Lick My Finish Line
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Riley finished first and excitedly sped out of the bathroom, her wet hair whipping behind her as she ran and laughed. Heather, unable to suppress the smile on her face, quickly followed as if chasing after her friend.
Back in the bedroom, Riley flung herself onto her bed and then immediately rolled over onto her back, waving her arms up and down as if she were making a snow angel in the blankets. Heather approached her and watched, crossing her arms as she looked at her friend’s movements.
“Riley,” started Heather, watching as Riley’s movements came to a halt.
“Yeah?” said Riley.
“I want to do this,” said Heather. “This… exploring. But maybe we could keep it kinda secret? I mean, I’m just nervous is all.”
“Yeah,” said Riley, sitting up and getting serious. “Yeah, I understand. Look, I’ve never done this before either,” she said. “Let’s have a little fun and it’ll be just between us.”
“Okay,” said Heather. She climbed up onto the bed next to Riley, sitting on her knees.
After a few moments of silence and confusion, Heather decided to just go for it and placed her palm on Riley’s shoulder, pushing her back onto the bed. Heather went down with her, lying atop her friend, and again locked lips with Riley, the two continuing the kiss they shared together in the shower. Riley’s hands wrapped around Heather and moved up and down her back, feeling the contours, running her palms over Heather’s shoulder blades, exploring down the small of her back and the top of her ass.
With one hand on the bed, Heather moved her other hand down Riley’s side, caressing her shower-damp skin, tracing her fingers down to Riley’s hip and upper leg. Heather softly tracked her palm back and forth over Riley’s flesh, all while sensually kissing with her friend, their lips tugging at each other, their tongues peeking out every so often and gently touching.
“Here,” said Riley, pulling away from their kiss momentarily. She reached her hand out and took Heather by the wrist, leading her hand to settle between Riley’s legs, atop her smooth and hairless mound.
Heather began to rub her fingers along Riley’s smooth skin, massaging her mound lightly with curiosity but also with trepidation.
“Feel my pussy,” said Riley softly into Heather’s ear.
“Okay,” replied Heather cautiously, kissing against Riley’s lips once more.
Heather let her fingers slide down between Riley’s legs, using her middle and ring fingers pressed together to tenderly rub up against Riley’s pussy lips. She methodically petted Riley’s lips upward and repetitively, stroking slowly yet firmly. Heather could feel Riley squirming slightly beneath her and before long she could also feel droplets of moisture trickle out from between Riley’s lips, moistening Heather’s fondling movements.
As she pleasured her friend, Heather felt Riley’s hand move down her back and grab her ass cheek, pulling it apart from her other cheek and open her ass up wide. Heather could feel the dampness between her cheeks, still remnant from the shower, slightly evaporating as Riley spread her open. Riley’s other hand snaked back underneath Heather’s body and pushed up against one of Heather’s small tits, squeezing at it firmly and seductively.
Through all of this their kissing grew more passionate.
After a few more audible smooches, Riley pulled back from their kiss and smiled at Heather. Heather returned the smile and nuzzled her nose against the side of Riley’s head.
“Do you want to try licking me?” asked Riley brashly.
“Oh my God,” said Heather. She rubbed at Riley’s pussy lips vigorously, spreading them slightly with her fingers, running the tips of her fingers through the wetness. “I mean, I do. Wow.” Heather felt herself moisten between her thighs at Riley’s suggestion.
“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 r
elease. 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.
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I NEVER THOUGHT college would be this weird. I mean, I was really excited about it leading up to the big move but I didn’t really know what to expect apart from what you see in movies. None of my close friends, of which I had few, went to the same college as me so it was like I was going off on this new adventure all by myself. Nobody knew me, I could reinvent myself if I wanted, I could be a totally new person and carve out a completely different path if I so chose. But once I got to school, I found that I simply couldn’t help but be me. Geeky, introverted, freaky me.
Nerdy Natasha. Lucky I ended up in the same small arts dorm with all the other nerdy outcasts and not in one of the huge student ghettos filled with roving bands of bleached bimbos looking for an easy target like me to sink their teeth into. No, as an English major I had been asked by some benevolent cosmic force if I would like to enroll in the residential college for Arts & Letters students and without even knowing much about the program I dutifully accepted. The program was called ALOHA, which stood for Arts & Letters Organized Housing Association, and it was a total lifesaver for a girl like me.
