I closed my eyes, and my hands reached up to reassume their previous positions — one behind her head, gripping her hair tightly and directing her kisses, the other on the small of her back, pulling her body down to mine. She moaned appreciatively into my mouth, and withdrew her hands from my head. I felt them fumble between us, around our chests, and then she pulled her arms out and threw her shirt across the room. Then they moved behind her back, and not five seconds later, her lacy red bra joined the shirt on my desk.
We broke our kiss again, and Lisa immediately turned to my chin, kissing and suckling my skin gently, sensually, as she slowly worked her way down to my neck. A moan escaped my lips. There would be marks there tomorrow. I didn't care. Her hands moved down to my breasts and pushed the babydoll up and out of the way, then started pinching my nipples and caressing my body. I moaned again. The hand I had on her hips moved down, sliding beneath the waistband of her thong, and gripped her supple ass, hard. She gasped, the intake of breath tickling my neck and making me shiver.
My other hand slid around her side and grabbed one of her now-bare breasts. They were small — barely even B-cups, probably — but they were firm, and still bigger than mine. I squeezed, my thumb circling her small pink areolae with a feathered touch, brushing her nipple gently. She moaned, the sound making me catch my breath, but she didn't stop suckling her way down my neck. She was nearly at my collarbone, now. My head tilted back and I released my own moan involuntarily.
While I teased her nipples, I slid my other hand around the contours of her hips, stopping when I felt hair against my palm and wetness against my fingertips. Lisa gasped again. And then I slipped a pair of fingers inside her. She shivered, whimpered, then bit down on my collarbone and elicited the same reaction from me.
Her insides were wet and slick and warm. No, not warm. Hot. Unbelievably so. And they were tight. Her pussy clamped around my fingers like a vice, the pressure shocking me. Mine wasn't like this when I masturbated. I pushed my fingers in deeper, and was rewarded with another moan from Lisa. I felt a smirk graze my face. Then I split my fingers into a scissor-like shape and twisted them around like a wheel, all the while slowly thrusting them in and out of her body and gently rubbing my palm against her clit. I received another gasp and moan from Lisa, this time long and drawn out, which soon faded to a shivering whine, like music to my ears.
She growled into my chest, an adorably high-pitched sound, then bit one of my nipples hard, pinching the other with one hand. I sucked air in through my teeth, then suddenly felt her other hand close around my wrist. She pulled my hand away from her crotch and held it above my head, then pulled my other hand up as well, and pinned them both there. She pulled her face away from my chest, and moved up to look down at me, her green eyes intent.
"Naughty," she breathed, the air tickling the skin of my cheeks.
I shivered. "W-w-what?"
She leaned in even closer. "You don't get to do that," she whispered. "Not yet."
"W-why not?"
A smile stretched her lips. It wasn't a particularly nice smile. But it made my heart flutter and my body shiver, all the same. "Because first," she said, "I need to do you." Then she kissed me again, and somehow it was even more intense than any of the others. Her tongue delved between my lips and brought with it her taste. She probed my mouth like she'd been doing it all her life and didn't stop, even when breathing became difficult.
While she did that, she snaked her other hand down to my crotch and into my panties, and started fingering me like I'd fingered her, curling two fingers inside my pussy like she was beckoning me from within. My legs writhed and kicked beneath her as pleasure overwhelmed, and I struggled to free my arms, to take back control, to make her feel this way. But I couldn't. It felt too good to even hope of resisting.
Our kiss continued, and I felt my knees begin to shake. I bucked my hips against her fingers. Breathing was near impossible, now; so intense were her attentions. I groaned, and felt her smile through the kiss. She traced a teasing finger around my clit, and I bucked my hips again, feeling something building deep within me. I recognised that feeling. I was at the brink. I couldn't breathe, but I was nearly there. Just a little more...
Then she pulled away, biting my bottom lip for a moment as she went, and sat on my stomach, looking down at me with her sharp green eyes while I whimpered and stammered unintelligible pleas. I felt her own wetness against my skin. My chest heaved with the force of my breaths, and hers wasn't exactly steady. I watched her breasts rise and fall — through lidded, blurry vision, yes, but it was still immensely arousing.
