Ben and I enjoyed each other's company and the crossing of the daylight through the great windows of the master bedroom. I wanted to feel bad, but I couldn't. It was irresistible, being there with him. In my heart, I think, I knew she wouldn't mind. Lea. I was right, too. It would turn out later that she was cheating on him that same weekend.
I continued my talk with Fiona as he went down on me, eventually deciding that she would come round for dinner that night. He had made me an amazing breakfast, so I knew he could cook.
“How's eight sound?” I asked her, then responded “Sounds good. We'll see you then. I'll text you the address.”
I texted her and put my phone back on the nightstand, next to the cigarette case. The large tesserae of broken glass and ceramics which formed the mosaic on its surface were quite striking. Bright blues with yellow, scarlet and an accent of green. The sun over the mountains, albeit a little abstract. Like before, I stretched and purred in delight.
We never dressed all day. At first we just laid there in the big bed smoking pot and listening to Zeppelin, on vinyl. Vinyl that was in pristine condition. Combined with that, the tone of the needle and the room provided what was really a spectacular aural experience. The sound filled the room, and at exactly the right moments, we could see it in the thick of the smoke. When Zeppelin got tiring we moved on to The Doors, and then... Other bands after that. I don't remember.
Later, when the storm was gone we put down some mats, and did naked yoga out on the balcony. We looked into the sky, and felt its crisp, cold touch on our skin as we stretched and twisted our bodies. The air was frigid, but moist and clean from the snow. Breathing it in felt like drinking cold spring water when desperately thirsty. The trees on the mountains were more than dusted with snow, and the valley floor was carpeted with fresh, white powder.
My tightening skin was covered in tiny bumps and my nipples were standing as hard and erect as I can remember. Still, I felt wonderful, and the cold was keeping his cock soft for the time being, which was good because I needed a break. When we went in I was glad, though. The warmth of the indoors was a welcome change, and I hopped right back into bed, clutching the warmth of the sheets and the quilt to my unprotected body.
Ben followed me but didn't get in with me. Instead, he turned up the heat and waited a few moments, looking at me with his swelling cock in his hand. A moment later, he ripped the covers off of me in a swift graceful motion, leaving them folded over themselves rather neatly. He climbed onto the mattress and made got back between my legs.
As I rested, he ate me out for over an hour after he had come back from the shower. He didn't make me cum, but I don't think he was trying to. Though I did not orgasm, his tongue felt amazing, and was extremely wet. I just laid there and enjoyed it while he enjoyed me. After a while I found myself a little bored, though. It's not that he wasn't good at what he was doing – he was, very good as a matter of fact – it's just that an hour is a long time. I smoked a little of a joint in the cigarette case on the nightstand.
His tongue rolling over my clit while I held in the hit was really something. When finally he did finish, he was as hard as I've ever seen a guy get. Relaxed on the bed, I let him do what he wanted. I was sleepy, and happy and wouldn't mind his cock anywhere he wanted to put it, except “Not back in my ass,” as I told him.
At first, he just stood over me on his knees stroking his long, hard shaft. Drops of pre-cum were forming at the end, and a slow thread of it dripped from the tip to my belly. Another large bead formed, but he smeared it over his length, giving it a fiercely wet sound when he stroked it. Sleepily, I reached up and took over for him a moment. With eyes closed I retracted my hand and licked my fingers clean of his wet cock.
“Mmmh,” I purred as I held firm at the base of his cock and pushed him toward my slick, shining thighs, “Put it back inside me.”
At that, he leaned down and kissed me. His body flattened against my own, pressing my nipples into my breasts as they slid outward. His hard stomach rested against my own, and his unyielding cock pressed between us. The warmth of his balls against my clit and labia made me smile as I looked up at him, through half open eyes. I kissed him back and put my hand on the back of his neck. Quite suddenly he slipped backward. Not far, just enough to grant my request and penetrate me.
Both of us moaned in pleasure as he sank all the way inside me. It took one sharp thrust and he was sliding into place. He stayed still, the head of his cock lodged firmly against my g-spot. For a moment I laid there letting him adjust, and adjusting myself. In a short time though, I grew restless and tested the water by clenching down on him.
