The Curse

"Okay. You don't mind, right?" You ask Alice. She shakes her head.
"As long as your okay." She then turns to Lizzie. "Don't be too rough."
"You're no fun." Liz replied giggling.

You then both begin to walk down the corridor. She wraps her arm around your waist and holds you close, causing you to blush a little.
"Hey wanna make a bet for clothes? I'm sure your wardrobe ain't too big." Lizzie suggests.
"Errm..Okay." You answer hesitantly.
"Well, I get to keep that top of yours if I win and you can keep any single piece of my clothing if you win." She says.
"But this is the only top I have."
"Then you better hope ya win." She begins to laugh quietly at her own little joke.
"Well, what's it based on?" You ask.
"I win if I get you to yell out my name by tomorrow morning and if you don't then you win. Simple." Your face then lights up. She must really like you. As this thought was running through your head, her hand slips down and she slides it down your skirt. You jump up for a second, startled, then you settle back down and just blush even more. You look up to her and she looks back at you. She pulls her hand back out and begins to speak.
"Your not wearing panties. I bet ya get quite a breeze down there." She giggles.
"No bra either." You add, turning red.
"Well, now you really do need to hope that you win." She chuckles to herself even more and then she stops you outside a door.

She then pushes it open and lets you in. In this room aswell, is a wardrobe, double bed and colourful wallpaper. She pulls you towards a bed and you run alongside her. She then turns around and freezes. She knows you will carry on running and she wraps her arms around you. She holds you close and looks you in the eyes. You just stand there, shocked with your mouths held open.
"I hope you don't mind.." She takes advantage of the situation and connects your lips with hers. You are first surprised and struggle a little, but after a couple of seconds, you go along with it. You close your eyes and lock in a passionate kiss. You both moan slightly as you nibble on each other's lips. Leaning in more, you raise your leg and bend it behind you. Your tongues continuously clash and rub against each other. Liz then pulls away slowly and a single strand of saliva is left suspended between you both. Your mouths close and you catch the excess spit in your mouth, before hesitantly swallowing. You both then stare at each other awkwardly. You really like her and she obviously feels the same. This could go really well. She takes your hand and leads you to her bed.
"Wanna take this a step further or you wanna take this thing slowly." She asks, certain that you 'want' her.