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On a Rainy Day

By: Elenia



I looked out the window silently as Stewarts beat up old pick up truck bumped noisily down the rough dirt road. We were on our way to my camp, where I had forgotten my mom's generator last weekend. Stewart had been the only person who had been available to take me on the hour and a half trip back to the camp today, or otherwise I would have gotten a drive with someone else. I didn't quite know how to explain it, but there had been a certain tension between us lately, and I was pretty sure he could feel it too whenever we were around each other. 

I squirmed a little in my seat, causing my jeans to rub slightly against my already erect clit. It didn't help that I was extremely horny today either, and my fingers kept twitching because I wanted to rub myself so bad. 

I glanced over at Stewart, who seemed to be concentrating completely on driving. At the moment, I doubted, he'd notice if I opened the truck door and rolled out, much less have a little fun. Gently, I let my thumb brush against the right side of my breast, and continued looking out the window. To my surprise, I noticed it had started raining outside. 

For a few minutes, I listened to the raindrops come heavier and faster, until they almost sounded violent as they pelted the truck outside. I kept rubbing my thumb in circles on the side of my breast, feeling the blush that came to my cheeks every time I became excited. 

All of a sudden, the truck slowed down drastically, sputtered and stopped completely. I blinked in surprise and looked over at Stewart questioningly.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then blushed and said we were out of gas. I rolled my eyes and groaned; the rain was pelting outside and the nearest gas station was 5 miles back. 

"I can't believe you didn't fill it before we left!" I said with a shake of my head. "Well, I'm not going out there to get gas, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to go out there either, so I guess we'll just have to wait it out for awhile." I unbuckled my seat belt, and stretched my legs and a few seconds later he did the same with a long yawn. 

"I think I'll take a nap till the rain stops," he yawned again. 

"Some company you are," I said with a laugh as he stretched out, slouched in his seat and shut his eyes with a grin. 

"Yep, that's me," he said. "Always a conversationalist." 

I shut my eyes too, deciding I might as well take a nap too, but I just couldn't fall asleep. I was way too horny to bother with naptime, and I mentally sighed as I opened my eyes to see it was raining out just as hard as ever. 

I looked over at Stewart, peacefully sleeping already and let my eyes wander hungrily over him. He looked solemn in a way, but dead sexy. I smiled slyly as I checked him out, since this was the only time I had ever been able to do so without being noticed. He had scruffy, honey blond hair that I was fond of messing up, and beautiful dark brown eyes that were the color of melted chocolate, and just as sweet. His nose was long and had a cute way of turning red when he was embarrassed, which always made me grin. His lips-what I wouldn’t have done to kiss those lips! - were full and perfectly sculpted, and were at the moment, slightly parted. He had a small triangular tuft of scruff he called a beard, which was an odd mix of blond and black. 

I let my eyes wander back up to his lips, and wondered what they tasted like. Gently, hesitantly, I reached up and touched his lips softly with a shaky hand. They were warm and incredibly soft. 

Shivering now with the boldness of what I was about to do, I brought my hand away from his face, leaned over quietly, and kissed him. I felt the heat rush to my face as I reveled in the intoxicating touch and taste of his mouth, then quickly pulled away. Did I just see an eyelid flicker? 

I watched him for a minute, then after feeling sure he was asleep, smacked myself in the head. What had I been thinking? What a stupid thing to do! How would I have explained that little scenario to him if he had woken up? 

"Uh...you had a smudge of peanut butter on your mouth from when we had breakfast at that diner early this morning, and we don't have any napkins in the truck so I thought I'd wipe it off with the next best thing..." Yea. THAT would have worked. 

But now I had a problem. I had started getting wet from checking Stew out and kissing him, and it hadn’t helped with the horniness factor at all.

Then a desperate idea came to my mind. Stewart was asleep...so if I had some fun, he would never know, and I could have some relief. 

