“Oh Heather,” groaned Riley. Riley’s hands moved downward and touched Heather’s head, caressing Heather’s hair kindly. She lifted her toes up off of the sheets, bringing her knees further up to grant her friend greater access.
Heather pursed her lips and pushed them against Riley’s clit, gently suckling the wetness from the area, feeling the fleshy nub in her mouth. As she did this, she could hear Riley’s excitement in the form of happy sighs and squeals. Pressing her middle and ring fingers together, Heather then penetrated Riley’s pussy lips tenderly, exploring inside of her friend, thrusting her slender fingers into Riley’s aching hole.
“Mmm,” Riley cried out, her eyes squinted tightly, as Heather penetrated her. A tear streamed down one side of her face. Heather glanced her eyes upwards to take in the obvious pleasure pasted across Riley’s face.
Heather then quickened the pace of her fingers, giving Riley harder and faster thrusts, her fingers well oiled from the dampness emanating from Riley’s insides. As she finger-fucked Riley, the sounds of wet skin slapping together could be heard between Riley’s moaning.
“Oh fucking God,” called out Riley. “That’s so good, don’t stop,” she commanded, folding herself up off the bed, legs still elevated, hands still atop Heather’s head. She opened her eyes and watched as her friend slobbered her between her legs.
Heather could feel Riley’s pussy tightening around her fingers as she pushed, the lower half of Riley’s body jolting with sporadic spasms. She sucked and slurped tighter against Riley’s clit as if she was trying to drink all the juice from it that she could extract, her tongue flicking when she needed a quick break. Riley’s folded over body started to rock, and with each breath and rocking movement Riley whined out in pleasure. Suddenly, Riley’s pussy gripped tightly onto Heather’s fingers and gushed with wetness. Heather could feel Riley’s pussy tightening around her fingers so she ceased her thrusts and let Riley work through the intensity that was coming upon her.
Riley called out loudly once more and then fell back against the pillows, the rigidity around Heather’s fingers now a pumping tightness, a squeeze and then a release. Heather pulled her lips up off of Riley’s clit, smiled at the hairless, saturated pussy below her lips, and then looked up to her friend.
“Heather,” sighed out Riley. “Come up here.”
Heather followed Riley’s orders and climbed back up the length of her body, plopping down next to her friend and hugging her arm around Riley’s belly.
“Babe,” said Riley. “That was, like, insane.”
“Did it feel good?” asked Heather sheepishly.
“Are you kidding?” said Riley, opening her eyes wide and looking at Heather. “That was amazing.”
“Will you do it to me sometime?” said Heather, smiling, cuddling her face into Riley’s.
“Of course,” said Riley. “I want to try other things with you, too.”
“Like what?” said Heather.
“I don’t know,” said Riley. “Just, other things. I’m so happy we did this!”
“Me too,” said Heather. “You’re so pretty.”
“I can still feel you between my legs,” said Riley, fidgeting beneath Heather and getting more comfortable as they cuddled together.
Heather smiled happily and closed her eyes, embracing her friend and thinking about what they just did together. It made her excited in a way that she couldn’t quite put a name to. She was anxious to do it again. It was a new experience, a lusty romp that made her feel so incredibly happy. But she didn’t want to think too hard about it. Rather, she preferred to leave it open and unnamed. There was no one else she would rather explore with.
The two best friends, nude and still shower damp, nestled into one another, both happily fulfilled and pleasantly surprised by how their running date ended up. Neither could help but replay it all in their minds.
And neither could help but wish for this moment to last forever.
RICH GIRLS DON’T WEAR PANTIES
Carter and Yvonne giggled together, leaning against the railing of the yacht. They were docked at the marina in Lake Michigan for a party that Carter’s father was throwing, a celebration of reaching over a billion dollars managed at his Chicago investment firm. The crowd was dotted with noteworthy people, a few minor celebrities, and even the mayor was there. But none of this really fazed the girls. They were used to this kind of thing.