Ben's hands slid up my sides. His fingers running up to my arms, holding them down under the shoulders with his arms as they moved. He held my wrists outstretched with his own arms flat against them. We were pressed together in every part, every way. I lusted for more, and squeezed him again. He looked me in the eyes and kissed me. It was an amazing kiss. Our mouths opened and his tongue caressed mine softly. I extended mine into his mouth and they danced. His cock was still inside me, making me wetter and hotter by the second. I kept giving him little jolts of pressure with it as we remained locked in that kiss. We stayed like that until we were both out of breath, and longer.
After we came up for air, I stayed still a while longer. I let his cock jump and throb inside of me while he struggled to hold back. Staying inside me, and staying hard, he kissed my neck. Planting teeth marks on it in ways I'd never experienced. He closed his jaw hard, and it hurt. It hurt but it was spectacular. It was obvious he couldn't help it, that it was an animal response to his lust for me. I turned my head and elongated my neck, tightening its musculature.
As he kissed my neck and bit it again, he arched his back slightly, driving into me harder. Our bodies ground together as he pressed against the most sensitive part of me. He was so hard in me. Hot in me. I loved it, and just let him. I was so relaxed that I was drifting a little again. It's not as if he was doing anything to wake me, he was just keeping every part of me warm, outside and in. In some moments though, he started to moan.
His cock began swelling further, getting even harder. I clenched around him a couple more times as we kissed. I was back in it for a moment, but I knew I'd drift away again soon. Our mingling tongues distracted him, I think, from what was going on downstairs. He started to retract, and prepared to fuck me. I didn't want that, so I seized his hips in my hands and guided him slowly back into me and held him there by the buttocks, quite still.
I shook my head and kissed him, “No, don't do that,” I said softly.
Holding him still with one hand, I put the other on the back of his head where it meets his neck, and kissed him. Foreheads together, we looked in each other's eyes as I fucked him perfectly still. I put pressure on him and took it away. Then I started swaying my hips a little, grinding against the base of his cock and the rough hair surrounding it.
My body would soon surrender to sleep again over passion, and I knew it. I rocked my hips up into him, and pressed hard on his body to keep him with me as I pulled back. Only allowing him an inch or two of movement inside me, I held him tightly with slick walls. His jaw gently closed on the base of my neck again. In my own excitement I bit him hard, and that seemed to do it for him.
Remaining in control, I kept up my subtle work on his cock, and he moaned in appreciation. He was quivering inside of me, suspended right at the edge. What I didn't realize is how close I was. Out of nowhere really, I came. It wasn't hard, or even sudden. The orgasm was a long, slow burn that took us more than half a minute. Gently, I clenched and spasmed around the hard rod inside of me. I gasped and held him close in my surprise. The fire inside me was small, but one of bright, warm embers.
Ben inhaled sharply and held it, just as I had. Breathless, we came together, locked together. Our bodies were so close I almost felt his pleasure along with my own mild orgasm. His was anything but mild, but he didn't let it show. He stayed put, looking into my eyes as I pumped the cum from him, being careful to maintain a steady rhythm. Shot after long spurt of cum fired into me. As it splashed against me I felt my body tense further and begin again.
I was still not cumming like him, though. His orgasm was powerful, violent, and emotional. Mine remained quite calm and serene. More than pleasure, it brought me intense relaxation. As he came in me I spread my legs and curled my toes, making fists of the sheets. I kicked downward into the bed, pulling at the sheets beneath us. Just slightly, my hips rose to meet him. Even then, he continued emptying his balls inside me, and feeling his cum fill me up was extending and enhancing my own orgasm.
This went on for seconds longer before we finally rested. For minutes he stayed hard in me, kissing me as he jumped and flickered at the feeling of his cock inside me, surrounded by a pool of his hot cum. I smiled and we both laughed. It came from where we were linked, and spread to our voices. We kissed again, before he finally extracted himself, as he was softening. When he fell out of me, a wet sound accompanied the small river of white that fell into the soft fabrics of the bed.
We kissed again before he rose to his knees. He looked at me, and said “Thank you.”
“No problem,” I muttered lazily, my head turning to the side, as gravity desired. My arms stretched over my head and rested on the pillow, but did not bring it to me.