With a wicked grin, I quietly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, making as little sound as possible, then hiked them down a little to give myself some room to spread my legs. I ran my fingers over my bare pussy, freshly shaved this morning. The only hair I kept was a small dark colored tuft, which was near the top of my slit. I played with it for a moment, smoothing it down, then plunged my fingers deep into my pussy, getting them full of my juice. I rubbed the juice over my clit so it wouldn’t be dry, and then slowly started rubbing it. First up and down, then clockwise and counter clockwise. Mmm, it felt so good, rubbing my hard clit faster and faster. I bit down hard on my lip so I wouldn't moan. I looked over at Stewart to make sure he was still asleep, then let out a small moan as I suddenly started thinking about Stew...as just a little more then a friend. A wild picture flashed across my mind; one of me and him fucking. I tried to suppress another moan and failed as I kept picturing it in my mind. Tingles shot through my pussy as I let myself imagine what it'd feel like to have him pressed against me, to feel him pumping into me, to moan into his ear and taste his sweat as I kissed his face. I opened my eyes again to look over at him, then stopped in shock and horror. 

His eyes were open! 

For a second, I just sat there dumbstruck, and then I blushed deeply and started fumbling to haul my jeans back up, stammering apologies.

Gently he reached over and took my hand, holding it still. I looked up at him in surprise and shame, to discover his eyes had an odd look to them, a look I had only ever seen hints of before. 

"You kissed me earlier, but it was so soft and quick I barely got to feel it." He said with a grin. "And now, since you got to steal a kiss, it's my turn to steal one back!" He tilted my head up and kissed me lightly, then with hunger. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me deeply, like it had been something he had wanted to do for a long time. I loved the velvety feel of this kiss, and started to let myself relax and melt into it. 

He pulled back after a few moments then smiled as he let his eyes travel over me. I felt embarrassed again as I realized I must have been quite a sight; my hair was ruffled from when I had been having fun earlier, my jeans were still down around my ankles, and my nipples were hard and noticeable through my tank top. I even still had juice on my hand, dripping slowly down my fingers. I looked over at my damp hand and said, "Uh...do you have any napkins or Kleenex?" 

He looked over at my hand. Leaning over me, he took it, held it up to his face as though for inspection, then inhaled deeply. As he did so, I noticed a rather large bulge in his jeans. My eyes widened slightly at the sight of it, and I looked back at Stewart to see him vigorously sucking the juice off of my fingers. I felt slightly dazed; never once in my life had I imagined Stewart would be leaned across me, hungrily licking up every drop of my juice that he could get while I watched as his hard cock throbbed in his jeans, just begging for attention.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had always wondered what his cock would look like and it was making me so fucking hot and wet just staring at it. Reaching over, I started rubbing him slowly, teasingly. He stopped licking the juice off my hand and looked at me, surprised. I started rubbing a little harder and he shut his eyes for a second, savoring the attention. 

"It'll be easier if you sit down," I said in a low voice. Opening his eyes, he sat down again. 

I was loving this. I could feel how stiff his cock was through his jeans, and I decided I was done with teasing him. Now for the real fun. 

Slowly I undid the button on his jeans and unzippered them. Now he was the one with the "I don't believe this is happening" look on his face. I traced my fingers lightly down his dark blue boxer briefs, and then looked back up at him to smile. 

Then, with no more hesitation, I pulled them down to reveal his cock. I caught my breath as I realized I had never wanted anyone or anything so bad before. I shut my eyes for a second to imagine myself riding that thick, hard cock, to have it pumped into wet hot pussy over and over again. I needed to be fucked so badly. But first...a lil fun. 

A drop of cum wet the head of his cock, and I leaned down and caught it with my tongue. His smell alone was enough to drive me crazy with lust. Gently, I lowered my mouth down and started sucking the head of his cock. He gasped slightly and I paused only to grin a moment before continuing and picking up the pace. I kept taking a little more of his cock in my mouth as I went. Stewart seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this and I decided I must not have been doing half bad for someone who had never done this before.