“We should totally try to steal some champagne,” said blonde haired Carter, smirking as she looked into the sea of people. She wore a royal blue short-sleeved dress with an open back, cut slim to show off her thin frame.
“Nobody would even care,” said Yvonne, securing her oversized tortoise-shell sunglasses up higher atop her head. Her long brown hair fell into lighter ringlets as it tumbled over the shoulders of her pale pink dress.
“These things really bore me,” said Carter, shifting her weight to adjust her stance. “But my Dad would freak his shit out if I didn’t show.”
“Well, we’ve made an appearance,” said Yvonne. “You could tell him you’ve got appointment or something.”
“Yeah, but I want to support him,” said Carter. “We can just make the best of it.”
Carter and Yvonne had been best friends since early in their teenage years. Their families were both members at the Standard Club, a private club, hotel, and ballroom in downtown Chicago and they had encountered each other there a number of times before finally really hitting it off at a mutual friend’s bat mitzvah hosted at the club. After that, and through their school years, they spent much of their time together. Now, however, the summer before heading off to college, both 18 years old, they had to deal with the fact that they would soon be apart at different schools.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” said Yvonne, smiling sadly at her friend.
“Let’s not talk about that,” said Carter, pushing a haphazard tress of hair away from Yvonne’s face. “We still have the summer before I head out east.”
“I’m sorry,” said Yvonne. “I know I should just be happy to spend the summer together.”
“We’re going to Hawaii in a month,” said Carter. “We’ve still got that.”
“We’ll have a blast,” admitted Yvonne, reaching out and hugging Carter. Carter returned the hug compassionately, the girls rocking back and forth softly as they both still considered their inevitable time apart.
“Okay,” said Carter. “We’ve got to do something on this yacht and stop being such wallflowers.”
“You’re right,” said Yvonne, stepping back from their hug.
“How about this,” started Carter. “I’m going to go see my Dad for a few, let him know we’re having a good time.”
“Sure,” said Yvonne.
“Why don’t you go try to sneak us a bottle of champagne and find a place we can stow away and drink it,” said Carter.
“I can do that easily,” said Yvonne.
“Text me your location when you’re there,” said Carter.
“Done,” said Yvonne.
The girls leaned in and kissed each other quickly on the lips with a smooch sound and then split up, heading their own ways.
*
Yvonne walked barefoot through a narrow wooden hallway, lit by dim orange lights, a bottle of champagne in one hand and her heels in the other. Her small purse was slung over her shoulder. Throughout the hallway were various doors and each one Yvonne passed she checked to see if it was open. After a handful of locked doors, she finally came upon one that was unlocked. The door cracked open with a creaking sound and before entering she cautiously peeked inside. Inside the room was dark, empty of any people, so she stepped it further to check it out.
Turning on the light revealed a small but luxurious bedroom. Warm light beamed down from a mini chandelier over top a circle bed in the center of the room, plush with fluffy purple and pink blankets. One entire side of the room was a mirror. Peppered throughout the room, atop tables and dressers, were candles of variou
s sizes and shapes, some new looking, some already burned down.
“Wow,” Yvonne exclaimed to herself. She tossed the bottle of champagne onto the bed, dropped her heels to the floor, and spun around in the room, her dress twirling out slightly as she moved.
Suddenly she bolted over to the door, made sure it was closed, and locked it. Pulling her purse down her arm, she unclipped the latch and removed her phone from inside. She tapped quickly on the screen, typing out a text to Carter to let her know the location of the room, and once finished she set both her phone and her purse down on the bed.
Yvonne climbed up onto the bed and then lazily fell down into the blankets, laying her legs out across the bed and sitting up against the pillows. She reached out and grabbed the champagne bottle, pulling off the foil and then untwisting the cap. Pointing the bottle away from her, she eased the cork out with her hand until the bottle released a sudden pop.
“Shit!” she exclaimed as champagne began to foam out of the bottle and spill down onto the bed. She held the bottle out off the bed and over the wood floor, though not much more foam came out. Once she was sure it had finished, she pulled it back in closer to her and took a long sip of it directly from the bottle.