Ben looked at the clock on the wall and said, “I'd better get started on dinner. Can't keep Fiona waiting, can we?”
“No,” I giggled, “We can't have that.”
As he made for the door, I smacked him on his muscular ass and watched him smile. He went downstairs to start on dinner. I didn't know what he was planning, but apparently it would take him three hours. After he left, my body relaxed even further in to the mattress, and in moments, I was asleep.
What seemed like only moments later, my eyes fluttered open to the glow of sunset through the west window. Ben stood over me quietly.
“Hey,” he said, “It's almost seven, and I thought you might want to get ready before Fiona gets here.”
“Seven?” I ask him, frantically.
“I only have an hour!”
“Well, you don't exactly have a lot of options in terms of clothing or anything...”
“I keep some backup options in my car.”
“Oh. When I went out there, I just thought it looked messy.”
“Hey! Well, yeah, that's pretty much true. But I do have a couple of dresses out there.”
For the next hour I dug through my car in a panicked frenzy, and finally found my fourth choice of the dresses I knew were in there somewhere. It would have to do, I decided. The dress was short, soft, sleek, and black. I returned to the safety of the indoors, and it was at that point that I remembered how cold I was.
After warming up by the fire, I went back upstairs to Lea's bedroom. Looked myself up and down, trying on item after item of clothing, then changing back and reexamining. When I had decided on my most simple, elegant little black dress I moved onto shoes, only to realize that I didn't have anything appropriate, and decided to abandon the prospect altogether. Barefoot is fun.
As I was doing my makeup, a little more on auto-pilot, my mind started to drift. I was thinking of Fiona, and how exciting it was that she would soon be in my arms again. I missed her terribly, and I was more than delighted that she was on her way.
'Looking forward to it' didn't really describe my feelings about seeing Fiona. It had been some months, since she'd been studying abroad. Technology had more or less kept us in contact, but we didn't usually go a week without seeing each other, even though her school was an hour from home. She was a little older than me, she'd graduated two years earlier, and was twenty years old. It was years that I'd known her. We always had a very silly relationship, but a close one.
Fiona had a lot of friends a couple years younger than her, and a lot who were several years older than her, and the dynamic sculpted her personality oddly. In elementary school, she was the one who would get the illicit candy and soda with caffeine. As time progressed, she became known as the girl who could get the things you need. She had been my ticket into all the good parties over the last few years. For that matter, she was the one who provided us with alcohol for our own parties, until she got fed up and made a couple of fake driver's licenses for the group.
Sort of as a result of her position in our crowd, she had a lot fake friends. I know she liked everybody else she knew, but since they were all in their late twenties or older she sometimes got sick of the scenes she was part of. I was only a little more than two years younger than her, so we had the most in common, especially once she graduated and I had taken over most of her rackets at the small level while she got established on campus.
My responsibilities had more or less quadrupled in her absence, and I was pretty thrilled to be able to scale back for a few weeks. Fiona was a people person, and I, well, I liked to have some time to myself. I didn't like my phone to ring at three in the morning, but I think at some level, she did. Nothing like feeling needed, I suppose.
Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup I heard the doorbell ring. Instantly I had sprung out of my seat and made for the door. I bounded downstairs with enthusiasm, leaving a cartoon trail of dust in my wake. A moment later I had arrived at the front door, having skipped several stairs with each step.
There she was. I could see here through the cracks in the blinds on the window. The stained glass of the door obscured refracted her beautiful face. As soon as I opened the door for her, Fiona leaped on me and hugged me.
“It's been too long,” she said.
“It has,” I agreed.
When she withdrew and I had a chance to look at her, my jaw nearly dropped. It's not that Fiona is anything less than a complete knockout, even then, but she looked especially stunning that night. She's five foot something in the middle. Her collar bone length blonde hair is definitely curled and not wavy, but it falls in large strands that hang on each other appealingly. It covered part of her beautiful face, but in a way that just made her sexier.
Despite the nice jewelry to set off her blue eyes, the black heels to go with her black evening dress, and the dress itself, she wore her ironically oversized glasses. She did need them, but her sense of style with them was always a little eccentric. My dress was also black, but a little shorter. I was barefoot since I didn't have any nice shoes with me. It was only a moment later that I noticed she bore a black leather doctor's bag.
