You hadn't seen for years, ever since high school, but her face still pops up in your fantasies from time to time. She was someone you started admiring from afar, then after a while you became casual friends, though you always wanted more. She never gave the slightest indication that she might be into girls. In fact, she dated a number of guys.
But she was so damn hot! Short hair with the sweeping bangs that was the style at the time (she changed its color every week, so it seemed), glittering green eyes, a sweet smile, and a slim, petite body that her revealing clothes showed off nicely. You can remember two occasions when she got sent home for showing too much skin; tragic, really. She moved out of town after graduation to go to college, even more tragic.
Anyway, the day after you got the new bed home, you saw in the local music store, and even though years had passed and she had changed her look considerably, there was no mistaking her or that familliar rush you felt whenever you laid eyes on her. Well, to make a long story short, you were able to make a date (just friends, as far as she knew) for a couple of weeks later.
By the time you and got together, you knew well the effects of the bed. The trick would be to get her to come home with you and into the bedroom for just a moment...
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"I'm really glad to hear you're doing well," she says to you over the remains of lunch as you sip white wine together. "You deserve the best, you know. You were always really cool."
You smile at her.
sighs, and looks sad for a moment. "I wish I was doing half as well as you are, actually," she says. "My stupid fucking husband can't seem to keep his damn hands off his secretary. I tell you, as soon as I can catch him in the act, I'm getting out."
"You should leave him now," you say firmly. "You shouldn't have to put up with that crap. I mean, look at you, you're so beautiful."
She blushes and smiles, making your words all the more true. "That's really sweet of you," she says. "You've always been so nice to me, you know? God, if only I could have dated you instead of some of the pricks I've been with."
'Amen to that,' you think.
"So, where should we go from here?" she asks, trying to shake off the suddenly serious mood.
"Well, I didn't really have any plans for the rest of the day," you say nonchalantly. "What do you say we go out and paint the town red tonight? You know, kind of like a date?"
She looks thoughtful. "Not a bad idea, actually. But what do we do in the meantime?"
"We'll need to go change anyway," you say. "Let's head to my place and I'll change, and we'll stop by your place so you can do the same, and we'll go out."
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When you get back to your apartment, you head into the bedroom and shuck off your clothes, selecting the absolute sluttiest clothes you have to put on for 's benefit. You've discovered that the bed's magic is amplified if you put in a little effort as well, so you pull up a vinyl skirt that barely covers your ass and a cutoff T-shirt that just slightly reveals the underside of your breasts. You paint your lips red and tease up your hair. Now, it's just a matter of getting into the bedroom.
"?" you ask, trembling with anticipation and trying to keep the stammer out of your voice. "Could you come here for a second? I want your opinion on something."
"Coming!" she calls. She steps into the bedroom and, like everyone else who's crossed that threshold in the past two weeks, staggers for a moment as if hit by a sudden gust of wind. "Whoa..." she says, butting a hand to her forehead. "I feel dizzy, all of a sudden."
"Here, sit down," you say, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. She doesn't resist, and doesn't react to your wild outfit either.
"I feel so strange," she says. She shakes her head, and seemingly without realizing it, she reaches up and strokes her breast as well. Then she turns to look at you.
"Are you all right?" you ask with a smile.
She blinks with surprise. "I don't know what came over me," she says softly. "And...I can't believe how sexy you look. You really must be planning on having quite a night out!" She reaches out and takes your hand. "We don't have to go out right away, do we?"
"No," you whisper.
"Can we stay here for a little while...just the two of us?"
"Of course we can."
swallows hard, and her cheeks flush as she looks into your eyes. All of a sudden, it's like you're back in high school again and not a day has passed. "I...I want to kiss you," she whispers.
"I've always wanted to kiss you, ," you whisper back, and lean in to take a taste of her lips at long last.
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