With every few minutes, I kept going faster, listening to his accelerated breathing and gasps, loving making him feel so good. He moaned my name in between gasps, and I could feel juice running down my thigh as I sucked his hard cock. 

All of a sudden he tugged on my head slightly, bringing my face up so he could kiss me wildly. Small beads of sweat rolled down his face, and I found myself gasping for air and shivering with need. 

"Stewart, please..." I moaned, rubbing his cock near my hot, soaked pussy. He looked eager to accept, and gently laid me down on the truck seat, leaning in to kiss me again. 

Being one of my best friends he knew I had never done this before, and as horny as he was he seemed a little hesitant. I could feel his cock throbbing hard against my thigh. I squirmed anxiously, trying to edge my hot cunt closer to his cock. I moved my hips up slightly and moaned again, "Please...please fuck me Stewart...I need it so bad..." 

He started pushing himself in slowly, too slowly for my liking. He saw anxious I was for him to fuck me, how anxious I was to feel him pumping into me. He smiled evilly and said in a teasing voice, "No, we shouldn't do that...best friends don't fuck after all, that's just..." he let out a loud moan as I wrapped my legs around his back and pushed him deep inside of my pussy. Surprised it didn't hurt, I squeezed myself tight around his thick, throbbing shaft and moaned too. "Fuck me," I growled slightly pushing myself against him. With no more hesitation he started pumping into me hard and fast.

"Uuuuuh...oh fuck....oh Stewart..go faster.. fuck me harder..." I moaned. This was so much better than any fantasy. Stewart’s moans came faster and more primal then before, a kind of half growl. We were kissing as wildly as we were fucking, biting each other’s lips and moaning in each other’s mouths. 

All of a sudden, he started gasping. "Oh...my...oh fuck...oh FUCK!" He quickly pulled out, and looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, I almost came so I had to stop." 

I sat up, my cunt still aching for more and far from satisfied yet. I pulled off my sweaty shirt and threw it on the floor, then hesitantly unclasped my bra as well. I wasn't overly proud of my breasts; though they were a fair size, my nipples were big and when I was as horny as I was then, they were huge. 

To my surprise, Stewart almost immediately reached over and lightly pinched my left nipple. He watched in fascination as it swelled up even harder. I leaned over to kiss him again; unable to forget the need I felt to be fucked still. Without breaking the kiss, I edged over until I was sitting on his lap. His cock was still rock hard, and with a gasp I plunged myself onto it. I started fucking him, riding him with my hot little pussy. Fucking him harder, pushing him as deep as I could inside of my wet cunt with each thrust. Stewarts head was thrown back, his mouth wide open as he moaned and panted and begged for me to ride his swelling cock faster. He filled my aching, hungry pussy with his thick shaft, and I squeezed my tight cunt around him with each wild thrust. His hands were grabbing my ass, forcing me to fuck him deeper, not allowing me to slow down.

He seemed urgent again, and I knew he was going to cum soon. I wanted nothing more than to fuck my hot, horny friend until he couldn't take it anymore, so I kept going. Within a few seconds, he was trying to make me slow down or stop, but I kept going until I could feel him about to, and quickly got off. I slipped his cock deep into my mouth again, and looked up at him as his eyes rolled back into his head while thick streams of cum shot into my mouth. I sucked lightly, like the salty sweet taste and wanting more, enjoying the feeling of him throbbing. When I was sure there was no more, I kissed his cock gently, then kissed my way up to his mouth, sitting lightly on his lap and wiping sweat off of his face. 

When he was able to talk again, I smiled and asked, "Feel ok?" in a teasing manner. 

