Chapter 4

The shock was enough that most of the smoke drifted away, but Alex realized what Ann was doing in time to breathe in the last of it.

“Let’s try that again,” said Ann, taking another lungful of smoke. This time Alex breathed in most of it, then held onto it for a moment.

Again Ann’s fingers moved to Alex’s waist. Earlier, she’d liked how the crop top’s easy access had let Ann’s fingers maintain the pleasurable tingle that she’d attained. Back then she’d probably have felt uneasy if Ann’s fingers had caressed her as blatantly as they were doing now, but with her touch feeling so good in her current state, she followed her friend’s lead. Almost of their own volition her fingers lifted Ann’s tee shirt far enough to rest on the skin of her waist.

She – and clearly Ann – were riding the combination of the long-acting edible and stronger spike of the joint, yet she was far from peak buzz. Even if she didn’t take another hit, the glow that had been germinating all day, nurtured by Ann’s touch, would continue to flourish for a while, while her inhibitions would likely fade further.

This was Ann’s game. Alex was enjoying her arousal, but she wouldn’t have initiated anything with her not-single former roommate. Since Ann had begun the activities, she didn’t feel guilty about indulging in the feelings that came with them.

“Can I touch your hair?” Ann asked.

Alex laughed. “Always with my hair.” she said. “I guess?”

“The curls are so sexy,” Ann said. But instead of reaching for them, she picked up the joint. “You should take it this time,” she said. “If I suck every time, I’ll get most of the benefit, so it’s your turn to blow the smoke for me.”

Alex giggled. “Ann, dear,” she said, “are you asking me to blow you? What would Ma-di-son say to that?”

Ann laughed too, her eyes bright. “I want you to suck first,” she said, which seemed the funniest thing Alex had ever heard. She laughed again, until Ann held the filter to her lips.

As Alex held her breath, Ann dropped the joint in the ashtray, then lifted herself on her knees, tangling her fingers in Alex’s curls and drawing them down. Her face was above Alex’s, her cleavage quivering just below Alex’s chin. Alex barely resisted the urge to touch her lips to Ann’s neck, only a couple of inches in front of her. Her hands moved up Ann’s sides, inside her tight shirt, feeling her smooth body below her fingers.

The gap in Ann’s shirt bobbed and jounced as Ann’s fingers moved through her hair, her breasts resting on Alex’s top. Alex’s eyes tracked the reshaping. She held the smoke in for far longer than she needed to, until she recognized what she was doing, and grunted for attention.

“Oh, right,” said Ann, then turned her face down as Alex looked up. Their lips met, Ann’s fingers in her hair holding her face to Ann’s as she slowly exhaled. Alex’s hands moved higher, fingers splayed against the edge of Ann’s ribcage. She felt a spike of arousal as Ann’s tongue touched her lip when she began to hold her breath. Separating her lips from Ann’s, she panted softly.

Without her head raised to meet Ann’s lips, Alex found herself staring down into her cleavage again. The nipples outlined by the tight shirt were shaping the cloth much more distinctly. Alex shivered. She felt a powerful urge to let her fingers roam to that area. Instead, eyeing Ann’s neck again, she decided Ann was having all of the boundary-pushing fun. She used the hold on her friend’s ribs to tug her close, where her lips met Ann’s shoulder. She kissed and nibbled along her shoulder to her neck, then up. Ann’s breasts pressed down on hers as she crushed the other girl against her.

Ann coughed as she exhaled. “Now who’s being naughty?” she croaked.

Looking up at her, Alex eased her hold. “Don’t act like you hated it,” she said. “And I don’t know what your deal is with my hair,” she continued, surprised to hear how husky her voice was, “but you’ve waited four years to do that. Was it worth it?”

Ann laughed. “I think so. I kinda wish I’d brought my white tee shirt so you could be reminded of your own fantasy.”

“It was only when you’d showered,” Alex said. “You were always too impatient to dry completely, and the shirt became form-fitting. Like this shirt is now?”

