She finally let go of my arms, but before I could do anything, she reached forward and pulled off my tank top, tossing it indifferently on the floor. The cold air hit my bare skin, but before I could feel the cold, Gabi’s mouth drifted down.
I involuntarily sank my nails into her shoulder as a wave of pleasure crashed through me. Gabi’s lips nibbled teasingly, and my entire body tingled when she sucked lightly on the hard, swollen nub before switching to the other side. The light, feathery strokes of her tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. Oh my God, it felt so good! I gasped and moaned as her hot, wet tongue swirled around it.
I tried to pull her shirt off, but she stopped my hands. “Oh no, babe,” she said sweetly. “Not right now. It’s all about you. I don’t want you distracting me. All in good time.”
Tremors went through me as her hand slipped in between the waistband of my satin shorts. Her fingers flicked at my panties, and I bit my lip to keep in the cry of pleasure.
“Oh no, Connie,” she breathed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she grinned at me. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
When she slid my silk panties to the side, I couldn’t help it; I begged unapologetically. “Please,” I moaned. “Please, oh please.” I’d never wanted anything more in that moment than for Gabi to touch me, stroke me, make me come…
She grinned devilishly again. “If you insist,” she breathed, and her fingers dipped in the junction between my wet, quivering thighs.
I bucked my hips and groaned as her fingers swirled around, sending electric shocks through me, my blood boiling with desire and my heart pounding in my chest. She knew exactly what I wanted; her skilled fingers caressed the hard bump near the top of my wet lips, and I could feel my hot, slick juices soaking my panties.
My pleasure peaked, and I could feel the approaching climax. I welcomed it, wanting nothing more than to come, but before I could, Gabi snatched her fingers away.
“What the hell!” I growled, disappointed. I trembled on the bed, and Gabi grinned at me devilishly.
“Who says you get to have all the fun?” she asked. “It’s my turn now. Then you can come.”
My disappointment vanished on the spot, and I gripped her wrists and rolled her over on the bed, straddling her. She wriggled her hips, and my heart leapt as I felt her own hot juices soaking through her shorts.
I didn’t have the patience to be slow and teasing; I practically ripped her shirt from her body and slipped my hand up her pink, lacy bra. Her breath caught in her throat as I pinched her hard little nipple lightly, tugging on it and teasing it. I tugged at her bra with my teeth, inching it up, until her perfect breasts sprang free. I uttered a little gasp; they were even more lovely than I’d dreamt.
My tongue dipped and swirled around her hard pink peak, and her soft squeal of delight inflamed my mind and fanned the flames of my desire.
I pulled away, and she groaned with disappointment.
I grinned. “See how it feels?”
“Yeah, it sucks,” she growled. She sat up and took me in her lap. I wrapped my legs around her waist, and her arms encircled my body as we kissed, our tongues entangling.
Gabi slowly and teasingly gyrated her hips, grinding herself against me, and I could feel how hot and wet she was through her shorts. I moaned a little; she was driving me crazy!
She pulled me backwards, tumbling me against the soft pillows, and before I knew it she was slipping my shorts off. I lay completely naked except for my pink silk panties. Her eyes crawled eagerly over them.
“Not yet,” I somehow managed to say, stopping her hands as she reached for them. “Now you.”
She flashed me the same devilish grin from before, and my blood boiled with renewed fiery lust. “Greedy,” she purred, but she slipped off her bra completely, then her shorts. My breath caught; she was wearing a tiny red thong, and it completely displayed the curves of her firm, round butt.
“Satisfied?” she said with a crooked smile as she did a slow, sensuous dance on her knees for me, tossing her hips back and forth. I was mesmerized by her tight, tanned body.
“Not yet,” I panted, and I reached up, gripping her panties and painstakingly slipping them down around her thighs. My breathing was loud and ragged in my ears. She was completely naked now, and fuck, she was even more perfect than in my dream.
Gabi moved down on the bed, and I was too distracted by the sight of her to realize right away what she was doing; but when I did, I whimpered with anticipation.
