Chapter 2

My nipples swelled within the soft top, and I felt an urge to slide my fingers around her body to discover whether Lily’s were the same, but I held back, while my nipples’ sensitivity grew as she repositioned her mouth against mine, tangling our tongues again and again.

Eventually she lifted her face from mine. “Okay, wow,” she rasped, between heavy breaths. “That was more intense than I’d imagined.”

“You’ve been imagining this?” I asked. My voice ground down into an alto range, but the question felt more serious than I’d intended after the words escaped me.

“Sometimes,” Lily admitted, “but I don’t want to talk right now. Unless you think I should stop? You’re drunk, too.”

Shaking my head, I said, “I’m not. And I don’t.” Her hair was falling down into my face, and I blew away a strand that tickled my chin as I moved my head.

“You don’t…” Lily frowned. “Don’t want me to do this?”

“Don’t think you should stop,” I replied.

“Oh. Oh, okay, that’s good.” She smiled, and something in her eyes made a surge of feeling shoot from my chest to between my legs. I sensed that she was done seeking my approval for what she wanted to do.

She reached for my hands, her body seeming to fit even more closely to mine as her arms no longer gave her any support. Taking my hands in hers, she stretched my arms out to the side, threading her fingers into mine. Then her lips descended back onto mine.

This time, she took my lower lip between hers, sucking it into her mouth and playing with it. Her lips around mine were so soft; warm and moist as they nipped and tugged, constantly in motion, sometimes trapping my lip for her tongue to explore.

I’d kissed guys before, and enjoyed it, to a point – that point usually being when they decided I wanted to swallow their tongue – but I’d never felt lips this soft, warm, and utterly seductive as Lily’s. I wanted to reciprocate, but anything I could do might interfere with her artistry, so I squeezed her fingers to let her know that her actions were having an effect.

Lily’s teeth closed over my lip. I yelped at the sharp pain. At least I tried to. The sound emerged as a gasp, my thighs tensing as my hips pushed my body up into hers, and I had to will myself to relax. My panties were damp, sliding against my pussy as my body shifted slightly.

I wondered if she suspected how wet I’d become. Then the thought occurred to me: was she wet for me? She must be. The demanding nature of her teasing surely meant that she was as turned on as I was.

Untangling my fingers from Lily’s, I lowered my hands to her butt. It was small and muscular, firm against my fingers as I squeezed. I used my hold to lift her, her lips still pinching my lower lip. I forced her mouth apart with my own, fitting mine to hers, my tongue jousting with hers. She pressed her face into mine, making small eager sounds into the kiss.

Shifting her against me had spiked a new wave of desire within me. I relaxed my hold, then lifted her again, her body moving between my legs, my slick panties sliding without friction against my sex.

Kneading her butt was thrilling, but I wanted to touch her skin, so I moved my hands to her back, lifting her shirt. I slid my hands up her sides, my thumbs against her ribcage, feeling the ridges of bone and muscle, and then a place where the rib was less defined within a softer surface. With a gasp, I retreated rapidly to rest my fingers on her waist.

She backed away. Reading my mind or my expression she smirked at me. “Find something interesting?” she asked.

Yes, it was interesting. No, it wasn’t surprising – or shouldn’t have been. It was also quivering against me. I couldn’t answer.

Lily lowered herself, her lips finding my throat, then moving lower. Her whole body glided against me as her mouth reached my collar bones. As she slid down, my hands moved up, but I didn’t let them reach as high as they had.

Her lips descended from my collar bone. “Oh, look, you have something interesting, too,” she said, before her lips caressed the slope of my breast.

“Of course I do, idiot,” I forced out unsteadily.

Lily’s lips were closed, but they remained soft and warm as she circled her face, brushing them against my skin. She must have been able to feel my rapid pulse, until she parted her lips, kissing all the way down to my cami’s neckline, where the extra padding would have made it harder to detect.

Her eyes moved to mine, if not for permission then at least to be sure I didn’t object, before fingers against my belly tugged the cotton down, revealing an already-swollen nipple. I thought she was going to kiss it, but instead she lightly closed her teeth on it. I gasped as arousal flooded into me.

Lily lowered her mouth again, but this time her lips closed softly, and her tongue began to swirl. I groaned. My nipple swelled further, feeling tight and sensitive under her tongue. Every touch made me want to press myself against her.

She released my breast, and eased herself higher. Her thigh rested between mine. Pushing my head to the side, she nibbled my ear. “Did you like that?” she whispered.

“I want to kiss you again,” she said.

“Yes, please,” I said.

Our mouths crashed together, our tongues meeting and exploring. Maybe I could understand those misguided boys who were aggressive with their tongues, because I wanted hers deep in my mouth. Why was the feel of her tongue against mine so electrifying? And why did every want that her kiss satisfied leave me needing more?

