“So do you,” said Nadia, pressing against Adele now, feeling herself begin to grow slightly sweaty with the heat of Adele’s body next to hers.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” asked Adele.
“No,” said Nadia.
“Neither have I,” said Adele. “But I like this.”
“Me too,” said Nadia.
With her hands stuffed into Nadia’s flannel pants, Adele stretched out the elastic band at the top of the pants and slowly slid them down over Nadia’s hips and ass, revealing her nakedness underneath. Nadia could feel a welcomed chill as Adele did this, her pussy moistening at Adele’s touch and their fervent kissing. She moaned quietly as Adele’s hands crept back up to her ass cheeks.
Reaching one hand around, Adele slid her fingers between Nadia’s thighs, her fingertips trailing over Nadia’s pussy lips and her palm cupping the furry mound up front. She rocked her hand back and forth, gently massaging Nadia’s womanhood, small trickles of wetness sliding out from between Nadia’s aching labia.
“Do you like this?” whispered Adele. “You can tell me to stop if you want.”
“No,” said Nadia. “Don’t stop.”
Adele slid two fingers between Nadia’s pussy lips, tracing them upwards toward Nadia’s clit, the lubricating wetness coming from Nadia helping in the movements. As Adele continued this passionate fondling, the two young friends continued to ardently kiss each other, their hot breath mingling and their faces both growing sweatier.
Nadia could feel herself becoming even more aroused, Adele’s pressured petting down below sending tingles through Nadia’s body and clouding her mind with lusty musings that she had never sensed before. With her arms around Adele, Nadia held her friend tightly to not only be closer to her but to also stabilize herself.
“Touch me, too,” said Adele against Nadia’s lips.
“Okay,” said Nadia nervously.
Nadia moved one of her hands down into the elastic of Adele’s pants and brought it around to the front. She tenderly combed her fingernails through Adele’s short hair, lightly scratching Adele’s skin. Adele squirmed as Nadia did this, but she did not stop her wet stroking of Nadia’s pussy. Nadia then moved her fingers down further, between Adele’s legs now, and mimicked Adele’s movements. She pressed her fingers between Adele’s lips and rubbed upwards, each rub landing on Adele’s clit before doing it all over again.
Cautiously and slow, Adele eased her fingers between Nadia’s lips and pushed them into her moist hole. Nadia bucked her hips back with Adele’s motion, emitting a long low sigh as the pleasure intensified. Without realizing it, Nadia’s own fingers stopped their caressing of Adele’s pussy, instead settling warmly and wet against Adele’s clit.
Adele pushed her fingers inside of Nadia, slowly pulled them out, pushed them in, pulled them out. Her movements were steadied and calculated. Nadia’s pussy throbbed, easily allowing the penetration but gripping against Adele’s fingers as she pulled them out, wanting desperately to keep them inside. As Adele thrust her fingers into Nadia, her palm rested against Nadia’s clit and mound and Nadia rubbed herself against the warmth of Adele’s hand.
Recognizing now that she was denying her friend attention, Nadia started to rub Adele’s clit in small, firm circles. Occasionally she would dip her fingers between Adele’s lips to gather some wetness, but soon returned to her clit. The soft pink flesh between Adele’s legs was clammy and moist, both girls feeling heated and stimulated and wet.
Nadia’s mind raced and her breath quickened. She dwelled simply on pleasuring her friend as she herself was becoming intensely pleasured. In her head, all she could think about was how much she loved this moment, this scene, this wonderful experience. It was insane, she thought. She was fingering another girl. But it was so perfect and there was no confusion. As Nadia heated further still, aching with desire and feeling herself close in on the ultimate ledge of pleasure, she redoubled her efforts against Adele’s clit, confidently pressing it as she fondled.
Adele noticed Nadia’s impassioned increase of attention and she followed, speedily piercing her fingers into Nadia’s pussy, her moist palm continuously bumping up against Nadia’s clit. Both girls moaned and panted, no longer kissing but resting their foreheads against each other. Almost in unison their hips grinded back and forth, they were sweaty with lust, and between their humid thighs they eagerly pleasured each other.
Suddenly Adele pulled her head back from Nadia’s and started to squeal with each pant of breath, her mouth dropping open, her hips thrusting even harder. She shook her head and squinted her eyes, a tear streaking down from one side. Nadia watched her friend as this happened, the pleasure obvious on her face and in her motions. She knew Adele was coming and the excitement of leading her friend to orgasm aroused Nadia so much that she too felt herself begin to come.
“Augh!” called out Adele, her thrusting into Nadia ceasing though her fingers remained inside. Her other hand gripped Nadia’s arm tightly. Adele’s body trembled and she held it tightly against Nadia, her quakes transferring over to Nadia. Nadia began to shake with Adele.
Nadia moaned with each breath and she felt her mind empty. She too held herself against her friend and the two girls sighed and panted and writhed together, rubbing up against one another uncontrollably. Both girls removed their hands from between one another’s legs and simply held each other securely, rocking back and forth, sweaty and sticky and effervescent as they galloped through climax.
“Oh God,” exclaimed Nadia, burying her face into Adele’s shoulder. She kissed Adele’s neck lightly as the two friends hugged each other. Nadia’s flannel pants still hung half way down her legs, her pussy moist and pulsing, her hole gripping and releasing for something that was no longer inside of it. She could feel phantom penetrations.
As they lay there in each other’s arms, both Adele and Nadia felt relaxed and fulfilled, safe and loved. They cradled each other sweetly, nuzzling their faces into each other’s necks, both with a wide smile plastered over their faces. Nadia was bubbling over in her mind, entranced and in love, so completely contented by her friend’s pleasuring. She could not even consider any puzzlement or taboo at what they had just done. No terminology came to her mind. Instead, she just felt happy.
“Thank you,” whispered Nadia, her lips softly pushing against Adele’s ear. Adele moaned a muted, joyful sound and she snuggled deeper into her friend’s embrace.
Nadia began to drift to sleep, her thoughts only of Adele, delight spread across her damp, tired face.
RICH GIRLS NO 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 th
ey 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 various 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 panties 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 lock
ed 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.
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