A Bit Of A Girl Crush

by Anette Stern

  Serena was naked, water streaming over her smooth tanned skin, dripping from her perfect nipples and down her smooth belly and over her perfectly shaven pussy. I wonder what it tastes like.

  I wonder if she’ll hate me.

  Katie let out a breath. “We can do that drink thing.” Stupid. Why would I say such a thing? Say something smarter. Sexier.

  “Oh yeah! Okay. Bring your arm up in front of you and hold your glass up in front of your face.” She did, and Serena looped her arm through Kate’s. Ahh, now it makes sense. “Okay, down in one. Ready…. Go!”

  Katie threw her head back, drinking the moscato in one gulp. It was light, fruity and bubbly, the taste of sweetness and air, and went down easier than any Chardonnay or Pinot Grigio she had ever sampled. It was pleasure, pure and clean, the taste of the wine and the warm water coursing over her body, over her skin, and her best friend naked with her…

  She finished her glass at the same time Serena did, their arms still locked together, and a moment of silence passed between them.

  “What do they do next?” Katie asked at last, still holding the glass.

  “Well…” Serena said, and then paused, looking sheepish for a moment. “Then they kiss.”

  Katie’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest, and her mouth opened involuntarily for a moment. The steam in the bathroom seemed to fog out the whole world around Serena and her.

  At last the word came out. “Okay,” she said, and leaned forward into Serena.

  Their lips touched. Oh, my God.

  Serena’s lips were smooth, softer than she had ever imagined could be possible. She tasted of sweet wine, with a hint of her tequila and Coke from dinner. Oh, my God.

  Katie’s tongue pressed forward, searching for the tip of Serena’s tongue, and she felt it, smooth, sensuous and impassioned now.

  Katie heard the clink of Serena’s glass as she settled it onto the shelf inside the shower, and then felt Serena’s embrace, her arms pulling Katie into her, her hands sliding up and down Katie’s narrow back and then over her butt, giving it a squeeze.

  Oh, my God. Katie moaned, pressing her hips closer to Serena, her sex pressing against Serena’s thigh again just as before on the beach, and felt the same surge of ecstasy as she did then. And greater still, that she finally did not have to hope that Serena didn’t notice.

  Serena ran her fingers through Katie’s long hair as they continued to kiss, and her nails felt like little thunderbolts of pleasure on Katie’s scalp. Their kisses came more earnest and sexual now, their tongues dancing a seductive tango to the relentless pounding of Katie’s heart. Oh.

  And just it had as before Serena had come in to the shower, Katie’s pussy cried out once again to be touched, stroked. Katie needed it, needed it to feel complete, to be wholly human and wholly sexual. She set her wine glass on the same shelf as Serena had set hers, looking out the corner of her eye only long enough to ensure that she didn’t drop it, and then closed her eyes again as she renewed her passionate kisses. Her hand slid down her hips. She wanted to touch herself in front of Serena. My.

  Suddenly Katie felt fingertips upon her pleasure bud, and her legs went weak for a moment. But it was Serena’s fingers that touched her, explored her, sought the warm wet flesh under her dark little tuft of hair. God.

  Katie tilted her head back, disengaging from the kiss now as Serena’s fingers penetrated her, and stared deeply into her eyes, her mouth open in shock and ecstasy. Her friend from so long ago. They shared secrets, beds, experiences and the confusion and struggle of growing up in a big, confusing world. Talking about boys, school, homework. How could it have come to this?

  Or how could it not have?

  Serena stopped for a moment, her face betraying a fear that she had gone too far.

  Katie stared deeply into Serena’s eyes, her mouth still open. “It’s okay.”

  Serena tilted her head gently forward, not breaking eye contact. “Is it?”

  Yes. Yes. God, yes, it’s okay. Please. The words crashed through her head, but all Katie could muster was a nod before leaning in to kiss Serena again. Deeper. In me.

  As if Serena could read Katie’s mind, her fingers plunged deeper into Katie, sending more shockwaves through Katie’s body. She felt Serena’s fingers curve toward the top of her channel, stiff now, and again her body spasmed as Serena began to move her arm up and down in rapid and shallow motions. Deeper.

