“We could even call it licking my finish line,” said Riley in jest, snickering and holding her hand over her mouth.
“Riley!” said Heather, giving Riley’s pussy a light smack. “That makes me feel so embarrassed!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” said Riley, reaching out and gripping onto Heather’s arm.
Heather shook her head as Riley grinned back at her. Taking a deep breath, Heather scooted down the length of Riley’s body, crawling down the bed, and settled in near Riley’s hips. As Heather did this, Riley moved her ass up the bed a little, raising her knees up off the bed and her feet in toward her ass. She spread her legs out and revealed her completely shaven pussy for Heather to see.
“You’re so beautiful,” mused Heather, tracing her finger up and down Riley’s wet lips. “You’re so smooth.”
“Thank the lady who waxes me,” said Riley with a laugh.
“I mean, even your ass is hairless,” said Heather, moving her finger down below Riley’s pussy, over her taint, and grazed her fingertip over Riley’s puckered asshole.
“Mmm,” moaned Riley softly. “That feels nice.”
“Have you ever had someone touch you there before?” asked Heather.
“Just my waxing lady,” said Riley, closing her eyes and tossing her head to the side.
Heather lowered her face down between Riley’s spread legs, closing in on Riley’s womanhood. With her finger she lightly rubbed Riley’s wetness into her clit, tracing a slow circle around it. She then took her finger off of Riley’s clit and leaned her face in, running her tongue up over it.
“Oh!” exclaimed Riley. She bristled in her lying position, rubbing her upper arms with her hands crossed over her body.
Heather could fell her heart pounding incessantly as she licked her tongue between Riley’s wanting pussy lips, the tip of her tongue touching Riley’s hole, running upwards, then flicking at her clit. She couldn’t believe that she and her best friend were doing this together. But she did not question it, rather she felt joy brimming up inside of her and she decided to simply live this moment as it was playing out.
“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 eager 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.
BLACK & WHITE LUSTY DESIRES
*
TISH AND ABIGAIL pulled into the beach parking lot in Abigail’s old beater Mercedes, a car that was made before either of the two 18-year-olds were born and once belonged to Abigail’s grandparents. The dusty blue car had its top down and the girls wore bikini tops, shorts, and sunglasses. It was an amazingly beautiful summer Friday, and the girls had skipped town early to get to the beach before it filled up.
“I am so glad we could get away from college for a weekend,” said Tish, fussing with her long, black hair, wavy and striking, abounding in kinky curls. Her hair was back in a ponytail, and as Abigail pointed the car into a parking spot Tish removed the tie from her hair to let her large tresses tumble over her shoulders.
“Hell yeah,” agreed Abigail. “Studying for finals has got me stressed out. Let’s forget about all that for the weekend and just have fun.”
Stepping out of the car and taking their beach totes from the backseat, the girls slinked over to the wooden staircase that lead down to the beach. When they arrived at the staircase, they both kicked off their flip-flops and picked them up, proceeding down the steps toward their day of fun.
“Wow,” mused Tish, looking out at the magnificent sandy beach in front of her and the vast expanse of water beyond. They were gazing out at Lake Michigan, one of the most sublime of all fresh water lakes.
“Not bad, eh?” said Abigail devilishly.
“How did you find this place?” said Tish.
“My grandparents used to have a cottage up here in Wisconsin,” Abigail said. “We came here a lot when I was younger.”
“Jeez,” said Tish. “It’s a far cry from the beaches down in Chicago.”
“Tell me about it!” said Abigail, dropping her bag to the sand and beginning to spread her towel out. Tish followed her lead and did the same.
The two girls had grown close while studying at the University of
Chicago. They lived in the same dorm and became fast friends. Tish was from the city, while Abigail grew up out in the suburbs. With their freshman year coming to a close, they had talked about figuring out a way to live together through the break so Tish could show Abigail what a great place Chicago was in the summertime.
Tish squirted a blob of sunblock into her palms, rubbed them together, and started to massage the lotion onto Abigail’s back. She moved over Abigail’s arms and shoulders, helping her friend in the places she could not reach. Once Tish was finished, Abigail did the same to her, helping to cover Tish’s light brown back in sunblock.
“Tish,” said Abigail. “I’ve got a weird question for you.”
