When I was studying abroad in France, there was another American girl who was part of my program. We'll call her Hannah. We hit it off real well. She was way more outgoing than me but thanks to her socialization skills - we both met many people round campus.

One night we planned on meeting a few new friends at a bar. Hannah helped me come up with a fun outfit to wear - I also severely lacked fashion skills. As I came out of the bathroom to show her my outfit she came up to adjust my boobs in my shirt.

Oh. How so exhilarating. She ran her hands down my back and to the front, gliding her fingers on my bra strap. Then made sure the wire was underneath my breasts. She then cupped my boobs and said they look just right. I didn't want her to stop touching me. I wanted to ask her to double check. But was too nervous to. I wanted more.

As we walked to the bar, I kept thinking about her hands on my boobs, fingers gliding around my bra strap.

I needed it again.

We got to the bar, ordered a round and got drinking. It was nice chatting with our friends but I all I kept thinking about was her touching me.

After an hour or so, the booze started to kick in. Liquid courage.

As I was standing at a table with some friends, it suddenly dawned on me. Each time we would pass each other at uni, in the dorms, in class, we'd always run our hands down each other's back or around our waist. We always did this. But now, it got me thinking, what if there's more to it.

I figured I'd make more of a move next time we stood next to each other. And I did. She was chatting at a table. I went up to her to see if she wanted to order another drink. She said yes and that she'd get it with me. The place was crowded, so we grabbed each other's hand and squeezed our way to the bar. I made sure to squeeze a litter harder and she equally squeezed my hand back harder.

Once we had our beers, she asked if I wanted to go outside so she could smoke. We walked out, still holding hands, and found a small table at the end of the bar.

We sat down next to each other, talked a bit while she smoke until she suddenly put her hand on my thigh. This was it. I took her hand and slid it more up my inner thigh. Luckily, I was wearing a skirt because at this moment she reached up a bit higher and gracefully stroked her finger on my pussy. Oh how it started to throb. I was so wet.

I looked at her and at that moment she went in. She kissed me and gosh how soft were her lips. Such force she put onto my lips. She pulled away, and we both just sat there and smiled. Didn't say a word. We got up and went around the side of the bar. Fortunately there weren't too many people around us nor in this little alleyway. She pushed me up on the wall and grabbed my boobs. Yes. This was it.

She brought her hand again under my skirt. This time she felt my wetness as she pushed my underwear to the side. My juices dripping down onto her fingers.

She put one then two fingers in me. Fuxk it felt so nice. She kept rubbing my clit the shoving her fingers in me. Over and over. Until I came.

We made out several times the rest of that night. In that alleyway, the bar bathroom and while stumbling on our way home.

When we got back, both of us were exhausted so we undressed and crawled into bed. It was so nice and warm to have her body wrapped up around mine.