Always and Forever You

Always and Forever You Pt. 04

"One foot in front of the other, Rosa-

belle

, that's all it takes," Lily said from my left, trying in vain to keep us walking in a straight line.

I had uncontrollable giggles, as random memories raced through my mind, the latest, a song, triggered by Lily's words. "Do what they say, say what you mean, and baby, one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other," I sang my modified chorus louder each time.

"Oh my God, you're hysterical." It was Devon holding me up on the right. " The Fixx, right? I know that song. My dad loves that song. He sings it all the time."

"I bet he sings it better than Rosa does," Lily said. "She's incapable of holding a tune, even sober."

I looked down at my adorable little friend, who was insulting me, while struggling to keep me steady. "Ohhh fuck you, bitch I can so sing." Then I turned my head to my super-fucking-hot new friend. "She's right, I'm totally tone death." I slurred.

"Tone

deaf

," Devon corrected me with her big, bright smile.

"Nooo, I

killed

all the tones." I said dramatically. I wasn't so far gone that I'd lost my quick wit.

I recognized our hotel lobby and then we were in the elevator. Leaning back against the wall, I tried to talk the contents of my stomach out of my throat when the lift started to rise. "Seventeen floors. This isn't going to be good," I groaned

I made it without throwing up, thank God. "Did I fuck this night up because I'm too loaded?" I asked them. I'd been worried the whole walk back to the hotel.

"God, not at all," Devon said, "It's 2am, you only passed out for a few seconds, then you recovered. We had a great night, and Nya and I really...

really

hope we're going to see you two again before you go home." We reached the door to our hotel room and Lily unlocked it.

"Nyaaaaa," I said dramatically, pointing my index finger into Lily's chest, " Nyaaaaa is crushing on you big time."

Lily either blushed a little, or my vision was failing, but it was true regardless. Nya wanted my girlfriend...I mean girl

friend

.

"Let's get her into bed," Lily said, and then I swear, I heard Devon snicker beside me.

"I gotta pee first." I broke free of them and stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I leaned against the sink, and stared into the mirror, more than a little disgusted with myself. I didn't like to lose control, but some weird shit was happening to me this week. I tried for the easy escape and it didn't work.

I pulled down my purple panties and sat down to pee. When I wiped, I noticed how wet I still was. The panties were soaked just like my shorts were when I woke up that morning. I seemed to be in a constant state of turned on since we got to Florida. Whatever was going on in my head, it was also going on down below in my...

pussy

. Nya had used that term so casually, and made it sound so damned erotic rather than crude. I really wanted to come so badly, but I still felt nauseous and didn't need an orgasm to make me puke, thereby ruining orgasms for all eternity. I tossed my messy panties into the corner across the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, but really wanted a shower. I smelled like a skunk that burned to death in a forest fire. "That's really fuckin' sexy," I said to my pathetic reflection in the mirror.

It would be risky. Could I take a quick shower alone without falling through the glass door and slicing myself in two? I had to try because I couldn't get into bed like this. After unlocking the bathroom door in case I needed a rescue, I pulled the sundress off and tossed it over the edge of the tub.

Once I turned the shower on, there was an immediate knock on the bathroom door, then Lily's voice. "Are you alright in there?"

I stepped under the warm water. "I think so. The door's unlocked if you hear a crash though."

Fuck yeah, I survived the shower but oh My God, I was even more light-headed. I wrapped a towel around me and fumbled with the doorknob until it opened. In the room, Devon was still there, sitting on the edge of the bed talking to Lily, who was leaning against the desk. Whatever they were talking about, they stopped when I came in.

"Are you ok?" Devon asked. In a seated position, her white skirt was high, exposing a lot of her opened legs. Beneath the skirt she wore no panties, there was only her pink, puffy lips and wetness. I swallowed the saliva that instantly filled my mouth, and my breath went away. I felt a distinct movement of juices between my thighs. Lily had to have seen Devon exposed like that while they were talking.

"I just need some Excedrin and a few hours of sleep, and then I'll be ready to go," I promised.

Lily handed me a pair of shorts and tank top to sleep in. "Are you alright if I jump in the shower real quick?" She asked me.

"I'll sit with her," Devon said. "Where are the pills?"