She withdrew her hand from my crotch with one last teasing stroke that just compounded my whimpers and unsatisfied desires and made me buck my hips again, then brought it up to her face. Her hand was coated with the sheen of my juices, from the tip of her fingers all the way down to her wrist, and she turned it slowly, inspecting it in the dim light like a jeweller purchasing diamonds.
Lisa glanced down at me, looking me right in the eyes as acuity returned to my vision, and grinned an irresistibly sexy grin. Then she stuck one finger in her mouth, slowly sliding it between her lips, her tongue darting out to lick it in laps and circular motions. She moaned softly as she cleaned her finger, ignoring my continuing whimpers, and ground her crotch against my stomach, leaving a shimmering trail of her own juices on my abs.
Finally, she finished cleaning her finger, and it exited her mouth with a wet and absurdly arousing pop. Then she repeated the process with her next finger. I whined and writhed beneath her, but my body was still too weak to escape her grasp. She continued grinding against me while she finished the second finger, even moving up to grind her pussy against my nipples, leaving me groaning. Then she moved on to the third finger. Then the fourth, and then the thumb, and after that she even licked her palm clean.
It was the most agonizing thing I'd every experienced in my life. Lung's fire, Bakuda's bombs, the Locker... none of it even began to compare. But this... this was a good agonizing.
All done with her cleaning, finally, Lisa ceased grinding against me, and smiled that cruelly arousing smile at me again.
I finally found my voice. "L-Lisa."
Her smile widened, and she leaned down until our noses were almost touching, her eyes locked on mine. "Yes?"
My jaw worked silently for a moment. "P-please," I whined. "I-I n-need..."
"Please what?" she said, her smile practically splitting her face now, her voice husky and thick. "What do you need, Taylor?"
Hearing my name made me shudder. I groaned and writhed some more. My arms had regained some of their strength now, but just as I tried to pull them up, Lisa moved her second hand over to pin them down, and I was stuck again. I started panting.
Lisa leaned in close, positioning her mouth right beneath my chin, and licked her way up to my ear. "What do you need, Taylor?"
"I-I — " I gasped and writhed again as she nipped my ear. "Fuck!" I growled. "I need to come, Lisa! Make me come, dammit, or I'll get that fucking whip out and teach you not to be such a fucking tease." I panted, hard, and she pulled back to stare me in the eyes again. "H-happy now?"
She grinned. "Yes," she said, and kissed me again — slow and gentle, this time. I tasted myself on her lips and tongue, something I'd never brought myself to do alone, and I loved it. One of her hands came down to caress my breasts with gentle squeezes and teasing circular motions around my nipples, punctuated by pinches and flicks. I moaned unceasingly into her mouth.
Then she broke the kiss, let go of my hands completely, and swept down to my crotch, licking a line of her own juices off my stomach as she went. She pushed my legs apart, and I obliged willingly, spreading them as wide as my bed would allow. She unclipped the garterbelt and started pulling my panties off, and I lifted my butt to help her. Once they were off, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down the bed at her as she licked my pussy; a long, slow movement from the bottom to the top. I shuddered and fought for a moment to keep my legs open.
I looked down, and met her eyes as she looked up, her face positioned just above my crotch, sporting a seductive grin that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I'd thought Brian had been sexy while he was working out, but this... looking down at my best friend like this, her face lightly glazed with my juices, positioned in such a way that left me at her mercy... This was a whole other level.
Lisa's grin widened, and she got to work.
Her tongue poked probingly at my lower lips, slowly prying them apart while her nose nuzzled my clitoris. I groaned, tilting my head back and squeezing my eyes shut, bucking my hips further into her face and inadvertently twisting my bedsheet into knots with my death-grips. One of Lisa's hands came back up, tracing a curving pattern across my belly as she made her way to my breasts to pick up where she'd left off after our latest kiss.
I shuddered at the feathery touches working their way up my body, and gasped as I felt what Lisa's other hand was doing: entering my pussy again, one finger slowly thrusting in and out and curling within, picking up speed as she went. I felt my orgasm building again. Her hand pinched one of my nipples and twisted just enough to hurt, but not truly hurt. A second finger joined the first inside me, and the pace of her thrusting picked up. I felt her tongue delve into the depths of my pussy, lapping at my juices and wiggling every which way within me.
