Keep up the pressure.

I was hoping that Isabella would finally crack under the pressure. She was a little bit intoxicated from all the **** that was flowing around the suite and was having such a great time. Her hands, lips and eyes were all over me, basically fucking me with desire. Yes, me, that perfect human being that was on my very own bachelorette party!

My hands wrap around the back of her skull, pulling behind her head, forcing her deep into a kiss. As my wet tongue dances with her own and our heads embrace one another, kissing each other longingly, enjoying the company and doing what we've done many times before back in our college days.

My fingers move around her waistband, toying her stomach, her abs and her hipbone, doing what I can to seduce my glorious friend and bringing the tips of my fingers closer and closer to her delicate region. At that point I assumed if I could start to toy with her pleasure point that she would finally break and allow me full access to her most prized possession.

Moments later that her fingers snake into my own, pulling my hand up away from her elastic skirt waistband and interlocking them in hers, forcing my fingers away from her lower region. I figure at this point she knew what was going on and was going to lead my intentions away, making it clear that she was only going to kiss, touch and dance with me.

It was only three seconds later that she broke the embrace, inching her head back and all the while her eyes look at me with what I thought was desire. "Brooke..." she whispers.

I could only pant as I look into her, slightly saddened as I thought maybe this would go farther. "Hi..." my tongue parts between my lips as I wet them with desire. I was trying to make myself as intoxicating as I can for my gorgeous friend to appease her.

"Not tonight." she continues her gaze into me.

With a slight groan of disapproval I eventually fake out a smile. I suppose part of me didn't expect Isabella to give into lust because as I've said, I've never seen her do anything with a women besides what we just did. Truthfully in the heat of the moment I was hoping she would let loose, "I understand." my lips curl up as I smile at her, "was fun." I'm completely sincere as I gaze into her stare with a sparkle in my eyes, doing my best to be as seductive as possible. "Thanks, Isabella!" I gently curl my lower lip in and give it a soft bite between my teeth. The entire time I stare at my best friend, "It's been fun..." I purr those words.

Shortly after, I lean in and give her one final kiss. As I do my tongue pokes through her lips briefly to peck her own tongue again, "Maybe tomorrow?" I release my embrace with her mouth and back up with a wink.

She gives me a naughty grin "Brooke, Brooke, Brooke..." she shakes her head. "I don't..." she starts before she hesitates for a few seconds. It was then that I noticed a certain sparkle of desire within her eyes. Still, she told me I wasn't going to go any further with her tonight and because of that I was a little disappointed. Although now though, after a few drinks and having such a fun time dancing and swaying my hips with this gorgeous vixen, I wanted more. Much much more!

If Isabella would help me get that release my body was now craving that would be amazing. All I wanted was a few fingers, a pair of lips, a warm touch...

If she told me no again then I would respect her opinion and back off her, there's no way I would risk my friendship with her just to have an orgasm... Plus, I still had a whole week here in Vegas to do whatever I could to enjoy my time with her.

Rocking back and forth against her warm body, the skin of our legs touching each other over and over again as we continue our dance from the hip-hop song blasting through the speakers. It wasn't long before I needed more of her as my body was gushing with arousal and my brain was pulsing pleasure sensors, I really wanted something more, no, I needed something more.

My left hand continues to caress the back of Isabella's neck and it wasn't long before my nipples were rock hard, my quim was gushing with a warm river of moisture and my desire to get that release was spiking.

I've had bisexual encounters before... mainly with Megan but there was something about Isabella. Something about this perfect little goddess who is so thoughtful, caring, sexy and mysterious. She felt so unattainable as she told me over and over again she would never go any further.

Isabella... she's definitely a challenge I want to conquer...

"Brooke," she leans forward, giving me another wet kiss on the side of my cheek. At the same time her delicate fingertips brush along the side of my face, inching up above my ear and pushing my blonde hair behind the tip of it, "You're beautiful, you really are it's.." she holds her stance as her eyes look down towards the ground. "I..." she begins before she hesitates and pivots in her step.

Leaning forward again I place my lips onto her own, silencing her once more. I felt kind of bad doing this to my gorgeous European friend but as I contemplate the situation and think about her, thinking about that moment of hesitation she had. It was like, I knew she wanted more but she didn't want to admit it. Isabella was turned on, Isabella would love to continue this, Isabella wants me.

The only issue at hand is should I press this state and try to get what I want or tease her some more or instead either go pass out or enjoy the party elsewhere?