The part was raging around me, music pulsing from the stereo and thrumming against my bones. All around me were people, boys standing at a table, concentrating with utmost intensity on their ping-pong balls. Girls were leaning about in their tight demin jeans, skimpy tank tops emphasizing perky breasts and flat midriffs, while they pushed back straightened hair with carefully manicured nails.

I smiled, my fingers wrapped around a glass filled with rum and coke that sent a pleasant warmth curling through my veins, a delicious buzz whispering in my mind. My eyes scanned the room, looking for my boyfriend, Jason.

Warm fingers slipped over my eyes and my vision went dark. “Guess who?” came the whisper in my ear.

If I didn't recognize that distinctive purr in Sadie's voice, I would have recognized the scent of jasmine that reached my nose. Only she had that aroma that clung to her hair and her body, and it made my fingers tremble.
I reached up to pull the hands away from my eyes, turning around to look at my closest friend, Sadie. She looked beautiful, as she always did. She stood taller than me, her body slender with curves that were lethal. Her long dark hair was pulled back into twin pigtails, black bangs escaping to frame her dark green eyes, the tips almost gracing the slight smile that curved her full lips. She wore a white blouse that brushed over navel, unbuttoned enough to give the faintest glimpse of the swell of her breasts, cupped within a lacy-black bra. Slunk low over her hips was a green plaid skirt, a small piece of fabric that barely grazed her upper thighs, making her long legs seem even longer. She wore knee-high socks of rainbow stripes, her feet clasped with black saddle shoes. Her outfit was completed by the rosary that hung around her neck, dark beads and a crucifix that rested suggestively between her breasts. She was no mere school-girl today; she was a Catholic school girl. A dangerous weapon, indeed.

Sadie caught the gleam of appreciation in my eyes and she smirked, giving my hand a squeeze. No matter where she went, everyone watched Sadie, attracted in spite of themselves. Boys, girls, everyone reacted to the pure sensuality that radiated from her body with every movement. I was one of them.

“Hey, have you seen Jason anywhere?” I asked, hoping to mask the blush that stained my cheeks. If anyone knew where my boyfriend was, it would be Sadie.

She tossed her dark head back and grinned. “He's in the backyeard, tossing around a football with some of the other guys,” she informed me, and her grin suddenly turned mischevious. “But you can grab him later. Right now, I have to show you something.”

I frowned, puzzled. “Can't it wait?”

“No,” she insisted, and as she spoke, she pulled me from the heavily populated living room. I followed her down the hallway, through the diningroom and into the kitchen. In the corner of the kitchen was a doorway that I had never noticed before, and this is where she led me to. With a wicked smirk, she opened the door and exposed a dark row of stairs that obviously led down to the basement.

I did not even think to question her again, following obediently as she navigated down the creaking steps. There was a doorway at the bottom, and she pushed this open as well. There was a bedroom here, the clean and unpopulated bedroom of a college student. A desk stood in the corner and posters plastered the wall, and the queen size bed was illuminated only by a red lava lamp propped up on a cluttered dresser.

“What's in here that you had to show me?” I asked, frowning with confusion. I turned around to face Sadie, who had manuvered herself behind me.

I was just in time to catch sight of her dainty foot reaching out to push the door closed. I watched the door swing shut, unable to comprehend as Sadie reached out and locked it with a distinct 'click'. Then she turned around to face me. Our eyes met for a brief instant, and then she pounced. I fell back onto the bed with her weight against mine, my mind reeling as her hair fell over my chest, her lips pressed against mine. Her mouth was intoxicating, and I was drunk on her jasmine scent as her tongue traced over my lips, parting them and slipping into my mouth to explore.

She sucked on my tongue while I reached up to twine my fingers through her hair, wrapping the strands of her pigtails through my grasp. She bit my lower lip until I gasped, pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Then she released it, nudging my head to the side in order to attack my neck. She nuzzled against the sensitive flesh there, licking and nibbling and sucking until I knew that a necklace of bruises would remain.

I couldn't help exploring her as well. My hands reached out to slip beneath her blouse, fingers trailing over the smooth skin of her back and her stomach, tumbling over the lacey material of her bra. Her skin felt silken against my fingertips, but I wanted more. So I began to unbutton her blouse, my hands fumbling in their eagerness to be rid of the barrier of fabric. Once unbuttoned, she shrugged off the blouse, and I took the opportunity to unclasp the bra that cupped her breasts. Now, I had full access to Sadie.

