First Night Out

"O.M.G" Samantha shouted, "I cannot believe you've never been to the club!"

She is, of course, saying this to me, a meek 19-year-old student at the University of Ottawa. I'm nothing special, plain face, pale complexion, a modest taste in fashion. I haven't changed my hairstyle since grade 9, besides the biannual trims to keep it that way. It's always been the same light blonde at shoulder length, that fell naturally straight. My pale blue eyes hide behind a wave of hair and a set of thick rimmed glasses. Not those hipster glasses that take up my whole face, I try not to attract a lot of attention to myself. I'm a "normal-sized" girl with "average-sized" breasts. I'm pretty damn average.

I've never had a boyfriend before, not that I wanted one, I like to stay focused on my schoolwork. Sure I've been led on as a joke a few times, by the guys in high school. I never could understand how someone as plain as myself would become a target for bullies, I guess they can smell my lack of confidence. I was also a virgin, I also don't get how a girl can be criticised for both sleeping with lots of men or no men at all, but apparently, the idea of popping my cherry wasn't all too interesting. I know I never gave guys that much attention but it hurt to be called a "prude", even though I guess I am.

"Haha, no! Never! I've never had the time." I told Sam.

"Well, you have to come with me to one. Let's go right now!" Sam exclaimed.

"N...Now?" I stuttered "That's a little, um, last minute" A hard lump formed in my throat. Did I mention I'm also social-phobic?

"Oh come on, it's Friday night!" She begged. "It'll be tons of fun, besides you'll be with me. I'll make sure you have a good time and keep you safe."

As she says "safe", she pinches my cheek like I'm a child, it hurts a bit so I rub it off. "Well, I'm not sur..."

"Oh please! I can do your make-up and let you borrow an outfit. I'll make you look bomb!" Sam begged some more.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself to give in. "Fine. Alright, I'll go to the club with you. But you better not make me look like an idiot." I have to admit, I've never really been dolled up before, the thought of "looking bomb" intrigued me a bit.

Sam then immediately grabbed me by the shoulders, yanked me off her bed and led me to her closet. The look in her eyes was fierce, her brown eyes gleaming in the light, full of passion and determination. You could almost see flames in them. I stood there like a deer in headlights as Sam tore he wardrobe to pieces. "Nope. No good" and "Hmmm maybe" was muttered quite a lot, as articles of clothing flew past my head onto the rapidly building pile on her bedroom floor. It went on for about ten minutes before Sam turned around, fireworks in her eyes and shouted...

"I've got it!" She then proceeds to take a lump of clothing and throw it at me. "Here, put this on." Sam clenched her hands together and mimicked Mr. Burn's "Excellent", it was almost a little too creepy for me.

I say okay and begin to walk towards Sam's bathroom but she stops me. "Where are you going? Just change right here, we can't spend all night walking back and forth to the bathroom if we need to change something up. We're both girls, don't be a prude."

My blood boils a little... Prude, I hate that word. I start stripping, I'm going to finally start proving I'm not a prude. Tonight! Right this second!

"Daaaamn Guurl!" Sam hoots as I pull off my shirt and pants. "Who knew you had THAT body hidden underneath the hoodies, baggy tees and boot cut jeans!"

I give a little awkward laugh and stammer a "thanks."

"Oh when I'm done with you, you are going to be the 'Belle of the Ball'!" She continues.

I start to put on the lump Sam gave me, picking each item up and inspecting it. First, was what looked like a tube top, it was bright yellow and almost looked like a bra. It even had little slits to add padding.

"What is this?" I say, looking at Sam, total utter confusion in my face.

"It's a bandeau" she explains, "Take off your bra and slide it on."

My eyes open wide. "It's cold tonight, so I'll give you pads to stick in them, ya know, for modesty purposes." She saw the fear.

"How considerate." I thank her in a sigh of relief. I don't need anyone seeing my HARD oversized nipples, one of the only extraordinary features on by body, I would totally be made fun of. I then turn my back to Sam, unclip my bra and slid on the bandeau. It was surprisingly comfortable despite the lack of support. I turn back around to face Sam and ask her, "Can I get the pads please?"

"No not until we know we're going to keep it on, they're a pain to put in, so let's just leave them out for now." said Sam.

I nod. I know she had to see if the bandeau looked good but I felt like she was staring at more than just the top. I look down, Oh God! Nipples! I guess it is a little chilly in here without any clothes. She thinks they're gross. She thinks I'm a freak. She's opening her mouth, oh no, she's going to say something horrible about them.

