"Fuck," Rita murmured to herself, unable to tear her gaze from her reflection. She wasn't used to being so bold with her appearance, but something inside of her had been shifting lately.

Rita took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to occur. A light knock sounded and the door to her minimalist apartment swung open. Sarah stood framed in the doorway, a disheveled mess of makeup and blonde curls.

"Hey, bitch," she said with a grin. "I'm trashed..." She paused as she looked at a patrol car parked in front of the building. "I mean, could you tell the polite officer out there that you know me and will take me in until I sober up?" She raised an eyebrow and looked at her best friend, Rita, with a grin.

Rita sighed heavily, "Seriously, Sarah? You know I can't risk getting into any more trouble."

Sarah pouted her lips and made her puppy-dog eyes, one of her signature moves that never failed to get her what she wanted. "Come onnn, Rita. I promise I'll make it worth your while!"

Rita hesitated for a moment, knowing that giving in to Sarah's antics was always a slippery slope.

But as she peered into her best friend's blue, pleading eyes, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy.

"Alright, fine," Rita relented, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I'll let you crash at my place. But no funny business."

Sarah's grin grew even wider, and she let out a whoop of excitement. "Party, party, party!" Sarah chanted, as she stumbled into Rita's apartment and made her way unsteadily to the kitchen.

Rita looked down the hall to the building's double-glass doors, seeing an officer she recognized from around the neighborhood. She hesitated for a moment, but then sighed in defeat and went to the door. She explained the situation, and the officer looked at her with understanding and pity.

"Of course, Miss," he said. "No problem. I'll let the others know."

He nodded and walked back to his car as Rita watched, feeling a mix of frustration and relief. She knew that she had made the right decision, but it didn't make her feel any better about it.

Rita sighed and shut the door, locking it behind her, before walking back to the kitchen to find Sarah already rummaging through her fridge.

"What's good in here?" Sarah mumbled, shoving a carton of eggs and a half-eaten block of cheese back onto the shelf.

Rita grabbed a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, and two glasses, handing one to Sarah as she sat down at the table. "You look like you need it," she muttered, pouring generously before taking a long sip.

Sarah's grin turned wicked as she plopped onto a kitchen table chair, eyeing Rita's tighter-than-usual clothing then realizing the brand of every piece of her outfit, "Damn girl, marry that bitch, why don't ya?" Sarah winked and lifted her glass to Rita, taking a long sip.

Rita rolled her eyes and shook her head, "I don't even think she swings that way."

Sarah burst into laughter, "That's disappointing." she said dramatically, as if deeply hurt. After composing herself a little, she continued, "Don't worry, Rita. I'm always here for ya," she slurred the words a bit, as she watched Rita smiling softly. "Even when you're being a prude."

Rita's cheeks burned, "I am not a prude!"

"Aren't you?" Sarah countered, her swaying body leaning closer to Rita. "You never bring anyone back here, never go out. You're always so serious and stuck-up."

Rita's eyes narrowed, "I am not!"

"Are too!" Sarah grinned and leaned closer still, her lips brushing against Rita's cheek as she whispered, "What's the matter, Rita? You scared to let loose and have a little fun?"

Rita's heart pounded in her chest as Sarah's words echoed in her ears. She knew that her friend was only teasing, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was some truth to Sarah's words.

"I'm not scared," Rita said, her voice barely above a whisper as she awkwardly started to pull off Sarah's thigh-high boots. "I just... I don't know how."

Sarah's grin turned soft, "Well, you know what they say," she began, Rita's fingers fumbling with the straps. "Practice makes perfect." Her eyes half closed as Sarah started to lose consciousness.

Rita's cheeks burned as she felt her friend's breath against her neck. She pulled Sarah's boots off, tossing them aside as she leaned back in her chair, away from Sarah's warm presence.

Light snoring began, and Rita couldn't help but look at Sarah. She had never seen her friend so vulnerable before, and the intimacy of the moment made her blush.

Her mind wandered to dark places as she remembered Sarah's words. How long had it been since she had let loose and had some fun? Far too long, if she was being honest with herself.

