Chapter 4

My hips rocked against her motion, my arousal suddenly overwhelming. I needed to buck harder against her hand. I needed release, as all the sensations that had built up over the past half hour converged in my clit, from the first thrill of Emma touching my breast to the forceful penetration now, and her mouth on my breast still amplifying every feeling of pleasure.

She wasn’t going to stop before I came. I knew it. And I was in no state to enforce my rule, because I needed for her not to stop…

Except she did. My thighs were already starting to tense, and I was going to come like a runaway train cresting a hill, but she drew her fingers back. And, even more cruelly, she caressed my labia, which made me even more needful of release, but denied it to me, as my thighs twisted, trying to press my sex to her fingers, but finding nothing for my focus.

Her tongue circled my nipple as I groaned in complete frustration. Her eyes were on mine as her tongue and fingers tormented me.

Then Emma lifted her face from my breast. Her fingers trailed over my clit, making me shudder and groan, but continued up to rest on my belly as she lay on her side, facing me.

“It’s time for you to leave, don’t you think?” she said.

“Not yet,” I begged. “I… I need to catch my breath.”

“I thought not waiting was the point,” she said, with a grin. “You don’t want time to cool down before you get to your room.”

Her voice was soft, and I realized her breathing was heavy. She was trying to keep her voice normal, but for the first time I sensed just how turned on she was.

“Just a minute longer,” I pleaded.

“Okay,” she said. “Your call.”

My head still turned toward her, I looked into her eyes. There was a reason I wasn’t supposed to feel attracted to her, wasn’t there? I wasn’t supposed to want to touch her body, to feel her against me. I was damned if the reason mattered to me at that moment. If I could even remember what it sas.

My left hand lifted, seemingly of its own volition, and touched her waist. Then it moved upwards, under her cami, and covered her right breast.

Emma’s eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp, but she kept her eyes on mine as I closed my hand over her, feeling the luscious suppleness of her breast.

“I see…” she whispered.

Her face was so close to mine. Her expression was pleased, even greedy, and her knowing grin had an insolent aspect.

And was even closer than it had been. I don’t know which of us had moved.

I could feel her breath tickle my chin, and see her lips, which just a moment ago were parted around my nipple. Now they were parted again, just an inch or two from me.

There was a reason I wasn’t supposed to want to taste her, too, right?

The gap between us seemed to vanish without closing, and I groaned as my lips touched hers, and her desire merged with mine.

Our lips moved against the other’s as we kept adjusting our positions, the contact between us gentle, but promising not to stay that way. I sensed her desire, even over the strength of mine. Her tongue touched my lips and I sighed into the kiss. Then it met mine, and I felt a shock of passion flow between us.

I squeezed her breast harder. I had never touched another girl this way, and in spite of knowing how my own boobs felt, I was thrilled by her softness. I thought her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, but to my fingers they felt full, filling my palm, a small touch of firmness in the center.

Emma’s hand drifted over my belly, and I felt it stop and move in place. Then it stopped a little higher, and moved in place again. The small tension of my pajama top relaxed, then her hand was just below my sternum, stopping every few inches, until she parted my top and squeezed my right breast, skin to skin.

I released her breast for long enough to grasp her shoulder and pull her body over mine.

When she was partway over me, my right arm was no longer pinned between us, and I used it to push her cami higher, then used both hands to pull it up. Emma lifted her arms to let me strip it from her, then opened my top completely before centering herself over me and lowering her chest to mine.

The feel of her breasts against mine excited me. They moved as we did, our kisses becoming intense. Her hands explored my waist and hips, moving her body against mine.

She broke the kiss, panting. “You realize,” she gasped, “there’s no way I’m going to stop for you to go back to your room now?”

“Don’t stop,” I replied, earnestly. “Please don’t stop.”

Emma grinned. Then she moved her hand over my hips, down to the leg of my pajama shorts, then up inside them, tugging the opening high and slipping a couple of fingers into me. Moving her right thigh over mine, she pressed it against her hand. Then she gripped my ass with her left hand and began to fuck me, her fingers curled against the inner wall of my sex, her wrist sandwiched against me, just below my clit, and her hips thrusting her hand against me.

I moaned loudly into the kiss. Her tongue penetrated deeply and I suckled it, feeling Emma’s breathing becoming unsteady.

Then I couldn’t hold the kiss any longer. I needed air. Each panting breath produced a sound – “Uh! Uh! Uh!….”

I was so aroused I shouldn’t even have made it this far without falling into climax, but Emma’s thrusting seemed to have pushed me so far beyond my body’s limit that I just squirmed, thighs and belly tensing with each stroke, back lifting further, gasping with each breath.

Until suddenly, all of the sources of erotic tension fused into one, and a truly fierce orgasm exploded outward from my sex, infusing every part of my body. I yelled, losing control, writhing beneath her. My arms and breasts tingled, the electric feeling in my shoulders not letting me move for a while. When it lessened sufficiently, I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, keeping my body squeezed against her while the pulsing pleasure still suffused me.

Beginning to recover my ability to breathe, I kissed her again. She was tender, and her tongue tasted sweet. She lifted herself from me enough to withdraw her hand, then lay back down along me, her right thigh between my legs.

Then she pulled away, and whispered, “Not so loud! The walls are thin, and I have a roommate.”

“Fuck her,” I breathed.

“I already did,” she said, with a smile. “Now I’m going to get her naked and do it again.”

Even after what I’d just experienced with her, Emma’s words sent a thrill through me. She lifted herself to her knees and I raised my legs to let her slip my pajama shorts off. Then she worked her way out of her own pajama bottoms and lowered herself back onto me, her leg again between mine.

“I am sorry about the noise, though,” I said.

She laughed. “Don’t be. You excite me.”