"HOLY SHIT!" I brace for impact, "Those are amazing nipples!" she says. Wait...What?

"Sorry, I mean I wish I had nipple like that." I guess she see's how stunned I am.. And man, am I ever. Did she just say she liked them? "They must be soooo sensitive, I bet you can cum just from rubbing them!... Can you?"

"WHAT?! No! I mean, I'm not sure. I've never tried anything like that," were the words that spewed out of my mouth, without a thought.

"Anything like that?" Sam inquires. "Do you mean to say you've never masturbated? Like I know you're a virgin, but... Come on?!"

I nod my head and hang it in shame, "Nope, never. I guess I've just never felt the urge." Then I just shrugged, I had no idea what to say, it's the truth though.

"Wow, I'm shocked. I've seen you totally drool over guys on the beach. And you've never even thought to get off while thinking about them, just to let off some steam?" She asks and I just shake my head no. "Have you ever kissed a guy? And I mean, with tongue?"

I hesitate, the answer is no, but do I really want to admit that I've never even made out with a guy, even for a second? I don't want to lie, but I know she's going to use the "P" word. So for my very first lie to Sam, ever, comes out a very nervous, unconvincing, "S...Sure I have."

"HA! Really, you expect me to believe that. You, my friend, are not a very good liar." She chuckles, "Stick to the truth sweetie, you're better at it. Nice try though." Sam breaks into a fit of laughter.

Oh my good god, I am so embarrassed, it didn't make it any better that I was just standing there in my panties and this stupid bandeau. My face is on fire, being laughed at like this, standing here like this, is so degrading. I'm trying my best not to cry but tears slowly well into my eyes.

"Hey... Come on, it's okay." Sam stops laughing and softens her voice. "I'm sorry, I bet you'll be really good at it, you have really nice lips." She stands up off her bedroom floor, walks towards me and puts her hand on my shoulder. "I bet once I get you all hot and fancy, guys will be lining up to kiss your pretty face. And if you let them, you'll be a pro by the end of the night."

Her hand feels warm on my exposed shoulder, I can feel her hand's heat, warming the surrounding skin. Being half naked for so long, the chill got to me and her warmth was almost tingling as it defrosted me."Geeze, you're freezing." She starts rubbing in circular motions on my upper back. "Let's get the rest of these clothes on you."

Sam reaches down at our feet and grabs a pair of white fishnet pantyhose, "Have you ever worn these before?" I shake my head.

"Alright, I'll help, they can really be a bitch." She rolls them up to the toes and holds them for me to put my foot into. I grab onto her shoulder for support, snug my toes into the little opening and she slides it up my foot to my calf. The same goes for the next foot. "Okay, now pull them up and I'll straighten it out." I pull them all the way up as Sam wraps both her hands around my legs and twists the fishnets into place.

She starts at my ankles and works her way up to my innermost thigh. Her hands... Her warm hands, they felt so good warming up my chilled legs. It was making feel so relaxed until I jumped nearly half a foot in the air.

"Whoa! Sorry!" Sam apologised, "I didn't mean to brush up against your box!"

Then she let out a little laugh. "Don't sue me for harassment, Prude!"

Grrrr... That's it. "Don't call me prude! I hate it!" I'm steamed. "F... fuck you bitch!"

"O.M.G. Someone call the press! Ladies and gentlemen, she dropped the F-Bomb!" Sam howled. "I have never, ever heard you swear before! I'm in shock! Wow, I'm sorry, I won't call you a prude." She just laughs at my outburst.

"Good, because I'm not," I state.

"Then prove it." Sam retorts. "Kiss me right now."

"What?!" I don't know what to say, is she serious?

"I said kiss me right now, it won't mean anything. So if you want to prove you're not a prude, then kiss me. Right. Now." She dares.

Okay, she's pretty serious, there are those flames in her eyes. I'm hyperventilating on the inside, I can't move, I'm frozen! My mind is racing 100 thoughts per minute. Not only have I never kissed a guy before, I've never kissed anyone before, forget kissing another girl! I guess it wouldn't mean anything, like, we're both straight right? It would only be to prove that I'm not prudish and that I'm ballsy enough to kiss someone at random.

Alright! I'll do it! I lean in close to Sam and prepare to plant my lips on hers...

But I chicken out and just end up giving her a light peck on the lips instead. Fail.

"Aha, you call that a kiss? Come on, give me a real one! With tongue." She grabs me with both hands on the back of the head and pulls me in towards her. I prepare for impact.

We've made contact.

