The weekend following our first sexual escapade, I headed to Summer's on Friday night per our usual routine. Her family was gone for the weekend at a church retreat and we had the house to ourselves. We usually spent weekends like that watching movies she wasn't normally allowed to see or having co-ed drinking parties that were beyond forbidden. But this particular weekend she made no mention of having people over, and I couldn't help but hope that meant she was ready for some more one-on-one fun.
I went straight to Summer's house when I got off work around midnight. I let myself in and found her in the living room, flipping through channels on their massive flat screen. She was dressed in cute pink plaid pajama pants and a light blue form-fitting baby t-shirt that bared just the slightest sliver of her soft tummy. Her hair was banded in a high ponytail and I could smell her fruity shampoo. She was obviously fresh from the shower, which made me mindful of my own hygiene status. I had come to her house after work and flopped down on the couch in my fast food getup countless times over the years, but things were different now. Unwilling to get close enough for her to notice my sweat-plastered hair or the scent of greasy french fries, I poked my head into the living room and announced that I was going to hop into the shower.
"Oh hey," she greeted me, "Help yourself - I just got out. There's clean towels in the linen closet."
"Thanks, I'll just be a minute."
I helped myself to towels and lugged my tote bag into Summer's bathroom. I couldn't help but remember what transpired here last weekend and I wondered if she thought about it as she got ready in the morning, standing before this very mirror. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander back to my first glimpse of Summer's adorable pussy and the guilty pleasure I saw in her face when she couldn't pull her eyes away from my nether region. I couldn't stop my hand from making it's way down to my slit, massaging my outer lips ever so gently - the way I did when I touched Summer for the first time. I used my other hand to pull and twist on my nipple as I felt wetness seeping from between my legs. I propped one leg on the toilet lid for better access, and opened my eyes to a delicious view of my own anatomy in the bathroom mirror. Thinking of Summer, I kept my eyes fixed on my own glistening lips. I remembered the heat of Summer's mouth, clumsy and untrained on my hard nipples. I felt my legs shake as I brought myself to a swift climax, fearful that Summer had somehow heard my stifled moans (and on the other hand, hopeful that she had).
I took a long, hot shower using Summer's shampoo and body wash, as I had dozen of times before. This time, the smell was so intoxicating, I fought hard to keep my hand from ravaging my clit once again. I grabbed the fresh razor from my tote bag and smoothed off the stubble around my pussy lips, legs and underarms. I had no idea if things were going to heat up again, but I was damn well going to be ready in the event they did.
After drying off, brushing my teeth, blowing my hair dry and donning my pajamas (wishing I'd brought a cuter pair), I rejoined Summer in the living room. I was surprised to see that she was scrolling through movie channels, as her parents kept a strict lock on anything with higher than a PG-13 rating.
"Did your parents finally lift the ban on grown-up movies?" I asked, jokingly.
"Hell, no," she replied, "I just figured out the current password."
"Really... what was it?" I asked
"Corinthians," she replied, "They change it often, but never with any variety. It's always straight from the bible."
We shared a laugh and then went back to deciding on a movie. As late as it was on a Friday night, many of the channels offered nothing more than softcore skin flicks. Together, we read the ridiculous titles out loud.
"Wet and Wild Ladies,"
"Dominatrix City,"
"Spaceship Seduction,"
"Lesbian Vixens..."
After the last title, we both paused for a split-second. It was the first awkward moment we'd shared since the morning after. Nervous as I was, I decided to capitalize on the opportunity while I still had the chance.
"Have you ever watched one of those shows?" I asked.
"No," she answered honestly, "I've never really had the chance without anyone around to catch me."
"They're kinda funny, actually," I tried to make light of my suggestion, "There isn't any real sex, just a bunch of naked people rubbing up against each other, trying to make it look like they're doing it."
"Really?" she asked curiously, "Let's watch one."
