Abigail placed her mouth against Tish’s pussy and started to slowly lap it. She licked from the base of Tish’s pussy all the way up to her clit, carefully and with apprehension, a slight sense of worry that she wouldn’t know well enough how to please her friend. With her finger she prodded into Tish’s pink hole, moist and throbbing, and as she grew more assured in her exploration she slipped her entire finger deep inside of Tish. Abigail now focused her sucking on Tish’s clit, enjoying the moisture that was dripping from Tish’s pussy.
“That’s great, Abs,” said Tish, letting her face fall over to one side. “That feels really fucking nice.”
“Your pussy is beautiful,” said Abigail, between licks. “You’re so pink.”
“Why don’t you flip around so I can see yours?” said Tish.
“What do you mean?” said Abigail, lifting her head up to look at her friend.
“Let’s 69,” said Tish. “I wanna lick you too.”
“Okay,” said Abigail, some nervousness in her voice. “Be gentle with me.”
Abigail crawled up the length of Tish’s body and then flipped around, repositioning her face into Tish’s crotch while Tish eagerly grabbed onto Abigail’s ass cheeks and pulled her mouth up into her pussy. Abigail immediately felt Tish’s tongue licking between her pussy lips, lapping at it enthusiastically, and this prompted Abigail to mirror Tish’s passion by diving back into Tish’s pussy tongue first.
As she thought about this intensity that was taking place, Abigail grew even wetter when she considered her beautiful friend. Tish was stunning, her creamy mocha skin, her curly long black hair, her wide brown eyes and her shapely ass. As Abigail thought of Tish’s ass, she reached out and placed her hands on it against the sheets, just as Tish had her hands on Abigail’s ass, and Abigail squeezed, using her grip on Tish’s behind to stabilize her and her suckling of Tish’s pussy.
“Your pussy is so soft,” moaned Tish into Abigail’s aching pussy lips. She pulled a hand around from Abigail’s ass and quickly pushed a finger inside of Abigail. This caused Abigail to writhe and buck her hips, moaning as the length of Tish’s finger penetrated her.
Abigail was having trouble thinking, collapsing now on top of Tish, and rather than eating Tish out she simply had her lips resting against Tish’s pussy as Tish pleasured her from the back. Tish’s finger adroitly slipped in and out of Abigail, while her tongue focused on Abigail’s taint and occasionally moved up to lick at her asshole.
Abigail began to see stars flickering. While normal, not lust-drunk Abigail might balk at having her asshole licked, lust intoxicated Abigail just accepted the pleasure that was being doled out behind her. Her mouth hung open as she rested against Tish’s pussy lips, a soft bead of drool slipping out and seeping into Tish’s pubes.
“That’s wild,” mused Abigail, light-headed and tingly.
“Babe,” said Tish. “Scoot down a bit and let me get behind you.”
Abigail mindlessly followed Tish’s orders. She scooted further down the bed and laid out, face down against the sheets, ass up in the air, arms splayed out. Tish sat up on her knees and got behind Abigail, pushing her face into Abigail’s pussy and fucking her with her tongue. Her hand reached under and found Abigail’s clit, and she massaged it firmly and speedily, applying a nice forceful pressure.
As Tish lapped up her friend’s sopping wet pussy, fervidly slurping up the creamy grool that slid out, she reveled in Abigail’s hairless softness against her face. She would occasionally break from licking and simply rub her cheek against Abigail’s moist lips. With one hand still manipulating Abigail’s clit, Tish brought her other hand up to Abigail’s ass and gently rubbed her pulsing asshole, attacking her with a trifecta of pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” moaned Abigail into the sheets. “That feels incredible.” There was no judgment in Abigail’s mind. When at first she felt somewhat nervous about this encounter, never considering being with another girl, all of that melted away and gender no longer seemed to matter. All that remained were two best friends and the sexual pleasure they could grant one another.
