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The taxi pulled away just as Hazel reached the taxi rank. Damn - damn she exclaimed in a fit of temper. Hazel stamped her foot comically, her shoe slamming down into a puddle. Freezing water soaked the arch of her foot and splashe up her legs. Her shoulders dropped

She couldn't stand out here in the rain for who knows how long waiting for another taxi to come, and the alternative was even less appealing - to take her chances among the hundred or so crowd of drunks and idiots at the main taxi rank across from the railway station.

The only other chance was the last bus, though it was the haunt of the weird and the sad drunks like her, but if she hurried Hazel would probably still make it. Pulling her shoulder wrap over her shoulders and hudling down against the rain, she began a half run half walk tottering on her sodden stiletto sandels down the road towards the bus stop. The wind and rain made Hazels nipples stiffen and rub uncomfortably against her blouse rapidly turning transparent in the wet. To make things worse, her bare legs were exposed to top of her thigh, and were stinging as the little drops of ice cold rain whipped againt her legs.

As a car hissed up alongside in a shallow puddle by the kerb, Hazel steeled herself for the lecherous comments, reflexively, she spun round ready to give them a withering comment... Then she realised the looked familiar. The drivers door sprang open, and shock of red hair poked over the roof of the car, sheltered by a protective arm crooked over the head.

"Hazel! shouted a familiar voice, need a lift?" It was Katie - Hazel's colleague from the PR company where she worked as a PA.

Thank you! Hazel shouted back glad to see a familiar face and more welcoming a warm dry car, no second offer was needed as Hazel stepped off the kerb and into the warm dry car. Katie looked wryly over at Hazel as she waited for an opening in the traffic to pull out.

"Good night?" She asked,... Hazel shook her head numbly. She was tired, rather drunk, and very cold, telling her saviour the night had pretty much been a disaster - what with losing track of half her friends in a nightclub, failing to pull despite wearing her best shoes, sexiest underwear and shortest skirt, and then ending up up to the ankles in cold water. Now she was tired. Feeling very sorry for herself Hazel failed to notice Katie's gaze lingering on her.

"You look done in," Katie finally exclaimed... "Bad night. Thanks a lot. For the lift," mumbled Hazel, half to herself. The car was oppressively warm, and for all she was pleased to see Katie, and grateful for the lift, it was takeing her all her time to stop from hanging her head forward in a drunken slumber. Katie laughed happily at her companion, as the passing streetlights panning alternate yellow and black across her face.

"No worries, Hazel. Take it easy. Good job I came along when I did, eh? And dressed like that too!" She took a hand off the steering wheel to run aher fingers over Hazel's exposed thigh. Hazel drunken and unladylike, was sat with her legs were sprawled apart. She mumbled. Sleep was getting the better of her. The rhythmic flicking of the streetlights, the gentle stream of warm air on her face and legs... the softly purring engine... all were lulling her further away from wakefulness.She snapped her head up and looked across at Katie before sagging back to sleep. Katie though looked back with an expression that betrayed her lustful thoughts.

When Hazel started to drift back wake everywhere was pitch black. She lay in soft bedding. Her mouth felt dry - her tongue like sandpaper clung to the roof of her mouth . Her hair was stiff the pillow was damp beneath. She moaned and propped herself onto one elbow trying to recall how she had managed to get home. Something though was odd about the room though. Was she in bed the wrong way - surely the door should be over to the left, but was it the door.. There was a pale outline coming into focus as if a light was on outside. Yes - definitely the door.

Hazel rolled herself further, trying to get upright despite her spinning head. it was then, she realised that there was bare skin next to her own. She withdrew instinctively. paniking somewhat Hazel thought where the fuck am I.

Heart thumping, she tried to piece together what had happened. She'd lost Sue and Michelle, then that guy had bought her a drink before going off with a half naked blonde - and then there was the taxi rank...

She put her hand to her throat as she thought and with a shock realised she was naked. She always slept in a t-shirt and knickers. There was certainly no t-shirt. And nothing down below either. What was this? She could feel the pressure of the other side of the mattress being depressed as the other person in the bed rolled over.

Holding her breath, Hazel lay back down - hardly daring tobreath out in case it woke the other person. Slowly, she turned her back fully to the other form - anxiously aware of her nakedness under the sheets - still trying desperately to decide whether to run out of the room. The other person sighed... A woman's sigh.

Fuck it must be Katie. The thought came to her like a flash. She'd stopped to pick her up when the taxi sped up. So why were they in bed together, Hazel's mind raced, trying to find an innocent scenario. Katie couldn't find her key and had taken her back to her own flat. She was wet from the rain, and Katie had stripped her and put her in her own bed, after all wouldn't any good friend do just that.

She self-consciously crossed her arms over her naked breasts - feeling comfort in their soft warmth. Somehow feeling less naked, as she did so.

That sigh again. Katie was struggling to sleep with someone else in the bed, perhaps. As far as Hazel knew, Katie was resolutely single. It must be odd for her to have someone else taking up space where she'd normally just spread out.

As if reading her thoughts, Katie's arm suddenly snaked out, her fingers brushing Hazel's side as she softly groaned again. Hazel froze. Her heart - already loud - was now a frantic pulse in her ears. Adrenalin was coursing through her and she shivered involuntarily.

"Cold?" came a murmur. Hazel lay rigid in the dark, blinking, hardly daring to breath hoping that Katie wasn't waking. This was too... odd. Then, she felt the butterfly-soft touch of a finger again but this time there was nothing accidental about it. Katie's hand reaching around her waist. Soft and warm. The faint drag of nails across naked flesh. Hazel held her breath again as this gentlest of touches continued round to her belly, where the hand settled. A single fingertip nestling into her navel, she let out an invoulentry sigh surprising herself at how good the touch felt..