Through the ceiling above, Yvonne could hear the din of voices up on the ship’s deck mixed with the subtle beat of music. She picked up her phone to check if Carter had texted back but she had not. Looking around the room, Yvonne began to feel a bit bored. She took another pull from the champagne bottle. Then that familiar thought crept into her mind.
Often times, when finding herself feeling bored, she would touch herself.
Knowing that she had already locked the door to the bedroom and nobody could get in, Yvonne hiked her pink dress up her thighs and let it rest atop her hips, revealing a nude lower half of her body. It was quite rare that she actually wore knickers and this summer party was no exception. Reaching down between her legs, she started to gently rub her pussy lips up and down, massaging herself into the mood.
Yvonne loved to masturbate. It was something she had been doing since she was quite young. She had started by rubbing herself against her pillow but it wasn’t long before she became adept at quickly pleasuring herself with her hands. It also gave her an opportunity to fantasize about things she might never experience in real life.
Carter was one of those things.
Yvonne felt guilty sometimes dreaming of Carter while she fondled her pussy, but she simply couldn’t help it. The idea of Carter would slip into her mind as she started touching herself and refused to leave. As she and Carter had grown so close, they had often seen each other naked and the beautiful image of Carter totally nude had been etched in Yvonne’s mind. Her healthy pink skin, the way her breasts hung from her chest, the curve of her small tummy that transitioned into the lightly furry mound between her legs. That thinly sheared blonde pubic hair matching the hair atop Carter’s head. She was a beautiful young woman and Yvonne found herself masturbating to the mental picture of Carter more and more frequently.
Opening her eyes and looking down, Yvonne saw that her fingers were becoming milky and moist as she massaged herself. She firmly pressed her fingers between her lips now, her motions gaining in aggression, and she punctuated her fondling with quick rubs against her clit.
“Oh Carter,” she softly moaned aloud, her eyes closed and her head turning to the side against the pillow. She inserted her middle and ring fingers deep into her pussy, thrusting a few times before pulling them back out to rub her clit once more. She could feel the heated dampness between her thighs and a soft tingle moving through her limbs.
Moving her other arm down, she penetrated herself with the fingers from one hand while the opposing hand massaged her clit in concentric circles. She had grown incredibly moist by this time, as she had trained herself to become easily aroused. Her fingers squeaked through the wetness as she pounded her hole, and a creaminess of her natural lubricant coated her fingers. Yvonne held the image of a naked Carter in her mind, having the mental picture of Carter spread her legs open wide and masturbate alongside of Yvonne.
This was a scenario Yvonne always came back to: she and Carter masturbating together.
Yvonne pushed faster and faster and flicked against her clit with even more intensity. She loved it fast-paced. As she felt herself coming upon orgasm, edging toward that cliff of ecstasy, she folded over to one side of the bed and rode herself hard against her own hands. The tension was building inside of her, a buzzing in her brain and a warmth in her loins. She was so close and she pressed her fingers even firmer against herself, pushing and rubbing and flicking and fondling.
Then a soft knock came at the door of the bedroom.
“Fuck!” Yvonne exclaimed under her breath, suddenly in panic mode. Her eyes jolted open and she looked around the room quickly. She pulled her hands off of her pussy and quickly shimmied her dress back over her hips and down her thighs, still feeling the tingling warmth of being so utterly close to completion. Yvonne yearned to come, a fire burning deeply inside her at that moment.
Hopping up from the bed, she scurried to the door as another soft knock came from the other side.
“Yvonne,” said Carter’s voice softly. “It’s me. Let me in.”
“Okay,” said Yvonne, feeling lightheaded. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. Carter quickly scooted inside and Yvonne closed and locked the door behind her.
“Looks like you already got into the champagne,” said Carter with a smirk. “And what happened to your dress, dear? Spill some on it?” Carter pointed to a wet spot on the hip of Yvonne’s dress.
