Cordelia punched her pillow, and huffed as she turned over again in her bed, miles away from sleep. She was still trying to process what had happened thirty minutes ago. One of her closest friends from high school had come all the way to Los Angeles to visit, and then promptly pervs out on her the first night! She sighed, replaying the entire conversation she'd just had with Harmony in her head. The idea of her pretty blonde friend having a crush on her was just so weird! Cordy actually giggled a little at the thought of sex with another girl, especially Harmony. While she couldn't say the thought had never crossed her mind (the being with another girl part, not the Harmony part), it wasn't the kind of thing that usually turned her on.
So why couldn't she stop thinking about it? Harmony really was pretty, and she looked amazing -- almost exactly the same as at graduation two years ago. She looked a little less spoiled, maybe, a little hungrier. Harder. There was something in Harm's eyes that Cordelia couldn't remember having ever seen before -- was that it? Lust? Was that why she'd hunted Cordelia down in Los Angeles? Cordelia pushed the covers off, swung her legs over and stood up, and smoothed down her pajamas as she walked towards the open window. The breeze blowing through it was unseasonably cool for L.A., and she reached to close the sash. Must have been colder than I thought, she mused as she felt the scratch of her stiffening nipples against the inside of her satin camisole. She reached up to her chest and pressed her palms to her full breasts, trying to warm herself -- she really needed to go in and talk to Harmony, but doing it with "the girls" up and proud probably wouldn't make it any easier or less embarrassing for either of them. She looked around, found the kimono she'd been wearing earlier, and shrugged it on, hoping it would cover the fact she was a bit chilly (or am I turned on?) as she headed towards her bedroom door and the hallway, hoping Harmony wasn't already asleep.
Harmony had left Cordelia alone in her room half an hour ago. She lay on the couch, bunny slippers sticking out from under the blanket. The flaxen-haired vampire was still ravenous, but resolved to hold out. She was mortified not only that she'd almost fed from Cordelia, but that she'd gotten caught at it. She reconciled herself to leaving her hostess a note and taking off just before daybreak, so she could hunt, kill, and feed. There would probably be a couple of bums in the alleys she could dazzle-and-drain, which should leave her just enough time to find a crypt to bed down in before Bad Mister Sun came out and turned her into ash. But until her thirst was quenched, she would ache. And ache. And ache.
Usually when I can't feed, I just go to Spike for sex. At least he can DO me and tide me over, she thought. I'm so hungry right now I'd even dress up like the stupid Slayer again for him if it would get me either blood or sex. She frowned. She had left Spike and Sunnydale in a huff, and felt that crawling back to him was beneath her station. But then again, crawling had its appeals. Spike treated her like grave dirt, another worthless shag in the cemetery, and she secretly loved it. The way he was rough with her, the way he would throw her around in bed, cursing and name-calling, biting her breasts, her neck, her thighs. She trembled a little at the thought of their last grapple -- he'd fucked her to the point of shared exhaustion, no mean feat for a pair of sexually charged vampires. Great, she thought. Now I'm hungry AND horny. She bit down on her lower lip, nervous, a tiny drop of blood forming there and then instantly disappearing as her tongue darted out to clean it away.
In a moment of daredevilry, Harmony peeked around, looked to make sure no one (namely Cordelia) was looking, and stole the blanket up over her shoulders. Her bunny slippers tumbled one after the other over the opposite arm of the couch as she pushed them off her feet. She stretched out, feeling a pleasurable crackle race up her spine as she did, her nipples tightening against the lacework of the nightie she was wearing. She tented the blanket with one hand and looked down at herself, watching her fingers as they gently stroked her breastbone, gliding over the swell of her breast, fingertips whispering over the silhouette of her stiff peak over the fabric. Harmony whimpered quietly, and slipped the tiny shoulder strap down and off her arm, peeling down the material. Her breast exposed, her hand hovered directly over her motionless heart, and slid it over and across her bosom, cupping it. The taut rose-colored tip nudged into her palm, and she sighed as she began to rub herself in a circular motion, building herself up, enjoying the sensations that traveled down to between her thighs.
