(This is my first venture into the erotic writing world and I hope you all enjoy it. I know the title is lousy so don’t hit me too hard on that, I’ll try to do better in the future. Any comments or suggestions, good or bad, are welcome. However, if you don’t like what I’ve written, please send constructive criticism and not just comments like ‘it sucked’, so I can improve what’s lacking. Hope you enjoy.)
Gina was lying in bed beside her best friend, Denise, and unable to sleep simply stared up at the dark ceiling. Although she could hear the steady breaths signifying Denise’s slumber, she found her mind racing in too many directions in order for her to find her way to her own restful dreamland. Turning her head on the thick pillow, she again looked over at her friend’s peaceful face while she slept. Gina looked silently at her friend, admiring the way Denise’s jet black hair pooled around and framed her beautiful face, highlighting the perfectly even light caramel color of her flawless skin. Gina had always been envious of Denise’s skin tone. Since Denise was of Asian-American descent, she had a perfect tan all year round while Gina had to struggle to maintain her own color that, while nice, was no where near Denise’s. As Gina’s eyes fell to the tender perfectly formed slopes of Denise’s lips, that were slightly open to allow soft breaths to escape, her mind again turned to the event earlier that evening that was currently keeping her from much needed sleep.
The two of them had been at a party with some friends from school; drinking, flirting, and just having the usual brand of fun. However, as the party wound down until only a few people were left, someone had suggested a game of Truth or Dare and, always up for a fun game, Gina and Denise happily joined in. The usual round of questions and dares popped up until Gina dared one of the guys to run around the living room with his pants around his ankles. Of course, everyone had a good laugh as he did so, shuffling around with his pants around his feet and his Sponge Bob Squarepants boxers on full display. However, not to be outdone, the victim of her dare turned to the other guys present, when she was foolish enough to accept a dare from him in return, and asked for ideas. The boys huddled around and whispered before they all sat back with telling grins on their faces. With a wide challenging smile, the guy had dared Gina to kiss Denise on the lips for one minute. That wouldn’t have been that big of a challenge, except he further clarified that it had to be a French kiss and with “plenty of tongue.”
The girls initially refused but after plenty of good-hearted teasing and complaining by the guys, the two of them eventually gave in and agreed to the dare.
Gina could still remember how green Denise’s eyes looked as they turned to face each other then slowly moved towards one another. Even as she rested on the bed, she could still smell Denise’s subtle perfume that had so suddenly enveloped her senses as they nervously leaned into each other until their soft lips made contact. She could feel the warm tingling begin to build within the soft flesh that she held hidden beneath the dark blue material of her panties as she closed her eyes and remembered the way their soft lips had parted in order to allow their tongues to meet. The silence of the dark room surrounding her reminded her of the hushed excitement from earlier as their friends watched her and Denise explore one another’s mouths with the probing lengths of their dueling tongues. She imagined how they must have looked, her own blonde hair contrasting against Denise’s straight black strands while their open mouths allowed their tongues to meet in a moist dance. Before she was even aware that she was doing it, Gina moved her hand over and let it rest against her silk encased mons.
Her trembling gasp seemed loud in the quiet room as her fingers began to slowly slide along the fragile silk of her panties while they traced along the soft edges of her labia. The quiet tingling that emanated from within her suddenly erupted into a throbbing demanding need as her fingers teased along her hidden folds. Her fingers pressed more firmly against her warm dampening slit as she remembered the delightfully perfect taste of Denise’s mouth, the warmth of her breath washing against her own parted lips, and the inviting scent of Denise’s skin mingling with the soft aroma of her perfume.
Bending her right leg, she opened her thighs further, giving her fingers better access to the invigorating pulse that thrummed from her sex, while she turned her head and opened her eyes to carefully look at her sleeping girlfriend. She could hear the rhythm of her own breathing quickening as she looked at Denise and teased the sensitive nub of her clit through the thin curtain of her panties. The blankets from the shared bed were stretched warmly across Denise’s stomach, leaving the gently rising and falling hills of Denise’s large breasts exposed as the fleshy peaks stretched the soft purple silk and black lace covering of her cami. Gina was unable to prevent her eyes from dipping down and lingering on the full rounded globes of Denise’s smooth breasts, and the deep valley of her cleavage, as they rose from the top of her cami. Unable to stop herself, Gina began rubbing the pads of her fingers in short quick strokes over the swollen pearl of her clit, sending delicious rippling tremors coursing from her eighteen year-old pussy up her frame before they curled in delightful vibrations around her tight extended nipples. Her clinging baby tee felt constricting as it molded to her own pert breasts while she stared longingly at her friend’s much larger ones.