She looked down at her own body, still clad in the tight Leggings and Bralette. It certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. That was the point though, right? Clothes that make a woman feel sexy, powerful, confident? And Rita had to admit, they did make her feel all those things. She could feel her nipples pebbling beneath the fabric. The design and stitching of the crotch highlighted and squeezed her now swollen vulva in a way she never knew was so arousing.

Rita looked at her friend again, realizing that Sarah might sleep the whole night in her drunken stupor, and she found herself suddenly restless.

The quiet was broken by a chirp emanating from the laptop in her bedroom. Rita realized that she was still on the animated attachment from the mysterious sender on social media. Therefore, it's quite possible the notification was sent from them again. With a mixture of curiosity and anxiety, Rita tiptoed to her bedroom.

The room was dark, but Rita knew where to find the light switch. She swallowed hard at the thought of what she was about to see. As the room brightened, she could see that the message on her laptop screen was indeed from the same sender, containing another animated gift. This one took her breath, as it was a woman being licked and fingered by another woman. At the end of each loop the caption read, "Practice makes perfect," the same words Sarah had whispered to her earlier.

Rita's heart raced as she watched the woman's fingers plunge in and out of the other's wet slit, only to be replaced by a slick tongue that swirled around the clit. Rita closed her eyes, hoping to retain the image, which she did. In her mind, the loop was perfect, showing her exactly what she needed to do. All she needed was someone to practice on, to burn the technique into muscle memory.

Suddenly, an idea crossed her mind. Sarah. Her best friend had passed out in the kitchen, not three feet away from where she stood. It was a daring and risky idea, but she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in her chest begging for her to act on it.

She tiptoed, trying not to make a sound as she kneeled in front of Sarah, gently pushing on the inside of both knees to open them up. Sarah mumbled in her sleep but did not wake up. Rita looked at her like a lioness staring at its prey, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Gingerly, she placed her hands on Sarah's thighs, her fingertips tracing slowly upward until they met the hem of the dress. She mustered up all her courage and pulled the dress up and over Sarah's hips, revealing her bare sex, neatly trimmed, glistening with arousal.

"No underwear," Rita gasped into her hand.

"Mmm, in my purse," Sarah murmured, her head lolling to the side as she slept, "I came ready to par-tay, buddy boy.... Hey, where are you going? A bunch of fucking teases in the club tonight. Fuck all you soy boys then! I'll go grab my girl, Rita. She... loves... me..." Sarah mumbled in her sleep, oblivious to the fact that Rita had just exposed her most intimate place.

Rita's heart raced in her chest as she stared at her friend's glistening slit. It was soaked with arousal, and Rita could feel herself getting wetter by the second as she looked at it. She could almost taste Sarah's juices on her tongue, making her mouth water.

Rita bit her bottom lip, hesitating on whether she should continue or not. She swallowed hard and leaned closer to Sarah's sex, gently blowing on it to see how she would react.

Sarah stirred, but didn't wake up, so Rita took it as a sign to continue. She stuck out her tongue and licked Sarah's slit from bottom to top, savoring the taste of her friend's arousal. Sarah moaned softly in her sleep, her hips bucking slightly as Rita's tongue explored her folds.

Rita felt a surge of excitement run through her body as she realized that her friend was enjoying this, despite being asleep.

She continued gently licking Sarah's slit, tracing her tongue around her clit and feeling it swell beneath her touch. Sarah moaned louder, pushing herself into Rita's face as she licked and sucked at her wetness.

With newfound confidence, Rita plunged her fingers into Sarah's wet slit, feeling the walls of her sex tighten around her fingers. Whenever there was hesitation, Rita simply closed her eyes and the technique played in her mind's eye. She focused on the animation, on the movement of the fingers, on the flick of the tongue.

Sarah's moans grew louder, her hips bucking wildly as Rita's fingers moved deeper inside of her. Rita's other hand found Sarah's swollen clit, pressing down on it with a surprising amount of skill.

"Oh, fuck," Sarah moaned, her grip tightening on the table as Rita continued to work her magic.

Rita closed her eyes again, but this time both anonymous women turned into Kim Kardashian, and that made Rita's center throb even more. The image of Kim licking Kim's pussy made her moan with excitement as she pumped her fingers in and out of Sarah. Her own clit pulsed and throbbed as she matched the rhythm of her thrusts with gentle strokes of the fingers on her clit.

