Jennifer continued to quietly seethe as she went down the road back to her place. What had gotten into Caroline? In all their college years, she’d never known her to be a spotlight hog, hell she was actually fairly quiet and unobtrusive. Now, she had taken all the attention and the action tonight? Who did she think she was?
She continued playing the night back in her mind, thinking about the kiss Julie had stolen too. Was it just her or did Caroline even seem to enjoy that too? Heard her moan a little bit and squeeze Julie pretty tight when she kissed her? How could she have gone to school with her for four years and not known she swam that way?
She shook her head, swung that way, she corrected herself.
Then again, she also remembered the hug Caroline had given her at the start of the night too. She began replaying that especially close. The warmth of her skin, the cool prick of her nails dragging across her back, the fruity smell of her hair conditioner… that hot little puff of air from her lips on her neck, oh god and her awesome rack pressing up on hers…
Jennifer gasped as she slammed the brakes, the daydream was so strong that she’d nearly just run a stop sign. “Fuck it.” Cursed Jennifer. “I’ve gotta find out what’s up with you Carrie… what’s gotten into me too…” Jennifer began to reach one hand under her shirt and adjust her bras as much as she could. It was suddenly ridiculously tight feeling, just adding onto her mounting frustration and arousal.
She pulled up at Carrie’s place, a nice, kinda expensive but tiny little studio appartement in a quiet part of town off the commercial center. She sped her car into the curb and nearly leapt out of her seat. She shuffled up to the door and buzzed Caroline’s door at the lobby. What she heard wouldn’t be the biggest surprise she’d receive that night, but in the moment it would make her gasp as she heard…