Gabi positioned herself between my legs, and my entire body quivered with anticipation. Never in my entire life had I been this aroused; I ached with the overpowering need to be taken and made to come.
Her tongue flicked out, teasing the top of my panties, and I leaned my head back against the pillows. “Oh, God,” I moaned as her teeth lightly grazed me through the fabric.
She gripped the panties in her mouth and eased them down. Now I was completely exposed, and Gabi gazed at me for a single heart-stopping moment. Her eyes glinted with her own hunger.
Her plump lips trailed along the inside of my quivering thigh, smearing the juices that had collected there.
“Hurry up!” I gasped. Why was she taking so long? I want to come, dammit!
“Don’t rush me,” she teased, tracing my outer folds slowly with her fingertip, collecting the slick wetness. “I’ll make you come when I’m damn good and ready.”
My protest died on my lips as Gabi’s mouth settled between my legs. Pure molten pleasure jolted through me as Gabi’s tongue swirled around the hard, swollen bump near the top of my lips. I let out a squeal as she traced circles around it, and when she very lightly sucked on it, I slammed my teeth together to keep in the scream threatening to burst out of me.
God, she knew exactly what she was doing! Her tongue flicked across the most sensitive part of my clit, driving the pleasure through me mercilessly. I was completely helpless in the face of it.
Still licking eagerly, her fingers parted my folds, and one of her fingers teased my wet, slick entrance, swirling around it while I trembled and begged. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she slipped it inside.
“Ohh, fuck, Gabi!” I moaned, tossing my hips as she slid her fingers back and forth, in and out, filling me again and again. She slipped another finger in, than another, until I was completely filled. Her fingers pressed against the sensitive spot inside as she pumped them faster and faster.
My pleasure peaked, and oh dear God, I was about to come, and nothing in the world could ever stop it.
I arched my back as tremors shook my body, and my climax burst through me, as hot and powerful as an erupting volcano. Never in my life had I orgasmed this hard; I shook with the power of it, and bright colors danced across my vision. I couldn’t have stayed silent if my life depended on it; I let out a deep, throaty moan as wave after wave of pure electric pleasure coursed through me, obliterating everything in my mind but my desire.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it subsided, and Gabi pulled me against her as we sank down against the pillows. I felt warm and loose, completely relaxed as I bathed in the afterglow of my orgasm. She stroked my hair, and I snuggled against her, for the moment completely and utterly content with the world.
I drifted off to sleep with Gabi’s hands entwined in mine, and there were no more bad dreams.
Chapter Five
In the week that followed that electric night, I finally began to heal—completely heal. Thanks to Gabi, I’d done what I thought was impossible; put aside my grief and exist in spite of it. I learned a valuable lesson—that pain was only crippling when you let it be, and that it did not have to define me.
I felt more and more like my old self by the day.
I finally begin to accept the fact that Tina’s death was not completely my fault. That I had failed her as a friend was true; I’d have to live with that fact for the rest of my life. But I couldn’t hold myself responsible for all the terrible things
that happened in the world. All I could do was learn from my pain and swear to become the best possible person that I could, in honor of Tina.
But I feared for Gabi.
Not long after our night together, she called me to tell me that her parents had thrown away all of her liquor, and forbade her to buy more. I was secretly pleased; I didn’t like how much she drank, and suspected that she was using alcohol as a crutch. I thought that, without it, she could heal, too.
But she began to withdraw from me. Her phone calls became less frequent, and she stopped coming by to see me.
It frightened me.
One night I could stand it no longer, and I called her three times in a row. She didn’t answer either time.
A voice in my head nagged me, told me that something was wrong, terribly wrong. Fear bubbled up in my chest, and without hesitation I jumped in my car and tore down the road.
I tried to convince myself that maybe Gabi was just tired, or purposely ignoring me. As rain hit my windshield in little patters, I tried calling her again. No answer.