My dorm was quite small, being one of the oldest dorm buildings on campus, and was only three floors high as opposed to some of those much larger skyscraper dorms that peppered the huge campus of my midwestern farm school. It was like we had our own little sanctuary where we could just be us. All kinds were welcome but it was an overwhelmingly geeky atmosphere. I liked that. But, if I’m being honest, I wasn’t prepared for the level of geekiness. Much different than high school. These students had much more passion. More spunk.
The beauty about my dorm, Leopold Hall, was that the entire student population within its walls were ALOHA students. It really was like we were on some island. Some island for weirdos. Totally awesome.
So when I say that I never thought college would be this weird, I mean weird in a good way. Strangely exciting. Different. Filled with possibility and acceptance and with very limited, if any, judgment from peers. We were all just there doing our own thing. English majors and writers like myself, theater students, visual artists, the outcast art crew. It was a terrific amalgam of my university’s creative contingent and it was nothing like I had anticipated. Utopia, almost.
And the things that happened to me, well, I couldn’t have anticipated them either.
Each floor of Leopold Hall housed a different year of ALOHA students. So the freshmen like me were on the first floor, sophomores on the second, and juniors on the third. The third floor was much smaller than the other two floors and was all single rooms, rather than the doubles that the freshman and sophomores got. And generally that was fine because by the third year many students drifted away from ALOHA. I could see that it was a good program to start out in, to help you get adjusted to college life, but by the time you’re a junior you want to live off campus, spread your wings and all that. The way the years were laid out in the dorm worked out swimmingly. Girls on one side of each floor, boys on the other.
And my roommate, Whitney, was a blast.
“You know what’s awesome?” asked Whitney, sitting on the couch under our lofted beds wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, her dirty blonde hair twisted up tightly into a bun. Whitney was an outgoing theater major and I was happy to have been paired with her.
“What’s awesome?” I asked, sitting sideways in my desk chair, avoiding working on a paper for my English class.
“I felt like, in high school, most boys wouldn’t even give me the time of day,” she said, something I found hard to believe considering she was a pretty girl with an affable personality. “But here in ALOHA, all these boys are totally creaming themselves over me.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“You’re a nut,” I said. Watching Whitney fuss with her hair, I couldn’t help but fuss with my own hair in mimic. While I was a natural redhead, freckled and all, I dyed my hair a more vibrant red because it made me feel fun. Following Whitney’s lead, I pushed my own hair up into a bun and tied it in place with a piece of elastic from around my wrist.
“What?” she said innocently, stifling a grin.
“I just don’t believe that you had trouble with boys,” I said. “You’re totally lying to me.”
“Well…” said Whitney, looking off sheepishly. “Maybe it’s just that I’m getting more attention here at college. It’s skewing my memory.”
“Exactly,” I said.
“I think I’m leaning toward Justin,” she mused, almost as though she were talking to herself. “He’s kinda beefy and brooding.”
“Eh,” I said in an unimpressed tone. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?” said Whitney. “He’s cute. He’s got that James Dean thing going on. Tight white t-shirts,” she said, almost giggling.
“You’re so damn girly,” I said. Even though I said this is a bit of a derogatory way, I actually loved how girly Whitney was. She kind of balanced me out. And I knew that she knew I didn’t mean anything by it.
“The boys’ side?” I asked, feeling a little put on the spot and cornered. “I mean, I don’t know.”
“There’s a lot of nerds over there,” Whitney admitted. “Can’t tear a couple of those dudes from their computer games. But there are definitely some hotties. You can tell me, Natasha. Who are you sweet on?”
“Whitney,” I groaned with embarrassment.
“Tasha,” said Whitney, impatiently awaiting my answer.
“I don’t know,” I reiterated.
“Fine,” she said. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” I said, slightly acquiescing. “It’s that I don’t know. None of them, I think.”
“What about Michael?” she asked. “He’s an English major, just like you. I like his long hair.”
“No, I don’t like Michael,” I said. “He’s fine, I mean, he’s a good guy. But I’m not, like, sweet on him.”
“People are already shacking up,” said Whitney matter-of-factly. “And a lot of the sophomore boys already have girlfriends. You’re gonna miss out, Natasha.” Whitney then had a brightening thought and her face lit up. “I bet you like a boy in one of your classes!”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said, standing up from my desk chair and wandering over to my closet. Opening my closet door up, I fished around inside to find my sleeping clothes. With a slight flutter in my heart, knowing that Whitney’s eyes were on me, I cautiously pushed my jeans down my legs and began to change clothes.