Ann glanced down at the tee shirt. “Do you approve?”

“I guess?” Alex admitted. “My libido approves, for sure.”

Ann lowered herself back onto Alex’s thighs. A moment later she’d moved her knees from beneath her to before her, so that she was sitting instead of squatting.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked.

“Getting comfortable,” Ann said, reaching for the joint. “We only have a couple of hits left. I’ll take this, you can do the last, okay?”

“Sure.” Alex shrugged, as Ann held the filter to her lips. A moment later, she was drawing Alex’s face back to hers, fingers in her hair. This time she exhaled slowly, moving her lips as if in a kiss. It seemed an automatic movement on Ann’s part, and Alex’s response was equally automatic, molding her lips to her friend’s. She almost groaned as they separated, but she was holding the smoke.

As soon as the kiss – or the smoke redistribution – ended, Ann buried her face into Alex’s neck, making Alex’s skin prickle, building on Alex’s escalation by drawing her teeth over the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder. Her hands were still tangled in Alex’s hair, her breasts again pressed against Alex’s. It was exhilarating. Ann’s legs tightened against her back, squeezing their bodies together.

“Why was I an asshole?” Ann asked, her lips beside Alex’s ear, making her shiver.

Alex’s fingers continued to caress Ann’s side. “I don’t know, why were you?” she asked.

“I mean why did you think I was?”

“You’re kinda manipulative?” Alex said. “You twist reality to suit your own ends. Most of the time we lived together you had a girlfriend or two in tow, but Monday nights you were as single as anyone at Gabby’s. Squack, squack, squack.”

“That’s what Gabby’s is,” Ann objected.

“Sure, everyone at Gabby’s knows the score,” Alex said, “but did your girlfriends know that the reason you weren’t available on Mondays was because you were squacking?”

Ann giggled. “Squacking? I like that. I guess one or two did find out about squacking. All-nighters are a bad idea.”

“If you say so?” Alex said. “I never tried juggling multiple partners.”

Releasing Alex’s hair, Ann lifted her head from her shoulder and sat upright. She giggled again. The weed must be affecting her more than Alex. “Do you suppose this bed squacks?”

Alex shrugged. “Probably not. This may not be the Hilton, but I’m sure the furniture is sturdy.”

Lowering her hands to the bed, Ann said, “Let’s find out.” She began bouncing in Alex’s lap, using her hands and legs to propel her up, then landing back on Alex’s thighs, the mattress springing back in the same rhythm, making no more than a quiet creak.

Her clowning made Alex laugh. Ann had landed in her lap several times before Alex realized how her body was responding. Ann’s weight pressed into her lower belly, close to her sex, her breasts rubbing against Alex’s through the denim, shaking within the tight tee. Alex felt her clit growing more sensitive with each jump. She gripped Ann’s ribs, trying to slow her motion, which mostly succeeded in drawing her closer, her breasts pushing against Alex’s. Her thumbs met yielding flesh as she adjusted her hold.

“Don’t do that,” she said. Ann pouted as her movements slowed, but there was a mischievous light in her eyes. Alex felt a wave of desire flow from her hardening clit. She suppressed an urge to rock her hips to press herself into Ann. There was a warmth in her sex. She knew that if she moved, her panties would slide against her lubricated skin. She was breathing heavily. “I’m sure Madelyn wouldn’t want you making me feel the way you’re making me feel?”

“Madison,” Ann corrected, absently. Her tone was throaty. Alex realized she was also breathing heavily. “How am I making you feel?”

“Very fucking horny?” Alex replied.

“That’s a coincidence,” Ann said. “So am I.” She grinned, leaning back. Her groin shifted against Alex’s as she did. Alex gasped softly, the muscles of her thighs tensing involuntarily, pushing her into the girl. “See how well the tee shirt fits now?” With the fingers of both hands, she touched the front of her tee, where her nipples pushed the fabric far out. Wrapping fingers and thumb around the tip of each breast, she rubbed against the fabric, pressing her thumbs into the soft peaks.

