"It'll probably be more comfortable to fuck on the couch." Emma said, her matter-of-fact demeanor such a contrast to the lusty seductress that usually got me going.

I stood up, shaky, and we moved from the kitchen toward the living room, which had an incredibly comfy and expensive-looking couch in it.

"Oh, babe!" Wendy said, "can we swap? Remember, I wanted Yara to fuck me with that new strap?"

"How could I forget…" Brenda said.

Emma and I stood in the living room, in front of a couch that was unbelievably expensive, but had probably seen more action than I had in my entire life. I took a step forward and kissed Emma, our tongues intertwining. She tasted delicious, and her hands instantly wrapped around my ass and pulled me in close.

"Umm…I know we just met, but…I think you're really, really hot." I said.

Emma moved her hands up my sides, exploring me. "I think you're really hot too…that's why I'm going to fuck you." She smiled.

Emma reached up to the top of my head and gently ran her hand through my hair. "This color, it's so cool. I'm so used to black hair and blond, I think I've even only had redheads that were natural…so, um, pink hair is really cute. And it's a good dye job, too."

"Thank you…" I said, leading Emma down to the couch so we could continue making out. "It's nice to get attention like that. Usually I get called emo or some bullshit.” I laughed.

"No…that's not…not accurate. Pink hair is totally pastel goth. Goth and Emo are different."

"Thank you for being aware enough to make the distinction…" I said, grinning and pulling up on Emma's sweater, telling her I wanted to take it off. Emma helped and pulled the sweater up, exposing a purple and black lacy bra and a ton of skin.

Emma's skin was as smooth as glass, her stomach soft and warm, her breasts straining against the lacy cups of the bra. Even if our bodies were very similar, Emma had me beat on size of tits. She was at least a cup size bigger than me, and the bra she was wearing pushed her tits into perfect cleavage that I couldn't resist.

And because tonight was the night it was, I didn't have to resist. I leaned forward and nuzzled Emma's neck, but quickly moved down and began kissing her tits, darting my tongue into the cleavage, feeling the soft, warm skin.

"God, you are…god, I can't stop staring." Emma said, running her hand through my hair again, holding on to my head and encouraging me to go deeper into the valley of her tits.

"You can play with my hair all you want if it means I can keep sucking your gorgeous tits, Emma."

"Oh…god I want you to suck them. But, you have to take your dress off first." Emma said.