So with that background, I’ll say that in my fantasy, I’m the seductress in the relationship, but I’ll let Ash think that she’s in control, that she’s the one that’s "taking" me.  If only she knew…  

We go out dancing with friends, Aiden and Glen (did I mention they’re a couple now?  Turns out that all of Glen’s torture of the barbie dolls in childhood was just some elaborate foreplay, a child’s way of letting Aid know that he was interested) entwined happily on the dance floor, the rest of us just chillin’ in the corner with our non-alcoholic beverages.  I’m wearing this smokin’ hot outfit designed to make Ashley take notice and perhaps elicit a bit of drool.  My skirt’s so tight and short that whenever I bend over or "accidentally" drop anything within Ash’s line of vision, it rides up enough to give her a clear view of my ass and my baby blue thong underwear, part of a set that matches my clear aqua eyes.  My top is similarly "barely there", showing enough skin to tease, but not enough to be completely slutty.  Kind of hot but not tasteless.  I notice Ashley (who’s also looking hot in jeans and a t-shirt, her curly hair down around her shoulders), straining her neck to try to get a peek at my cleavage, which I’ve taken care to make very obvious to her in the baby blue push-up I bought last week at Victoria’s Secret (I must say, gay men are great to go shopping with…thank you Aiden!).     

I lean over to whisper in my most sexy tone "wanna dance?" into the shell of her delicate ear, extending my tounge slightly to make the briefest of contacts with her lobe as I exhale onto it.  I see her visibly shiver, and grasp my hand tightly, pulling me up out of the booth we’re currently occupying, and onto the dance floor.  I nod slightly to the DJ and my pre-requested song comes on, giving me the opportunity to gyrate my hips into Ashley’s, pulling her close enough to me that she can smell the perfume wafting from my pulse point.  Again, I let my girl think she’s in control, so I only smirk inwardly as I feel her move her hands down to grasp my waist and mold our bodies that much more into each other as we dance a very sexy tango to a hip-hop beat.  I lick my lips, hoping that she picks up on the non-verbal cue, and she lifts one hand from my waist to cup my cheek and bring my lips closer to hers as she places the perfect pads of her lips on mine and begins to move them against me, using her tounge to push into my hot, waiting mouth and entagle itself with my own muscular appendage.  I sigh into the kiss, using one of my hands to encourage Ashley’s to explore my torso further, silently asking her to tend to my aching nipples which by now must be straining against the thin fabric of my bra and top.  She gets the message and runs the pads of the fingertips of her right hand (the left is still cupping my cheek as we kiss) over the very bottom of my breast, shyly begining to explore my feminine curves.  I turn my head away from her kiss for a moment, smiling as I hear her disastified sigh as our lips part ways for the briefest of moments.  "Take me, baby" I breathe into her ear, my smile widening as I feel her hands move to grasp mine tightly and manuver us off of the crowded dance floor, through the double doors of the club, and into the warm safety of her automobile.  "It’s finally going to happen", runs through my head as she nearly runs multiple stoplights in her efforts to get us home.  Fortunately, the ’rents are off on a trip together, so we have both houses to ourselves.  We unbuckle ourselves, and depart the comfortable confines of the car, nearly running hand in hand into the Davies’ abode and into Ashley’s room, where she turns on her heels towards me and lays the most passionate kiss I’ve ever expirienced on me.  Boy, can this girl kiss!  Damn!