Tish came up for air, sitting up behind Abigail now, and quickly pushed two fingers inside of Abigail’s pussy, thrusting them hurriedly and forcefully, the sounds of slippery penetration emanating from the action. With each thrust Abigail cried out a whimper, and she reached her hands out to grip onto the sheets as though she was going to be fucked right off the bed. Tish gracefully prodded at Abigail’s asshole with her other hand, the entire area moist with Abigail’s juices, and slowly Abigail’s hole dilated just enough for Tish to slip her fingertip inside.
“Augh!” called out Abigail, panting heavily. She could feel her heart thumping boisterously.
“Does that feel all right?” moaned Tish softly.
Abigail nodded her head emphatically into the sheets, enjoying the double penetration behind her but barely able to comprehend what was happening.
Fingers flying, Tish maintained a steady and firm rhythm of penetrating Abigail’s pussy with her middle and forefingers. Abigail was impossibly wet, a milky white lubricant splashed out of her pussy and coated Tish’s fucking fingers, while Tish maneuvered her other finger slowly inside of Abigail’s asshole, petting it tenderly. Abigail’s hips lifted and dropped with each thrust, her pussy contracting and squeezing, and her back arching and relaxing.
Abigail felt herself growing flush suddenly, her skin steamy and reddening, and it started to become difficult to breath.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” cried out Abigail, bucking her hips up unexpectedly and fiercely. Tish removed her finger from Abigail’s ass and then her other fingers from her pussy. As she pulled these penetrators back, Abigail’s rear and legs started to very visually quiver, her body shaking uncontrollably. Abigail’s pussy was pulsing harder than she’d ever felt it, and as the contractions swiftly intensified she began to squirt a thin spray of ejaculate from her insides. Squeeze, spray, squeeze, spray.
Abigail buckled her rear side down to the bed, her body quaking, and she could feel her thighs totally soaked as they pressed together. Tears of joyful exhaustion cried down from her eyes, the powerful electricity of orgasm coursing through her entire being. She felt a few aftershocks and each aftershock brought with it a hip thrust and more squirting wetness.
“Fuck,” moaned Abigail. “Oh, fuck, I’m so drenched.” She reached between her legs to feel the moisture and rubbed herself coolly.
“Wow,” exclaimed Tish, grinning, and climbing up the length of Abigail’s body. “I didn’t know you squirted.”
“Neither did I,” said Abigail, her face buried into the sheets, eyes clenched closed, her heart and breath racing.
Tish laid next to Abigail and wrapped her arms around her.
“That was pretty awesome,” said Tish, nuzzling her nose against Abigail’s. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Thank you,” said Abigail. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“I loved pleasuring you,” said Tish. “It just felt… natural.”
“I wanna do you, too,” said Abigail. “But fuck, I can barely move right now. I’m still feeling little orgasm aftershocks.”
“That’s okay,” said Tish. She gently pushed her lips against Abigail’s, giving her an affectionate kiss. “We’ve got an entire weekend here to play with each other.”
Abigail embraced Tish and Tish eagerly returned the hug. The two friends laid there together, naked and wet and fulfilled, joyful that they had explored one another and gotten closer in their relationship. Both of them tingled at the thought of the other, not just because it was their first time being with another girl but they also both immensely loved the differences between their bodies. It was like exploring somebody completely different yet exactly the same.
They both smiled as they cradled one another, their hearts and breaths slowing and getting into sync. As they both gently became lulled to a calming daze, they thought only about the other person and the sexual escapades that were now open to them.
Their warm bodies, tacky with sweat, mingled together. In this moment, they both felt furiously and unconditionally loved.
MANDY'S BEST FRIEND
*
MANDY STOOD IN front of her mirror, checking herself out from various angles. She turned to the side and admired the curve of her breasts and her butt. Fluffing her blonde hair, she flipped it in front of her shoulders and then behind. She stuck her little belly out and then sucked it in.
She felt… not right.
It had been a year since she graduated and aside from working her waitressing job, she had very little to show for her time spent. She hadn’t even had a serious boyfriend. It was like it was a completely lost year. Something misplaced. Something wasted. She was 19, but it didn’t feel like a well-lived youth.
And now Alexa was coming back from college. What could Mandy say to her? Would she even have time for Mandy? Would Alexa even want to hang out again?
