It was Friday night. I had been waiting for this night for three whole weeks. It was Jasmine’s leaving party and I now had my chance to let her know that I yearned after her. I was nervous as hell but a swift shot of JD had helped a little.

I had secretly talking myself into it from the first time I knew she was leaving for Australia. 'If she rejects you, you can blame it on the alcohol. If not… go with the flow.'

I stepped out of the shower, still going over my plan in my head. Walking through to the bedroom I wasn’t sure if it was the cold air or my plan but my nipples began to stiffen. I brushed my fingers over them feeling the soft tingle that echoed between my legs and the base of my stomach. Laughing to myself I took another shot of my fiery courage liquid.

Finding what to wear was no chore. I slipped into my leather trousers pulling them over the blue lace panties I had bought that afternoon. Looking in the mirror I admired myself, blowing a kiss playfully at my reflection. I adjusted my breasts in the matching bra to stand to attention - but not too much - then pulled my black leather basque over the top.

I purred at my reflection, pirouetting slightly to the music on the radio and sitting on the bed to pull on my boots. Never being one for makeup I simply framed my eyes in liquid liner and slicked on a dark Christian Dior plum lipstick. Grabbing my bag at the sound of the taxi horn I ran out in anticipation of what was to be the best night ever.

The bar was crowded and the girls were already there and in full swing. I could see Jasmine sat between them sipping her Malibu and orange. Her hair was blonde and in a short bobbed style. She had slicked it behind her ears and was wearing a short white dress. I envied how she could make white knee length boots look so un-prostitute like. Her lips nude as was most of her makeup. I watched her tongue lick her lips as she finished her drink and wished so much it was my lips she was licking.

The night went on, and still I had not made a move. Mentally chastising myself I moved to the ladies for a breath of fresh air. Leaning against the marble of the wall in the stall I closed my eyes hearing the ladies main door open as another patron came in out of the rabble. I moved from the stall and washed my hands, moving to the dryer placing them under the hot heat.

Suddenly an arm round my waist pulled me into a stall, I was eye to eye with Jasmine. Her emerald eyes enchanted me and before I could utter a word of protest her lips pressed against mine. Pushing me to the door, her hand snaked to lock it. Her tongue danced with mine and I began to move my hands over her bare shoulders, feeling every ridge of her backbone with my fingertips.

She broke the kiss, raising her finger to my mouth to indicate me not to speak. I nodded and continued to stroke the back of her neck. She took my hands by the wrists and placed them by my side. I cocked my head confused, and she leant in whispering to obey her every command. I nodded submissively and left my hands at my sides.

She took one hand and placed my first two fingers between my lips, I lapped at them with my tongue. Slowly she moved my hand from my lips to between her legs and slowly I began to rub back and forth to find a way between the folds and fur. A soft gasp in my ear indicated I had found what I had been searching for and I rubbed slowly in circles against the swelling nub.

Her nails gripped into my back as she lifted one leg onto the toilet giving me more room to play. One of her hands moved to my head and I obeyed moving to my knees and placing my lips against hers. I lapped hungrily like a mistress’s dog at my liquid dinner, using my tongue to sign my name upon her forever.

Her hands gripped at my hair pulling it tight, I squeaked, taking that as a sign to work harder. My tongue moved to caress her hole, flicking in and out as her grip tightened and slackened on my hair. Her body was rising and falling as my tongue moved faster. For a second, I was suffocated as she pushed me deep into her sex. I could feel her movements as the sensation took over her body. After a while she let me go and helped me to my feet. I smiled and she kissed me, whispering that I had done well, but my reward wouldn’t be until she returned in a month’s time to tie up her affairs.

We moved back to the party, not letting on what had happened in the toilet. But I'm really looking forward to next month.