Friendly drinking

I settled onto Mia’s couch with a glass of water at first, kicking off my shoes and pulling my legs up under me. She was already scrolling through her phone, cheeks flushed as she showed me the texts from this new guy—let’s call him Jake. “Okay, but look at this one,” she said, handing it over. “He said I have ‘captivating energy.’ Is that code for he wants to fuck or is he actually sweet?”

I grinned and spent the next half hour tearing into it, teasing her mercilessly. “Babe, ‘captivating energy’ is dude-speak for ‘I jerked off thinking about you last night.’ But okay, he’s consistent with the replies. That’s rare. Still, make him wait at least two days before you send anything spicy. Make him earn it.” I roasted his profile pics, his lame attempts at flirting, and even suggested she reply with something borderline dirty just to watch him squirm. Mia laughed and swatted my arm, but she was eating it up, asking for more advice and blushing every time I called her out for overthinking.

Eventually I needed a break. “Gonna pee real quick, be back soon” I told her, heading to her bathroom. Once the door was locked, I pulled my tank top down and my jeans open, positioning my phone for a quick nude selfie in the mirror; tits fully out, one hand cupping one of them, jeans shoved low enough to show the top of my smooth pussy. The lighting was decent, my nipples still a little puffy from earlier.

I snapped it, typed a quick message to Devon from the bus: “Missed these already? ” and hit send before I could overthink it. I fixed my clothes, washed my hands, and went back out like nothing happened, a fresh rush of heat between my legs.

Mia had cracked open a bottle of wine while I was gone. “Figured we needed this” she said, pouring two generous glasses. We clinked and started drinking properly, sweet white wine that went down way too easy. One glass turned into two, then three. The conversation got looser, gigglier.

“You’re such a slut, you know that?” Mia teased, poking my thigh. “Flashing your tits on the bus? On the way here. Who even does that?”

I laughed, leaning closer to her on the couch so our shoulders touched. “Only when the guy’s hot enough. Devon looked like he could ruin me in the best way. You should’ve seen his face.” The alcohol was warming me up, making everything feel softer and more electric. I let my hand rest on her knee, squeezing lightly. “Besides, you’re one to talk. Bet you’re imagining Jake doing all sorts of things to you right now.”

Mia bit her lip, eyes dropping to my chest for a second. The flirty tension crept in naturally, the way it sometimes did when we drank. She shifted closer, her voice dropping. “Maybe. But you’re the one who actually does it. God, I wish I had your confidence. You just… take what you want.” Her fingers brushed my arm, lingering. “It’s kinda hot.”

I turned toward her, our faces closer than normal, the wine making me bold. “You could too, you know. With me sitting right here.” I smirked, letting my gaze flick to her lips and back up. My hand slid a little higher on her thigh, innocent but not really. “Tell me more about what you want him to do to you. Or… maybe I can give you some hands on practice on how to flirt back.”

Mia giggled, a little breathless, her cheeks pink. She didn’t pull away. “You’re terrible. But keep talking. This is better advice than I expected.”

The air between us felt charged now: warm, tipsy, and just a little dangerous. I took another sip, wondering how far this little flirtation would go tonight, my phone buzzing once in my pocket with what I hoped was a reply from Devon.