“So, what's in the bag?” I asked her.
“It's a surprise,” she told me.
“A nice one?”
“Just think of it as my bag of tricks.”
“It will be,” she assured me.
“Come on in,” I told her.
As she entered she set down her bag and took off her coat. She handed it to me and I hung it up for her. We hugged again, then entered the rest of the house. Ben was between the kitchen and the dining room, bringing the food to the table. He looked over to us as we entered.
“Ben, this is my friend Fiona,” I said looking between them, then said, “And Fiona, this is my... friend Ben.”
Fiona giggled as she grabbed my butt and kissed my cheek, a little nervous.
Dinner looked and smelled amazing. Three recently trimmed beeswax tapers burned brightly in a stand at the center of the table. As the evening progresses, we ate, talked, and drank great wine. Crisp summer whites to go with the elegantly prepared salmon fillet. The fish was wild caught, and its color was genuine. A deep ruby on our plates accompanied by grilled asparagus and summer squashes.
For over an hour we sat and talked. Fiona and Ben got to know each other a little. I enjoyed, as always, hearing her tell the stories that I know so well. Of course, I still blushed when I was a character in them.
“...And so when it was her turn,” Fiona said, smirking at me, “She coughs so hard that she spat embers on my supplier.”
“It was the first time I ever smoked,” I defended.
“Oh honey, I'm not making fun. It was cute,” she said.
Ben chimed in, “I threw up. The first time my brothers got me stoned they brought out a five foot bong named Achilles, and aptly so.”
Fiona and I both laughed. The daylight rolled on, and sunset was burning red outside as the star sank behind the ridge line. Once there was a lull in the conversation, Ben stood up and began gathering up the serving utensils and their dishes.
Fiona said “That was delicious, thank you,” to Ben.
As he made to stand up, I removed my foot from his crotch. I stood and picked up my plate, but before I could take it to the kitchen, Ben intercepted me and took it.
“I'll take care of this. You ladies just make yourselves more comfortable while I take care of this.”
“Are you sure you won't have another glass of wine, first?” Fiona asked him.
He nodded and we all walked to the living room, where we sat with our glasses, placing the fresh bottle on the coffee table. Fiona and I sighed as we relaxed into each other. We sat on the couch together, while he was on the adjacent chair. His cock was very hard, and he obviously wanted us. It was understandable. In his position I would have wanted us. I already wanted Fiona, and I was glad of how clear she was making it that she wanted me as well.
Her hands ran over my breasts. She grasped them, but gently. Ben's hand had wandered to his lap, and was unceremoniously rubbing his cock through his pants. Fiona pointed to him and smiled. She giggled and whispered something in my ear that he couldn't hear.
“Do you mind if I toy with him a little?” she asked my permission, as though he was mine to command.
He may have been, but I didn't like the insinuation. Despite this, I nodded, giggling back at her. We were total bitches, honestly. Mischievous girls with wet pussies on the power trip they earned us. We're both nice girls at heart, but it can get bad when we're together. Now, it's not that I think even for a second that he didn't enjoy it a certain amount, but we were kind of awful to him that evening. Then again, what we did to him that night probably made up for it. More than made up for it, really.
Fiona helped me off of her, leaning me forward with gentle arms as she rose to her feet. She returned to the front door, where she had left her coat, and retrieved her doctor's bag. When she returned, she put it on the coffee table, and then climbed into my lap where I had reclined. She climbed up on top of me and kissed my neck. She nibbled my earlobe and then she kissed me on the mouth. I kissed her back, and she put her tongue against mine. The kiss lasted for a number of seconds, maybe a minute or two. It's hard to tell when you're enjoying yourself as much.
As we felt each other, I noticed her hand sliding up my thigh. At the end of its trajectory, she discovered I was not wearing any panties and that I was freshly shaved. She smiled into my eyes when she felt the slight moisture beginning to present itself. She spread it around. Just a little, enough to make it easier to push a finger into me. I gasped as she did it. Her middle finger pressed into me, the tip of it curled upward inside me, running along the ceiling of me as it penetrated further. I started moaning, but Fiona forcefully stopped my voice with her tongue.
