over, catches. Summer looks straight ahead.

'Do you know Persimmon Tree Drive?'

'Yes.'

'I live on Elderberry Court, about halfway in.'

Summer puts the Honda in gear, pulls away from the curb. They ride in silence. Summer drives carefully, finding her way until Elderberry dead ends. She slows to a stop.

It was supposed to go through, but they went bankrupt before they built the rest of the houses.

Summer continues to look straight ahead.

'Why did you come into the kitchen?'

'I thought you ... I ... you ....'

Courtney unbuckles, reaches over and turns off the ignition. She cups Summer's chin, turns it toward her and kisses her, then backs away to appraise.

'You thought Manda and I were fucking, didn't you.'

Summer says nothing.

'Well, you were right. We were.'

She leans in for another kiss. Summer doesn't resist.

Courtney reaches under her top, pushes it up, tries to slip inside her bra, but it's very tight.

'God, what is this, Fort Knox? Unfasten that for me, will you?'

Summer bends forward, reaches back and finds the catch. As she does, she finds Courtney's lips again. They kiss while Courtney fondled her breasts, each in turn.

When Courtney lowers her mouth and sucks on one of the sensitive tips, Summer's head falls back against the seat.

She wasn't sure she could do this. Until now.

Moving from one to the other, Courtney quickly has the young girl panting and moaning, right where she wants her.

She tries to slide her hand down Summer's pants, but again, it's too tight. But she doesn't need to ask. Summer unbuttons and unzips them, almost crawling out of them.

Courtney's hand reaches her target.

'Oh my god, what a tight little pussy. And wet.'

'I'm so wet.'

'And turned on?'

'I'm sooooo turned on.'

'Have you ever been with a girl before?'

'Not like this.'

'Has anyone ever made you come like this before?'

'No.'

'Do you want me to make you come?'

'Yes.'

'Are you close?'

'Oh god yes.'

'I can tell. I can see it in your face. You are so fucking beautiful!'

'Yes!'

Summer begins to buck. Her hips shoot up, she cries out, she grabs Courtney by the hair and pulls her in for a kiss.

Courtney giggles as their tongues intertwine.

Gradually, Summer relaxes, but they continue to kiss until Summer backs away, trying to catch her breath. Now, she's laughing too.

'First time's always the best.'

'I guess so!'

Courtney pulls out her hand, smears Summer's come on her own lips and they kiss one last time, Summer savoring her sweetness.

'If you ever want to return the favor,' Courtney says, producing a sharpie out of thin air and writing her number on Summer's hand. 'My folks go out a lot.'

Courtney gets out, walks back to the last house and goes inside, leaving Summer bereft but happily satisfied?

She is still smiling when she takes a picture of her hand with her phone, then she washes it off. Then she takes a picture of her smiling face, and texts it to Courtney. And she's still smiling as she drifts off to sleep.