That was easier than I thought. To my delight, she selected Lesbian Vixens and we settled in to an opening scene of two young women baking cookies. They were dressed in belly shirts and super-short shorts, wearing tons of make-up. And, of course, one of them accidentally stuck her finger in the cookie batter, and the other one thought it logical to lick it off seductively, rather than running it under the faucet. We giggled at the cheesy cinematography until one of the girls took her shirt off, and the other began sucking on her nipples. Tacky and fake or not, this show was starting to turn me on and I suspected the same from Summer when I heard a barely audible gasp escape her throat.
We sat in the dark living room, watching the two women go at it for the full hour without saying a word. Summer's eyes never left the screen and I wondered if it was because she enjoyed the movie that much, or if she was too embarrassed to look at me.
When the credits started rolling, Summer announced that she was tired and ready for bed. I quietly followed as we went around making sure doors and windows were locked and lights were turned off.
When we got to her room, Summer took her pajama pants off and hopped into bed (she never slept with pants on, only her underwear and a t-shirt). I climbed in next to her as she turned off the light. It certainly didn't look like anything was about to happen, and my clit was throbbing in protest. I waited for her to say, "Good night, Andrea" as I plotted an excuse to go to the bathroom and masturbate again.
Instead of saying good night, Summer rolled onto her side and reached a hand out to my thigh. I wondered at first if she had brushed my leg by mistake - something else that had happened a million times over the course of our friendship - but quickly realized she knew exactly what she was doing as she began tracing lazy circles across my skin.
I turned to face her and ran my hand over the side of her abdomen, down her hips and back up, growing ever more excited by the outline of her hourglass figure. Summer slid her hand up my shirt and began toying with my breasts, rolling my nipples around on her fingertips and palming their full weight. I heard her breathing deepen and felt the pull on my tits increase in pressure and speed. She was really getting into it! I ran my hand up to Summer's face and pulled it to mine in a tender kiss. It attempted to be tender, anyway, but apparently she had other ideas. She threw a leg over my hip and pulled me into her, pressing our bodies together as she probed my mouth with her soft tongue.
I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me. She sure is a good learner, I thought as she boldly grinded her pussy against my thigh, just as I had done the previous weekend. The moonlight streaming in from Summer's bedroom window illuminated her perky, round tits as I freed them from the confines of her t-shirt. I eagerly ran my hands up and down, back and forth across her stomach and chest, marveling in the firm, yet soft details of her physique. Her nipples were so hard, it almost felt as though they would pluck off right in the palm of my hand as I flicked and twisted.
Summer reached for the hem of my tank top, pulled it over my head and flung it toward the end of the bed. I pulled her down toward me so I could feel our breasts rubbing against each other as I kissed her mouth hungrily. I could feel Summer's muscles tightening around my thigh and, unwilling to let her come just yet, I rolled her onto her back once more.
I slithered my tongue down Summer's neck and between her breasts, pausing to greet each with a kiss, a lick and a nibble. She raised her hips as I removed her panties, bucking and moaning underneath me as I kissed a trail down her thighs, calves and ankles.
I worked my way back up to the sweet spot between her legs and used my thumbs to separate her puffy pussy lips. They were perfectly smooth! I glanced up at Summer, who was smiling wickedly, having obviously anticipated my reaction.
"I got another Brazilian bikini wax this week," she explained.
"So..." I flirted cautiously, "You knew this was going to happen?"
"I hoped it would happen," she corrected me, "I've been thinking about it all week."
"Me too," I said.
"I actually masturbated for the first time in my life this week," she admitted, "Thinking about the way you touched me."
The mental image of Summer playing with herself, especially to the thought of us together, sent another surge of moisture between my legs. These were her first sexual experiences with women, and I was the one who took her over the edge, tempted her beyond the point of control. This knowledge lubed my ego to match my cunt.
"Well, I can't say it was my first time doing it," I offered, "But I was so turned by the thought of seeing you again that I masturbated in your bathroom tonight before my shower."
"Mmmm..." Summer mused, "What did you think about while you were doing it?"
"I watched myself in your mirror," I said, "And I imagined the slippery pussy lips I was stroking were yours,"
"It's so hot to think of you playing with yourself," Summer replied, "But... are you going to be able to...?"