My fear escalated into full-blown panic. What would I do if anything happened to Gabi?
I whipped into her driveway. Her parents’ car was gone, but Gabi’s truck was there. She was home, then.
I pounded on the front door. “Gabi?” I called, trying to keep my voice from shaking. There was no reply, and I pounded harder. “Gabi! It’s me, open up!”
Nothing but silence.
I tried the doorknob, and to my surprise found it unlocked. I slipped inside, my heart pounding sickly in my chest.
“Gabi?”
The house was dark and silent, but a sliver of light was cast into the hallway. It was coming from the bathroom; the door was slightly ajar. I crept towards it, and it was like being in a nightmare; time seemed to slow down.
As I approached the door, the sharp smell of alcohol hit my nose like a punch, and I could hear someone sniffling.
“Gabi?” I whispered.
“Go away,” a weak, slurred voice answered.
I swallowed back my trepidation and swung the door open.
“Oh my God. Gabi!” In my panic, I shouted, and I rushed to her side.
She was sitting on the edge of the tub, wearing shorts that exposed her bare thighs. In one hand, she held a straight razor, dripping blood from the fresh cut on her leg. In the other hand she gripped a mostly-empty bottle of tequila.
Without thinking, I struck the razor from her hand. It clattered against the floor tiles, spraying tiny droplets of blood across them.
Her face crumpled, and she burst into loud, braying sobs. It broke my heart to see her in pain and to see her cry. I’d thought Gabi was so strong, but only now was I beginning to see the true depth of her pain.
I took her in my arms, shaking with my own tears, as she clutched me. She dropped the tequila bottle on the floor beside her. I took the opportunity to check the cut, which oozed dark drops of blood. I let out a shuddery sigh of relief; it didn’t seem too deep.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed against my shoulder.
“Why did you do it?” I said, tears coursing down my cheeks. “Why would you hurt yourself?”
“I just couldn’t take it anymore,” she gulped. She gestured at her bloody thighs. “This helps. I can’t explain why, but it does.”
It hurt me to see her in so much pain. In fact, it almost crippled me. I rocked her back and forth, and she clung to me like a drowning person clutching a life preserver. “You don’t understand,” she said. “You don’t know what it’s like, looking into a mirror and seeing your dead sister looking back at you.”
My eyes widened. I’d never really considered that. Fresh guilt hit me then. All this time, I’d only been thinking of myself. What sort of hell had it been like for Gabi?
“As long as I had the alcohol, I was okay,” she said in a rush. “I could keep it buried down inside of me. But it got harder and harder every day…” She gestured at the bottle on the ground. “I stole it from my parent’s cabinet. I broke the lock. They’re going to be so mad at me. But I started thinking about Tina again, and I couldn’t stop. I just couldn’t deal with it tonight.”
“I had no idea,” I whispered. “You should have called me!” I pulled away from her and gazed into her wet eyes. “Do you have any idea how terrified I am at the thought of losing you? You’re the only reason why I can bear to wake up in the morning anymore!”
Her eyes met mine. Surprise glinted in them. “Really?”
I took her face in my hands and kissed her gently. My heart pounded at what I was about to say, but I couldn’t keep it inside anymore. I had to tell her; she had to know what she meant to me. “I love you, Gabi,” I said, and I meant every word. “You’re my reason for living now.” Fresh tears spilled from her eyes, and I gently wiped them away. “Please don’t hurt yourself. You’re so beautiful, and strong. Tina would be so proud of you.” I kissed her again, slower and deeper this time. “You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m on this earth.”
She closed her eyes and lay her head on my shoulder. “I love you too,” she murmured back.
We clung to each other throughout the night, two survivors in their sea of pain finding comfort and solace in one another.
***
I sat her down at the kitchen table and carefully cleaned and bandaged her wound. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” I asked, concerned.
She shook her head. She was on her third cup of coffee, and she seemed to be sobering up. “No, I’m okay. Really. It doesn’t hurt much.” She grasped my hand. “Thank you,” she said sincerely. “Thank you for helping me. I feel okay, now that you’re here. I can hold on.”