When I had stopped moaning, she released me, and whispered “Undress him.”
“Alright...” I whispered back, wondering what she had planned.
I slid off the couch and crawled toward him. He made eye contact, stroking his hard dick under his pants. Kneeling between his legs, I bent down and put my teeth on it, over the fabric. He stopped, and I looked into his eyes. Starting to laugh and smile, I withdrew, and hungrily unbuckled his belt before tearing it from his pants and casting it aside.
Next, I started unbuttoning his shirt. Fiona was looking for something small in a bag of large objects. Slowly, I continued removing his clothes, but did not allow him to help. The shirt was open now, and the sleeves were passing his shoulders. In another moment, the shirt was completely off. My hand had slipped over the aching bulge under his boxers. Ben was moaning under my attention. He lifted his butt so I could slip his pants off.
Once they were around his ankles I left them there, and stared down the muzzle of his obviously reloaded cock. Already I wanted him inside me, but I knew that Fiona had a plan, and experience had taught me that when in search of a good time to follow her lead. Instead of jumping on him immediately, I took him in my mouth and sucked him off a moment. The corners of my mouth curled up while I blew him. In a moment, I had developed a rhythm, but not a moment after I had, I was being muscled to the side by Fiona.
She gently rolled something over the head of his dick. At first I thought it was a condom, but in fact it was a cock ring. He was raging hard, and it seemed that Fiona wanted him to stay that way. After she had secured it, she began sucking him off herself. One thing to know about Fiona is that she loves sucking cock more than anything else. If you put a dick in her face, she can't resist it. If it wouldn't be wildly inappropriate it would be a great trick for an intro psychology lecture. As a result, it was surprising to me that she stopped after only a couple of minutes. She hadn't had her fill, but I guess she was satisfied for the moment.
I timidly sat beside her. I'd become much more sexually experienced that weekend, but the prospect of sex in a group, and
sex with another girl was a lot for me to process. The next thing she did shocked me. Fiona pulled a butt plug from her bag, along with some lube. Suggestively, she raised her eyebrows at Ben, holding them up. He bit his lip in consideration, then nodded to her.
“Why not,” he said.
“Brave. I like that,” she said to him.
“Just be gentle. I've only done this a couple of times.”
“No problem, sweetie,” she said, clearly in charge of the situation.
Fiona added a healthy dollop of oil to the conical toy, then handed it to me to hold onto. I was so busy staring at it in awe, that I almost didn't notice her slip and oily finger against his tight hole. She pressed on it and spread the lubricant around it. She massaged it for a while, and took his hard, hot cock back into her mouth. She sucked him for a few moments as she played with his ass.
In another minute or so, she pressed her finger gently inside of him. He gasped in response, and became noticeably harder. Watching what I was watching made me feel amazing. After a moment she put a second inside of him, and slowly fucked them in and out. When she pulled her fingers out, I was surprised to see that they were clean.
Next she seized the toy in my hands and put its narrow end against him. Before she pressed on, she sucked him onto her tongue again, then dove forward, deepthroating him like a pro. Very slowly, she withdrew and began to push past his barriers. Ben gasped, and she had to hold his shaft still it was jumping so much. She got it past his defenses and kissed the head of his throbbing dick.
Looking into his eyes, Fiona dropped a few inches and took the left of his balls into her mouth. She sucked on it hard and made him squirm. Gradually but steadily, she began forcing the plug inside of him, and just as though she were displacing it with the toy, he began to cum. It didn't come out in spurts, but one long, hot stream of thick white.
Ben's cum fell onto her face, which she obviously adored. His pulsing shaft poured it onto her forehead and into her hair. It ran down in a large puddle, and parted at the bridge of her nose. Licking her lips as the cum reached the corners of her mouth, Fiona swallowed a little before sucking his balls again, and locking the plug into place, where it belonged.
“Oh, baby! I wasn't expecting you to be quite so sensitive,” she said, smiling.
He looked as if he might apologize.
“Don't worry,” I said, “He'll be able to go again.”
“Oh, it's okay,” she said to him approvingly, “I just didn't expect a nice warm load on my face this early in the evening. It's good though.”
