Shelly put the wine bottle down on the dressing table and sat down on the bed. I poured the wine and handed her a glass as I slipped out of my high heels and sat next to her. We sipped the cool wine, watching each other and waiting to see who would make the next move. She had made her intentions clear to me in the cab earlier but I didn’t want to rush things and I didn’t know exactly how far she wanted to take things tonight. As if reading my mind she put her glass on the bedside table and leaned forward to take mine from me, placing it next to hers. Her hand reached around the back of my head and she pulled me towards her, our lips meeting in a long, lingering kiss. Her tongue snaked its way into my mouth as her fingers tangled themselves in my curls and our kisses grew more passionate.

Shelly suddenly broke the kiss, moving her head back to look at me. ‘Stand up and strip off. I want to see you standing naked and ready for me.’ I didn’t need telling twice. I stood up and began to take my clothes off. I slowly unbuttoned my tight blouse and let it slide onto the floor. Standing before her in my bra, as she had stood before me earlier, I reached around and undid the hooks, slipping the bra from my shoulders and letting it join my blouse on the floor. Shelly knelt up on the bed so that she was level with me. My nipples were already as hard as bullets and thrills shot through my body as she leaned forward and took each one in her mouth in turn, licking and gently biting them. As she continued to suck my nipples, I undid the zip on my skirt, sliding it over my hips and letting it too fall to the floor. She pulled back and moved her hands to my hips and slowly began to pull my panties down.

I stood before her, naked and tense with sexual anticipation. My nipples were still rock hard and my pussy was slick with my juices. Shelly stood up and turned around, lifting her hair to one side, indicating that I should unzip her dress. She slid it from her shoulders, pulling her bra off and then let her dress fall past her hips. Within seconds she had pulled her panties off and she turned to face me, naked and totally gorgeous. I stepped towards her and we began to kiss again. Her hands moved to my shoulders and she slowly pushed me backwards on to the bed until I was lying on my back. She knelt over me and pushed my legs apart, quickly climbing between them and as she looked deep into my eyes, she pushed two fingers deep into my slippery pussy. I gasped, shock and pleasure merging together as she quickly pumped her fingers in and out of me.

Shelly pulled her fingers from my pussy and pushed them into my mouth. ‘Lick your juices, see how good you taste.’ I wrapped my hand around her wrist and, trying to take control, pulled my fingers from my mouth. As I tried to sit up on the bed I said, ‘I’d rather taste you,’ but she pushed me back, pulling my legs wider apart. Her head dipped down and I felt her soft hair brush against the inside of my thigh as her firm tongue flicked across my hard clitoris. I gasped again as she licked and sucked at me, swirling her tongue around, exploring my pussy. Two fingers plunged inside me as she moved her tongue back to concentrate on my clitoris again. The sensation was unbearably exquisite and I could hold back no longer. With a scream of ecstasy I came, my muscles tightening around her fingers and my juices coating her hand.

As I lay on the bed, catching my breath, my orgasm subsiding, Shelly moved from between my legs and slid up the bed until she was lying next to me. I looked at her and she flashed me a grin, licking my come from her lips. I wanted her and there was no way I was taking no for an answer this time. I quickly moved so that I was on top of her, using my knee to push her thighs apart, my hands pinning her arms to the bed. Suddenly submissive, she didn’t resist and closed her eyes as we began to kiss. I slowly slid my mouth over her body, kissing her throat and down towards her breasts. Her nipples were hard and as I took one in my mouth and the other between my fingers and thumb, she sighed with pleasure. My other hand slid across her hips and over the smooth mound of her pussy. She sighed again and opened her thighs wider as I traced the outline of her lips with a finger, slowly teasing as I reached the entrance to her pussy. She was so wet I would have been able to slide straight into her but instead of fucking her with my fingers as she had done to me I ran my juice covered finger across her clitoris, feeling it grow firm under my touch. She moved her hips, trying to make me finger her but I resisted the temptation to slide my fingers into that warm, inviting place, as I had something else planned for her.

I reached across with my other hand and opened the draw of my bedside cabinet. My fingers quickly found what I was looking for - my favourite dildo, beautifully shaped, with ridges and a slight curve to the shaft. As I continued to tease her clitoris I picked up the dildo and placed it next to me on the bed. Shelly was getting more impatient, grinding her pussy onto my fingers, wanting me to fuck her with them, so I picked the dildo up and placed the cool, firm head at the entrance of her pussy. She stopped moving and her eyes flicked open and as I looked down at her I slid the full length of the dildo into her wet pussy. She gasped with shock but soon began to moan with pleasure as I pushed the dildo in and out of her tight pussy, angling it slightly so she felt the full benefit of the ridges and curved tip. Moving to her side I fucked her with the dildo, smooth quick strokes into her willing pussy as I knelt across her body and took her clitoris between my lips, sucking and flicking my tongue over it. Her hips bucked up and down and she cried out as she began to come. Pulling the dildo from her pussy, I pushed my tongue into her, lapping at her juices as she came.

It was nearly dawn as Shelly and I finished the bottle of wine and prepared for some much needed sleep, but we had to laugh as we read text messages that Donna had sent to each of us a few hours earlier. She told us that if we ever saw Simon again on one of our girls’ nights out, we were to remind her of this night, so that however drunk she was and however much she may fancy him, she wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Apparently Simon hadn’t been quite as skilful as she had hoped he would be and her evening had been rather disappointing. She hoped I hadn’t minded Shelly staying at mine for the night and that we’d had a fun time getting to know each other. With a sexy giggle, Shelly picked up the discarded dildo. ‘If only she knew how much fun we’d had,’ she said. ‘And how much more we‘re going to have,’ I replied as we collapsed back onto the bed, lips locked together, all thoughts of sleep abandoned.