Today was just one of those Fridays. The kind that reminds you just how much you love getting home to your own little slice of heaven for the weekend. Where things are quiet, peaceful, clean, smell nice, and are far away from work and the incessant yammering of Zach's work shadow, Josh.

Josh. I shake my head. This idiot thinks he's a special gift to women everywhere, and much to Zach's embarrassment, loves telling me that I'm not really a lesbian, I just haven't had the right dick yet.

To be honest, I couldn't begin to try to put a label on my sexuality. Some might say I'm bisexual, which probably suits me best. But frankly, I'm just about the pleasure of it all. Fact is, I don't feel the need to explain myself to most people, and definitely not to someone like Josh. Although... I'd be lying if I said that it wouldn't be fun to see the look on his face if he were to find out about the things Zach and I have done all over that office!

Odin, my beautiful mastiff, greets me as I open the door, tail wagging, and drool everywhere. Like always! He's not quite 2 yet, but he is the best-behaved 150 lb pup you'll ever meet. He is my spoiled boy.

His best buddy is the cat though. Sardines.

Sardines, a ginger and cream tyrant, runs my neighborhood like a Mob Boss, and Odin, well, he handles her dirty work. I'd swear that on our last walk, she ran up to him, pointed to another cat, meowed, and he almost drug me down the street trying to get the other cat! I'll never know what the little guy was guilty of, but he likely won't do it again!

Greeting Odin is a process. He's patient enough to let me set everything down first, but then insists on getting his love. I've been gone forever after all, and it's time for his pets and attention. Sardines is there too obviously, circling us both, and making sure she gets her cut of the love and affection.

It's while loving on these two monsters that I see the invite for Leah's party tonight that I'd put on the fridge.

I'm thankful that I had grabbed the crystal wine decanter set that she commented on at the antique store in Old Town last month. Our group of friends had met for dinner at one of the newer restaurants that had popped up down there recently, and while walking to one of the bars afterwards, she'd grabbed me by my hand and ran us in to the store giggling. She had fallen in love with it immediately and was giddy with excitement over the antique look of it with its red glass and dark pewter holders in the shape of dragon claws on the bottom of each piece. The set was wickedly gorgeous, and she was absolutely adorable in her excitement over it!

This was perfect! I'm rather awful at giving thoughtful gifts to my friends. So this was ideal!

"I can't believe I almost forgot about this party." I laugh at myself. Leah is my current crush. Her bubbly personality brings me joy. Plain and simple. She's adventurous and a blast to be around.

We're opposite in looks. She's taller than me, with long red hair, blue eyes, and flawless alabaster skin. Whereas, I'm a bit shorter with much darker hair that is only just passed my shoulders in length.

It's that soft, pale skin that I'm daydreaming about in the shower a few minutes later.

Soapy and wet, and running my hands slowly over my own body in the same way I would be if she were here, standing in front of me. Her slender back and beautiful ass pressed against my chest and stomach.

I can picture her wet, dark auburn hair, slick down the center of her back, and visualize sliding my hands down her sides slowly before gliding them to her narrow waist. Her beautiful round ass pushes back in to me and she lets out a soft moan as I glide my hands up to her breasts, circling her pretty, bright-pink nipples with my palms before softly pinching them in to taught peaks with my fingertips.

Using my body as a template, I've made my own nipples so stiff and tight they ache to be sucked. I lift first one and then the other to my mouth, twirling my tongue around each peak before sucking each one. Hard. My body's response is beautiful. I can feel the desire within tugging on my sex like there's a cord from my nipples directly to my clit, flaming that fire.

In my mind I've reached down to touch Leah's beautiful pussy. There's a soft tuft of that red hair there that she purposefully leaves unshaved, and I'm slowly running my fingers through that tiny bit of hair, while caressing her swelling lips through it. I can feel the cream from her when I move my fingers to her clit and bury my face in to the back of her neck and softly bite her perfect skin.

My own clit is throbbing in response to my touch, just as I am imagining hers to be.

Her whole body is vibrating into mine as I push my fingers in to her.

My body is pulsing. My fingers are inside me and I'm ramming myself hard. My hips driving me forward, almost putting me on my knees.

She tightens her pussy around my eager fingers as I trust them in to her faster and faster until she cums all over my hand and down our legs.

I'm gushing. Squirting over and over on my own hand. My pussy thudding with such intensity. Gripping, pulsing, throbbing... Fuck.

It's a moment before I'm able to catch my breath and move back under the water.

I give myself a moment in the cool water to relish in my fantasy and my orgasm before finishing up and getting ready for tonight.