“Shoot,” said Tish.
“Does your skin ever burn?” Abigail asked. “I’ve just heard that black people don’t really ever burn.”
Tish laughed and smacked Abigail on the thigh.
“You’re funny,” said Tish.
“That’s not racist, is it?” said Abigail sheepishly.
Tish laughed again and hugged her friend. Abigail returned Tish’s hug tightly, she too lightly laughing.
“No,” said Tish. “I don’t really burn. But my brother actually burned one time in the Bahamas and since then I always put on a bit of sunscreen. Just to be safe.”
“I’m envious,” said Abigail. “I burn like crazy. I wish I could get a good tan, but it’s always uneven and red. Bleh!”
“Baby, you’re beautiful,” said Tish. “Who cares? We can’t change who we are.”
“You’re the beautiful one,” said Abigail. “Your brown skin, all that curly hair. You’re a knockout!”
Tish smiled and knocked her shoulder lovingly into Abigail’s shoulder. The two girls looked at each other, grinning and happy, both feeling great as the warm summer sun shone down on them.
“This is really nice,” said Tish. “Thanks for bringing me up here. I can’t believe this beach is so empty right now!” She looked around the beach, only seeing a handful of people much further down the way. It was as though they were sunbathing on their own private beach.
“I’ve got an idea,” said Abigail, smiling mischievously at Tish. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then she quickly reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. Sliding the bikini off, she dangled it in front of Tish teasingly and then dropped it to her towel. Abigail had two perky, small breasts, the skin on her tits much lighter than the skin on the rest of her chest that was more frequently exposed to the sun.
“You’re bad,” said Tish, laughing. She too removed her top and exposed her breasts to the sun. Wiggling her breasts at Abigail, each punctuated with a puffy dark nipple, she giggled and picked up the sunblock, smoothing it over her chest. When she finished her own chest, she quickly squirted another gob into her hands and lunged at Abigail, groping Abigail’s small tits and rubbing the lotion all over them.
“Ah!” squealed Abigail, falling backwards and wrestling with Tish. Tish smothered Abigail’s chest in the sunblock, fondling a breast with each hand. Once done, Tish popped up off of Abigail and rubbed her hands together, laughing maniacally, manipulating the remnant lotion into her own hands and lower arms.
“You’ve taken advantage of me!” quipped Abigail, dramatically putting the back of her hand to her forehead and tossing her head back. “I’ve been molested!”
“Girl,” said Tish, stifling a giggle through a wide grin. “That wasn’t anything yet!”
“Oh yeah?” said Abigail. She swiftly reached out, pinched Tish’s nipple, and retracted her hand just as quickly.
“Ow!” exclaimed Tish, smacking Abigail on the thigh. “You’re asking for it!”
“You started it,” said Abigail, cracking up now.
After a few moments of laughing the girls settled down and laid back on their towels, returning to their sunbathing with bare chests aimed upwards at the sky. They both wore only sunglasses and bikini bottoms, confident that they wouldn’t be seen on such an empty beach at this time of day. They felt liberated and calm, relaxed and free. It was, after all, an incredibly gorgeous summer day and they each were getting to spend it beachside with their favorite new friend.
*
Abigail laid on the bed on her stomach, completely naked, an obvious tan-line where her bikini bottoms had been. She thumbed through a magazine, kicking her feet up, waiting for Tish to get out of the shower. Abigail was already shower-fresh, her skin slightly damp and her brown hair wet, combed straight down her back.
The bathroom door popped open and Tish emerged from the steam, her body long and lithe and nude. Abigail looked back to her and smiled, watching as Tish stepped closer to the bed.
“That shower was awesome,” said Tish. “This little cabin you found is great.”
“Yeah, isn’t it?” said Abigail. “And we’ve got it for the whole weekend. Right near the beach!”
“Looks like you got that tan you were going for,” said Tish, approaching Abigail and lightly smacking her white ass. “Maybe tomorrow we’ll sunbathe totally naked so you can get some color on your rump.”
Abigail laughed and flipped over, sitting cross-legged now on the bed as her friend stood near.
“And you’re the same beautiful color you always are,” said Abigail, admiring Tish’s nude body.