Alex couldn’t draw her eyes from the sight. Ann’s nipples were swelling and hardening further under the thin cloth. Alex could see her own hands under the shirt, her thumbs at the edge of the swell of Ann’s breasts, and she felt the softness of what lay under her touch.

“I’m sure you’re right about Madison,” Ann continued. “She would not want to know I’m making a girl very fucking horny. She also wouldn’t want to know I’m getting high, or that I’m getting high and horny with a girl I’m dying to fuck.” She pinched her own erect nipples again, then popped open another button, revealing more pale smooth skin. Alex groaned. She couldn’t resist letting her thumbs explore further along the cushiony skin.

Raising her fingers to the tight lace of Alex’s denim top, Ann tugged at the ends, pulling out the knot. “She definitely wouldn’t want to know that this knot accidentally fell open.”

“Ann…” Alex groaned, but she made no move to stop her or retie the knot. Retying would have meant taking her hands out of Ann’s shirt.

“Last one,” Ann said, softly, as she held the joint to Alex’s lips. “Save some for me.”

As Alex inhaled, she felt the laces loosening as Ann pulled them through the eyes. She didn’t take them all the way out, instead threading her fingers into Alex’s hair when she approached for her share of the smoke.

This time there was no pretense. After Ann shared Alex’s smoky breath, she didn’t move her lips back from Alex’s, instead using her hold to pin Alex’s face against hers, extending her tongue. Alex’s lust skyrocketed as she closed her lips around the encroaching tongue and suckled it. Her thumbs drifted further over the yielding surface, finding a roughening as they moved inward.

Ann’s hands slipped out of Alex’s hair. A moment later Alex felt the laces loosen again, then the front of her top fell away. The sleeves kept it from falling to the bed, but it slid a few inches down her arms. Ann’s hands moved Alex’s away from her chest to the bed, the sleeves falling further down over them.

She wasn’t entirely sure what happened next. Ann’s movements were so quick and efficient that she found herself on her back, her top still behind her, sleeves intended for her upper arms pinning her wrists beside her waist, while Ann was lying on top of her, mouth around her left breast, suckling hard while unfastening the lace on her skirt. Arousal flooded into Alex, making her writhe beneath Ann’s mouth.

Only when Ann had unburdened Alex of her skirt and panties, retreating from Alex’s breast to pull her own tee shirt over her head, did Alex manage to roll to the side and pry one arm out of its sleeve. She freed herself from the top as Ann stripped off her jeans and panties and fit her belly between Alex’s thighs. Her mouth closed again on Alex’s left breast, and she wrapped her arms beneath Alex’s thighs, lifting them high to press Alex’s pussy to her stomach as she rocked her hips.

Whatever Ann was doing with her lips and her tongue, sometimes lapping, sometimes scrubbing Alex’s nipple as she sucked, it was intense, and amplified the sensations that flooded her as she felt Ann moving against her, still pinning her legs high, her belly grinding against Alex’s sex, sliding against her swollen labia, charging her sensitive clitoris.

Alex panted at the intensity of the feelings from her breast and clit. She had no will to resist – not that she wanted to. She lifted her fingers to the back of Ann’s head, scratching her scalp as she continued to pleasure her breast with her mouth. Whatever Ann’s technique, no woman – and certainly no man – had ever delivered this kind of rush to her nipple.

When Ann switched to her right breast, the surge of new arousal pushed her over the edge. She cried out as she came against the muscles of Ann’s stomach.

She pulled Ann up her body, her breasts flattening her own to her chest. The pressure on nipples still inflamed by Ann’s attention was exciting. She pushed her right hand between their bodies, curled a finger into Ann, then gripped her sex as she thrust her hand against her friend. She felt her own breasts shake as Ann came, her body shuddering on top of Alex’s.