“Really? I didn't just completely humiliate myself?” he asked.
“No, I liked it,” she told him, “It was good.”
Just as he smiled again, she jabbed him with the toy, and made his cock jump, still hard. Again she put him in her mouth and this time hungrily licked up the thick layer of cum coating the head and top of his shaft. When she'd cleaned him up, she didn't swallow. Out of nowhere, she kissed me! I was shocked, but it wasn't the first time I'd tasted his cum that day, so it was easy to focus on the kiss. We leaned together. Our tongues mingled and danced with one another.
When we emerged, I could see that Ben was starting to soften a little, but the cock ring more or less kept that process at bay. I imagine the slender cone in his ass was provoking his swollen organ as well. Aggressively, I kissed Fiona again. Taken over by the urge, I pounced on her, and she laid back onto the floor, allowing me to share his cum and slowly, we began to lovingly make out. Obviously aroused, the sounds which came from us were clearly perking up Ben's interest again.
Another moment passed, our tongues were still dancing. Another moment, and then another still. When finally I let her up, Ben was once again as hard as granite. By touching my ass, he made it clear he wanted to join us. Fingers sank into my soft flesh as he grabbed, then ran a finger over my slit under my dress, making me shudder. Fiona wanted none of it though.
“No. Go clean up,” she told him.
“I'd say you already took care of that,” he said, stroking his cock at us.
“I didn't mean you should clean yourself. I thought you were going to tidy up the kitchen,” she smiled devilishly at him, and he winced as she leaped to me, and put me on the ground with a particularly enthusiastic kiss. I looked at him, and he looked at me, then she said “Get going.”
Ben lowered his head and it was obvious that he knew not to disturb the ring or the plug. He went back to the kitchen. A moment later we heard the clink and clang of dishes being moved and washed. As he worked, Fiona laid me out and lifted my butt so she could slide my dress up over my hips. It was still on, but everything from my navel down was perfectly exposed, including my bald snatch. I loved everything about myself at that moment. I didn't care that I was making out with, and perhaps soon making love to my best friend. I didn't care that I'd been fucking a man who was far from single for the last couple of days. I didn't even care that I had lost my virginity to him on his girlfriend's kitchen counter.
Fiona kissed my taught stomach, causing the contracted muscles to relax and then spasm. I gasped in delight as she migrated further south. The next kiss was below my navel. The next even lower. Soon she reached my thighs. She was circling around the most sensitive parts of me, making me wait. She went down my thighs, and kissed the tops of my feet as she massaged the soles.
In the moment, I could feel a trickle of fluid exiting me. It ran between my lips and over my asshole. The sensation made me shiver and Fiona held me. A long moment of eye contact between us took up all the breath in the room. Long, drawn out seconds stretched to minutes. The sounds of Ben cleaning the kitchen were amusing to Fiona, and at least kind of cute to me. I glanced in his direction and saw that he was wearing a black apron lined with white lace.
We both laughed, our bodies locked together, Fiona and I. We could feel the other's laughter. Our physical selves were so intricately folded together that I'm sure to Ben we looked like nothing more than a single, octopedal mass of lesbian limbs and tongues. As we writhed against each other, Fiona exposed me to a type of pleasure I had never considered. It wasn't that I thought of sex between women as dirty, or wrong, but I hadn't ever considered the possibility of my participating in it.
Some minutes into our lust, a large crash in the kitchen interrupted us, “No worries!” Ben cried.
I asked, “Are you alright?”
“Did you break anything?” Fiona asked.
“Good,” she said, “You'd have to be punished if you had.”
She was really throwing herself into the part, and I enjoyed it. She had brought a whole new dynamic to the relationship just between Ben and myself.
“Mmm...” she moaned as she kissed me, letting her voice trail off as her lips pressed a kiss against my neck.
“Mmmhmmm...” I groaned back at her as a flat palm folded to cup my breast and stimulate my nipples.
Abruptly, her tone and posture changed. She was looking into my eyes. “Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said instantly, “Of course I do. You know I do.”
I was a little saddened that she had to ask me at all. It's not as though the fire within me was doused by a downpour of tears, but combined with the interruption, it put a damper on the moment for me.