"On the kitchen sink." Lily said before grabbing some clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

While Devon got the medicine and a bottle of water from the fridge, I quickly slipped on the shorts and a tank top. By the time she turned around I was dressed and sitting in the turned down bed, leaning up against the headboard. I wasn't too far gone to notice disappointment on her face.

"How is it you're all not as loaded as I am? I asked, closing my eyes to the blinding light in the room.

"Don't worry, we've got a great buzz. But we're more used to it. And Lily didn't drink as much as you did," Devon said. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and used her fingertips to trace along my hairline, across my forehead and around my ears, then repeating the motion over and over.

Devon's touch was relaxing and sensual, and my mind steered toward the pleasurable feelings, which weren't just localized where her fingers played. Hearing Lily's shower running on the other side of the wall was the only thing distracting me from total surrender. Confusion competed with my drunken arousal.

"You know," Devon said, "Lily knows how much Nya wanted to hook up with her tonight."

"She does?" I opened my eyes and the pain was intense. Devon got the hint and leaned over and turned the light off next to the bed.

"Yes, she does. She even knew it before I told her just now."

"How did she react?" I rolled onto my side, and Devon shifted next to me on the bed, her bent knee now giving me an even closer look at the cream colored skin of her inner thigh and exposed vagina. Devon's smooth labia glistened with moisture, and a little strip of red hair hovered above it. The throbbing in my head now competed for attention with the pulse coming alive between my legs.

"Lily was excited, of course," Devon answered, "Look how beautiful and exotic Nya is. But you know what? It's still Maribella she's fixated on."

"Maribella," I repeated softly. The pregnant girl on the beach. I rubbed my forehead, trying to help the Excedrin along in its battle. Devon followed my lead and with the fingertips of both hands massaged my temples.

"Yes, Maribella. Lily can't stop thinking about her. She's breathtaking, isn't she?"

"She's really pretty," I acknowledged. I'd have agreed to anything because Devon's fingers were giving me such relief.

"Do you know what it is about Mari that has captured Lily?"

"I can't think too clearly right now," I said weakly.

"It's because of you. Mari looks like you a little bit, didn't you notice?"

"Oh my God, not all Puerto Rican girls look alike." That made Devon chuckle a little. I still had my wit.

"No, but at that moment, floating out there in the ocean with you holding on to her, Mari is who she focused on. She projected those feelings of repressed desire that she's had for you onto someone else."

"She told you this?" My voice was only a whisper. The temple massage was putting me to sleep.

"She told me some. I filled in the rest. It's the only thing that kept her from hooking up with Nya tonight, and it's also why she couldn't go further with Alex on the beach last night."

Though sleep was close at hand, I played back the memory of my time in the ocean with Lily earlier. "I'm really confused..." I didn't know whether I'd said it aloud or not.

"When Lily was sick, you were by her side the whole time?"

"Yes." It came out as a whisper, barely audible.

"Because you love her."

"I love her, yes."

"Is it the way you think best friends love each other? Or sisters love each other?" Devon's voice was as soothing through my body as her fingers were.

I summoned the last bit of strength I possessed. "She's the best part of life."

"Yes, I believe that. Can I tell you something else? Devon asked.

I had no will to resist anything. I heard a little whimper coming from my mouth.

"As much as Nya wanted to have sex with Lily tonight, I wanted you," Devon whispered. "I was attracted to you even before I knew who you were at the airport. You were just some knock-out gorgeous girl coming down the escalator with her pixie-cute friend. I'm at a point in my life right now with no ties, and no interest in denying myself anything I want, and

fuck

.. I want you."

My eyes were closed, but I felt Devon's hand on mine. She lifted it off the bed, and then there was heat and softness. We gasped together, me with surprise, and Devon with pleasure. She was using my hand to masturbate with. Guilt and desire raged through me, as she slipped my fingers into her. Was it real or was I dreaming? I just couldn't be sure of anything.

"You're not the hook-up type are you, gorgeous? Neither of you are," Devon's voice carried a breathiness from trying to find words through her arousal. "That's because you and Lily are totally in love with each other. Nya and I can't fuck that up for you."

The words slammed into my brain, and the effects of them rippled through my body in my half conscious state.