“I got a little more color,” said Tish, looking down at herself. “But I guess it’s not too noticeable.”
“Wow,” said Abigail, looking down between Tish’s legs. Her pubic hair was short and manicured with tight black curls. “Your pubes are lovely.”
“What?” said Tish, following Abigail’s eyes down. “Oh yeah. Thanks!” Tish reached down and ran her fingers through her crimped fur.
“I shave mine all off,” said Abigail, opening her legs up slightly to allow Tish to look at her completely shaven mound.
“That’s pretty hot,” said Tish, inspecting Abigail’s presentation. “I like having a little hair down there, personally.”
“Can I touch yours?” said Abigail, scooting closer to the edge of the bed.
“Sure,” said Tish. Standing still, she rested her knees against the side of the bed and thrust her pelvis out for Abigail.
Abigail reached out and ran her fingers along Tish’s short hair, feeling the crinkly coarseness. She could just barely see Tish’s slit through the black hair and Abigail tilted her head slightly to catch a glimpse of Tish’s pussy.
Then Abigail stuck her forefinger out and ran it softly up the length of Tish’s slit, moving slow and cautiously, and looking up to Tish’s face to see her expression.
“Is this weird?” said Abigail thoughtfully.
“No,” said Tish. “It’s okay.” Tish leaned forward and moved up onto the bed, on her knees and close to Abigail.
Abigail too hopped up on her knees and closed in on Tish, her finger still gingerly exploring between Tish’s legs. She put her other hand on Tish’s hip and held it lightly. Both girls felt their heart rates increase as they were really beginning to enjoy what was happening.
Placing her hands on Abigail’s shoulders, Tish leaned in gradually and carefully pushed her lips against Abigail’s, both girls still damp from showers with skin glistening. They shared a soft, tender kiss, while Abigail’s single finger traced up and down Tish’s pussy, feeling the gentle slit where her lips parted.
“What are we doing?” said Abigail, pulling away just slightly from their kiss, Tish advancing still and kissing around Abigail’s mouth and cheek.
“I don’t know,” said Tish, in almost a whisper. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I,” said Abigail. “It feels nice, though.”
“Mm hmm,” said Tish, her kissing growing more passionate against Abigail’s mouth. Abigail could feel Tish’s pussy moistening and her finger easily slid between Tish’s lips, continuing to rub it back and forth against Tish’s wet flesh.
“Am I doing this okay?” asked Abigail. Her finger tracked through Ti
sh’s wetness, probing and exploring. “I’ve only ever touched my own pussy.”
“Yeah,” said Tish, moving her face down to kiss Abigail’s neck. “It feels really good.” Tish’s hands slid down from Abigail’s shoulders and cupped her breasts, softly squeezing and stroking them between her fingers. Abigail tossed her head back and moaned quiet and low, arching her back to give Tish greater access.
“My heart’s beating out of my chest,” admitted Abigail, laughing just a little to steady her nerves. “Oh God, I’m so attracted to you right now, Tish.”
“Do you wanna try and go a little further?” asked Tish, grinning from the pleasure that Abigail was giving her down below.
“Yes,” said Abigail. “What should we do?”
Tish pulled back from their embrace and laid out on the bed. She positioned herself comfortably against the pillows, planting her feet on the bed with her knees up and she spread her legs. Reaching down, she started to rub her clit slowly, warming herself up, and invited Abigail closer with her other hand. Tish spread her lips open slightly, revealing a bright pinkness contrasting with her brown skin.
Wary yet knowing what to do, Abigail leaned down in between Tish’s legs and approached her vulva. She watched as Tish fondled her own clit, admiring the technique, seeing the growing moistness coming from between her lips, and feeling a great sense of wanting to please brewing deep inside of her.
Abigail reached out with her finger and took over from Tish’s fondling, her own finger beginning to draw concentric circles over the hood of Tish’s clit, massaging the folds of her pussy, and feeling herself grow wetter between her own legs. Tish moaned confidently as Abigail took over and she raised both arms over her head, spread her legs wider, and let her friend have control.
“Why don’t you kiss it?” suggested Tish, her ass squirming slightly into the bed sheets.
“Okay,” said Abigail with some trepidation. “Tell me if I’m not doing it right.”
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