He looked at me for a moment, and then in a flash I was on my back, and his face was buried in my pussy, licking and sucking juice. He started licking my clit like it was his only purpose in the world, and I began moaning uncontrollably. "No no, it feels too good, stop stop!" I tried to push his head away, but he brushed my hands away and kept licking and sucking passionately. He started thrusting his fingers into me while he ate me out, and it was too much for my pussy to take. I arched my back and let out a scream as I came hard all over his fingers, again and again. He eagerly started lapping up cum, while I caught my breath. When he was done, he looked up and smiled. 

"Feel ok?" he asked in a teasing manner. 

I laughed breathlessly and reached up to tousle his hair. "How come we've never done this before?" I asked with a laugh.

He shrugged and grinned his goofiest grin. "Must have been saving it for a rainy day," he said with a yawn. He cuddled up beside me, holding me tight in his arms against his warm chest, and continued his nap. 

On a Rainy Day



In a way, I suppose you could say that it all began when I first met my friend Amy. To be honest though, there were signs even before that. A few times when I'd been hanging out with a cute girl, or when I'd been watching television, I'd find myself paying attention to the sway of their hips or the warmth of their smile. It must have started when I was a teen, and grown closer and closer toward the surface of my consciousness as I aged. None of this would have been abnormal at all, were it not for the fact that I'm a girl.

All through high school, I was a bit shy. I had a few friends who were really close, and I knew some others. Still, I mostly kept to myself and didn't go out much. One of my few regular social experiences was hanging out with my friends at my house or theirs, and the occasional birthday party or special event.

If I had to choose a best friend, it wouldn't be very hard to decide. Amy and I met in high school and we hit it off right away. She and I share a sense of humour, and we're both really easy-going, which matters a lot in long-term friendships. We've been through all sorts of stuff, from the time that we snuck out at night, to sharing all of our secret crushes, to going on vacation together. We really are the definition of best friends.

One of the few differences between us was that she had had sex, and I hadn't. All through high school, I had never had a boyfriend. I had dated a guy for quite a while after I graduated, but it had fallen apart when I realized that I mostly dated him just so I'd be dating someone – which isn't the best way to start something long-term.

A lot of people would assume from my appearance that not having a boyfriend was a conscious choice. Surprisingly, I never really got any interest from guys. I always wondered a little about why that was, since most people said I was pretty and I had what people in popular culture seemed to imply was an ideal body: I was always slender but not skinny, an average height of about 5'7", and puberty had brought me a pair of perky C breasts and a shapely bum. I didn't have any odd features, just deep brown eyes to match my long brown hair and olive skin.

In the end, I figured that it was because I was a bit weird and – even more so – that I was shy. Not going to any parties during high school has been known to reduce your chances of getting a boyfriend.

Amy, on the other hand, was a lot more outgoing. Although she didn't have the 'ideal body' according to society, I found her quite beautiful. She had medium-length blonde her, a broad forehead, and a small nose. Her face was well proportioned, and her green eyes matched her face nicely. Her breasts were a little bigger than mine, to be fair, but not by much. She was also a little shorter than me, perhaps 5'5".

Regardless, I was pretty happy with my life – even if I didn't have much success with boys. I had a good family, some nice friends, and I did well in school.

That day, like many others, I was spending with Amy. She and I had planned to hang out at my place, go out for a walk in the forest, and than have a sleepover. The day began just as we had intended, with Amy coming over just after lunch. Then, something unfortunate happened.

"What are you guys planning today?" my mom asked us.

"Why?" I asked, suspicious of her intentions.

"Well you better not be planning anything outside; it's supposed to rain all day and night."

"Well we'll just do whatever works" I said dismissively.

As we made plans for the day, however, my mother's predictions became unavoidable.

"It's raining...a lot" Amy stated, ignoring the fact that it was obvious.

"Yeah, it sucks" I replied just as dryly. "Want to play Jenga?"

Amy giggled "sure." 

The game got old pretty fast, and so we found other things to pass the time indoors. We ended up entertaining ourselves with the cat, and talking about random things that were going on in our lives. 