  Katie couldn’t put coherent thoughts together, except for one thing that was very, very clear—they had ended any pretense of innocent exploration by now. This was sex, pure sexual energy that bubbled over now, somehow coming to a head despite their friendship and their years knowing each other. This was Serena and Katie, fucking each other in the shower after margaritas and sunbathing. Serena’s fingers went deeper yet, and her urgent kisses tore at Katie’s consciousness even as they ignited her lust. My best friend is fucking me.

  And how quickly this had come to be, Katie realized, once they had gotten away from the ordinary life. School, work, hangouts. They had finally taken those distractions away. And not twenty-four hours had passed before they had succumbed to each other’s passions. Serena’s breasts pressed against Katie’s, smooth and soft against hers. Katie could feel her breathing, heavy and ragged.

  Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me.

  Katie broke off the kiss, licking Serena’s lips once with the tip of her tongue, and then shut off the water with her elbow. “Let’s…” she said, and motioned with her head toward the bathroom door. Fuck me.

  Serena nodded, her breasts heaving with the motions of her breath, and the two of them stepped out of the shower, each girl wrapping a towel around her body.

  Katie took Serena’s hand. She was still breathing hard, her eyes wide open now.

  Wordlessly they went to the bed, and now Serena clasped her hands with Katie’s, locking their fingers together before they climbed onto the bed, sitting up on their knees to face each other.

  Katie leaned in to kiss again, and Serena complied, their tongues again eagerly seeking each other in passionate swirls. Serena pulled at Katie’s towel, opening it from underneath her arm first and letting it fall to the bed beneath her, and then let her own towel drop too.

  Katie pulled Serena closer into a deeper kiss, cupping the smooth curve of Serena’s butt with one hand, and brushed aside the wet hair that hung in tangled threads over her pretty face with the other. Serena’s large breasts surged with her breathing, still damp from the shower, her nipples hard and pointy in the cool air. Oh. Those.

  Katie broke off the kiss, and looked down. There they were. Serena’s breasts, the envy of Katie growing up. Here they were now, hers to explore, to ravish, to take as her own. Those.

  Serena whimpered once as Katie moved her head down, down to lick Serena’s nipple first with the tip of her tongue, and again as she bit the other, sucking with a fierce and burning energy. “Oh, oh, Katie…” she moaned.

  Katie squeezed Serena’s breasts with both hands, guiding them in a slow circular motion as she massaged them, the same way Serena had massaged her breasts on the beach. But there was no pretense of needing suntan lotion here, only Katie’s raw desire to feel Serena’s body, nothing standing in the way of her now. Serena cried out again, and lowered herself onto her back as Katie continued to touch her.

  “It’s sensitive,” Serena cautioned Katie, and then threw her head back against the pillows, her little hands gripping the comforter in panicked ecstasy as Katie once again took her breast into her mouth. Katie circled once, then twice, each areola in turn, leaving each nipple wet with saliva, then flicked at the tip of Serena’s right nipple with lashes of her tongue that elicited a tortured moan.

  Pleasure. Katie wanted to pleasure Serena now, for her friendship and her sex and the years they had known each other, wanted to see her writhe underneath her now. They’d been good friends in middle school, inseparable through high school. Katie had even chosen to study at the
anthropology department at UC San Diego because Serena had gotten her full ride there. And now, Katie could give back a little of that happiness she felt for her.

  And more than that, she also wanted to take Serena. She wanted Serena, wanted her body, wanted to taste every pore and feel every nerve ending light up and every fiber of her body spasm in ecstasy. She wanted to fuck her, wanted to see her legs spread wide open before her in surrender. She wanted to own Serena’s body as her own, to treat it as she wished, to satisfy her own carnal desires.

  Yet Serena said it first. “Fuck me,” she whispered, plain as day, her voice pleading and demanding at once.

  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. The words coursed through Katie’s head again. “Fuck me,” she demanded in return, and wet her middle and ring fingers with her tongue before plunging them deep into Serena.

  Serena cried out as Katie entered her, squirming underneath the weight of Katie’s palm on her shoulder, and opened her legs further as Katie continued to penetrate her with her fingers.

  Katie hooked her fingers now, and began to pull upwards inside Serena’s vagina in quick and rhythmic strokes, and Serena’s sudden shriek of pleasure quickly devolved into a raw and sexual moan. Her hips bucked against Katie’s hands, and Katie moved to post her free hand against Serena’s hip to hold her in place as she worked.

  God. How did I end up here. Serena lay shivering beneath her, growing wetter by the second. Katie could feel the pulsing of Serena’s vagina around her fingers, accelerating in rhythm and intensity at each thrust. Oh, my god.

