ROOFTOP.

The swimming pool stretched out before us; sapphire blue and 8 feet deep, the water oscillated as the various tenants of our block of community flats flapped their arms and kicked their feet under it.

The music was blasting and the night moon was out, subtly shinning down the rooftop, too faint to bother the amber-led party lights, ornamented across poles and sticks.

The rooftop, cramped with people of all shapes and colors guffawed with laughter. Voices, too loud to be called chatters deafened my ears but I loved it!

I was standing somewhere around the bar area, sipping on my wine and nodding to the Hip-hop clangorous music when I sighted her; Megan.

She was sitting on the edge of the swimming pool, slinging her slender feet in the water and I remembered her. I had passed her by on the stairs many times but we never spoke a word to each other, except for courteous nods when our eyes caught and swift smiles.

Now, for the first time, I was really looking at her. She had on an American flag bikini that clung seamlessly to her supple-looking skin. Her hair was auburn and barely touching her shoulders. She had a half cup of wine in one hand and was guffawing with the swimmers and other perchers at the pool.

I lifted my drink to my lips and looked away. Suddenly, I felt a stranger, grabbing me by the wrist so I moved with him to the dance floor and I danced, jovially, with my cup clasped in my fist.

When I broke away from the strange man, I ambled back to the bar and lowered onto the high stool. I asked the bartender for a refill of my drink … it was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up to a deserted rooftop with no humans but party cups, cans, kegs, and food wrappers littered across the once-booming venue.

As I looked searchingly around, I sighted Megan, leaning forward on the concrete fence, smoking.

I rose from my chair, took a minute to inhale the cool night breeze before ambling towards her.

“We were locked out,” she stated as I approached her, ashing her cigarette over the fence.

She smiled at me over her shoulders before turning around fully to face me.

She extended a hand, “I’m Megan Grace.”

I shook her hand, “Clara.”

“I’ve seen you around many times.”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged with an awkward smile. She was prettier now that I was standing a feet away from her. “You’re in the flat below me—”

“Yeah, we bump into each other a lot.”

I nodded then looked around, “ Have you tried the fire door?” I pointed towards the heavy metallic door.

“Ah It’s no use,” she said, turning back around to resume her position on the fence, “It’s closed”

“Oh, well, good thing we live here then.” I  moved forward to stand next to her with my hands down on the fence. “Wow!” I exclaimed at the beautiful view.

She chuckled and handed me a cigarette out of the back pocket of her shorts. “Feels like an early summer eh?”

“Totally!” I received the cigarette from her, stood still with the stick between my lips, and waited as she held the lighter up to my mouth.

“Thank you,” I said, taking a drag.

Together, we leaned forward on the fence and smoked while overlooking the magnificent view of the sleeping city.

She told me she had chosen to stay back when the others were leaving, “I just wanted to enjoy this natural breezy serenity!” she stated, turning around, “Sit?” she offered and I moved with her to a long sofa.

I admitted to having slept off and she laughed, pointing out that she had noticed me all night, a confession that made me flush.

Conversation flowed naturally between us and we spoke about what it meant to live in our neighborhood; the things we liked, and our favorite spots and experiences thus far.

There must have been something in the air that night because I felt so at ease and relaxed with Megan. And because we were sitting next to each other, our skin unavoidably brushed and hands fleeced in the heat of hearty conversation and giggles.

I felt something; hot and yearning between my thighs, and as I wondered if Megan felt it too, suddenly, she paused between talks and leaned in, so close that I arched forward and brushed her lips in a kiss.

I was going to withdraw and apologize when she grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back to jam her lips hard on mine. Our tongues touched and they swam fiery yet delicately in tune with one another. As the warmth in our mouths burned, so did the softness between my thighs.

I reached out my hand to rub Megan’s breast, unsatisfied, I tugged down the strapless bikini top and cupped my hand over the right swell of her breast.

Megan sighed into my mouth and pulled me on top of her until her back was flat down on the sofa. Our lips, glued in ecstasy continued to kiss rapidly.

I felt my hand over her breast and moved it down her chest until I could feel the soaking wetness in the middle of her pant. Impatiently, I pushed the pant to the side and slipped a finger into her soft slippery heat. Megan breathed sharply and I hissed pleasurably.

I broke away from her lips to bury my mouth over her left breast just as my finger twirled round and round her engorged clitoris.

She sank her fingers into my back, moaning softly. Her waist rocked against my fingers and I crawled down to her feet, peeled the pant down her legs, spread them as far apart as they could go and laid flat on my stomach with my head, buried in her mound.

I sucked on her clit, licking her overlapping juices into my mouth and I felt her fingers grab tightly onto my hair. I pushed a finger inside her warm entrance and the slimy wetness welcomed a second finger. I thrust in, and out while my tongue continued to rock her clit in upward strokes.

Her waist arched forward and faster, her grip got tighter, her body shuddered and she screamed, pulling violently on my hair as an orgasm rocked her body.

I slipped my fingers out of her and crawled upward to kiss her mouth.

In one swift swipe, she turned me over so that she was now on top of me. Smirking happily, she tore the top of my bikini, scooped my breasts together, and went to work on the nipples, sucking and pulling at the erect tits interchangeably. Already high from all the passion, I pushed her hand down into my mound and she moaned excitedly as she felt the dampness of my heat.

She whisked between my thighs, tugged the pant down and off my feet, and collapsed between my thighs to lick hungrily yet with expertise at my engorged and overflowing wet clit.

I cried, “Oh Megan!”

She pushed a finger into me, then immediately followed with two more fingers and I could not take it anymore.

She curved her fingers upward and stroked and a pulsating feeling, throbbing and exciting grew in the pit of my stomach. I felt my muscles tighten. Tickling sensation bolting through my veins and I screamed loudly in reckless abandon as the orgasm erupted through me, quaking my body violently against Megan’s face.

Completely emptied, my waist dropped limply, down on the sofa.

 

THE END.

 

 

 

 

 

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