Please continue from the prompt as it's written below. PMs only. Please add in some detail and a little bit of background, show me your writing skill! And just as a rule of thumb, if the first message is not at least half the length of the opener below, it's likely too short.

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It's three hours before we're due to go out and hit the New Years party down at the local bar and club district in town. We're due to meet a couple of guys you've gotten us both hooked up with on tinder. Nobody could exactly resist a really sexually forward, chavvy and outspoken girl. When you wanted sex, the guy you wanted it with fucking knew it, and you weren't one to take no for an answer until you were ripping his pants open in a nearby alley if you really wanted. I was exactly the same. We were loud. We were obnoxious. We were bitches to other girls, and we took their boyfriends if it meant we could get a good fuck later, and we didn't care who we had to do it to.

But we're also both aggressively straight.

Right now, we're both getting ready for the party. In the small, square kitchen at your apartment, I was sat up on the kitchen counter behind you (with the kitchen in a U-Shaped configuration). I had not bothered to change yet, and was sat, my slightly larger frame perched on the countertop. I had tight black leggings on, and a pair of leather, rounded toe, worn out flats on the my feet from the short walk here, and a really baggy black vest top, covering my D cup breasts, the purple bra I had on underneath, and my slightly larger stomach. My arms were a bit heavier built, with a few flower and petal tattoos down my left arm, a glass of Prosecco in hand. My face had no makeup on yet, a few blemishes over the small, rounded face. I had a strong, resting bitch face and a pair of piercing green eyes for glaring the girls at the club down if they wanted to grab the boy I wanted. My long, black hair was a bit of a mess, and was in need of the grooming I had planned to do before we leave later.

"You got Johnny and Alex comin', yeah? I could use a proper good shag babes." I drawlingly ask you, picking up my champagne flute for a quick sip of it.

"Yeah, you and me both. I got dibs on Alex though, he's fuckin' fit." You reply equally as drawly, your hands working on the plastic chopping board, hacking up a few of those carrots for dinner.

In honesty, it had been three months by now since I've found myself wrapped around a man, and throwing one around in my (or your) bed. It only takes a week for my fierce sex drive to start making me go crazy for a fuck, and three months was practically warping my mind. So much so, that I find myself looking up and down your body from behind. That curvy ass through the leggings, the pedicured feet in those pink sliders on them. The shape of you... I had never so much as wanted to even see another girl getting with someone, but three months of lack of sex was starting to make me think a woman could provide me with some kind of thrill. And here you were, right in front of me. I mean, we'd playfully flirted before, and pretended to be lesbians for creepers, would it be so difficult to do it for real?

I edge myself slowly off the counter, and move quietly behind you, placing a hand on your hip."Come on, knock it off, mate, I'm gonna chop me fuckin' hand off." You loudly laugh as I edge closer, and then... you feel it. A sharp kiss you neck, immediately making you jump, turning my way sharply, pushing me. "What the fuck are you doing?" You angrily ask me, your heart on edge. But even you can't deny that touch on your neck was quite hot.

"Don't be like that, babes." I reply, and this time try to kiss you, my lips barely landing against yours as you shove me by the waist viciously, making me stagger and slam against the opposite counter, the slam only making me even hornier as I imagine it was a man who had pushed me up against a wall.

"Do NOT fucking kiss me again. I ain't a fuckin' lesbian." You spit angrily at me, the aggression also only making me hornier, and hornier by the moment. "Babes, we don't need a man to get wet, c'mon." I reply harshly, coming closer to you again. "You want a shag, I want a shag, why can't we just get it off each other? c'mon mate." My drawly voice was higher. Hornier, seductive. Can I crack that straight exterior?