.. 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.