“I had to ask. It's one of those moments,” she said, seeing my thoughts in my eyes.
Looking straight into her eyes, deep, piercing them with arrows, I said to Ben in the kitchen, “Are you finished?”
“Not quite,” he said.
“You are now,” Fiona continued, not breaking her gaze either.
“Alright...” he said, not knowing what to do with himself. We were clearly occupied.
Feeling his frustration I said reassuringly, “Go upstairs and have a shower. We'll come and take care of you as soon as she takes care of me and we cum.”
Seeing that our lustful eyes were locked in a duel, he nodded and said “Be sure that you do,” and went upstairs.
His footsteps on the wood ceased when he reached the top and turned the corner into the bathroom. The shower started running immediately.
“Are you ready?”
“For what?” I asked, “No, don't tell me. Just let me find out.”
My friend only smiled. She kissed my stomach gently as she placed her fingers on my slick vulva for the first time. Her finger slipped between my folds, and I gasped. She hadn't even inserted it yet, it was just... it was there. A tear formed in each corner of my eyes. Pure, raw emotion was overflowing from within me. It wasn't happiness, sadness, ecstasy or embarrassment. I'm not sure if it was a neutral uncategorized kind of thing, or if it was every emotion, all at once. Regardless, it was powerful.
“Are you okay?” Fiona asked me.
“Yes,” I said, “God, yes!”
Passionately, she leaned in and kissed me. Her body barely suspended over my own, she kissed me like she had not before. As she moved, her finger traced up my slit and landed on my shiny little clit. I bit my lip and tried not to cry. With her other hand on the side of my face, we kissed as she walked me to the edge. In what seemed like less than seconds I was almost there. I was on the edge. My feet were on it, and my body over it, suspended by a rope.
“Fiona!” I gasped for air, choking on her name.
“I love you,” she said, catching me off guard, “You know that, right?”
She meant our friendship. At least I think. I thought. I loved her too. I still do. I'm still confused, but it doesn't matter. We kissed again. Our tongues slid into each other's mouths, dancing, making love in their own right.
Pleasure was beginning to rise and fall in me. The crests were breaking, and though I knew it wasn't here, each one was as intense as an orgasm. She made me gasp for her. When I reached out to grasp her I pulled her close to me, and as I did, she fell forward, her finger sliding all the way into me. Considering the dick that had been in me off and on all day, it was no strain to accommodate her exceptionally long middle finger, or the second that she slid in after, as she kissed me.
Floating above me, she touched my breast lightly as she began to retract and extend again. Both fingers curved upward just slightly, the pads running over the ceiling as they moved. I knew it couldn't be long until I was screaming in orgasm. She felt the same, stopping my elevating voice with her mouth. From that point forward our lips and tongues were locked together in a never-ending kiss.
The sensation was almost too much. Just the sheer quantity of it. Its qualities were unknown to me. By then I was actually thrashing in her arms and screaming into her mouth. Our lips vibrated as we made out, her fingers still inside me, fucking me furiously. Her thumb was on my clit, working circles around it and colliding every time her two fingers reached bottom. My arms were wrapped around her, one hand making a fist of her hair, and the other digging its claws into the center of her back.
Choking on her breath, I started to lose vision as she manipulated me closer and closer to orgasm. We were in the final throes. There it was. Out of nowhere. I was cumming. Hard, but gradually. A slow burn of embers grew steadily to roaring blaze. Lust overpowered me and I was hers in my entirety. My back arched as she fucked straight in and out of me as hard as she could. Her thumb did not leave my clit, rubbing it constantly. When she finally broke our kiss, my voice cried out silently as I finished my powerful orgasm.
Some seconds later, she allowed me to fall, but set me down lightly. As she laid me back onto the couch, I breathed hard, and felt the tears on my face turn abruptly from hot to cold. I smiled up at her.
“That's amazing!” I said.
“I'm glad you liked it.”
A long pause bisected the moment. I allowed the words “I love you too,” to fall clumsily from my mouth.
Fiona just smiled at me, and kissed me.
“Come on,” she said, standing.
“Did you forget? There's somebody waiting for us upstairs.”
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