  Serena’s pussy, her beautiful, beautiful pussy.

  A sudden longing overcame Katie, a longing to taste it, wondering what her friend’s very secret scent and taste was.

  “Oh, oh,” Serena groaned as Katie dipped her head into between her legs, and louder again as Katie’s tongue flicked that little bud, hidden within the folds of her shaven sex, slick and elusive between her quivering labia. It was musky on her tongue, the taste of heat and sex, and yet sweet. Sweet like moscato.

  Suddenly Serena cried out again, louder than before, and raised her hips off of the bed, shaking fiercely, and Katie felt her already wet hand suddenly drenched up to the wrist in warm liquid. Oh, my God, it’s real. It really happens.

  “Serena!” Katie whispered as Serena continued to writhe beneath her, her heavy breasts jiggling with the contractions of her body, her eyes closed in satisfaction for the moment as she squeezed the last threads of ecstasy from her orgasm. At length Serena fell still for a moment, and then opened her eyes, a look of preternatural bliss and adoration on her face.

  Their eyes met, an electric and tingling moment that sucked the air out of Katie’s lungs briefly. She crawled up to kiss Serena, as warm and soft a kiss as ever she had felt, and lay down next to her to nuzzle against her cheek. Serena kissed her lips as they lay there, stroking her hair with two fingers. Fuck.

  Something was missing. What was it?

  Fuck me.

  That was it. Katie needed to be fucked too, fucked by her friend Serena in this paradise, in their own little room that was too small for the two of them. Too small until now.

  Katie took Serena’s hand and guided it down between her legs, spreading them open to take her in.

  “Do it to me,” she whispered to Serena. “Do it to me now.”

  Serena’s lips parted briefly, and then Katie felt Serena’s fingers penetrate her deeper than before, as far as she could, as deeply as any man had ever done. Katie inhaled deeply, savoring the sensation of Serena’s fingers fluttering deep inside her for the moment. But she wanted rough, and deep. Fuck me.

  She grabbed Serena’s forearm tightly with her right hand, and looked her dead in the eye as she began to move it forward and back, as though Serena were merely a toy for her own pleasure.

  Serena got the hint, and amped up the pressure now, posturing up to now lean over Katie as she fell back onto the comforter.

  “Fuck me,” Katie demanded, opening her legs yet further as Serena pressed deeper into her. Little tremors coursed throughout her body as her vagina dampened further.

  “Fuck me!” Katie demanded again, and now Serena slammed her hand hard into Katie, her palm slapping into Katie’s clitoris in quick rhythms that sent sensations lancing through her body that were almost too intense to bear. Serena squeezed Katie’s tiny breast once with her other hand, hard enough to be painful, and then grabbed Katie’s hair as she slammed her even harder.

  Oh, God! Katie jammed her ass into the bed, turning her hips upward to accommodate Serena’s fingers better. “Fuck me!” she cried out again, and she felt her vagina begin to throb of its own accord, first against the rhythm of Serena’s motions, then with it, the pressure building…

  “Oh, God!” she cried out as she came, feeling her pussy explode in orgasm, wet with liquid that she had never felt before, ripples of energy and ecstasy overcoming her again and again until she collapsed on the bed beneath Serena.

  Serena fell on top of Katie, both girls panting now, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Katie caught her breath at last, and wrapped her arms around Serena as she sank down on top of her, drenching her in kisses.

  “I can’t believe it,” Katie whispered at last.

  They had lay there in silence for some time now, sleepiness beginning to again overcome them. Except for when Serena had gotten up to turn off the light, neither of them had moved other than to crawl naked under the covers.

  “How are you feeling?” Serena asked, smiling in the dark.

  Katie looked at her friend, her childhood friend, with messy hair and smeared makeup and a tired smile on her face. And now seemingly, her lover.

  She clasped Serena’s hand in hers, weaving their fingers together. “Thanks for taking me here,” she said, looking her friend deep into her eyes before giving her another kiss on the lips.

  Serena paused as Katie pulled her face away. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah. Guess I’ve got a bit of a girl crush,” Katie giggled.

  Serena smiled, and pecked Katie on the lips one more time. “Me too. I think this’ll be a great vacation.”

  “If only Kyle knew,” Katie whispered, and the two girls broke out into laughter once again.

  The End

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