But something felt different tonight. And it wasn't what her hands were doing - she had been masturbating for years, and she usually started just like this. Stroke breasts -- check. Tease nipples -- check. Touch downstairs -- double check. Not tonight, though. Tonight she wanted to savor it, make it last. Was it because she was so hungry? Or was it more about doing it on Cordelia Chase's living room couch? Or was it Cordelia herself that had her wanting so desperately?
No sooner than the thought of her friend sleeping down the hall cross her mind did Harmony feel a trickle of warm liquid roll down her inner thigh and drip to the sheet below her. Harmony's breath quickened as she began to picture a naked, glistening, and radiant Cordelia, sweating and gasping as her body intertwined with Harmony's in pleasure. Masturbatory routine forgotten, the blonde's hands rushed down her belly to her sex, tugging aside the tiny panties she wore under the peignoir. Her fingers found her moist labia, parting them, and began stroking her erect clit roughly with one hand; the fingers of the other spreading herself open. Eyes closed, mouth open, the blanket completely forgotten, Harmony was wrapped in an absolute cocoon of lust and sensation, her senses tuning out everything that wasn't her own hands and imagination.
Cordelia quietly opened the door to her bedroom, not wanting to wake Harmony if she had already drifted off to sleep. The silk kimono Cordy was wearing came down only to the very tops of her thighs, and did nothing to ward off the chill she felt. She glided down to the entrance to the living room, listening for sounds of snoring (Cordelia smiled wistfully as she remembered teasing Harmony after a junior-high sleepover for snoring like a lumberjack). But when she approached the doorway, what she heard was most assuredly not the sound of someone fast asleep.
The dark-haired beauty queen stood on the cusp of the living room, mouth agape as she saw her friend stretched across her couch in the throes of ecstasy, both hands working roughly between her thighs. Cordy heard Harmony's soft moans of pleasure, mixed with the occasional grunt or whimper. One pert breast was fully exposed, and it was to this that Cordelia's eyes fixed themselves. Frozen to the spot, she stood and watched, transfixed as Harmony's small hands worked between her spread thighs, teeth biting down on her lower lip. It dawned on Cordy not just why her friend was mid-fantasy on her living room couch, but more poignant, about whom she was fantasizing. Hadn't Harmony just come into Cordelia's bedroom and tried to seduce her? The sheer idea that Cordelia was the subject of her friend's masturbatory fantasy was flattering -- and when combined with her unintentional act of voyeurism, she discovered it was also very much a turn-on.
She flattened herself back against the wall, out of Harmony's line of sight, breathing hard. She felt the silk of her pajama shorts damp against her smooth mound, and kimono or not, her nipples weren't easing up anytime soon. Watching her friend lay there, stroking her swollen nether lips, hands roving over the dark blonde patch of hair surrounding them. Cordy swallowed, transfixed, completely unsure of what to do next. She carefully shouldered around the corner, one eye fixed on Harmony, ready to spring back behind the corner at a split second's notice. She listened as Harmony's shallow respiration got faster, higher. Her hand brushed her slightly parted thighs as it slid down to the hem of the kimono and lifted, unable to resist the pull of her own bare sex as her fingers traced up and down her cleft, pressing the satin against herself, feeling the moist heat radiating out from her core.
Harmony was so close, so anxious for release. Two fingers were working in and out of her wet passage, her other hand stroking her clit hard and fast, and she knew her orgasm was just around the corner. She could smell sex in the air, and that keen sense heightened her arousal even more as she redoubled her digital efforts. She quickly flopped over onto her stomach, lying on top of her arm. She rudely yanked aside the white g-string she'd been wearing and buried two fingers knuckle-deep in herself. Rocking back and forth on her hand, she began a low, keening wail as her skyrockets began to burst, flashbulbs like paparazzi going off behind her eyelids, a string of murmured obscenities bubbling from her lips as her orgasm crashed over her, walls pulsing around her trapped and intruding fingers, milking them.