At first, it was hard, I felt her power, rush through my mouth. Kind of like bumping your baby toe, it didn't hit with a lot of momentum, it didn't quite hurt but you can feel the impact resonating throughout the area. Then I let myself accept that she wasn't removing herself from my face until I did it right. Sam felt me let go of all resistance, so she softened her lips into mine and continued to kiss me. She also let go of her grip on my head and started running her hands through my hair.

Our lips began moving in perfect synchronization. Each kiss never separated our lips. Sam started opening her mouth a little more each time until she slid her warm, wet tongue into my mouth and brushed it against mine. I guess I was doing a good job because her kisses became harder, the meetings between our tongues became longer and Sam started to lean more into my body and pushed me down onto her bed. I wrapped my arms around her back to support myself from falling over but in doing so, I fell into her passion.

Her hands stopped running themselves through my hair and started to run themselves down my back. Caressing my bare flesh with vigor and fervor, every inch of the way. I was no longer chilled, now I was radiating a heat like I've never felt before. Whatever magic Sam had pulled on me, I never wanted it to stop. Catching me by surprise, Sam sucked my lip into her mouth and lightly bites on. I pull softly away, only to thrust myself back into her when she unleashes her claws onto my back. Starting at my shoulders, she lightly digs her nails into my skin and drags them down the each side of my back, pulling down the bandeau at the same time.

Sam's lips release me from their spellbinding lock and then make their way down to my neck. She nibbles, sucks and kisses all the way up from my collarbone to the crease under my ear and gives it a small lick. Then she sucks up my earlobe, twirling her tongue around the edge while sucking and breathing heavily into my ear. I can't help but let out a moan. Which invited Sam to continue educating me on the joys of a proper makeout session.

Her hands slide up my body and make their way to the sides of my breasts. Squeezing them together, Sam glides her tongue down my neck and chest and stops when she reaches my cleavage. She looks up at me and we lock eyes.

"I want to test out my theory," she says.

"What theory?" I ask heavily, chest heaving, fully excited and aroused.

"Whether or not, your glorious nipples are sensitive enough to make you cum." She replies and before I can even say anything, Sam's mouth was on it's journey to one of my rock hard, oversized nipples.

She latched onto my right breast and began to suck hard as if she received a snack she had be craving for years. My entire body shuddered as she pulled on my nipples with the powerful suction of her mouth. She grazed her teeth around the edges and I felt a pulse in my panties. The entire area began to quiver and moisten as Sam pressed my tits together and flicked her tongue over each nipple.

Sam lowered me onto my back and grabbed onto both nipples with her fingers. She squeezed, pulled and twisted them firm enough to feel, yet so soft that it wasn't overwhelming. I melted into her hands as she licked the areas around my areola while teasing my teats with her tender and tedious finger motions.

My panties are now sopping wet, every touch is like a butterfly effect of quivers and convulsions. My mind has gone blank with the only focus on pleasure. I felt a warm wave of desire start to flow over me starting from my toes, going up my legs, meeting between my thighs and stemming up my torso and chest. I can't get enough of Sam's magic touch. I want as much of her as I can get at this current second. I feel like I'm about explode with sexual tensions.

Then I felt something, the most extraordinary feeling I have ever felt in my entire life. I didn't feel weak, vulnerable or small. For the very first time in my life, I felt like I was beautiful, invigorated and dare I say, extraordinary. That wave of desire then became overwhelming. Every muscle in my body tensed, wetness gushed from within my panties, my toes curled and with one last deep breath in, the desire exploded an incredible pleasure throughout my entire being. I gasp for air with every moan. My body convulsed wildly and my legs shook. And Sam, she never let go of my breasts, not once did she stop feeding the fire that embodied itself as my very first orgasm.

The minute that encompassed the orgasm felt like eternity, yet was over too soon. After the convulsions ended and my legs stopped shaking, I went limp. All I could do was lay in a pool of my own satisfaction.

Sam slowly made her way up from breasts, softly kissing my skin along the way until we met eyes laying in each other's arms. I had no idea how long we were going to stay like this, but it was bliss. We were laying there for a few minutes, my heart rate returned to normal, pleasure levels returned to normal. Then Sam's eyes flashed from lustful and content back to their original energetic state.

She gave me a big smile and sat up quickly. "Okay, that proves two things. One, you are not a prude and two, you can reach climax through nipple stimulation. Now, lets really get these clothes on you, Abigale!" Completely unfazed by the events that just occurred on her bed over the last fifteen minutes.

End of Act 1.