My Friend's Formal

Over time, Mitchell and I moved passed what had happened between us and had become good friends. As such, he invited me to his school formal given he didn't have any ladies coming at him for dates (and I knew why..).
It wasn't my own formal, so I just chucked on my old formal dress, spun up my hair and painted on a touch of make up. The actual formal itself was terrible and we probably stayed all of an hour. Mitchell, myself, and quite a few of his school friends had chipped in some money to stay in a nice apartment in the city to get wasted in afterwards, so the party kicked off early.
Mitchell's friends were a lot of fun. I was sitting at the head of the table whilst his friend Tim poured all the dregs of god knows what mixes of drinks into a glass and slide it over to me.
"Drink it!" He grinned.
"I shouldn't, I'm on antibiotics.."
"Come ooon.."
"Okay." I gave in quite easily and was moderately smashed within a few short hours. Throughout the evening, a girl had caught my attention. Sadly, it was not often I was around other sexy (or even non sexy) goth chicks so I was fascinated by her. I watched as she frequently went outside to "make up" with her best friend whom she had apparently been arguing with. I peered out the window to see their silhouettes on the balcony. Her bold curls swayed gently as her hands caressed the sides of her friend's corset, moving up to her face every so often. It was almost majestic to see these two Victorian looking women embracing each other in a kiss.
They came back inside and more drinking ensued. Her friend had gone home and our friends were getting louder and louder. I was mid conversation when I overheard her say "I can undo a bra with my teeth!" The room quietened a little. She spoke a little louder "Is anyone wearing a bra?"
"I'm wearing a bra!" Tim exclaimed. I peered down at my dress and was quite disappointed that I in fact was not wearing a bra that could be removed by a cute girl with her teeth. I unfortunately could not give that comment my full attention, as other friend's were too busy shoving a bottle in my cleavage so I could display one of many party tricks involving me drinking Ruski's from my boobs.
Later on, I spoke to this cute, clearly bisexual young woman. Her name was Bree and was Mitchell's ex girlfriend from a few years ago. She told me how she was bisexual, but her friend Tasha would only kiss her, not let her go below the waist. Bree had always desired to taste a woman for a full girl on girl experience.
Suddenly, my night was looking even better.
I had told her about my previous experience with a woman and she became a lot more interested in me. Long story short, we kissed. And we kissed again. As you would expect, all the boys at the party went crazy, but we weren't concerned. We continued to kiss on the couch, her hands slowly feeling my breasts and moved them up and down my body, just as she had done to Tasha. She was a gentle kisser, one of the many benefits of making out with a woman. Bree had a tongue ring which I found very sexy. Every so often it would roll around my tongue and I couldn't help fantasising about how amazing it would feel rolling around on my other lips.
Bree and I tried to subtly move to the bedroom but of course it caused every boy to turn their heads. We quickly ran and tried to slam the door but Tim had somehow tried to worm his way in. He shuffled and sat on top of the desk opposite the bed. We yelled at him to get out.
"I'm a lampshade!" He shouted. Bree retaliated by hurling a bible at his head which quickly got him out. We somehow figured out how to lock the door and drew the blinds as much as we could.
"Where were we.." she said as I lay myself down under the sheets. We continued to kiss, rolling this way and that between those freshly pressed hotel sheets. As it always seems to happen, I was naked before she was. I removed her top and looked at her breasts, they looked perfect. Soft, supple breasts waiting for me to touch them. I began to caress them, nibbling at her ear and hearing her soft, feminine moan. I gently ran my lips down her neck, gently biting her. Her chest heaved as she breathed in deeply. I circled my tongue around her soft nipple, taking it all in my mouth. My hand slid over her smooth stomach and my fingertips gently probed the top of her underwear. She quickly removed them and my finger slid between her lips. It felt good to feel how wet I had made her. I could hear Tim's voice, and looked over at the window to see him and someone else try to commando roll passed the windows to get a sneak peak into the room. We chucked and she moved on top of me. She bit my neck as she squeezed my breasts, her long curls curtaining our faces. She slowly made her way down my body. I loved that this would be her first time to be completely with a woman. I sat up so I could look at her face as she placed her lips on mine. Her warm tongue lapped at my clit and it felt amazing. Now I knew why people got tongue rings! The rounded warm metal felt amazing as it lifted up my hood and went straight onto my clit, her warm lips caressing me around it. I lay there in ecstasy feeling this amazing mixture of woman and metal surrounding my clit. Her hands grasped my hips as my upper body moved up and down as I breathed heavily. She moved back up my body to kiss me, I could taste myself on her lips. We continued to kiss, forgetting other people were somewhere in the apartment. We were brought back to reality when we again looked out the window to see people climbing over onto our balcony to try to get a look.
"..Who are they?" I asked Bree.
"I..Don't know...They're not from our room!" She replied. People from surrounding parties had heard what was going on and wanted to get a look for themselves.
Before they could indulge their fantasies, we decided to return the party.
I most definitely now could understand all the rage for tongue rings. I hoped it wasn't my last experience with one, and it wasn't..

-Endrin-