Rita's heart pounded in her ears as she felt Sarah's orgasm building, and she couldn't help but imagine that it was hers that she was pushing closer to. She was getting lost in the erotic fantasy created by her mind and the animations that turned her on. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have Sarah's tongue trailing and swirling around her swollen clit just as Rita was doing to her now.

Sarah stirred, and as she saw Rita, she climaxed hard, the intensity of her orgasm taking over her body as Rita fingers went deeper, faster and harder, while Rita's mouth never released Sarah's clit. Again and again, she orgasmed, the table beneath her shaking with the spasms of pleasure that tore through her whole body.

A golden flow sprayed from Sarah's mound, a glittering fluid like liquid honey that dripped down Rita's chin, running down her neck and soaking her SKIMS Onyx Soft Smoothing Seamless Leggings and Bralette like a golden syrup. As she closed her eyes to protect them from the spray, the image updated with a technique of how to catch that honey flow and swallow it. Rita followed the animation's direction but never stopped pumping Sarah's core with her fingers as Sarah squirmed and twisted from her pleasure.

Rita's heartbeat echoed as the room began to blur from the ecstasy that dripped down her throat, salty and musky with an undertone of femininity. Sarah tried to stand up, in an odd panic, but Rita's grip held her down.

"What the fuck, Rita?" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise and something else Rita couldn't quite place. However, within seconds, she recognized the glazed, orgasmic look that Sarah's face now bore.

Rita's mouth opened in shock, and her fingers twitched, bringing Sarah's gaze down to where Rita's fingers were buried deep inside her friend's sex. Sarah's legs trembled, her bare feet sliding against the laminate floor, as she braced herself against the table.

"Rita," Sarah whispered, eyes flicking back up to meet hers, a curious mix of horror and excitement in her gaze. Her hand slid down from the table to cover Rita's where it worked magic on her G-spot.

"You made me... Nobody has ever made me..." Sarah trailed off, still in shock at what had just transpired between them.

Rita's heart raced as she looked at her best friend, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter. She could still taste Sarah's juices on her tongue, could still feel the throbbing of her own clit as she remembered the animation she had watched.

"I have the cheat code, Sarah," Rita murmured, with a flurry that once again mimicked the animated gif she had seen.

Sarah's hips still trembled and jerked as she watched Rita, her mouth open in shock and awe. Rita's name left her lips in a moan, her hand squeezing around Rita's where it pushed, pulled, and massaged.

"Fuck, I have to get out of here," Sarah looked around wildly, "Rita, baby, you're great, but I gotta go!" She said, trying to pull away from Rita's grip, but Rita's grip tightened on her friend's hips. In Sarah's drunken weakness, her shapely bottom plopped back down onto the chair, causing her eyes to widen and her body to tremble. " Fuck, Rita," Sarah stammered, her breath hitching in her throat as Rita's fingers curled inside of her.

"Please, Sarah, you are way too drunk to get away," Rita murmured softly, her own body trembling with desire as she looked at her best friend. "And I'm an insomniac." she said with a mischievous grin as she started another flurry of movements on Sarah's G-spot, turning her into a squirming mess.

"Rita, seriously, I can't... I'm too drunk," Sarah pleaded, but her words were cut off by a moan as Rita's fingers picked up the pace.

Sarah's head lolled back, and her eyes half-closed as she allowed her body to be swept up in the waves of pleasure that Rita was creating.

"Fuck, Rita," Sarah whimpered, her hips bucking wildly as another orgasm ripped through her body. "You feel so fucking good."

Rita's heart swelled with pride as she looked at her best friend, her body trembling with pleasure. She never knew that she had it in her to make someone feel this good, and the realization that she had the power to bring someone such intense pleasure was overwhelming.

Sarah once again fainted, her body going limp as she lay slumped back in the chair, breathing heavily.

Rita paused, and then remembering how she didn't perform the technique perfectly in this one aspect, hungrily went back in again, her fingers curling inside of Sarah, the tips rubbing and stroking the aching, throbbing walls of her sex.

Sarah's eyes flew open, staring at Rita's face as she gasped in pleasure.

"Oh my god, Rita, that's... that's so fucking..." Sarah trailed off into an incoherent moan as another orgasm tore through her body.

Rita smiled, feeling powerful and confident, ready to go all night.