Another night, another late text. Was this the start of a habit perhaps? "Hey, have fun last night?" "Uh, I mean aside from what we did I mean."
 "I did. Can't deny that I kinda wished it was with you instead~"
     "Tsk, charmer. Im not really the bright lights and booming beats kinda gal. I think you'd find me pretty boring once you calmed down. What DID party girl get up to afterwards though?"
/me “I'm not sure I could ever find you boring after what we did last night. And we might be able to get you to have fun yet; you just need to find the right people to go out clubbing with.” There was a bit of a pause, and though Rachel would never see it, Elizabeth's expression was tinged with the slightest bit of shame as she admitted, “I got laid like... three times? I kinda stopped paying attention. You got me really worked up and I had to let it out somewhere.”
     "My usual Friday night is downloading and watching some documentaries on the sofa and then a bit of fun with my fleshlight." She had debated adding the latter unsure if it was uncalled for or just plain sad but given last night she figured the little bit of extra depreciating humour would be appreciated. It wasn't like it was completely false either. That admission though, just as Rachel could not see the perhaps uncharacteristic shame Liz could not see her blush or chew her lip. "Uh wow..." There was a lengthy pause before she posted again. "Do you do that a lot? Give or take?" Far from judging Liz's sluttiness was fascinating for her, she had never known anyone like that before, at least not as a friend. It intrigued and for someone rather reserved as herself it was actually a little bit of a turn-on. Like a window to another world.
/me “Well yeah. I mean... I'm a rich socialite with no responsibilities from a really famous family. I can pretty much fuck whoever I want.” There was an odd mix of shame and pride in Liz as she typed out the response. Normally she was completely shameless about her hedonistic tendencies, but something, something she could not place her finger on, made her feel as though they were something to hide whenever she talked to Rachel. “I gave twice and took once...” another long pause before she finally responded to the question hanging in the air between them, “I don't have much to do tonight... would you like to hang out? In person this time?” The implication was obvious, but Liz had too many butterflies in her stomach to spell it out directly.
     "Wow, you do it three times in one night, I'm lucky if I get it once in three months... Im jealous." She really was, if push came to shove she could have probably gotten laid more, she knew she wasn't ugly. Liz had demonstrated that. But it wasn't just the frequency that she was envious of, it was her attitude and personality that allowed Liz to live such a hedonistic life. The fact was Rachel was too eager to just stay at home and often too awkward to chase tail. It was strange that she felt so comfortable being forward with Liz, by rights she should have avoided her like the plague. Perhaps being shamed with her way of making rent had just made everything else seem less embarrassing in comparison? "Get photos?" Was the response to the frequency as for meeting? "I gave you my address already..." Though as seemed almost customary now she eventually got the courage to be a little more direct and amend her message afterwards. "Bring condoms."
/me it was about fifteen minutes before Elizabeth arrived at Rachel's place. She'd done this before. She did something like this twice a week, easily; just booty call. Go get laid. She had a plethora of condoms in her purse at all times just for this sort of occasion, so she didn't even need to prepare or anything. Her driver knew exactly what was going on, and he'd just sit outside and read a book or smoke or whatever while waiting. Her siblings knew what was up, and while they still gave her the occasional disapproving look, they had mostly accepted it. This was normal, oh so normal, almost painfully normal, for Elizabeth, so why was her heart pounding as she strode up to the door? Why was her head so clouded and unfocused as she knocked? Why wouldn't her knees sit still? Rachel was one in a long, long list of booty calls she could have made this evening. There was no reason for this night to stand out against any other, and yet here she was, feeling like a nervous schoolgirl ready to jump into the bushes should someone so much as try to speak to her. All she could do now, though, was wait for Rachel to answer.
     Similarly she felt butterflies and nerves, she was always nervous when meeting people, even just for lane stuff like TV and DnD. It took forever to calm to the point she could really be comfortable with someone. Given that this was seemly for sex only? She should have been in the fetal position. A booty call, her, someone was actually coming over just to fuck her. Okay it wasn't actually that crazy, she had drunkenly laid her friends a few times but still. Yet she felt oddly calm, not comfortable but pretty relaxed. She still ended up basically sitting by her door after a quick once over to made sure her and her bedroom was presentable. So that door did open almost immediately as Liz was ushered in and the door closed behind them. Privacy at last now to... She really had no idea. Was there even a wiki how for this kinda thing? "Uh hey..." Well this was awkward. "So uhm... How do you normally... Do...you wanna drink?" She rubbed the back of her neck, hopelessly lost. ©
     "I've got coke and... Water." It was a good thing she was too nervous to think straight and couldn't see herself right now. When it came to horrendous memories to recall years later that still made you want to commit suicide this was probably going to be the number one spot for the rest of her life.