I had to touch her. I had to caress her back. I had to squeeze her waist. Most of all, I needed to reach for what I’d avoided just moments ago. I drew my hands up her ribs and over her breasts, which yielded to my fingers. The soft moan Lily made when I squeezed them was the single most erotic sound I’d ever heard. I had never enjoyed a guy pawing at me the way Lily was so wantonly reacting to my touch. She bit my tongue, then held my hips and rolled her body against mine.

Lily’s breasts felt incredible. I’d never felt the need to touch another girl’s breasts before, although I admit that I’d sometimes been intrigued by their appearance, but now it felt so natural to desire these pliant mounds, and to feel my friend making passionate sounds into my mouth as I squeezed them.

I wanted to see them, too. With reluctance, I released them, then eased my fingers between us to begin unbuttoning Lily’s pajama top. When she realized what I was doing, she lifted herself far enough for me to finish the work.

The top drifted open, revealing perfect creamy skin with pale pink nipples. They seemed longer and narrower than mine, each a little more than a handful, as I’d already found.

“You like my tits?” Lily asked.

“Take your shirt off,” she ordered. “I want to feel yours against mine.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “You, too.”

She slipped the shirt off her shoulders, her eyes never leaving my chest as I pulled my cami over my head, widening as I revealed my rounded breasts, nipples darker than hers.

“I like your tits, too,” Lily murmured, as she gently touched a hard nipple.

My heart skipped as she lowered herself onto me, and I felt the soft, insistent pressure of bare skin on mine. We kissed again, slower, each learning how to make the other moan with pleasure. I ran my nails up Lily’s back, while her fingers stroked my side. We shifted angles to our kiss frequently, and depending on our position, sometimes I could see the press of her breasts to mine, flattening or finding a quivering shape as her chest rose. I could feel them, too, but seeing how they moved while feeling the way they compressed mine was doubly sensual.

Her fingers dug into my short hair as she held my head, pushing our mouths together, and I caressed her back, the ache between my legs causing me to part my thighs further, so that hers nestled between them, the light touch against my sex both delighting and frustrating me.

Our kiss seemed to reach a plateau. We were both breathless, each making occasional sounds of pleasure, especially when our bodies shifted against each other. The feelings the kiss inspired were intense and growing, but I was sure I could keep them contained. I could kiss her all night long. My buzz had mostly faded, but I was intoxicated with her closeness.

Even so, I drew back. “Lily?”

She released my head and lifted herself onto her elbows before speaking. “Yeah, Ava?”

The view between our bodies distracted me for a moment. When I looked up into her eyes, they were glowing with mischief. She knew exactly what I’d been looking at.

“What are we doing?” I asked, sounding plaintive to my ears.

“I’m making out with my best friend,” Lily said. “Doesn’t everyone do that?”

“I don’t know. I never have before. Have you?”

“Since you’re my best friend, you know the answer to that,” she said. “But people do it all the time. I think it’s our turn.”

“I, umm,” I began, glancing down between us again. “I think this is more than making out.”

“I hope it is,” Lily said, “because I really want to make you come.”

A shiver passed through me at the words. Lily gave me a concerned look, wondering perhaps if the idea revolted me, when it had actually thrilled me.

With some trepidation, I asked, “If we do… that… will we still be able to be friends?”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “You’ll always be my bestie. You know that.”

I did. She was oversimplifying, of course, but I thought she was right. If we regretted this in the morning, we’d eventually be able to work through our problems. And I was desperate to make her come, too. “Do you, uh, know what you’re doing?”

“Not a clue,” Lily said, brightly, “but did cucumbers and condoms prepare us for sex with guys?”

“God, no,” I said, with a chuckle, “but my first time was a disaster. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“If that happens, we can try again,” Lily said. “After all, it won’t be messy, and we don’t have to panic about pregnancy. I figure I already know how to touch myself. How different can it be if I touch you?”

I groaned. “Oh, God. You’re making me so wet,” I said. Which I’d certainly never said to anyone before. I’d never been this wet. “But it’s my turn to kiss your tits.”

“Okay,” Lily said. She was clearly trying for indifference, but she dragged the word out a little too long, and her voice caught at the end.

She must not have been expecting me to toss her off me so forcefully. She made an “oof” sound as she landed on her back. Immediately I rolled to my side and fastened my lips on her right breast. I may never have even kissed a girl before Lily, but I’d been the recipient of attempts at foreplay with varied results. Once in a while, even an unsatisfying fuck can hit high points along the way. I knew what I liked to have done to me, and what I should avoid.

So I licked Lily’s right nipple, then drew my teeth over her areola, before biting her nipple through my lips. Holding it firmly, I tugged and stretched it, fascinated by the tight quivering of her breast, and even more by the sounds of need that she made.

When she started to writhe, I slid my hand down over her belly, then further, over the front of her pale blue shorts, closing my palm over her sex. Tightening my grip, I began to rock my hand.