Gina had been aware, and had grown comfortable, with her own bisexuality since that aspect of herself had been awaken the previous summer when she had been seduced by the woman whom she worked as a dog walker for to earn extra spending money. As she looked at her best friend’s large, perfectly developed breasts, she marveled at how much larger they were than her previous lover’s. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have those large mounds of flesh spilling from between her fingers as she held them. How Denise’s skin would feel, smell and taste as she pressed her heaving swells against her face, allowing Gina to take one of those rounded hills into her suckling mouth.
She could feel the silk crotch of her panties sticking wetly to the dewy surface of her pussy as her fingers ground in firm solid circles against her clit. Succumbing to the loud demand surging from her moist cunt, Gina moved her hand up then slowly wiggled her fingers under the snug waistband of her panties. She watched her friend’s beautiful face, with a mixture of need and the fear of her waking up to catch her, as she slid her fingers through the thin strip of trimmed hair then along the slippery wet surface of her slit. Her breath caught in her throat for a fleeting second before it was released with a quiet whimper as she felt the soft slick folds of her pussy being spread by her fingers. She felt her eyes roll back before they were hidden under the closed lids of her eyes as she teased the dripping opening to her pussy with a finger before she slid it smoothly into the wet warmth. Afraid of waking Denise, Gina bit down against her lower lip, hoping to stifle the whimpers that threatened to leap from her mouth, as she began to slowly piston her middle finger in and out of the gripping tunnel of her pussy. She could feel the silk backing of her panties being wedged into the snug crease of her ass while she pulled her probing finger back, only to add a second finger before she slid them smoothly into the slippery tissue of her pussy. Her short jagged breaths seemed loud as she continuously mined her fingers into the dripping cavern of her sex, while her slender hips began to squirm against the mattress.
Her tight nipples were throbbing, demanding attention as they were teased from the suddenly coarse sensation of her tee, as it pressed against her larger than a handful sized breasts. The fleshy hills were aching to be touched, squeezed, but Gina was too afraid to tend to their need since her free arm was pinned between her and Denise’s bodies. In order to quell the ache in her breasts, Gina pressed the heel of her hand against her throbbing clit, grinding against it while her fingers deliciously probed inside of her clenching dripping cunt. She could suddenly smell the husky scent of her leaking, finger-filled cunt as it rose from beneath the covers. She began working her twin fingers faster, stabbing them into the clenching flesh of her pussy as she imagined Denise laying atop of her, both of them naked with their hands exploring one another while their tongues probed into each other’s mouths.
Arching her back, allowing her tee to stretch deliciously over the puckered pebbles of her nipples, Gina pressed her writhing hips down against the grinding heel of her palm, mashing her clit delightfully beneath it, as she thrust her fingers completely within her clenching cunt. Even with her biting down on her bottom lip, she was unable to prevent the seemingly loud whimper from jumping from her throat while she swirled her fingers within the sensitive walls of her slightly stretched pussy.
Just as she began to resume her fingers forward and back thrust, allowing her thin fingers to spear through the puffy folds of her dripping slit, Gina felt Denise move beside her. Before she could register what was happening, Gina felt Denise roll over onto her side and lay her left arm across Gina’s stomach. Freezing with her fingers still buried within the yearning depths of her pussy, Gina carefully peered over to her friend. She saw Denise, her eyes closed and apparently still asleep, laying against her and she was suddenly aware of the soft warm pressure of her friend’s breasts pressing against her arm that lay pinned between them and the presence of Denise’s smooth legs lighting touching her own. But what was worse, or better, was that Denise’s arm was lightly resting just beneath the rise of Gina’s own breasts. Gina lay rigid, even as her center demanded that she resume her self-serving attention, until she was sure that Denise was still sleeping.
