The first thing Billie Kay was aware of when she opened her eyes was the pain in her head. A dull throbbing. The second thing she noticed was her best friend and tag team partner, Peyton Royce spooning her. Billie was wearing a tank top and shorts. She barely remembered changing into pajamas. The IIonics had gone out drinking earlier, celebrating a month into their championship reign. Peyton had only gone to bed wearing the complimentary robe the hotel provided. They'd fallen asleep together at some point in the night, the alcohol knocking them out.
Billie tried to look at the alarm clock but couldn't quite see it. It was definitely the middle of the night, though. She wanted to get up and get her water, but didn't want to wake up Peyton. Her partner had her hand on Billie's bare stomach and her head in Billie's hair. She closed her eyes again and decided to try to go back to sleep. She shifted slightly and began to doze off. Then she felt Peyton's hand move down her stomach.
Billie's eyes opened back up. Peyton's hand, which had been resting just above Billie's belly button, was now right below it. Extremely close to the hem of her shorts. She listened to Peyton's breathing and it didn't sound different. It was probably accidental. Except, did her hand just move again? Now it felt like Peyton's hand was resting against the top of Billie's shorts.
It could have been her imagination, though. Neither of them were gay, despite all the dirtsheets and horny fanboys. And Peyton was married. Billie waited, slightly tense, for several minutes and nothing else happened. She blamed the alcohol (and the two 'blowjob' shots she had taken) and relaxed.
And then Peyton's handed traveled underneath her shorts. Billie took a sharp breath and her eyes shot open. Peyton's hand was now dangerously close to Billie's smooth pussy. Small jolts of excitement were running up and down her body now. Visions of Peyton's body were displayed in her head. She wasn't blind. She wasn't a lesbian, but she wasn't *blind*. Billie had certainly noticed Peyton's long legs, her large breasts, her thick ass, her tight body, her amazing smile and beautiful eyes. And maybe once or twice, when they had been getting dressed in the locker room together, she had stared a little extra at Peyton's naked body. But she wasn't a lesbian.
The hand stayed where it was, pressed against the top of her groin. Peyton's breathing still seemed regular, but her mouth was now up against Billie's ear. Billie felt her partner's body against her, felt her hot breath on her ear, and realized just how close Peyton's fingers were to her clit. There was a lot going on in her mind, several conflicting thoughts, but she wanted to turn all of that off. She just wanted to react. And so she moved more into Peyton, and lifted her hips up slightly.
Peyton's hand moved down, brushed over Billie's pussy, and landed on her thigh. Billie moaned, so softly it was almost impossible to hear. But Peyton heard. Her hand began to massage Billie's upper thigh, and Billie began to gyrate her lower body. Billie felt Peyton's lips against the side of her neck and leaned into the kisses. The voices in her head were now disappearing one by one.
Billie turned towards Peyton and their mouths instantly met. The kiss started soft, almost hesitant, but both women felt heat. They deepened the kiss, their tongues slipping into each other's mouths. Peyton's fingers then entered Billie. Billie moaned loudly into her friend's mouth, as Peyton curled her two fingers up inside of her. Her pussy was tight and hot. And very wet.
Peyton fingered her partner as they kissed. Her robe had become undone, and her large tits pressed against Billie's back. Billie's moans grew louder and shakier. Peyton increased her pace and moved her fingers up, playing with Billie's clit. Billie looked into Peyton's eyes as she came. Both of them remained laying there, looking at each other. Billie was breathing heavily.
Before Billie had a chance to really come back down to earth, Peyton was kissing her again. And straddling her. She grabbed the bottom of Billie's shirt and lifted it up and off. She took in the sight of her best friend's huge tits before kissing her again. She slipped off the robe and laid herself over her partner, their naked bodies pressed against each other. Peyton began to kiss and suck Billie's tits, her tongue flicking over each nipple. Billie was overwhelmed, her body full of live-wires.
Peyton began to kiss down Billie's body. Softly licking her stomach, her hips. She paused, hovering over Billie's wet cunt, and looked up at her BFF. Billie looked down at her, desperation and hunger in her eyes. "Please." She whispered. Peyton smiled, something Billie found incredibly sinister and sex, and put her mouth against her pussy.