The muscles in my crotch clenched hard as her curling fingers struck gold, and I felt my pussy clamp down around her tongue and fingers. She nipped my labia gently with her teeth, then suckled on my folds, like she'd done to my neck not too long ago, her fingers still thrusting. I felt myself nearing the brink. Curling up on myself, I scooted my hips forward to keep them in Lisa's reach and placed my hands on her head, pushing her down further between my legs.
Lisa moved her mouth up to my clit. Her hand tweaked my nipples again. A third finger slipped into my depths. Her thumb traced the outline of my pussy, and my body started shivering and didn't stop. Then she bit down on my clitoris, and I climaxed, harder than I'd ever climaxed before.
Her mouth slid down to my pussy and sucked hard as I squirted juices. My legs jerked shut, knees touching, trapping her between my thighs as my hands on her head pushed her as far into my crotch as she could go. My entire body shuddered head to toe, and my hips lifted clear off the bed, bringing Lisa with them. My feet writhed and scrabbled, making a mess of the bedsheets as my orgasm wracked my body — not that it really mattered, with how much I was cumming; Lisa certainly couldn't drink it all. Somehow, I managed to keep myself from shrieking, and instead just hissed a long, quiet, shaky note of absolute pleasure. No chance I was going to wake my dad up with this.
After an eternity, my hips dropped back down to the bed, and my legs fell apart. I gasped for air, and heard Lisa do the same. My head lolled, my eyes lidded and my vision blurry — and not because my glasses had fallen off. I felt my legs jerk as the last throes of my orgasm shuddered through my body.
I felt a weight press down on the bed next to my hips, and another weight press down on the opposite side. I turned to see Lisa crawling toward me over my still-twitching body, licking her lips as she moved. She stopped once we were head to head, one hand on either side of my neck, and she leaned down to kiss me again, gently. I returned it, rather lazily, tasting myself on her lips for the second time that night, and I felt her smile.
Lisa gave me a few minutes to rest, which we spent kissing and gently fondling one another's bodies. She broke one such kiss and leaned forwards, putting her forehead against mine. "So," she whispered. "You all rested yet?"
I smiled. "I think so. Why?"
Her returning grin was excited, and she sat up. I followed her up, just in time to see her remove her thong and throw it off the side of the bed. My eyes snapped down to her now-bare pussy: a thin slit, puffy and wet with arousal, beneath a small tuft of blonde hair. I licked my lips. She leaned back and spread her legs, then reached down with one hand and spread her lips, too, giving me a good look at her glistening pink insides. She truly was immaculate.
I stared for a long, long moment, before reluctantly tearing my gaze up to look at her face. She was grinning practically ear to ear.
"Well?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "Now you do me."
I returned the grin, pushed her down, and got to work.
* * *
I awoke at six-thirty, as per usual, the dawn sun shining on me from the open window beside my bed. I shifted comfortably, fully intent on settling down to sleep in a bit — it was Saturday, after all — until I felt my leg rub up against someone else's.
I lifted a hand to rub the sleep from my eyes — which also brushed against someone on its way up. Actually, my hand had been on whoever was in my bed — on their hip. I blinked away bleariness and focused on my bed-friend.
It was Lisa. I guess she stayed over. I smiled, looking at her sleeping face. She was cute as a button. Felt like an odd thing to think about someone a year older than me, but it was true. Especially when she wasn't talking, or wasn't aware you were looking at her. I reached back and fumbled around on my bedside cabinet until my hands found my glasses, which I brought up and put on before turning back to Lisa.
Her hair was an absolute mess, blonde wisps splayed all over her face and the pillow we were sharing. Her scattered freckles just added to the haphazardness of her current appearance — and compounded how absolutely adorable she was.
Adorning her lips was a smile. Not the usual foxy grin, or the infuriatingly smug smirk she got when she knew something you didn't, or the sad smile that cropped up whenever her past — or mine, for that matter — was brought up, and not even the kind, gentle smile she so often wore when we were together. No, this smile was happy. Content. I'd seen it before, of course, but... not often. And seeing it now, with her asleep in my bed? That made me happier than I could possibly quantify.
My right hand lay on the pillow between us, and was sandwiched between both of her hands. We were awfully close, I noticed. But then, my bed was only a single, so that was to be expected. I moved my left hand — the one that had been on her hip — to her face, brushing the loose strands of hair behind her ear. My elbow pushed the bedsheet we shared down past our shoulders, and a cold morning breeze from the window swept in and made me shiver.