/me Elizabeth was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet when Rachel invited her in, she was liable to chew straight through her lip at the rate she was gnawing on it. Her heart sped up as she watched the other girl fumble with her words. She was probably going to fare no better if she tried to speak, and the tension had been building ever since she had stepped out of her car, so she opted for the non-verbal approach. As soon as Rachel finished talking, Liz's hands went to the other woman's shoulders and shoved her back against the wall, soon following with her whole body, pressing straight up against Rachel. No pomp, no circumstance, just hormones going into overdrive. Liz shot forward, catching Rachel's lips in her own, and let out a long, low moan as she finally found a way to release the pressure she'd felt. Her body relaxed and her weight rested forward, grinding their bodies together,
/me erection already starting to press through her skirt. Liz didn't let the kiss end; it was an excuse not to talk, not to think about why she was so nervous about this. She could just melt into this sloppy, unorganized mess of a kiss and hold it for hours without getting bored if she wanted. Yeah, she might just do exactly that. Those lips were so soft against her own, the feeling of heat and flesh pressing against herself was so relaxing, that tingle of excitement running from her groin up her spine had her knees shaking even more. Elizabeth fucked. Often. She got laid so much it had become passe, after a fashion. It had been a long time since she'd been so eager, so <b>excited</b> to be touching someone like this, and she hardly knew what to do with herself now that she was here again.
     It was fortunate there partner was here to save her from herself. Where's Rachel was prone to over thinking and analysing everything to the point of paralysis Liz seemed far, far more impulsive. Being shoved against the wall with a thud actually hurt but before even a grunt could leave her own delicate lips the were kissing. Well, she was being kissed. Rachel was rather passive in the affair, not for lack of desire but there was a sizeable gulf in experience here and besides her partner seemed plenty happy to lead. Once the shock had passed she grew a little more reciprocal, her head canting to the side to encourage more depth and her lips parting as she gave a soft moan of her own. Her hands too while at first very hesitant to even touch Liz soon pressed to either side of her waist, then round to her back. Eventually they drifted lower to her rear as she squeezed that petite but perfect rear. Her confidence was rather quickly growing as the minutes in each other's hold dragged on. ©
     She could feel how hard Liz was, it was one of the few things they actually had in common in what was a sea of opposites. One hand stayed on her partner's rear but her dominant palm would trail around. She never stopped touching Liz, making it easy to feel where her attention was going until finally her fingers slid along her hip, down under her skirt and eventually around that hardness as she squeezed and began to pump it. Unfortunately for herself she had worn jeans. Skinny jeans and goodness they were getting insanely uncomfortable now considering that with Elizabeth throbbing in her palm she could safely say it wasn't just a cup size she had over her rich socialite friend...
/me Elizabeth moaned deeply in response to Rachel's touch, back arching and wriggling as her ass was grabbed and squeezed. There was no end to the cute, girlish noises that Rachel could coax out of the young woman simply by touching her, and when her cock was freed from her panties, her breath sucked in rapidly, whole body shuddering at the touch. She broke the kiss just long enough to purr, “Nnggh... fuck that's good...” Her nerves had settled a little by now; she was back in the far more familiar territory of carnal lust; no thought, no emotions, just animal instinct urging her to fulfill that most base of desires. She slipped her hands down from Rachel's shoulders, maneuvering around the arm that the bespectacled woman had on her shaft, she hastily unbuckled the other woman's jeans with deft, practiced motions and damn near tore the zipper off as she yanked it down before shoving her
/me hand under her partner's underwear, grabbing and lifting Rachel's cock out into the open so that she could return the favor. Their kiss continued, unabated, as they now jerked one another off. Elizabeth's lips parted and dove in, teeth catching and ever so gently grazing across Rachel's lower lip as she pulled back, letting out another moan as she pulled away, and then diving back in, hungry for more. Her hips began to undulate back and forth, rolling with the motions that caressed her member, clearly indicating she was eager for more.