I lay on the bed whimpering quietly as the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided. One or two final throbs spontaneously pulsed from my pussy as I caught back my breath. The sex had been so good, we'd fucked twice and on the second time I had reached a sumptuous peak, causing me to cry out loud uncontrollably. At my young age, I was still a sexual novice, and this was a rare event for me. With my face pressed down into the pillow, Mark had taken me from behind my legs splayed out, my small breasts squashed into the mattress and round backside poking upwards. As my boyfriend withdrew his cock from my gaping pussy, several globules of his seed oozed out of me and dripped onto the white sheet. Thankfully I was on the Pill.
Pleased with his performance, which perhaps he measured by how much noise I made, Mark smiled, pulled my brunette hair to one side and kissed me on the back of my neck,
"Hmm, that was nice, but I've got to run Lisa or I'll be late for my lecture. Let yourself out and I'll come to yours later as we agreed. Okay?"
I grunted "Yup," and rolled onto my side to shield my eyes from the light he'd put on and tried to go back to sleep. There's nothing nicer than post-coital slumber.
After he'd gone, I luxuriated in the aftermath of this passionate lovemaking, my body still tingling with the remnants of pleasure that coursed through my veins. But, as I drifted in the hazy realm between consciousness and sleep, a gentle creak of the door and the whisper of approaching footsteps roused my senses. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light that filtered through the partially closed curtains. And there at the bedroom door stood Rachel, the partner of my boyfriend's best friend, a stunning blonde with an ample bosom that accentuated her slender figure. We'd become pretty good friends over the last months.
For a moment, Rachel's gaze fell upon me, the morning light caressing my flawless, twenty-year-old porcelain skin, bestowing an ethereal glow upon every curve that was not under the half-discarded duvet.
Transfixed I watched as Rachel's eyes traced the contours of my uncovered body, their journey lingering on the delicate curve of my neck before venturing further down to the side of one of my boobs. From there her eyes travelled to where my slender waist gave way to the subtle curvature of hips and the curve of my derriere. One of my legs, long and sculpted, stretched out before her, exuding an elegant grace that stirred an ache of longing deep within Rachel's own body.
Embarrassed to be caught so naked and vulnerable, I pulled the duvet over myself, though trying to be nonchalant at the same time.
Rachel, clad only in her partner's oversized t-shirt, moved towards the bed with a graceful, deliberate stride. Her dishevelled hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face with an alluring confidence. Beneath the loose fabric, her bosom swayed freely, unconfined by a bra, each movement emphasizing her own natural curves. As she walked, the shirt shifted with her, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs and, with each tantalizing step, fleeting glimpses of her blonde pussy hair. The fabric's gentle sway created a dance of shadows and light, making her sensuality undeniably evident.
Without a word, Rachel walked over to the bed and sat down beside me, our eyes meeting, a mischievous glimmer dancing within hers. The corners of her lips curled into a playful smile as she finally spoke, "Morning, Lisa. You look like you've had a good start to the day. No need to answer, as you were so noisy, you woke us both up!" Her voice held a hint of teasing admiration.
Rachel's gentle touch brushed away a stray strand of my ruffled hair, her fingertips trailing along my cheek. She leaned in closer, so our faces were mere inches apart, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. The warmth of her breath caressed my skin.
"Your pleasure was a siren's call I couldn't resist," she whispered, her voice a seductive melody that lingered in the air. "After the men left us, I had to come and see what you were up to myself."
I swallowed hard, my heartbeat quickening. The air crackled with unspoken tension as we exchanged a knowing look, acknowledging the uncharted territory between us. Leaning even closer, Rachel's lips brushed against my ear, her warm breath sending ripples of pleasure through me. "I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to join you, to share in the intoxicating pleasure that I heard," she murmured, her voice laced with desire and anticipation.
"I only wished Stephen did that to me, but he doesn't usually and certainly not this morning," Rachel whispered, her words laced with a mix of longing and vulnerability. In that moment, she bared her desires. The admission carried a touch of wistfulness, as if confessing a desire unfulfilled, a craving for a connection that mirrored the passionate encounter I had just experienced. In a semi-conscious state, I rolled over so I was face up and propped myself up on the pillows.
As I contemplated Rachel's words, my mind wandered back to a vivid memory - one that had remained etched in my thoughts since the night we had gone clubbing together a few weeks ago. It was a night of laughter, dancing, and unexpected desires simmering beneath the surface.
I remembered the pulsating music, the dimly lit dancefloor, and the way Rachel's presence ignited a sense of adventure within me. We had lost ourselves in the rhythm of the music, moving as if in sync, our bodies swaying to the intoxicating beat.
During the crowded club, an undeniable tension lingered between us. It was a magnetic pull, drawing us closer with each passing moment. Our playful banter had taken on a flirtatious edge, led by Rachel, whose teasing glances and subtle touches hinted at her unexplored desires.
And then, as if she knew what I was remembering, Rachel leaned in, her lips grazing against my ear as she whispered, "I've always found you incredibly attractive, Lisa."