"You know, I've been wanting to feel you inside me like this all night," Devon said. One hand was still rubbing my temple, while the other was slowly fucking herself with my fingers. "You've never done anything with a girl though," her voice soft and labored. "Have you?"

I had no strength now for words, the blackness of sleep was pulling me in. I willed my head to move just enough to relay the message. I'd never been with a girl.

She clutched my hand tighter, holding it in place. There was a sharp intake of breath, then a quiet barrage of moans filled my ears. I felt the vibration of the bed in the throbbing of my head.

The sound of the shower stopped.

The last sensations that registered with me were the feel of my fingers being sucked into another kind of wetness, this time, from lips and tongue. Devon was licking them clean, accompanied by the sound of a soft, peaceful sigh.

"Be with the person you love, completely." It was the final thing I heard before sleep took over.

****

The sound of a shower was like a torrential rain pounding on everything around me. My fingers, still inside of Devon, were drenched by the wetness falling. When I pulled them out, my hand was grotesquely pruned like it had been held underwater for days. Devon winked at me, and sucked my fingers into her mouth, absorbing all of the moisture out of my skin until my fingers crumbled to dusty pieces that fell onto the bed. Lily was standing nude in the bathroom mirror, her naked breasts with those little nipples needing to be kissed. Her graceful arms reached down to lift something off the bathroom floor. My purple panties were now in her hands. Lily's body trembled and in the mirror, her face revealed uncontrolled lust. She lifted the saturated material to her face, pressing it against her nose and mouth. "I love the scent of you" It was the muffled cry of yearning from her covered face. Beautiful Nya, her naked skin, black and flawless, was suddenly looming behind Lily, and entirely blocked my view and connection to the very best part of life.

My eyes snapped open. The room was dark except for some of the lights from the city coming in through the sliding glass door. I was alone. I raised my head off the pillow, and felt only a faint ache, the pills and hydration had worked. I tried recalling the events of the night to separate the reality from the dream. The beach bonfire was real. Did Devon walk us back to the room after? Yes, that part happened as well. What took place here in the bed though, I couldn't be sure. It felt real, but so did Lily nude in the mirror, moaning into my panties. Where was Lily? The clock on the nightstand showed 3:45. Lily was either in the bathroom or on the balcony. I had a moment of dread. Did Lily leave to party with Devon and Nya? No, Lily wouldn't abandon me.

I slid out of bed, and felt steady on my feet. "Lily?" I called out into the dark, but received no answer. The slider was partially open and the rolling sound of the surf was all I heard. The door to the bathroom was open, and the light was off. As I moved toward the balcony, I felt what I can only describe as a shift in my center of gravity that nearly knocked me off balance. I was close to the door now and it felt like my nervous system was suddenly tied to the motion of the waves across the street. I'd experienced panic attacks in my life, and this felt like that. My breathing was labored, and my chest tightened.

There was a difference though. This sense of fear was symbiotically linked with a familiar, pleasant feel of pulling low in my body. At the door, the sound of the sea was joined by the soft sound of uneven breaths, the rhythm of which empathically synced with my own. I was trembling as I peered outside to find Lily, barely lit in the orange glow of the city, sitting on the lounge, legs propped up and spread. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth opened slightly. I saw the outline of her left hand down inside her tank top, playing with her breasts. Her right hand was moving in circular motions between her thighs.

My breath caught in my throat as I stood at the threshold over Lily's shoulder and out of her sightline. I leaned back against the doorframe, not knowing what to do. I couldn't make myself move and as I watched Lily bring herself pleasure, I felt a tingling in my chest into my nipples. Seeing her manifest the fantasy that must be playing out in her mind, was the loveliest thing I'd ever witnessed, save for the crippling shame I felt for invading her privacy. When Lily's hand lifted from her sex to her nose to inhale the scent on her fingers, in the glow of the city lights, I saw her eyes roll and the sweetest little cry came from her mouth. For me, it was in slow motion, and as it happened my own juices slipped down into my shorts. I was light-headed again, like back at the bonfire. I grabbed the wall for support, but fuck, I was not silent.

Lily gasped when she turned and found me standing there. I was terrified, and Lily's expression reflected the crippling fear and shame she felt. Then, tears poured down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, oh God, I'm so sorry." She barely got the words out before she started to sob. I knew she was being pummeled by the memory of her raging mother.