It was getting really late, so we decided to get ready for bed. We brushed our teeth and then went to the bathroom one at a time, each getting changed into our bedtime clothes.

As always, I went to bed in a pair of loose-fitting short-shorts and a tank-top. I noticed that Amy was wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of exercise shorts with a pull-string, which showed off her smooth legs – but I tried not to think about it too much.

I jumped onto the bed, and Amy plopped onto the air mattress. 

"Time for girly-talk!" I exclaimed. "What was the strangest place you've had sex?"

"I would have to say in the school stairwell" she replied, blushing. 

I laughed, a bit surprised. 

"Really?! I always wanted to have sex in the forest..."

"Oh, we had sex in the forest too" she added.

"Where haven't you had sex? On a roof?"

She chuckled. "Yeah."

"How long does it usually last?"

"Pretty long...about thirty minutes on average. The longest was fifty minutes, and the shortest time was only 5 minutes, but that was only because we were afraid of being caught."

I had no idea how long sex was supposed to last. Now I had an idea of a timeframe. 

"Woah" I replied, trying to imagine it. "How was your first time?" 

She shrugged, "It was okay I guess. It hurt a little bit but we used lube."

My thoughts suddenly shifted.

"I wonder how lesbians have sex. Is it possible for a girl to lose her virginity to another girl?"

"You know, I'm not really sure" Amy responded, her brow furrowing. "Virginity is the hymen breaking, so I guess they could if there is some sort of penetration?"

Thinking about it, she continued.

"Though, that wouldn't make much sense because that's not how men lose their virginity and women can break their hymen while horseback riding or while using a tampon." 

"Maybe it's their vaginas rubbing together?" I countered, awkwardly making a scissoring motion with my hands. 

Amy laughed. 

Suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder followed by the roaring of a downpour.

"Holy shit" Amy exclaimed.

"Come in under the warmth of my sheets and lick my vagina" I responded.

We both chuckled at my ridiculous statement. 

"But in all seriousness, I don't understand why people act as if sharing a bed with someone you know is taboo" I said, covering up my desire. 

"Yeah, really. You're both friends, it's not as though you're going to be unwittingly fondled if you share a bed with someone." Amy agreed, "Men are way more afraid of sharing a bed than girls are, I find."

I took the chance to throw in an anecdote. "I know what you mean. For the last band trip, four of the guys had to share a room that had two double beds. To avoid sleeping in the same bed as one of the guys, one of them slept in the tub with blankets and another slept on the floor."

There was another, even louder burst of thunder followed by a continuing deep rumble. We both gave a surprised shout, and Amy seemed a bit shaken. 

"Maybe I will take you up on your offer after all" she said, while moving off of the air mattress and towards my bed. 

As Amy slipped under the sheets of my bed, I wasn't even thinking about weirdness. It actually felt pretty normal to be in the same bed as one of my close friends. Bed sharing wasn't something that had bothered me in the past, although that might be a bit of my European coming out; I had grown up in a family where my parents would walk around naked a lot, so very few things bothered me.

It wasn't until I felt the soft skin of her arm brush against my torso that I realized how intimate it was. She wrapped an arm around me and squeezed, unknowingly grazing the rounded bottom of my breast.

"Let's cuddle for warmth," she said sarcastically. 

"Kay " I reassured her with the same tone, unable to stop thinking about the soft milky flesh of her breasts, which were pressed against my side. The feeling of her smooth legs brushing my left thigh was almost unbearable. I realized that my heartbeat was speeding up, and I felt flush. Just as I thought I was about to explode, I felt her arm withdraw from the embrace, pulling away to leave me and my personal space.

In a moment of reaction, I moved to grab hold of her arm. Just in time, I stopped myself and feigned shifting my position slightly instead.

For a second, the room flashed alive with a bright stroke of light, and I could see Amy's sweet face smiling at me.

Just as suddenly, the room shook with the crash of thunder and she grabbed me, pulling me close. Accidentally, she pulled me too close and pressed our lips together.

