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Best Friends Become More

Date: 1/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, First Time, Lesbian, Romance, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

said, my emotions always blurred between my love for Zoey as a friend or as something more. My vagina tingling, I ignored a yearning to satisfy myself as I finished my shower, wrapped a towel around me and returned to the living room. Zoey was already dressed to please, in a black leather skirt, black pantyhose and a slightly see-through blouse that outlined her black bra. On one bed was another outfit laid out. Zoey offered, "I picked some clothes for you, Mia." "What am I, your Barbie doll?" I snapped sarcastically. Her smile devious, she retorted, "Mmmmm, I like that." I reached the bed and realized she expected me to wear a plaid mini-skirt, dark beige pantyhose and a white blouse that made me look like a high school girl at a private school. "You got to be kidding," I said, the skirt in my hand, "these are like panties." "Oh you are such a prude, Mia," Zoey said. "I am not a prude, nor am I a slut," I countered. Ignoring my shot, she pointed out, "A girl must always use her assets, Mia and you have an amazing ass and great legs." They say flattery will get you everywhere and it worked this time as I sighed and said, "I can't believe the things you get me into." "It's cause I love you, sexy," she joked, coming over and kissing me on the cheek before going to the bathroom to put her face on. Once dressed, I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize myself. I looked hot and the dark colored pantyhose really seemed to accentuate my white as snow legs. Returning from the ... bathroom, Zoey startled me. "I told you." Suddenly feeling sexy, I said, "I can't believe what a pair of pantyhose can do." "I know," she agreed, dressed in black pantyhose herself. "Plus, men get a hard-on whenever they see a girl in nylons." "They do?" I asked, having never remotely considered hosiery anything but a nuisance, to be worn only for weddings and funerals. "Indeed they do," she replied, before adding with a devious smile, "and dykes love them too." "What?" I gasped, surprised by her declaration. Her smile stayed, as she grabbed her purse and ignored the question. "Let's go." The thought of Zoey being bi had me flushed, but I pushed down my inner turmoil and followed her out like I always did. We were downstairs when the bellhop stopped us. "Ladies, I am sorry to bother you, but we have just been told to keep all guests inside as a huge storm has just begun to hit us." I looked out the window and saw the downpour that was currently underway. Zoey, the drama queen she always was, asked, "And what are we supposed to do in the meantime?" The bellhop looked at her with the same carnal lust as so many had before him, but replied, "The hotel bar is currently open." Zoey's smile returned as she grabbed my hand and led me to the bar. Three hours, a lot of drinks and tons of flirting later and we were both drunk and horny. Zoey had just decided was who would be her Amsterdam fuck when the bar was suddenly closed. We were quite drunk at the time, but apparently the storm had ...