Chapter 3

Lily’s nipple had seemed firm when I had started to toy with it, but it had become harder and seemed even more sensitive. She might have said she wanted to make me come, but as far as I could tell, she’d lost focus on everything around her, with nothing in her mind but rocking her hips against my hand. Which was fine with me, since she didn’t distract me from concentrating on her breasts.

Soon, she had given herself over completely to rolling her hips and arching her back. I wondered if it made a difference that I was the one bringing these feelings to her, or whether this was how she was with her boyfriends, too. Lucky guys, if so.

When I switched to Lily’s other breast, her hands wrapped around my head, part stroking my scalp and part pinning me in place. Which was fine with me, I had no intention of moving. I drew my hand back from her shorts, felt for the drawstring, then tugged on it until it parted.

The shorts became looser as I slipped my fingers inside them. Lily’s panties were soaked. I pushed them aside, coating my fingers with the abundant wetness as I stroked her slit. She was moaning constantly now. I curled a finger into her and circled it around. Her pussy seemed to pull me in. It was warm and lithe around my finger. I felt it twitch, Lily gasping at the same moment.

My thumb moved higher, against uneven moist surfaces. Was that her clit? It seemed to protrude slightly further than mine, and maybe felt a little firmer. Though it could have been that when I touched mine I mostly noticed my body’s reaction. When I stroked my thumb up and down, Lily cried out, so apparently I’d hit the bullseye.

Lily writhed harder as I shook my hand against her. “Fuck!” she groaned. “Fuck, Ava! Yes, fuck, just like that!”

Raising my head from her breast I stared at her flushed face and near black eyes. Suddenly she gripped my head and dragged me higher. I managed to avoid losing contact with her sex, and when she slammed her mouth against mine, I rubbed harder, feeling the moist heat flutter around my finger.

Then she was coming, her pussy clamping my finger as she shook. She didn’t break the kiss, but made desperate sounds into it, muffled cries of passion that seemed to originate from deep inside her.

Oh, my God, I’d made my best friend climax. My beautiful, smart, wonderful friend, whose body I’d never lusted for before, but did now, was coming apart under my fingers. And though I hadn’t come, this was so, so much better than any sex I’d had before.

Lily broke the kiss at last, then gently moved my hand away from her pussy. “Fuck,” she breathed again. Her entire face relaxed into a huge smile. “I thought I was going to make you come.”

“You still can,” I said.

“Good,” said Lily. “After I catch my breath.” She reached for her glass of water, curling forward to gulp some before setting the glass down and stretching out on her back. “Fuck, Ava, that was special.”

“I still don’t know what I’m doing,” I said.

Lily laughed. She seemed to be regaining her energy. “If I didn’t know you so well, I’d call bullshit. No one has ever made my tits feel so good. Maybe you can teach me.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I said, “and if you want to take your time practising, I won’t mind at all.”

She giggled. “Neither will I! Now, on your back!”

Lily didn’t wait for me to move, instead rolling me onto my back and immediately moving to my breasts. Taking the left one in both hands, she kneaded it, digging her thumbs in, rubbing her face lightly against my swollen nipple, which sent a jolt of arousal through me. Then she moved one hand to my right breast, squeezing it in a rhythm, while her other hand and mouth continued to explore the left.

My areolae had swollen, too, making both breasts seem a little more pointy than usual. Lily grinned at me. “You have pretty titties.”

“I’m going to change your nickname. Pretty Titty Ava. Much better than Take No Prisoners Ava or whatever we decided.”

“I think it was Take No Shit,” I said.

“Right, that. When Mom asks me what I’m doing for the weekend, I’ll tell her I’m going to see Pretty Titty Ava.”

“I might, too!” She smirked at me, then parted her lips and began to bounce her mouth up and down on my nipple. My stomach twitched. She looked up again. “Mmm, you like that.”

“I like everything you’re doing to me, Lily,” I said.

“Hmm.” She released both breasts as she sat up. “Hold that thought.” Taking her glass, she swirled her tongue in the water, then set the glass down and began to lick. I squirmed at the cold. “Oh, I like that,” she said.

Like a kid with a new toy, she took great pleasure in seeing what else she could do with a cold tongue, licking both nipples, my navel, and my neck, dunking her tongue in the icy water each time.. I don’t know if the chill really made a difference, or if it was just the places she licked, but I was soon panting with need.

She picked up the glass again. I wasn’t really paying attention. I was just aching to feel her. She lowered her face to my left breast, and suddenly there was icy water running over my breast and down my stomach. “Fuck!” I yelped.

“Fuck!” Lily agreed. “Shit. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” She glanced down at my belly, seeing the puddle, then lowered her face and slurped water up.

“The sheet’s wet!” I whined. “What were you doing? And what are you doing now?”

