Their drinks went down easily and Catherine ordered a second and a third round. Their moving and grinding was turning her on and she did not fail to notice the firm evidence of Seb's arousal pressed against her stomach. Inside Seb's apartment, Emily quietly took in the living room while Seb was in the kitchen. Leaning over to her, he cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her. She eased herself up off the couch, their mouths still connected.Seb knelt on the floor and took her hips in his hands.He dragged her to the edge of the bed, licked his lips, and pressed his mouth against her smooth, waxed cunt.She moaned at his touch, and his mouth clamped down on hers hungrily."You're fucking gorgeous," he whispered as he broke their kiss and slid his way down the mattress. She glanced at his large hands and imagined them on her, unzipping her dress. He had a serious, authoritarian look about him, and Emily found him difficult to read. Shaun and I are colleagues." Emily glanced over to where he was pointing. Seb's eyes roamed over her body and he let out a short, sharp breath. Bodies buzzed all around them and Emily began to sway to the music. "Quite the milestone." "Thank you," she said smiling, and took a sip of her drink. Her eyes cascaded over his handsome face and stubble jaw, to his broad shoulders, and firm, sculpted biceps being hugged by a slim fit shirt, rolled at the cuffs. He pointed towards the pool table, "A bunch of us are catching up tonight. "I'll admit it's been a while." Emily slid out from the booth, stood up and straightened her skirt. He stood a foot taller than her, even with her heels on, and she led him through the throng of people to the dance floor. They were in the centre of the floor, dominating the spotlight. They were best friends, polar opposites, and they balanced each other out amazingly. Alright, well, you get back to..." she gestured awkwardly at Emily, "... I'm heading out to meet up with a colleague." They ended their call and Emily looked down at her feet. He had said it drew "too much attention" to her so she had pushed it to the back of the closet with the other outfits he hadn't approved of. She unzipped the strapless dress and stepped in to it. "No wonder Doug didn't like you wearing that thing! They sat in a booth against the wall of an energetic, busy bar. She withdrew her hand quickly and took hold of her cocktail glass. " He thrust his hand over his dark, short cropped hair and laughed, unimpressed at his tactless use of the cliche. Seb's hands looped around her waist, holding her flush against his body. His half limp dick trying to enter her had been the final straw. She pushed aside a handful of laden hangers and pulled out a red dress. It had been her favourite dress for so long, but Doug hadn't liked her wearing it. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, unclasped her bra, and shimmied out of her jeans. She held them up stretched between her two index fingers. - "Cheers," they said, clinking their cocktail classes together. At the touch, Emily felt a burning rush of heat between her legs. As the beat increased, Emily threaded her arms around his neck and swayed against him. "I really like him," Catherine admitted, pulling back and looking at Emily seriously. She vividly remembered the adolescent-like groping and how he'd tried to finger her while she was still dry.She felt the prickly sensation of fingertips on her skin as he traced his fingers up her thigh to her pussy.He cupped her mound in his hand, and pressed his index finger along her lace covered slit.