She checks out the serious-looking Indian woman.

As she gazes across the slowly-emptying room, the dwindling crowd happens to part in front of Anna to reveal a young woman sitting alone. Taking this sudden revelation as a sign, Anna crosses the floor in a few confident strides; somehow she's got a good feeling about this...

As she gets closer the feeling only gets better - sitting straightbacked on the couch, sipping from a classic 'Jazz Solo' cup, is a very attractive Indian woman. Anna looks her up and down in a less-than-subtle fashion - black jeans and ox-blood Doc Martens, flannel jacket unbuttoned over a cornflower-blue undershirt. A neat row of enamel badges sit pinned across her breast pocket, and a streak of bright purple enlivens shoulder-length black hair.

'See something you like?' she asks sharply, the faintest trace of a smile belying her stern expression. Anna tries to look embarrassed in the most adorable way possible.

‘I was just, admiring your badges?’

'Is that so?' She doesn't sound entirely convinced. 'Well, take a good look then I guess...'

Anna sits on the smallish couch besides her new friend, right next to her in fact, since she was sitting in the middle and makes no attempt to shuffle over. She gives the three badges a closer inspection - a sort of geometrical shape made up of triangles, with '20' in the centre, a heart filled with black-and-white zigzags, like TV static, and a gold circle containing a pair of interlocked Venus symbols.

It's that last one she taps on with a short, violet-painted nail, tilting her head quizzically to look Anna straight in the eye. The murmur of the dwindling party underlines a moment of silence.

'Um, hi! I'm Anna.'

'Is that right.' Another pause, that smile lurking just beneath the surface. 'I'm Anvi.'

‘Hello, Anvi!’

'Hello, Anna.' They shake hands, a little awkwardly due to their close proximity. There's another pause, and more eye contact. 'Can I kiss you?'

'Um, yes?'

'Thank you.' She leans in and kisses Anna on the mouth with surprising softness, the two exchanging gentle kisses as the party winds down around them. Pulling away, she lightly wipes a trace of drool from Anna's lips with her fingertip.

Anna sits back a little and smiles. ‘Damn, straight to the point!’

'Never was much good at small talk.' Anri leans back and stretches her legs in a fetchingly feline manner. “Want to come back to my place?”

'Well...' Anna bites her lip and thinks about it. She doesn't have to think very long. 'Sure!'

At last that smile surfaces fully. 'Excellent.'

They take a quick trip round the now mostly-empty room, making their goodbyes; then after a brisk walk through chilly streets, and three flights of stairs, Anna and Anvi find themselves in the latter's apartment. They take off their shoes and place them neatly by the door.

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It's something of a contrast with the last place, scrupulously tidy with minimalist furniture, bookshelves filled with carefully ordered volumes dominating the walls. And also it isn't littered with crumpled cups, empty bottles, and misplaced boyfriends. Anna lingers a moment to examine the assortment of colourful badges lined up on a shelf, before hurrying after her new friend.

As she enters the bedroom, Anvi is already undressing, folding her clothes and placing them carefully on a chair in the corner. Anna follows suit and turns to see Anvi standing before her, naked and lovely. There's an expression of earnest fascination on her face as she looks Anna up-and-down, and a twinkle on her breast as light glints on a silver piercing. She blinks, then turns round and bends to open a drawer, sliding it all the way out of the cabinet. Anna takes a good look at her nicely round backside, then steps forward and peers over her shoulder.

Anvi shifts to the side so Anna can get a proper look, skin brushing casually against skin as she sidles up. Anna's eyes widen as she takes in the contents of the velvet-lined drawer - an array of dildos, vibrators, plugs, beads, all in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colours.

'That's- that's quite some toybox!' exclaims Anna, sounding genuinely impressed. 'But, um, do you really need-' she gestures questioningly at the fleshlight sitting in a corner.

'Oh, you know what it's like when you start collecting things,' Anvi explains with a shrug. 'Anyway,' -quietly to herself- 'where to start...'

Anna hops up onto the bed and lies back, head on the perfectly-plumped pillows, legs spread with casual wantonness. She can't tell if Anvi is deliberately taking her time to build anticipation or genuinely trying to decide what to play with. After what feels like forever, but was actually maybe two minutes tops, Anvi climbs onto the bed and places her selections carefully to one side.

'You can't rush these things!' scolds Anvi, kneeling between Anna's spread legs and reaching for a slim, pale-blue dildo. She kisses the tip with an audible *mwah*, then without further ado places it against Anna's needy pussy.

‘I didn’t say a- ooohh’ Anna sighs with a mix of pleasure and relief, the plastic cock sliding easily into her oh-so-wet snatch. Anvi fucks her with perfectly judged strokes, twisting it with each deep thrust, unwittingly poking her tongue out the corner of her mouth in concentration. Anna reaches up lazily to fondle Anvi's breast, her fingers find the piercing and she pulls it gently. Anvi rewards her with a smile, so Anna does it again, just a little harder – this time she gets a soft moan.

Anna's pleasure is briefly interrupted as Anvi withdraws the dildo and plunges it into herself, giving her cunt a few good thrusts before picking up another toy. This one is bright-pink and noticeably girthier - still, it's right up in Anna in moments, making her gasp and squirm as it fills her pleasingly. Anvi grabs Anna's hand and places it on the blue cock - she gets the idea and takes over, each of them fucking the other in unison, matching the rhythm of their thrusts.

Several delicious minutes of synchronised pussy-pleasing later, Anvi lets go of the pink plastic prick, leaving it most of the way inside - Anna pulls the blue one all the way out, brings it to her mouth so she can taste her lover. She licks at it like a popsicle as Anvi changes position on the bed, reaches over for the last of her toys - a lime-green double-dildo, thick and long.

Then the toy filling Anna's snatch is gone, a moment of emptiness, then its replacement is pushing in. Anvi works it in good with a few hard pumps, then positions the opposite end against her own cunt and pulls it in.

The pair begin to fuck against the dildo, pushing their hungry cunts onto it as they simultaneously push it into the other. It's kind of awkward, and not nearly as controlled as their earlier fucking - but they don't seem to mind, moaning like sluts as they fight to get as much of that big toy as possible inside someone. Even Anvi is visibly less composed, sweat beading on her face as she scissors against Anna, bucking her hips onto the lengthy fuckstick connecting them.

Then with one last grind, it disappears from view as Anna and Anvi are pussy-to-pussy, its full length within their hot horny bodies. And not a moment too soon, because as Anvi grins in triumph Anna starts to orgasm. Hard. She cries out in ecstasy, practically screaming as her pussy cums against Anvi’s, pleasure exploding through her hot body. She flails her arm towards the beautiful woman above her, drags her hand across soft, sweaty skin, finds that shining bar of silver and twists. That does it.

Anvi cums, just as hot and just as hard. Anna gazes up at her, watching gleefully as at long last she loses all poise and self-control, eyes are closed as she cries out wordlessly, that pretty face contorted in ecstasy as she orgasms wildly.

Eventually the waves of pleasure washing over them subside, the dildo is freed and tossed to one side, Anvi slumps onto the bed. Anna takes in the look of utter relaxation on her face, kisses her gently on the lips, then turns to gaze happily at the ceiling as the two of them lie there in the afterglow.