Charlotte then rested her head on top, and closed her eyes, feeling Kim's hand still on her leg. Her pulse quickened as she caught a faint whiff of Kim's citrusy perfume. She waited a while before daring to place her hand on top of Kim's, then chickened out a few seconds later. Kim's hand grabbed her retreating hand gently and sandwiched it between her own.
"Don't worry." Kim said, in a gentle whisper, as they continued to watch the movie, holding hands.
If you'd asked Charlotte what happened between then and when the credits rolled, she wouldn't have been able to tell you a thing. After the credits finished and the screen faded to black, the two slowly got up and looked at each other, smiling awkwardly. Kim leaned in to kiss, eliciting a soft moan from Charlotte, and it was mere moments before she was kissing back.
Kim was quite vocal, and made small, high-pitched moans as they kissed. Charlotte's other hand moved to the back of Kim's neck, not sure whether she should be expected to lead or to follow in a situation like this, but she let her hands decide where they wanted to be, and focused on the electric sensation of their kissing. The lips that met hers were soft and plump, with the slick texture of lipgloss she'd applied before the movie. Her hair smelled like a combination of roses and chamomile, and Charlotte inhaled deeply as she kissed down her neck.
"You smell so good, Lottie, I'm telling you."
"What do I smell like?" She responded as kisses peppered themselves into their words. "I was just thinking you smell good."
"I can't even describe it. You smell like... you. Like passion, mixed with... a library. And a gentle rainstorm." Kim offered, utmost desire hanging off of every word, and visible in her eyes.
"That's actually... poetic. And very sweet."
All she could think of at that point was how sweet her lips tasted, and how much she apparently loved Kim's tongue in her mouth, it playing a more assertive role in their kissing than expected. Charlotte allowed herself to moan as they kissed, as well, especially after seeing how much moaning seemed to turn each other on, inducing an almost ravenous state in Kim. The hand that Kim had been slowly gliding up and down her leg over the marshmallowy white bathrobe slid up to Charlotte's stomach.
The two girls gradually stopped kissing, and their breathing quickened as the hand with short, dark blue, manicured nails went under the center of the robe, and they both let out an audible sigh as Kim's fingertips slowly glided over the skin of Charlotte's breasts, which was soft, but covered in goosebumps. A finger drew small circles on her nipple, which had stiffened under the experienced touch of slender hands. Gently, she cupped the breast from underneath and began to knead softly, and the two resumed kissing with increased intensity. Charlotte ventured to use more tongue as they locked lips, the sensual handling of her chest drawing increased passion from deep within her. She got the sense that this desire for connection between the two of them had been budding for a long time in her dear friend, and also realized the same to be true deep within herself.
"Ohhh, Kim... please don't stop."
"I don't know that I could," she responded smirking and then biting her lip.
Just when the naive redhead began to wonder about the physical mechanics of two women being intimate, Kim's hand slid back down to hold Charlotte's and she stood up, her pink pajama shorts still hugging her lower body tightly. Charlotte's eyes followed the soft fabric to where it bunched in the center, and her heartbeat quickened. Kim's pajamas had bunched up slightly, revealing more of her plump thighs that practically made Charlotte's mouth water.
Kim moved slowly as she got up, maintaining eye contact, and gently tugged on her wrist, standing her up, and led her to her bedroom. "Just in case my roommate comes home," she said quietly. They stepped into her bedroom, which had light strips along the border of the ceiling, basking the room in a bluish purple glow. A pink neon-sign-style heart lit up above the headboard, highlighting the chunky-knit comforter on her bed, upon which Charlotte sat down. She opened the front of the bathrobe slightly, which was apparently an invitation to be straddled, hans reaching through the robe to her bare chest. "You really like that, don't you?"
"Y-yeah, I do..." Charlotte moaned, hoping she didn't stop, returning the favor, who, after a while of fondling through fabric, allowed her to remove her pajama top, revealing her larger D-cup breasts. She was chubby, but the perfect amount. The sweet spot some would call "thicc". A hand snaked downward from her breasts between them to Charlotte's slit, which was a veritable faucet of her natural juices. "Sorry, I'm... pretty pent up still, I guess," She said, as Kim pulled up her hand and separated her thumb and forefinger, watching the lubrication bridge between the two.
"What do you mean, sorry? It's freaking hot." She responded, eliciting a small smile from both of them due to her straightforwardness. Kim's hand returned southward and began to gently massage Charlotte's clit, paralyzing her to do anything other than lean backwards on her hands, as much as she wanted to continue to touch her friend all over. Kim knew exactly how to touch her to get her going. Her left hand alternated fluidly between her left and right sides of her chest, her mouth kissing up and down her neck and collarbone, occasionally taking breaks to resume passionate kissing on the lips. Meanwhile, her other hand remained down below, absolutely owning her ecstasy.
"Lottie, are you dripping?"
"What do you mean? I think we already established that..."
"No, I mean..." She flung open the white robe, and firmly squeezed her left breast. Three threadlike streams of white fluid arced from around the nipple in seemingly random directions, one of which landed straight in the middle of Kim's chest, and a small bit more continued to drip after she stopped. "See?"
"What in the..."
"Just... let me..." Kim practically tackled her to a laying position, if there were such a thing as a gentle tackle, and began to suck on her nipples. "You are delicious," Kim said in a low, feminine growl.
"What are you... how... " but Charlotte's vision began to tunnel, and pleasure soon overtook her every thought, as Kim seemed determined to suck her dry, while expertly fingering her friend. It wasn't long before Charlotte was a writhing, moaning, mess, dampening the sheets with tiny rivulets of milk and and a small circle of her personal brand of lube. She had never seen this side of Kim before, as she began to grind on her leg while pleasing her like she had practiced her whole life for this moment.
Time seemed to stop -- it could have been thirty seconds or five hours, for all she knew. When it seemed like she was close to cumming, Kim grinded against her upper leg with an almost painful amount of force, pushing herself over the edge as well. "FUCK, you are just... Mmmm..." She moaned, which was the first time in a long time she'd addressed her as anything other than "Lottie".
"Y-you're... agh... nnngh.. Ss.. sex... OHGOD--" she attempted to reply, with the rhythmic spasmings between her legs intensifying. The ensuing orgasm, simultaneous with Kim's, was one that she would remember for the rest of her life, due to the sheer mind-melting intensity of it. Her vision faded, and the room melted away. Fireworks exploded in her eyes, her mind, her very soul, as Kim moaned, pressing her pelvis into her quadricep. Both of her manicured hands tightened on her chest, droplets of liquid raining down on her face and stomach. Both experienced earth-shattering bliss as they collapsed into each other's arms.