There was still no sound, but Hazel was suddenly aware that Katie's hand was shaking with tension. Trembling in much the same way that Hazel herself had been only minutes before.

Hazel kept rigid. Eventually she did the only thing she could think of, whispering into the blackness in a voice that seemed shockingly loud in the tense silence of the room.

"Oi Katie you silly cow... it's me, Hazel..." Katie sat up. Against the faint outline of the door, Hazel took a sharp intake of breath of breath as she saw the outline of naked breasts and a tousled shock of hair.

"Shit- Hazel.. sorry... must have been dreaming... you OK?" It was a barefaced lie. Somehow, Hazel knew that Katie had known exactly what she was doing.

"Yeah, no probs... just startled me, that's all..." she said, aloud now. "Where are my knickers?" She almost laughed as the words came out of her mouth. Katie, if she was embarrassed, was determined not to show that anything unnatural was happening. She pointed in the dark - her long arm accentuating the heartstopping swell of breast that was becoming ever more apparent as Hazel's eyes grew accustomed to the dark.

"Over there..." she mumbled theatrically, as through awoken from a deep slumber..."on the chair. They were wet... sorry..."

"Thanks," said Hazel, slipping out of bed, suddenly desperately embarrassed and wishing she was home. She found the knickers and was unsurprised to find they were bone-dry as she stepped into them in a bit of rush. Although she was thinking with great clarity, her body was still dumb with alcohol and she mis-stepped into them, almost falling over.

"Toilet?" she asked. Katie again looked up from the bed. "Yeah - over the hallway .... " Pretending to fall back into slumber again.

Covering her bare breasts with protective arms, Hazel slid the door open and fell into the toilet. The sound of the extractor fan shocked her as she pulled on the light and stood, looking at herself in a mirror over the toilet. She was never ashamed of her body, but tonight, alone and unprotected with Katie, she had never felt so vulnerable. Was it just her imagination? She tried to convince herself as she sat down on the toilet and pulled her knickers back over her knees. Her bladder was a dull knot of aching pain in her midriff, and as she peed it seemed to release a lot of tension. Reaching for the toilet paper, she slowly began to convince herself that it was all her overworked, drunken imagination. She didn't know Katie all that well, but she was sure she wasn't a lesbian or anything. Maybe she was asleep. Just an unthinking reflex in her sleep.

OK. She said to herself. Deep breath. This is all innocent. Keep your knickers on, get back in bed and get to sleep.

When she was back in the bedroom, Katie was softly snoring, her back to Hazel's side of the bed. Hazel slipped back under the covers tentatively, trying not to move so much as a wrinkle in the duvet. Katie didn't stir - even when a spring groaned as Hazel's eased her backside into place.

She lay on her back awake for a while. Her eyes staring out into blackness, listening to the soft rise and fall of Katie's breathing.

Then am arm snaked out again brushing Hazels warm belly drifting dowm to rest in a warm spot between her legs, Katie whispered shall we continue what we started before you fell asleep?

All Hazels self control went out the window when Katie lifted herself on top of her. Her nipples said "Hi" as they brushed against Katies soft warm breast when she ran her fingers over her breasts. Her hands caressing Hazels chest as though she was trying to read Braille.

Katie parted Hazels legs with her knee She put her mouth to her nipples and sucked them till they were raw. The wetness still lingered from her lips as she blew cold wind onto the already rock hard tits turning them solid. She trailed her finger from Hazels chest to her belly button.. stopped and admired it and then kissed the imaginary line she created.

She positioned herself and grinded hard and slow against Hazels pussy.. up and down and then wiggled a little bit. She had her bed partner exactly where she wanted her. Unwarned she pinched Hazels ass- the surprise in that made her jump up and at that point she slid her fingers into Hazels wet pussy gently brushing her clit.. rubbing it in small circles and then testing leaking treasure.

She asked Hazel if she was ready and gasping Hazel nodded, desperately pulling her hands to her wet throbbing pussy. One finger then two she pushed inside meeting no resistance.. slowly. Hazels back arched.. her body trembled as the fingers probed deeper and deeper, touching every wall of her insides unable to stop Hazel couldn’t help but grab Katie's head. she moaned.. at this she changed her speed.

Fast..slow..fast..fast..slow and kept on this stimulating pace till Hazel cried out and bit her lip. She grabbed her head pulling her hair a bit and pushed her face into Hazels clit. Hazels arousal was Katies motivation because after that she licked her like her was her favorite ice cream cone..fast fingers inside still.. Hazel was in ecstasy. She was moving so fast it almost felt like she was just vibrating..pushing and grabbing her head more Hazels body lost control. She felt this tingly sensation not wanting her to stop.. she screamed it. Fuck.

Katie asked, "Whose pussy’s this?" And Hazels body exploded.. everything she was doing felt amazing. it felt so good she thought her lungs were to collapse it felt fucking amazing. Hazels body contracted she grabbed Katie.. her final thrusts ble her away. From there the tingling became this warm ecstasy. At this point in time nothing mattered- Hazels body was on fire and all she needed was Katie.

Her passion and energy leaked from her. It’s yours! she called out before her body shuddered.uncontrolably thrashing in the throws of an orgasm, they kissed relaxed for a while then Hazel whispered your turn... before pushing Katie onto her back...