Mandy regretted in that moment not following Alexa to college. She felt alone and adrift, starring at herself in the mirror, wishing she were someone else.
Ambling over to her bed, Mandy crumbled down onto the end of it and picked up her phone. She scrolled through her text messages and found the last time she and Alexa had texted, just two weeks prior.
“Can’t wait to see u!” said Alexa’s text.
Mandy scrolled through their conversation and meditated on her friend. Alexa was so passionate, kind, and strong. And beautiful. They had been best friends throughout high school, but once they graduated and Alexa went off to college, they had begun to grow apart. At first they talked on the phone weekly, but after a couple of months Alexa was less available, busy instead with her new friends at college.
The whole thing made Mandy feel deserted.
Now it was like she didn’t have anybody. Everybody was off doing their own thing, living their own lives. Mandy was friendly with a couple of the girls at the restaurant, but it wasn’t a real friendship. It wasn’t like what she had with Alexa.
Looking at her phone, on the text conversation with Alexa, she began to type.
“Hey babe – u home yet???” she wrote. Mandy hesitated for a moment, took a breath, and hit send.
After the text sent, Mandy watched the text conversation screen intently. She slumped her shoulders as she waited. Then, suddenly, the ellipsis appeared to indicate that Alexa was typing. Mandy smiled and sat up, watching the phone closely, waiting for Alexa’s message to come through.
“YES!” Alexa’s message said. Then the ellipsis appeared and Mandy waited. “Got mom’s car – u free 2nite?”
Mandy fell back in her bed, smiling, and kicked her legs in the air just a little bit. She felt as though she had a friend again. Holding her phone up in the air and writing, she and Alexa made plans to hang later on after dinner. Mandy stood up on her bed and jumped a few times, finally then leaping off the bed to look in the mirror again.
She smiled to herself and felt dizzy with excitement.
*
Mandy waited on her front porch, sitting down on the wooden step, wearing khaki short shorts and a white tank top tucked in, her long blonde hair in a single braid. The warm June evening air blew over her and made her feel alive. Early summer was her favorite season. Everything seemed possible and free and open.
The anticipation over Alexa’s arrival was killing her. She felt so excited, elated, brimming with happiness for her friend’s return. A homecoming after a long voyage. Surely Alexa will have changed, Mandy thought. A year at college can do a lot to a person. Open her up to new things, new sights, new ideas. Mandy hoped that she wouldn’t bore Alexa too much. Her excitement turned to anxiety, but then quickly shifted back as a car pulled into her driveway, the headlights cutting through the dwindling orange light of the summer evening.
Mandy popped up and ran to the car, now idling at the end of the walkway, and poked her head into the window.
“Alexa!” she exclaimed.
“Hey girl,” said Alexa, smiling back at her. “Get your butt in here.”
Pulling the door open, Mandy hopped inside the car, and quickly closed the door behind her. She leaned over the middle console and hugged Alexa, who returned her hug with her right arm, keeping her left hand on the steeling wheel.
Alexa was so sweetly pretty. She had light brown hair that looked almost reddish in certain lights, with big brown eyes to match. Under her eyes were a smattering of freckles, freckles that came out all the more as her skin grew sun-kissed with summer’s passing. Alexa had a small button nose and thin lips, her face as a whole oval-shaped yet slight.
“Let me take you in,” said Mandy, gazing lovingly at her friend. Alexa wore short and thin track shorts, black with a white stripe down the side. Like Mandy, Alexa wore a tank top, light blue with a racerback to give her a sleek, athletic look. She wore nothing on feet, her thin and aged flip flops rested on the floor of the passenger seat.
“It’s so good to see you,” said Alexa. “I missed you.” She made a kissy face and smiled.
“So where are we going?” asked Mandy, putting her seatbelt on and sitting back.
“Let’s go to the quarry cliff and catch up,” said Alexa, engaging the car in reverse. She slowly backed out of Mandy’s driveway.
“That sounds great,” said Mandy. She put her hand on Alexa’s bare leg and smiled at her. “I’m so glad you’re back, Alexa.”