She sat up in order to give me a better view of her body, laughing softly at the desire in my eyes. Her breasts were firm and perky, her nipples lightly pick and hardened into little buds. I couldn't help flicking out my tongue towards one breast, and by her sudden intake of breath, I knew that it was the right thing to do. I sat up as well, her thighs straddling mine while my hands slid up her back, my mouth sucking on one breast gently, then the next.

This was new territory for me. I had never imagined that I would find myself in this position, my tongue swirling over one hard nipple and drawing it into my mouth to suckle gently, my fingers grasping firm flesh. Her whispery moan made me aware of my damp panties, and I wanted more. I raised my lips away from her breasts, leaving a trail of suckling kisses upwards across her collarbone and over her neck, nibbling gently at the tender skin just below her ear. She sighed softly, a gentle lusty gasp as her fingers began to roam.

Her hands slid beneath my shirt next, and I was forced to break contact with her skin as she began to tug it impatiently upwards. My shirt was quickly thrown to the side, and as I usually walk around without a bra, we didn't need to worry about that. Then she pushed me back onto the bed, her head decending hungrily upon my breasts. Her mouth was wet and warm as her lips surrounded my nipples, sucking until they were aching with need and my stomach was twinging with desire.

“Please,” I heard myself whimper, though I wasn't quite sure what I was begging for. I felt her tongue flicking over my nipples and her hand sliding over my stomach, palms brushing over hips before they descended into my jeans. With a quick twist of her hand, she unbuttoned them and unzipped them, tugging them downwards until they slid over my thighs and past my knees. I kicked them off impatiently.

Sadie's hand slipped over my panties, and I heard her giggle softly as she felt the wet fabric. “I think you like this,” she whispered into my ear as her hand began to move over my pussy, feeling me through my panties.

“Just a little,” I tried to tease back, but it was hard to know how to form words when her fingers were pushing the fabric aside, touching the smoothly shaven skin of my pussy. She began to rub lightly, just enough to send little sparks racing through my veins while she petted my clit. I spread my legs to give her more room, and I couldn't help but moan softly as she lifted one hand to her mouth, slipping one finger between her lips, sucking on it gently. Then she moved her hand back between my legs, and slowly, she slipped that slick finger inside of me.

Sadie must have done this many times before, because she knew exactly how to work. First one finger sliding in and out of my pussy, then another. I hadn't had a lot of sex before this, so the entrance of a second digit was enough to make me wince gently. It hurt a little as my pussy stretched to fit both fingers within me, but the discomfort faded as her fingers began to move, swirling around in a gentle motion until they touched some button inside of me that made me cry out, my back arching and my hips raising as if electricity had just shot through my body.

Sadie grinned at the successful discovery of my g-spot, and she quickly began to move her fingers faster. She slid down my body, her mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses down my chest and my stomach until her lips found my pussy too. While she fucked me with her fingers, her tongue darted out to flick against my clit. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive flesh, lapping at it gently, pulling it into her mouth to lightly suck on it. I was wetter than I had ever been in my life, and between her fingers rubbing against my g-spot and her tongue curling over my clit, I knew that I was close. I could feel a pressure building inside of my chest, and my thighs were beginning to tremble, and I began to whimper.

“God,” Sadie paused to whisper, her voice hoarse with desire, “You taste so fucking good.”

That was enough to drive me wild, and my hips began to move against her face with a mind of their own. “Please,” I begged her, over and over again. I uncurled my hands from their tight grip upon the sheets, transfering them to her dark pigtails. One pigtail in each hand, I used them to hold her against me. She knew that I was close, so close, and so she went crazy, her fingers fucking me harder and faster, her tongue lapping wildly over my clit, until I could feel my pussy began to contract, and I was crying out.

“Oh, fuck! Sadie!” I shouted, my eyes closed tight as the orgasm struck, my body trembling at the powerful waves of pleasure that rocked my body. But she did not stop, still sucking and licking and moving her fingers, and just as that orgasm began to fade, another one struck. My hands were wrapped tightly in her hair, my body shaking and my mouth alternating between gasps and cries as the intensity began to subside.