I understood completely. It was the same way I felt.
She took a deep, shuddery sigh. “Connie, I’m done drinking. My parents were right; all it did was cover up the pain.” The firm resolution in her eyes reassured me. “It’ll be hard to face it head-on, but I can do it as long as you’re with me.”
I held her hand tighter. “I’m so proud of you. And I’ll always be here for you. That’s a promise.”
I led her to her bedroom and slipped her in between the sheets. She leaned against the pillow and closed her eyes, but as I turned to leave, she whispered, “Stay with me.”
How could I not?
I crawled into bed beside her, and when she kissed me, I took charge.
It was my turn to make her forget.
I brushed her hair away from her beautiful face and kissed her, slowly and thoroughly, my tongue sweeping gentle circles across her lush, full lower lip. She sighed with pleasure as our tongues danced slowly together.
My heart raced with newly-awakened greed as I slipped her shirt up slightly, exposing her flat stomach. I dipped my head down and swirled my tongue around her navel before moving down to her hips and tracing a line across her warm skin just above the fabric of her shorts.
Her breath caught. God, I loved having this effect on her. It drove me wild.
I gripped her shorts and pulled them down her hips, moving my mouth down to the top of her black panties, brushing my lips against her hot skin. I gripped her panties with my teeth and pulled them down ever so slightly, exposing just a hint of her hidden treasure. I slipped my tongue across her skin, but moved back up before I went any further down.
It was her turn to beg now.
“Oh, no,” I whispered, pleased to hear her whimper and moan. “Not yet.”
My lips trailed up, across her navel and slowly up to her abdomen before pushing her shirt all the way up, letting her firm, perfect breasts spring free from their cloth prison. Blazing, swirling heat gathered in my lower belly, and I swallowed. God, she was so perfect. I wanted to take her now, make her mine, make her cry out with the force of her sweet release.
But I forced myself to go slow, to tease her a little first. I wanted to give her the night of her life. Maybe I could show her that the world was so much more than pain and s
orrow.
I sucked lightly on her hard, swollen nipples, one after the other, and she squealed with delight. My tongue swirled and flicked, and Gabi arched her back, thrusting them deeper into my mouth.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I tugged the hard peak gently with my teeth one last time before moving down. Her thighs parted for me eagerly as, with trembling hands, I slipped her panties down her shaking thighs, being very careful to avoid her bandage.
I wanted nothing more than to taste her, but I restrained myself—barely. First I kissed the flesh around the white bandage softly and gently. “You have to promise me to never hurt yourself again,” I murmured against her skin. “Promise me, or I won’t go up.”
“I promise,” she whimpered.
My lips curved in a smile against her skin. It was good enough for me.
I kissed my way up her soft thigh, and she tossed her hips, both of us trembling with anticipation.
My tongue parted her slick, smooth lips, and she cried out with pure pleasure. I darted my tongue in between them, tasting her hot, sweet juices. Good God, she tasted heavenly!
I slipped my tongue across the hard bump near the top. It was swollen, evidence of her desire, and I slid my tongue in slow, deliberate circles. She trembled and wrapped her hands in my hair, pulling me closer.
I darted my tongue across it faster, enticing it, drawing out her pleasure. My fingers drifted down and swirled in her slick wetness, and when I slipped two fingers inside her tight, wet passage, she bit her lip and squealed with delight.
She gasped as I slid my fingers back and forth inside her, savoring how wet and tight she felt around me.
I withdrew my fingers, and as if on cue, her trembling hands flew to the waistband of my jeans. “Connie, please,” she moaned. “Please, I want to touch you.”
How could I say no to that?
Her shaking fingers fumbled with the snap of my jeans, and she finally got them off, sliding them urgently down my legs. I kicked them off, and Gabi yanked frantically at my hot, soaked panties. Something about her urgency enflamed my desire.
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