Her lips felt like soft velvet pressed against mine. For a moment we held completely still, feeling like an eternity. I couldn't remember the number of times I'd wondered what it would feel like to kiss her, and it was finally happening, yet I was frozen. 

As if to allay my fears, her lips began to move and mine followed hers. My nose brushed against her soft cheek as our tender kiss became more passionate, more desirous. Without thinking, I began to suckle and nip her warm lips, gently placing my hand on the back of her head so I could pull her against me.

I could feel her hand wandering up and down my side, brushing the side of my breast as she debated with herself about whether she should touch it. She was still shy, despite what was happening.

Knowing that I would have to be the one to urge her on, I pulled my arm back and placed it on hers, gently easing it toward my breast. As it came close, she began moving it herself. I let go of her arm and moved my hand onto her cheek, stroking it as her hand began carefully caressing my breast.

I could feel lubrication dripping across my thighs as I felt her skilled hands working my tender globes and brushing past my pert nipples. My mind raced with images of her moist lips sucking on my breasts, driving me crazy. 

I couldn't hold myself back anymore. 

I pressed my tongue forward, parting our lips and slipping it into her, exploring the warm depths of my friend's mouth for the first time. She responded eagerly, her own tongue stroking against mine in a dance of pure erotic bliss. I could feel jolts of pleasure surging from my breasts and down my spine, building between my legs.

As our mouths writhed in the exchange of fiery passion, I slid my hand slowly down her body, down to where the bottom of her shirt hung loosely on her stomach. Inch by inch, I guided my hand up and under her shirt. Moment by moment, I came closer to feeling the breasts that I had dreamt about for years. 

A crash of thunder came just as I reached her breast, causing her to pull tight to me. My hand was pushed up and cupped the perfect globe of her breast, her skin feeling silky to the touch. I edged my fingers up the soft sphere until I felt the nub of her nipple, which was pert and erect. As I explored her breasts and imagined them in my minds eye, I felt myself breathing harder. They were so soft, so malleable, yet it seemed that gravity didn't affect them at all. They were better than I had ever imagined them.

Even as we ran our hands along each others breasts and passionately kissed, I knew that it wouldn't be enough. I pulled myself away from the kiss and moved my mouth slowly down the side of her neck, leaving a trail of tender but passionate kisses as I went.

"I've wanted this for so long" she softly moaned.

With that, I had heard what I needed. The last doubt in my mind disappeared. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

She began pulling her shirt up, so I helped her take it off and then quickly discarded my own.

A flash of lightning poured through the window, illuminating the room in a surge of light. For a moment I could see Amy laying there under me, her beautiful blonde hair strewn about, her gentle face smiling up at me, the tender flesh of her round breasts flushed red with excitement.

My hands found her breasts as hers found mine, rubbing, touching, kneading, until I couldn't take any more waiting. I lowered my mouth to her and kissed her once, then pulled away, then trailed my tongue down her neck, lower, lower, and up onto the mount of her right breast, encircling the nub of pink flesh that crowned it. I slowly drew circles around her nipple with my tongue, massaging her breast with firm pressure from my hand as I teased the other nipple with my fingertips.

Her arms gave up and fell to her sides in surrender, soft moans escaping her mouth, barely drowned out by the steady pouring rain. She twisted and writhed under me, a jolt of excitement filling me at the realization of what I was doing to my friend.

Slowly, hesitantly, I let go of her breast with my right hand and glided it down her body. It skimmed her skin, headed down, and eased its way to the top of her shorts. I gently ran my fingers along the string of her shorts, silently asking permission.

"Please" she begged.

I found the tie that held up her last piece of clothing and pulled one end, leaving the cord loose. The string slowly retracted as the band loosened, allowing my hand to slip down between the shorts and her hot skin. My hand drew along the surface of her pelvis and down further, along the single line of soft, sparse hair. Following the line like a path, I felt the tips of my fingers slip onto the hot, tender flesh of her lips. I ran my fingertips along them, then pulled them together and glided them over her inner folds, the flood of lubrication coating them in her need.

