Jessica Dessen Friends and Benifits What I wouldn't do for a friend 
 
 
 First Time 
   
 Imogen picked up her bag and started for her car. She should have gotten off an hour ago, should have gone and met her friend for drinks then, but she had been caught up with this one last stack of paper. 
 The underground car park was dark, with only thin fluorescent bulbs to light her way to her car. She unlocked the door and slid into the cool interior. “Shit,” she whispered when she saw the state her hair was in. Messy from rubbing her fingers through it in frustration. 
 The car purred to life and Imogen looked into her rear-view mirror before backing out. Better safe than sorry, she thought even though there were no other cars in the lot. 
 When she hit the main road, she snuggled into the seat, the dark black of the night was poker dotted by city lights. That was why she had moved here, to see the lights every night. 
 Imogen turned into her and her friend’s usual hangout, Sizzle Bar. The car park was almost full, something Imogen basked in, it meant more men to choose from. 
 Even though Imogen spent most of her life either doing work or thinking about it didn’t mean she abstained from sex. In fact, sex seemed to be one of her most popular pass times. More than once a week was common, and usually with different men. 
 Imogen climbed out of her car and headed for the entrance, unbuttoning the first two buttons on her blouse. There was a bouncer guarding the entrance, his arms folded over his chest and tattoos running over his neck and face. 
 “Hey Henry!” Imogen called as she patted him on the cheek and walked past, catching the weird glances people gave her. Henry, the bouncer, was the regular here and also happened to be her best friend’s brother. He had been smuggling them in since they were seventeen, so they were on pretty good terms. 
 As soon as Imogen hit the dancer floor her best friend, Des, caught her arm. “Hey!” she called over thee thumping music. “Why are you late?” 
 “Work,” Imogen said simply and made her way to the bar. She ordered the strongest drink she could think of when she caught the bar tenders eyes. 
 Des sat down on the seat next to her. Tonight, Des was sporting a lacy bar with a shirt that ended before it reached her nipples. “You going for slutty tonight?” Imogen asked conversationally. 
 “Yeah,” Des said with a wicked grin. “Now, since we should look like twins,” she said. Imogen and Des had usually been mistaken as sisters since they looked strikingly similar. They both had the same long blonde hair and green eyes, they were almost the same height, the only difference was that Des had two cup sizes on her. They were her greatest asset, she announced every time she could weasel it into a conversation.   
 Des ran her hand over Imogen’s breasts and pulled another two buttons off, making her shirt fall so everyone could see her lacy black bra. Imogen had come prepared, she had been agitated this morning and had decided the best way to cure that would be to get laid, so she dressed for that in mind. 
 “That’s better,” Des mumbled then turned and passed Imogen the drink she had ordered. “Now let’s go party!” 
 Imogen nodded, leaned her head back, and tossed the drink down. It burned all the way down the throat, but as soon as she tried to get off the chair, she felt the alcohol settling in. 
 Des grabbed her hand and dragged her in a direction, though Imogen was too preoccupied with her friend’s ass to try to see where. But Imogen did question it when, instead of getting lost in wreathing bodies, she ended up in Des’ car. 
 “Where are we going?” she mumbled and glanced out the window. 
 “I’ve been planning this for a while,” was all Des said in return. By now Imogen’s brain was too foggy to even care. She had never been able to hold her liquor, the first time she had had a drink she had passed out. 
 “Wake me up when we get there,” Imogen mumbled and leaned her head against the car window. 
 When she next opened her eyes, it was to Des shaking her shoulders. Imogen half-heartedly swatted her away, but she did open the door and stumble down the pathway. The place looked familiar, but Imogen couldn’t place where she had seen it before. 
 Des didn’t speak until they reached a door, where they only paused for a second before Des dragged her inside. 
 As soon as the door closed, Imogen dropped onto a couch and turned to face Des, who sat beside her, making the couch creak ominously in the dark.    
 “Imogen, this is important. I’ve been meaning to say this for a while, so I’ll just say it,” Des said. She paused, and then, “I think I love you.” 
 “Hmm, me too,” Imogen mumbled and leaned back in the couch. 
 “No, Imogen. I mean, I love you, not like. It’s the ‘I dream of having sex with you’ kind of love.” 
 “Hmm,” Imogen mumbled and moved her head to the side. 
 “And I wanted to see if you would agree with this relationship? ‘Me and you?’” 
 “I love you too,” Imogen groaned and leaned forward, giving her a half-hearted kiss on the cheek, which miss and landed on Des’ mouth, making her friends eyes shine with happiness. 
 And, before Imogen could process what happened, she was lying on her back on Des’ bed. Des was sitting beside her, running her hands down Imogen’s stomach. 
 Imogen rolled to the side and Des leaned down and kissed her. Des’ hands wandered to the buttons of the blouse and, without wasting time, removed it from Imogen’s body. 
 Slowly, Des leaned down till her mouth was on Imogen’s breast through the bra. When her tongue touched Imogen’s sensitive nipple, she jumped. Des continued to roll the nipple in her mouth, making liquid pool at the apex of Imogen’s thighs. 
 As soon as Imogen’s nipple was so taught that it hurt, Des moved to the next one. But as she did that, she moved her other hand down and began to pull Imogen’s clothes off. When she had finished with the second nipple, Imogen was completely naked except for the bra. 
 Des moved back and looked down at her friend for more than five years spread out before her. Des knew all of Imogen’s secrets, and that meant she also knew that her friend had never slept with a girl. 
 “It’s a great time for firsts,” Des mumbled as she brought her hand to Imogen’s moist pink skin. As soon as her finger brushed over it, Imogen’s eyes snapped open, as if the alcohol had disappeared from her blood system. 
 Imogen watched, her body burning with desire as her friend slowly spread her entrance. The warmth of her friend finger’s made her thrust forward, trying to have them buried deep inside her. 
 Des grinned and slowly, inch by inch, pushed a single finger into her friends sucking pussy. Imogen moaned and reared back, hands clutching the sheets. Her body shook as Des slid her fingers out. 
 Imogen’s body instantly missed them, but before she could voice it, they rammed back in so hard that her body quivered. She could feel her orgasm coming closer and closer as her friend used a single finger to drive her to a blinding light. 
 Des slid her finger in and out, feeling the juices sliding over her hands, and even as she felt her friend come, could feel Imogen convulsing around her finger, she didn’t slow down. As soon as her friend orgasmed for a second time, Des slid her finger out. She ran her hands over Imogen’s clitoris, smiling as her friend bucked once again. 
 But Des knew that she needed to let Imogen take it all in, their relationship. Des rolled over till she lay with her arm over her friend and lover, and fell asleep, still feeling the softness of Imogen. 
 
 
 Publication Date: October 28th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-ygbab783114e625