A forgotten pair of silken boxer shorts and a crumpled kimono now lay at Cordy's feet as she stood in her hallway, mesmerized at the sight of her friend pleasuring herself in the living room. Cordy's own fingers were now scrubbing up and down her slit, her hips bucking in rhythm with her hand. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on what Harmony was doing, because Cordelia now slipped her eyes closed and focused more on her own impending climax. Fingers strumming over her hard nubbin, her breath coming in short, quiet gasps, her other hand cupping her full DD-cup breast, nipple pinched between two fingers. Cordy's breath caught in her throat. Just as she started to feel her orgasm begin to surge, she heard Harmony's post-climactic giggle and audible stretching. Her hand stole guiltily away from her wanting mound, and she opened her eyes to watch Harmony coming down from her peak, glowing and spent with lust. Cordelia realized how close she had come to being caught in this act of voyeurism, which only furthered the pleasure still aching in her groin. Anxious to finish herself off somewhere other than standing in her hallway, Cordy crept back to her bedroom, shorts and kimono still in a puddle of fabric on the floor.
Harmony had known for several minutes that her hostess was hiding just out of sight in the hallway. No doubt masturbating as she watched Harmony in the throes of ecstasy. She could smell Cordy's shampoo, her body spray. More telltale though, Harmony could smell the pheromones of another woman, excited. As a vampire, Harmony's senses had become preternaturally sharp, especially her sense of smell. She could practically taste her friend's tangy aroma in the air. And while the orgasm she'd just given herself had been mind-blowing, Harmony knew she needed more. She desperately needed to touch Cordelia. To taste her. To wrap her lips around Cordy's most sensitive spots and hear her whimper as she brought her closer and closer to the breaking point. To feel her body contract and release, crying out as Harmony pushed her off the precipice and into orgasmic bliss. God, this is going to be better than hunting! Harmony thought with a predatory smile, running her tongue over her lips and teeth. Cordelia was again in Harmony's sights as prey. This time though, Harmony would finish the hunt and capture her gorgeous quarry.
Cordy closed the door behind her as quietly as possible, not wanting to give away that she had witnessed a very private moment, and stood against it, panting. She reached down between her thighs again, fingers sliding easily between her lips. She gnawed on her lower lip as her fingers worked, and she had to force herself to move away from the door and to the bed. She reached for her nightstand's drawer pull, slid the drawer open, and smiled as her fingertips brushed across the smooth surface of a silver bullet-shaped object. Withdrawing the toy, she leaned back against her headboard; thighs spread wide, and clicked it on. The low hum of the vibrating egg revved, and then slowed as Cordy adjusted the speed to a comfortable level. Her hips jerked as she brought the egg to her vulva, and she gasped audibly. She began to move the toy up and down the length of her soaked sex, reveling in the sensations it sent through her system. She knew it would be only a matter of moments before her orgasm roared through her, and she wanted it. Images of Harmony's bare breasts, her hair tousled over one shoulder as she worked her hands between her thighs flashed through Cordy's fantasy as she pressed the toy firmly against her throbbing clit. She gasped, eyelids fluttering, and gave into the waves of climax engulfing her. Pleasure slammed through her, radiating out from her core. She felt her sexual turbulence reach all the way down to the soles of her feet, reverberating back to the roots of her hair. She could hear her own cries of pleasure echoing off her bedroom walls. Panting, her orgasm slowly receding, she winced slightly as she removed the toy from her hypersensitive sex, chest heaving under her camisole. She collapsed back into her pillows, one hand still lazily tracing circles above her hairless mound and up to her belly, radiating pleasure and sexual energy.