I only teased her for a moment before I dipped my finger into the searing heat of her pussy. It went in so easily that I slipped in a second, amazed by how wet she was. I brought myself back up to her face and began French kissing her as I explored her tight opening with my fingers. I could hear her moan into my mouth each time I slipped my fingers between her wet folds, the sounds of her pleasure framed by the crashes of thunder.

As the rain picked up, I increased the intensity of my ministrations, rubbing her clitoris while I slipped a third finger into her passage. 

"Wait" she protested.

I stopped, not sure what I'd done.

"I always wanted to..." she trailed off.

"Yeah?" I encouraged.

"To taste you.... Is that okay?"

"Yeah" I said, not sure what to do now.

"Just lay down. I can do it" she supplied.

I carefully rolled onto my back and relaxed as she crawled down the bed and positioned herself between my legs. Making sure to be gentle, she untied my shorts and pulled them off of me.

"Let me know if you want me to stop" she said, then lowered her face between my legs.

From the moment her tongue touched my lower lips, I was in heaven. Maybe it was because she was a girl, or because I trusted her so much, or because I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life, but everything she did felt perfect. Her tongue felt like velvet as she dipped it into me, ran it up and down my lips, and teased my clitoris. She suckled on my lips and fingered me as she licked my nub, driving me to heights that I'd never imagined. My fantasies about Amy never even come close to imagining what she could do to me, or envisioning the sensations that flowed through my body with every lick, every touch, and every nip. I tried to stay quiet at first, but gave up and began moaning loudly, hoping that the storm would cover up the sound.

I knew that I needed to make her feel what I was feeling.

"Turn around" I said to her. There was a crash of thunder.

"What?" she said, pulling her mouth from my drenched lips.

"Turn around so I can taste you too" I repeated.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yeah" I assured her.

Slowly, she swivelled around on top of me, bringing her dripping wet pussy into position right above my face. I lifted my head a little and came even closer to her engorged lips, admiring the beauty that I had only imagined until now. It looked just as well-proportioned as mine, only the thin hairs trailing up from it were blonde to my black.

I slowly touched the small nub with the tip of my tongue, working it gently. Amy gave a moan as I licked up between her folds. A sweet flavour filled my mouth as her pleasure juices ran down my tongue. She tasted incredible. Losing all shred of restraint, I began hungrily sucking and licking her soft folds as she pleasured mine.

None of my dreams, none of my fantasies, none of my expectations could have prepared me for what happened next.

I could feel something building between my thighs, deep inside my pussy. It was like a fire that was stoked with every moment that Amy pleasured me. It felt like a warm pressure that built, and built, until it reached an explosive crescendo and poured out through my body. I licked Amy's nub furiously as I realize that I was going to cum, wanting her to cum with me.

I could feel Amy speeding up as well, knowing that she was getting closer. I tried desperately not to cum before her, but I couldn't stop myself any more. I felt my orgasm wash over me, my lower body shaking in orgasmic bliss as my pussy clamped down on Amy's tongue.

I reached down and started massaging her nipple even as a shook from my orgasm, and was rewarded as I felt her pussy twitch and her mouth pull away from my thighs.

"Oh god...I'm cumming..." she managed through her moans of pleasure.

I loved the feeling of her passage as it tensed, trying to grip my tongue.

"Uhh..." she whimpered, as her orgasm finally settled down.

"What are you guys doing in there?" I heard my mom question from the other side of the door.

"Trying to sleep!" I called back, irritated.

For a few moments, everything was completely still. Then, without a word, she turned back around and rested down next to me, cuddling against my side. Wrapping our arms around each other, we took a few deep breaths, gently caressing each other as we fell asleep. 

I love stormy days...

*THE END*