Chapter 10

After that weekend when the three of us got wild, I couldn’t think about anything else. Just remembering it got me so damn fired up that I’d drag John into corners to try and get some relief, but weekdays were tough. School was kicking our asses, and my mom had been watching us like a hawk for a while. This weekend, John had to stay with his folks out of town, and I was already climbing the walls. I wanted to steal a vibrator from his mom—I bet she wouldn’t even notice, and if she did, she’d never guess it was me. John said he’d buy one for me as soon as his card cleared; I just had to hang in there a bit.

It was a rainy Wednesday, the whole town was a mess, and my friends stuck at school were waiting out the downpour before heading home. I lived right by the school, so I’d get soaked, but it was just a quick dash inside to dry off. I said bye to John and pulled Tati aside.

“Woman, wanna wait out the rain at my place?”

“Yeah, sure, no way I’m stuck here.”

John couldn’t come over—he had afternoon classes and figured he’d just wait for them to start. Angie had the same schedule as me; she was in my class, actually, all the way back from kindergarten. We bolted like crazy without umbrellas, trying not to wreck our hair, making a huge racket from school to my house.

When we got there, we kicked off our wet shoes at the door and ran to my room to dry off. No helping it—we had to change clothes.

“Wanna take a shower?”

“Sounds good!” she said, thinking it over.

We stripped down to our panties. She headed to the bathroom to shower, and I went to hang our wet clothes to dry and grab something for her to wear. On my way back, I slipped into the bathroom so we could gossip.

“And that day—wanna do it again, Vee?” she said from under the shower.

“It was so good, girl… I’m dying of embarrassment even talking about it.”

“For real? But you liked it?”

“Of course, you idiot. That part where we hooked up, oh my God, I never thought I’d love it that much.”

“Hey, we can hook up again, just ask John.”

“You’re such a slut! Let me take my shower too—get outta there.”

We’d already fucked, already made out, and we had tons of closeness; of course, the talk wasn’t that straightforward—there were word games, hesitations, and looks. I confess I wanted to do it again with her. I never imagined it’d be like this; she gave me the opening I needed, so it was time to act. We finished up in the bathroom, threw on dry clothes, and headed back to my room. I locked the door, eyeing her, waiting for her reaction, and she just grinned all wicked.

“You’re no good, you dyke,” she said, accusing me.

“Shut up, don’t make it hard.”

I went in for a solid kiss on my friend’s mouth. She kissed better than John—had this hot way about it, sweet and soft with her lips; John was always rough, which I liked, but hers was different and I was really digging this style. When our mouths met, our bodies reacted right away, our nipples brushing hard and we joked about it.

“Look what you do to me!” I lifted my shirt to show her my tit so she could see my nipple.

The little minx smiled and got the invite. She leaned in toward my breast, eyes closing, and I felt the warm touch of her wet lips on my tit, the air rushing out of my lungs in a muffled moan. I held her still-damp hair back so it wouldn’t fall in her eyes and savored the work her mouth was doing on my nipples—her lips parting to let her tongue wander, then closing for quick kisses and sucks.

“I just put on a clean pair of panties,” I complained, feeling like I was gonna start dripping inside.

“Then take ‘em off so you don’t mess ‘em up.” Her fix was even naughtier than my gripe.

I pulled Angie in to kiss her mouth again, and almost in sync, we yanked off our shirts and panties, letting our bodies go free. Our eyes didn’t leave each other for a second. The delicious press of her tit against mine and the heat of her skin had me sweating from every pore; with every touch I gave, she let out a soft moan.

“Flip over on your stomach for me?” I asked—I was still mesmerized by the view of her pussy peeking between her ass cheeks.

She lay her petite body on my bed, ass up; it was perfect and unmarked. Tati wasn’t much over five feet and was super pale and skinny, but she had tits and an ass that were a bit generous for her size. Her hair was dark blonde curls; it was way lighter when she was a kid, that’s why we still call her Angie. Her pussy is gorgeous—tight like a clam, no hair hiding her small inner lips, clit tiny, barely any inner lips. We always joked her little pussy tasted like strawberry.

I lay on top of her, rubbing against her body, lifting her hair to nibble her nape and sniff her ear. I trailed kisses down her back, making sure my tits always grazed her bare skin. She was totally goosebumped; I scratched down her back as I went lower toward her ass. I spread her legs for a view of what I wanted—her butt was white and firm, with a pinkish-brown little hole right in the middle. At the same time, I squeezed her ass and stroked her outer lips; at her pussy entrance, a drop was starting to form, signaling she was feeling the pleasure. I leaned in to kiss her, one cheek then the other, taking all the time I needed to cover her skin.

“Oh, Virginia…” She exclaimed, smiling as I kissed her.

I wanted to kiss her little asshole, but I wasn’t sure if she’d like it, so first I ran my fingertips, using a nail to lightly scratch, always going down to her pussy and back up to her ass. She didn’t complain or close up on me, so I went for it with my mouth—light kisses—and felt her shiver and let out a giggling mew. Two fingers slid into her pussy in a gentle in-and-out while my thumb circled her clit. My tongue rimmed her anus; I loved the texture on my tongue, and lower down, my fingers glided easy—she was wet and giving off a scent that got me even hotter.

Maybe to give me the go-ahead, she got on all fours and dropped her torso without me asking—the view was wide open. I started losing control, ramping it up; my soft tongue turned wild, almost pushing into her ass. She moaned and wiggled.

“Fuck, girl, that feels so good. If a guy did that to me, I’d give up my ass easy.”

“Sixty-nine! Come on!” I said, smacking her white ass.

That’d be my first time in that position with someone—funny, John and I never had; maybe ‘cause we never had a flat spot to do it. Almost everything we did was standing, quick, scared someone’d show up. I was thinking how much easier it is for two girls dating—no one’d bat an eye at them sleeping over, but a simple kiss on the street would draw wolf whistles.

Angie flipped onto her back, and I positioned myself over her.

“Don’t suffocate me!” she griped when I sat down, playfully shoving my pussy in her face.

I found a comfy spot and right away got a hard suck—my mouth flew open, I shook, and I knew this wasn’t gonna work great. I can’t explain the feeling to you ‘cause it was all jumbled—too many sensations at once, the horniness of the position, the intense tongue work from below, and the pleasure in my mouth from eating her out. As things sped up, I collapsed ‘cause I couldn’t hold the pose; we switched to a side sixty-nine where each of us came in our own time, waiting for the other.

When we finished, we lay there chatting about stuff and giving each other soft touches.

“You think John’s gonna think I cheated on him?” I was worried about that.

“Nah, guys are pervs, but you should tell him before he finds out.”

“And what if he gets pissed and wants to fuck someone else? I hadn’t thought of that…”

“He might stick it in…”

“What if he wants to fuck you? Would you let him, friend?”

“Of course not!” She was lying and not even trying to hide it.

“Slut!”

The next day, I’d tell him about this with some chill—I didn’t know how he’d react. We were dating, and I’d messed up by hooking up with her without saying anything first. Without meaning to, I’d opened the door to something I didn’t want: an open relationship.