"

Don't stop

." I couldn't make the words come out, but I didn't need to because it was Lily. While her tears continued to run from her eyes, I sensed the traumatic memory of being caught masturbating years ago fading, and her expression of mortification slowly phased into something else. I couldn't know exactly, but I was certain she needed me closer. In seconds I was straddling the lounge behind her. I gently eased Lily's trembling body back between my opened legs. I noticed she was nude below the waist. I'd seen her like this before, but never had I been affected this way. Lily was still crying, and I held her tight.

"Rosa, something is happening to me." Fear clinged to Lily's voice. Was it still about her mother? I didn't think so.

"It's happening to me too," I whispered close to her ear, and brushed the tears running from her eyes. I hoped it was a reassurance to her that she was safe, and not alone in these feelings. My fingertips became an artist's brush, as I imagined painting Lily's sweet face on a canvas. I traced around her forehead down over her ears, and around her chin, meticulously repeating the motion over and over for as long as it took for her tears to quell. Her breathing became peaceful again and I wanted to relax too, but we'd experienced a moment that I was desperate not to lose.

"Lily, please...keep going." I held my lips to the back of her head, literally praying for a return to where this had started. After a stillness that seemed to go on forever, her hand moved back down between her thighs.

My eyes followed Lily's hands, one back on her breast while the other explored her sex. I studied the way she pleasured herself, and I was bewitched watching the erratic rise and fall of her chest and tummy from the sensations caused by her fingers. Her body against my own, and the feeling of being physically bonded like this consumed the surface of my skin, and fuck, even my soul. Would I laugh at the thought later, or be embarrassed by it? No, the recollection hit me. I've felt this before, but always mixed with an intense sadness

I instinctively pushed my hips forward so that my mound beneath my shorts pressed against her lower back. My sex was crying out for something more. It needed to be closer.

At the feel of it, Lily's body shuddered, and her voice was breathless. "Wow..." She pulled my arm tight around her chest until her chin was resting on it. "I can feel your heat back there." Her voice held the weakness of arousal.

Emotions threatened to overcome me as I clutched her. I tried to fight back the memories of the last time I held her this closely, giving her the strength to manage the intensity of her pain. I had cried then, quietly, not wanting Lily to know how scared I was that I would lose her. I felt hopeless and then tormented by fear that I'd be alone without her.

But my tears falling now were euphoric. I was sharing something happy and beautiful with Lily. In the illumination on our balcony by the sea, I was lost in the sight of her pretty fingers down between her legs, bringing herself pleasure, and because I was cradling her body. I was part of this too. I prayed this memory would forever erase those other things.

Looking down I watched Lily's fingers tease through the soft mound of dark hair, circling her clitoris. The labia below, I noticed, were fuller than my own. I fantasized about how I might touch her lips, and roll them lightly between my fingers the same way I played with myself, but I couldn't make my hands move. Another moan escaped Lily's mouth, responding to the pleasure she felt from all of this.

"You're so beautiful, Lily. Touch yourself. This is our perfect moment together," I whispered, and followed with moist, lingering kisses along her neck and cheek.

We stayed like this for a long time, in no rush for it to ever end. Slowly, but steadily the sounds of Lily's desire intensified from my encouragement, verbal and otherwise. Soon her fingers made little clicking sounds as they played in the moisture pooling inside her. The only thing more sexy were the desperate moans coming from her mouth. She was reaching the point of no return..

"God, Rosa, it's so good with you." Losing inhibition, Lily's legs opened wider. Her left hand came off her breast and fell on top of my arm to steady herself.

Her touch made me want more of it. I wrapped my ankles around Lily's. Both our legs were spread now, and Lily's nude thighs were against mine. It was one million times better than in the ocean earlier. My shorts were wet through as they pushed into Lily. I wanted them gone, but I didn't dare stop to take them off and risk rational thoughts ruining our moment. I wanted to feel Lily's bare bottom against my

pussy

though... yes that word again, with its new, raw sexual context, prodded me to press harder. "Fuck Lily, I need you closer," I begged as I pulled her tighter and dry humped her soft ass, though there was absolutely nothing dry in any of this.