“I hope so,” I said, “because I’m turned on as fuck right now, but you’ll have to give me some guidance.”

“I’m sure you’ll need less than you think,” Emma said. She began to slide her body slowly against mine. “This is a pretty good way to start.” Then she joined her lips to mine and began to rock her hips in earnest.

Emma’s breasts rolled against mine. The changing pressure set up an erotic current within me, and the firmness of the core of her breasts against mine compared to the soft surround was an exciting contrast. And the way they rippled made me want to stare at them.

When had I started to find someone else’s breasts enticing?

Emma took my hands in hers, lacing her fingers into mine and pressing them against the bed, so only the thrusting of our hips kept us moving. She responded quickly to that motion. Her breathing was rapid, and she grunted into the shared kiss. The way our bodies shifted against each other became sharper. Her mouth bore down on mine, and I responded with pressure against her lips, sucking her tongue, which made her moan more loudly.

My eyes were open as we kissed, and the bouncing of her breasts fascinated me. Even squashed against mine as they were, the increasing drive of her body against mine made them ripple and quiver.

My own heart was racing, both from the thrusting of her body against my sex, and the erotic effect of her passion. I was also moaning into the kiss when Emma panted, and then moaned strongly, her thighs tensing around mine, suddenly pressing even harder into me.

I was so close to my own release that I returned the pressure, grunting in excitement, then followed her into orgasm, my groans seeming to prolong Emma’s pleasure.

When we’d both subsided to heavy breathing, Emma rolled off me. Then she smiled. “I wasn’t expecting this,” she said.

“Oh, come on,” I said. To show I was griping without malice, I turned onto my side to face her, then began to trace lines on her belly with my fingers. “You’ve been touching me up for a couple of weeks now, without hoping you’d weaken my resolve?”

I licked my fingers and began to play with her breast. Her nipples were pale pink, where mine were dark, and her right nipple seemed fairly soft as I touched it.

“Hope and expectation are different,” she said, after a pause. “I can’t say I haven’t wanted to fuck you, but I didn’t think it was going to happen, and I was content to get the straight girl horny and leave her frustrated.”

“I’m just the straight girl, am I?”

“You’re whatever you want to be,” she said, “but I don’t think you’re frustrated.”

“Got that right,” I admitted.

Emma grinned at me, then took my fingers from her breast and sucked my fingertips, which gave me a pleasing shiver. Then she eased herself into a sitting position before turning to straddle my right thigh, squatting with her feet beneath her.

I wasn’t sure what she was trying to do, but went along with her positioning, as she lifted my left leg and worked her knee under it. Then as she eased her body forwards, I realized she was positioning her sex directly against mine. I had to roll slightly, since her right leg was holding my left hip off the ground, but supporting myself on my elbows wasn’t uncomfortable.

Emma leaned back, arms extended behind her, her right arm supporting my raised left leg, and pressed another inch or two forward, so her body supported mine entirely, while her sex was pressed to mine.

Then she began to rock her hips.

Emma’s pussy grinding against mine was exciting, but it took a minute or two for me to realize just how powerful the stimulation was. The only thing that had ever come close to the depth and speed of her body rubbing directly on my clit was her fingers on me. No guy inside me had ever affected my clit like this, and while Emma’s caressing it had turned me on like nothing before, there was something about the motion of our two bodies that was the perfect blend of humping and direct clit stimulation that was driving my arousal harder and faster than I could have believed.

Emma seemed to be responding much like I was, gasping with excitement. And her movements were quick and sharp, which made her breasts bounce and ripple. My eyes were glued to them as they swayed and shook, pink nipples erect in quaking, supple mounds.

“Oh God,” I croaked, “I’m going to come again.”

“Yah…” Emma groaned. She panted rapidly before she could add, “Me, too.”

My rapid moans were getting louder and less controlled. “Nnh… nnh… nnh…” And then the tsunami hit home, and I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me. My body continued to move against Emma’s, I think more from my inability to change anything about my activity than from any conscious choice.

Emma’s lips were parted in an expression that appeared to be of pain, and her belly was quivering as her clit shook against mine, then her eyes opened wide, and the pained look became a wide, joyful smile, and she sighed.

We both took a long time to slow our movements, and even when the pulsing of my orgasm had finally ceased, the feel of her sex against mine was exhilarating.

When Emma lay back down on top of me, we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately, rolling around on the mattress until we’d both calmed down some.

When we separated I hunted down my pajamas in the low light. “I should go,” I said.

Emma made a show of pouting, but she didn’t try to stop me. She did reach out a hand and caress the side of my face. “That was wonderful,” she said.

I could feel the smile on my face as I replied. “It was.”

When Emma joined me at the breakfast table in the morning, she looked as nervous as I felt. “So, that happened,” I said, as she took her first sip of coffee.

“Do we need to talk?” I asked.

“Probably,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

“You said,” I agreed. “Neither was I. Do we just try to ignore it for the sake of not screwing up a decent living arrangement?”

“If we pretend it never happened,” I said, “and promise ourselves it won’t happen again, then we don’t have to have some awkward conversations.”

“Like, what do you tell your boyfriend?” Emma suggested.

“Nah.” I shook my head. “That’s over either way. Even if I could lie to him about what I’ve done, I wouldn’t want to go back to what we had. I’d be more inclined to take Margot up on her offer than that.”

“Really?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I didn’t say it was likely, just more likely. I’m thinking more about what does it mean to us? Has anything changed? How do I feel about Mondays? How would you feel if I’m with someone?”

“Like Margot?” Emma asked, dryly.

“Whoever,” I countered. “My point is, right now, I don’t think it necessarily matters. I’m not emotionally invested, but if I want to stay that way I think we need to pull back. No more bed sharing, not even for funtime fingering.”