Looking down, Yvonne spotted the wetness and internally freaked out. In her hastiness to pull her dress back down she had gotten some of her pussy juices on herself. She then looked to her hand and saw the creamy stickiness still on her middle and ring fingers.
“What’s that?” said Carter, seeing Yvonne looking to the wetness on her fingers. Carter stepped closed to her friend to get a better look and as she did Yvonne quickly turned away to hide her hand.
“Nothing,” said Yvonne. “Just some champagne spill.”
“I know what it is,” said Carter with a grin on her face. “You little bitch, Yvonne,” she said, shaking her head and chuckling softly.
“What?” said Yvonne.
“You were touching yourself in here!” exclaimed Carter, laughing and giving Yvonne a light push on her shoulder.
“No I wasn’t!” responded Yvonne defensively.
“Come off it,” said Carter. “I’m your best friend. I can read you like a book. I know you touch yourself, like, all the time.”
Carter strutted away from Yvonne and over to the bedside table where the champagne bottle sat. She picked it up and took a long drink from it. As she set it back down, her eyes focused on the bed sheets.
“And you left a wet spot there on the bed,” said Carter with a laugh. “Babe, you’re busted.”
“I’m sorry,” said Yvonne, turning toward her friend with a guilty look on her face.
“Don’t be,” said Carter. “I think it’s totally badass that you came down here during a fancy party and played with yourself. It’s hilarious and cool,” she said, sitting down on the bed.
“You don’t think I’m a creep?” said Yvonne, slowly striding over to Carter.
“Oh, definitely,” said Carter. “But it’s also kinda sexy.”
“Sexy?” said Yvonne.
“Yeah,” said Carter. “I can’t explain it. It’s just dangerous or something.”
“Can I admit something to you?” said Yvonne.
“Of course,” said Carter. “We’re best friends.”
“You interrupted me and I couldn’t finish,” said Yvonne. “I’m totally burning up inside right now.” She squeezed her legs together and bent down slightly. “Like, I was right there and then you knocked.”
Carter laughed and reached out to slap Yvonne’s leg.
“You’re funny,” said Carter.
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br /> “No, I’m serious,” said Yvonne.
“Okay,” said Carter, grinning. “Well, why don’t I help?” She stood up from the bed and seductively moved toward Yvonne, flicking her blonde hair back over her shoulder.
“You?” said Yvonne, confused. “You want to help?”
“Sure,” said Carter. Reaching out, she took Yvonne’s dress by the hem and flapped it up once. Yvonne giggled and batted at Carter’s hands.
“What are you doing?” said Yvonne, stifling her laugh.
“Come on,” said Carter. “Why not? It’ll be fun and wild.”
“I don’t know,” said Yvonne.
“You want to finish, right?” said Carter.
“Well, yeah,” said Yvonne.
“Okay,” said Carter. “Then just go with it.” She smiled and winked at her friend. Again she reached out to Yvonne’s dress and pulled it up, this time high enough to reveal Yvonne’s bare crotch.
“Ooh!” exclaimed Yvonne, slightly embarrassed, almost pushing her dress back down but instead allowing Carter to take the lead.
“No knickers, eh?” joked Carter, looking down at her friend’s totally shaven pubis. “I’m not wearing knickers either.” Carter pushed her hand between Yvonne’s legs and started to massage her still-moist pussy lips.
“Wow,” sighed Yvonne, beginning to shut her eyes. “That’s nice.”
“How about this?” said Carter, moving in closer to Yvonne now and tenderly pressing her lips against her friend’s. The two girls slowly made out, both groaning softly into each other’s mouths, as Carter continued to fondle Yvonne below her dress.
“That feels fucking great,” said Yvonne between increasingly more passionate kisses. “I’m so wet already.”
“Mm hmm,” said Carter as she kissed. Her fingers flicked and stroked, using Yvonne’s wetness to easily glide over her smooth skin. Carter pushed her index and middle fingers together and then pressed them between Yvonne’s pussy lips, caressing upwards and diddling Yvonne’s clit with each stroke.
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