Emily's welcome

We kissed for what seemed like an age – I ran my hands over her body, tracing the line of her also stiffening clitty under her skirt and then I froze. There was definitely somebody in the kitchen!

‘erm. Is anyone else here?’ I whispered, she looked at me, a small smile on the corner of her mouth, ‘well….’

The gap seemed like an eternity

‘You know you said you’d like me to introduce you to other gurls like us?’ – ‘Yes, but…’. I stammered, thinking that she only meant – online meetups.

‘Well – as I’m only here for a short time, and we wanted to welcome Emily into the world, I thought it would be better for us to save some time and get the gurls together’. My eyes were as wide as soup bowls, my mouth dry. Who were these gurls, what would they think of me, would I fit in, what was going to happen?

It was clear that our conversation had been clearly overheard, as, while I was contemplating what to say, the kitchen door swung open and out spilled 5 gurls, all very giggly, beautifully dressed – mostly like me with heels clattering on the floor.

‘Hi Emily’ they called out in near unison – and approached for welcome kisses. My anxiety left me straight away – my darling had arranged a welcoming party for me. I recognised two of the gurls from online chatting – and they looked even better in person. I could also see from their lipstick that there had been some kissing going on before they came out of the kitchen.

We all settled into normal party chitchat – talking about life, shopping, things we’d seen and when they heard about our club night, they squealed with delight.

The party continued in this way for a couple of hours, hands casually resting on each other as we talked, brushing against each other’s clittys casually – fake accidentally, I was naturally chatting to my hostess – the naughty gurl who had arranged this party, and we soon found ourselves loosened by conversation and drinks in a passionate embrace – we hungrily kissed each other and again our hands searched up and down each other’s thighs – desperate to taste each other.