She’d hooked her fingers into my pajama pants and was pulling them down. “Making sure they don’t get wet!” she replied, with a wicked smile.

“Too late for that, I think,” I muttered, as Lily pulled my panties down with the pants.

I was naked, lying on the bed, still chilled, but over the shock, and the cold was lessening, especially when Lily began licking every damp place on my body. “So are you going to tell me what happened?”

She looked up from licking the sides of my breasts. “I thought it would be fun to hold the fizzy water against your nipple, but when I tried to suck it in, all the water spilled out.”

“You can be so dumb,” I said.

Lily laughed. “I know, but I got your pants off!” She reached out to push my legs down, then stroked my slit. “And cleanup is fun!” Her finger trailed over my swollen labia as her mouth closed on my throat.

“For me, too,” I groaned, “but take your pants off too. unless you want me to wrestle you for them.”

Lily released my pussy for long enough to tug her shorts and panties off. When her hand returned, it stroked my labia, then fumbled until it began caressing my clit.

Her mouth all over my body had aroused me so much that her finger on my clit immediately made my thighs tense, and my hips begin to rock into her. “Oh, God,” I said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny, Lily.”

She did something – added a finger? her thumb maybe to pinch my clit? – and the sensation suddenly intensified. When her face moved back to my left breast, she suckled firmly, and I couldn’t help myself. My back arched, and I was suddenly coming, hard.

My senses slowly recovered, and I found Lily staring up at me, a soft smile on her face. Her long, lustrous, reddish hair was in complete disarray, some against my stomach, looking bedraggled, some clearly knotted, some draped over her eyes.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I said. “How did I ever not know that you’re the sexiest girl on the planet?”

“Because you’re an unobservant dork,” she said. “I always knew you were.”

“You did?” I didn’t hide my surprise at hearing her thoughts. “And we can’t both be.”

“Mmhmm,” Lily said. She had rolled away from my body, onto her back, and had tilted her head back to look at me upside down. It was an enticing look, especially with her fully nude body on display. “Of course we can be in each other’s eyes.” She lifted her knees, then pushed herself upward on the bed, wincing at the damp sheet. When she was alongside me, she rolled toward me, wrapping an arm around my belly. “Maybe you hadn’t noticed before because you’ve never really thought about girls’ bodies being attractive.”

“Maybe,” I said. “You have?”

“Not until I got to college, and by then dating boys felt natural,” she said. “I think I’m bi, or maybe pan, but that would be a big conversation, since everyone knows I’ve only had boyfriends. Maybe I should have tried girls, too.”

“Maybe you should have,” I said. “Maybe I should have, too.”

I rolled her onto her back. “Hey, this sheet is wet,” she said.

“And whose fault is that?” I retorted as I positioned myself over her. “Now that the orgasms are out of the way, I want to kiss you.” She’d been the one in charge when we’d kissed earlier. I’d loved the feel of her body against mine. Now I wanted to experience being on top, and I didn’t give her the chance to object.

Soon we were kissing, and I could feel in the way she touched me how exciting she found the experience. Her hands roamed all over, while mine mostly smoothed and tugged on her hair. I was still every bit as horny as I had been before we’d made each other come, and the feel of her body between my legs was intense. I wriggled against her, then pushed a leg between hers so that my pussy rode the top of her thigh.

I felt Lily take my hands, threading her fingers into mine, and my heart melted. I was feeling the hard muscles of her thigh against me, and pressed a little harder. She was moving, her leg sliding slowly against my labia. Then her other leg curled around me. She moaned into the kiss, and I shoved my own leg against her, feeling her wetness against my skin.

We both began to pant. I realized I might be able to come again. Did I know that could happen? Maybe? It wasn’t something I’d thought about. Did I expect it to happen? Not a chance. But now we were grinding together so hard, occasionally breaking a kiss to take in extra air, but always reconnecting, because we needed intimacy almost as much as breathing.

Lily released my hands. I lifted myself onto my elbows, still bending forward to keep our lips together, but using my position to smash my sex harder against her thigh. Our breasts slapped together. Then she broke the kiss to yell, “Ava!” as her body started to quake. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging my body against hers as she came.

Her eyes were soft as she looked up at me, her breathing beginning to slow. “Can you come?” she finally whispered.

“I think so,” I said.

“Lift up a little,” Lily said. When I realized what she wanted, I raised my hips so she could fit a hand between us, one finger against my clit. Then she rubbed as I thrust against her leg, and soon I stiffened, then shattered.

“Wow,” I breathed. I lay atop her, our lips meeting occasionally.

“I agree,” Lily said.

“I think I need to sleep,” I said, “but hunting down my pajamas seems like far too much effort.”

“Mmm, you did say there was nothing wrong with sleeping naked,” Lily said. “And sleeping naked with you seems like a bonus.” So I rolled off her and tugged up the sheet.