“Me too,” said Alexa. “Let’s go.” She shifted the car to drive and took off down the street.
*
The night had grown darker, but the moon offered a great view of the quarry below. Various yellow trucks and cranes were strewn about the landscape, working together by day to dig into the large hill yet looking abandoned and lonely by night. Mandy and Alexa sat on a picnic table near the edge of the cliff, Alexa with a rolling paper in one hand and a sachet of tobacco resting in her lap.
Alexa skillfully filled the paper with tobacco and put in a small folded piece of cardboard that she ripped from the rolling paper box, using it as a little makeshift filter. She rolled the cigarette by hand, ran her tongue along the side, and patted the moist paper down against itself. Smoothing it over a few times, she handed it to Mandy with a little black lighter.
“Thank you,” said Mandy, sticking the cigarette in her mouth and lighting it. “I haven’t really smoked since you left. It’s nice to have a rollie.”
“I know,” said Alexa. “I love smoking rollies.”
Mandy took a drag and exhaled slowly, the smoke disappearing into the night sky.
“So what have you been up to?” asked Alexa. “It’s like we don’t talk much anymore.”
“Not so much,” admitted Mandy. “Just working a bit. It’s been kinda lonely lately.” She passed the rollie cigarette to Alexa, who took it and put it between her own lips to take a drag.
“That sucks,” said Alexa, exhaling. “Who’ve you been hanging out with?”
“Nobody really,” said Mandy. “I’ve been a homebody lately.”
“Well, I’m glad I could get you out of the house,” said Alexa, smiling at Mandy. “Sit closer to me,” she said. Mandy scooted next to Alexa on the picnic table, their bare legs touching. Mandy could feel the humidity on Alexa’s skin.
“I’m glad we could get together, too,” said Mandy, wrapping her arm around her friend’s waist. “I admit, I’ve been lonely since you left.”
“I’m here now,” said Alexa, taking another drag on the cigarette and passing it to Mandy. “Forget all that loneliness.”
“I was just worried you’d gone off, made new friends, done new stuff, and would have forgotten about me,” said Mandy, fingering the cigarette now and looking down.
“It’s a beautiful summer night, we’re sitting up here alone on the quarry cliff, we’re back together,” said Alexa. “There’s no need to worry.” Alexa leaned over and kissed her friend’s cheek sweetly.
Mandy felt Alexa’s lips linger for a moment, the imprint of her lips leaving a mo
ist coolness after she pulled back. She sensed a weirdness inside of herself, a longing, something brimming and tingling.
“I know,” said Mandy. “Thank you.” She leaned her head on Alexa’s shoulder and Alexa kissed the top of her head.
Alexa took the last puff from the rollie and tossed it off into the dirt. With her arm around Mandy’s shoulders, she gently pet Mandy’s arm.
“College is good,” said Alexa. “But I don’t have any friends up there as good as you.”
“Really?” said Mandy, lifting her head up and looking at her friend.
“Really,” said Alexa. “I thought about you a lot. I know we haven’t talked much recently, but college has kept me busy. That doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about you.”
Mandy smiled and looked into her friend’s eyes. Alexa gazed back. Then, slowly, Alexa leaned in and pushed her lips softly against Mandy’s lips. Mandy returned the kiss for the slightest moment and then suddenly pulled back.
“Wait, what?” said Mandy, now wearing a confused expression on her face.
“It’s okay,” said Alexa. “I’m sorry. I just missed you is all.”
“Did you just kiss me?” said Mandy, recoiling slightly from her friend.
“Yes,” said Alexa. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right,” said Mandy. “I’m confused.”
“We were having such a nice moment,” said Alexa. “It just felt right, you know?”
“Have you done that before?” said Mandy, shifting away from Alexa on the picnic table, turning to face her.
“What do you mean?” said Alexa, now beginning to roll another cigarette.
“I mean, have you kissed a girl?” said Mandy.
“Well,” started Alexa. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve experimented some at college. It’s nice.”
“What did you do?” asked Mandy.
“My friend Terisa and I,” started Alexa. “We spent sometime together. We made out, we fingered each other, went down on each other.”
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