At last, my body relaxed, and I fell back against the bed. I felt pleasantly drained, and there were still little buzzes of pleasure twinging through my body. Sadie raised her head, and as I watched, she slid one finger into her mouth, sucking off the remains of my pussy juice. She smiled with satisfaction, and slowly rose upwards to her knees, offering me her other finger.

“Taste yourself,” she whispered, and I obeyed. I slid her finger into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl over her smooth skin and taste the exotic flavoring of my own desire.

I was getting wet again, and I raised my head to look at her. “Let me taste you,” I asked softly. I wanted to know what she tasted like, I wanted to let her juices run over my tongue and know that I was the one causing it, I was the one making her come.

She did not protest, only slid onto the bed in order to face me. So I slid off, falling to my knees before her. My heart was pounding as I lifted up that adorable school-girl skirt, nuzzling my face against her lacy black panties. I had never found myself with my face between another woman's legs, and I was surprised at how aroused it made me. I could smell her desire and it was exhilerating. I wanted to go slow, I wanted to remember this moment always. But as soon as I caught scent of her pussy, I couldn't wait.
I pulled her panties down, balling them up and throwing them over my shoulder. Her pussy looked so good, shaved and smooth, her lips glistening with her wetness. I leaned forward, tentatively reaching out to run my tongue over her clit. I twirled it around that small pink bud, trying to mimic her earlier actions, sucking on it lightly. At her moan, I knew that I was doing something right. So I moved away from her clit, licking over her pussy lips. I spread them apart gently, and ran my tongue over the pink flesh that was revealed. Her taste was different, clean and hot all at once, musky and rich and it drove me wild. I could feel my own pussy begin to throb with desire as I drove my tongue into her, trying to see how much of her I could taste. My hands slid down to cup her firm, smooth ass cheeks, pulling her closer.

Sadie was gasping now, rough pants escaping her mouth. I looked up in order to see her throw her head back, her teeth biting her lower lip gently Her fingers were curled into the white sheets, her body gently shifting as I returned my attention back to her pussy.

God, she tasted good. I almost didn't want to take my tongue out of her, but I did, replacing it with one careful finger. Her pussy was tight around my finger, wet and hot as I moved it around. I began to lick at her clit while I pumped one finger into her, then joined it with another.

“That's it,” she told me, moaning. “Fill me up.”

So I worked in order to get a third finger inside of her, and she whimpered as her pussy adjusted to the extra width. Her pussy juices were flowing over my fingers as I began to move them, slowly at first, but with growing intensity. One of her hands detached from the sheets and the other moved towards my head, curling into my hair in order to pull my face closer to her, burying my mouth against her pussy. Her hips rocked upwards, giving me better access to her eager flesh.

This time, I could feel her body start to tremble as I picked up the pace, her pussy muscles tightening around my fingers. I continued to fuck her with my tongue slurped and licked at her clit, her moans only making me more excited, which only made me go faster. She tasted delicious, and her voice made me hot as she moaned out my name.

“I'm so close,” she whispered, her eyes still closed tightly. I bent my fingers slightly at the knuckles, and then I brushed against the spot that had set me off. It worked. She gasped and her muscles tightened, her thighs gripping my head and her pussy clamping around my fingers. “Just like that!” she told me, having to force out the words as I began to press that spot over and over again. I could feel the tension building in her body, I could taste her growing wetter.

And then she came, her head thrown back as she cried out. Her pussy was so tight and wet around me, a flow of juices escaping her lips to trail down my fingers, and I kept going. I kept working her until her hips were spasming against my hand, until she was cursing and crying out and gasping for breath.

At last, I gave her a break and pulled my fingers out. She collapsed back on the bed, gasping in large mouthfuls of air. Her pigtails were ruffled and wild strands had escaped, and the musky scent of sex lingered to tell the tale of our adventure. “I am going to have to get you drunk and kidnap you more often,” she told me with a drowsy laugh, her eyes fluttering open to stare up at me.

She looked beautiful, her breasts exposed and her skirt lifted to reveal her glistening pussy. I had done this to her, and I wanted more. Sadie had just given me the first taste of what would come to be a large addiction. And I loved it.

“I think I could get used to that,” I told her with a laugh, leaning upwards to claim her lips with a soft kiss.

Sadie replied with a wicked smirk of her own. “I think I could too.”