7 comments/ 32858 views/ 15 favorites Friendship to Fervour By: Liveware_problem Ling's mouth pouted as she observed Alex and Elisa flirting, a small physical rebellion against an absent brain. She had a tendency to become lost in moments like these, as if her mind was watching the scene from afar as it unfolded. In some ways Alex and Elisa also lacked a presence of their own: so animated and carefree together, it was as if all human self-consciousness had fled their forms. Elisa had a figure that could carry being brainless, Ling thought, somewhat jealously. Elisa's breasts had a fullness that pushed into the fabric of whatever she wore, always seeming to be yearning to burst free of whatever modesty was secured over them. Even though her own breasts were large for an Asian, they snugly fitted her B-Cups, a recalcitrant modesty that left them undifferentiated in a crowd. Since the other guests had left, though, there wasn't much of a crowd to blend into. She was suddenly aware of a silence, and that they were both looking at her. "Hm?" Elisa laughed, and moved over to put an arm round her. "I told you she wasn't listening!" she motioned to Alex. "Always off in her own little world." Ling smiled weakly. But the teasing between the three of them was warm, and the smile was genuine. And she enjoyed the closeness, as the two resumed their banter. Elisa had been her friend since university, and they'd moved in together after into a two-bedroom apartment in New York. Though different on the surface, they'd grown together; Elisa was more grounded and sensible than she gave the appearance of, and Ling was more open and outgoing than her initial demeanor suggested. Alex had the rugged handsomeness and casual air of a Manhatten yuppie, but didn't seem to have found contentment in either the finance or dating lifestyles here. Perhaps that explained why he was the last one still at their apartment in the early hours. Again. The conversation spaced out, slower and slower, talk of who was dating who and the vagaries of existence winding down. Ling's reverie was broken by Elisa's yawn in the final silence. Eventually, all nights fall prey to entropy. Alex grimaced. He had a habit of breaking phones, leaving the prospect of trying to hail a taxi at three in the morning as the chance to get home. Elisa came to his aid. "Just crash here if you want. I can sleep with Ling. If she doesn't mind." Ling shrugged. "Fine by me." "Thanks." They lay there in silence a little more, lethargy pulling out the minutes. It was Alex who slouched off first. Ling lay there a little more, Elisa pressed into her shoulder. These little moments were nice, in a bustling city like New York. It wasn't that she liked to be alone, it was just nice to exist sometimes. She shifted, and Elisa woke. "Come on. Time for bed." Ling woke, groggy, as morning light's first rays tentatively explored her room. Her head slightly ached from the alcohol, though it was her need to pee that really commanded attention. Elisa's arm was stretched over her chest. She gazed at her friend's lightly freckled face, relaxed and peaceful in the morning light. They'd slept together a fair few times after parties, during university, and after Elisa had gone through a rough patch when her parents had passed. She didn't think of her as a friend, though not particularly as a sister either. Just as Elisa, something separate and unique. She closed her eyes and involuntarily breathed in the scent of her, primal and musky in the dawn. But her bladder was pressuring her. She slowly, so as not to disturb Elisa, slipped out the side of the bed, and headed to the bathroom. She kicked off her panties while sitting on the toilet, managing to land them in the washing basked in a neat pile. It's nice when little things come together, she thought, getting up and walking out the door back to her room. And colliding straight into Alex as she rounded the door, his bare feet near inaudible on their softwood floor. He caught her by her shoulders as she stumbled reflexively, grip firm even in his bleary-eyed state of surprise. She gasped for a second, shocked. "You alright?" he intoned softly, baritone muted through recent slumber. "Yes," she intoned. And then, "Thanks." "No problem," concluded the conversation. They stood there for a second, awkwardly, his arms still gently holding on to hers. She'd never really spent time with Alex one on one. They didn't really have a dynamic for the small-talk phrases people develop after a sufficient amount of close companionship. He smiled softly at her, which she returned. And then he looked down, and she realized she wasn't wearing panties. She took a sharp intake of breath, and pulled her T-shirt down. "Ah, hey, I'm sorr-" he began, eyes now up and fixed on her face. "It's fine." She blushed, keeping her T-shirt pulled firmly down. "Toilet's free." "Thanks". He escaped gratefully, and she squat-walked down the corridor to her room, shirt still pulled down as shield against past indiscretions, to dive under the covers as she made it back to her room. If only that were the end of it. "I'm jealous," Elisa's voice tinkled with mirth. "I live with you, and I hardly ever get to bump into you half-naked." Ling groaned inside her head. "Though I suppose I do get to cuddle up to you half-naked now, which is something of a bonus." Elisa shifted to be face to face with her, eyes twinkling with mirth. Ling buried her face into the pillow. There was a pause. Then, in a somewhat different voice, she heard Elisa speak. "So like ... was it pretty?" Ling looked up. Her friend was looking at her differently now. She would normally treat such a comment as a joke, but she knew Elisa well enough to know when she wasn't joking, though she still wasn't sure what this question pertained to. "I guess so?" she replied. "I mean ... I didn't really get a good look." Elisa cocked her head to look at her again. "You didn't look?" Ling blushed as Elisa continued, "I mean, you are cute. I wonder if Alex is jerking off while thinking of you right now." Her mind flashed to the image instantly. He was certainly hot ... and the thought of his body taut, straining, as her moved his fist up and down his shaft, was a thrill. Thinking of her. Elisa was staring straight at her, eyes unfocused, breathing shallower, and Ling realized with a start that her friend was extremely turned on. She'd half been on the defensive, expecting this to explode into a tease at any moment. But seeing her friend's arousal made her realise there was no barb here. This was desire, open and vulnerable. And it emboldened her. She met Elisa's eyes. "Maybe he is," she said, looking down shyly, to continue in her cutest voice. "Or maybe he is imagining the two of us, in bed together." She looked up into Elisa's eyes as she said it, and felt a thrill at seeing them widen and her breath catch on her words. She was surprised to find how much she enjoyed being able to drive these reactions. "Maybe he's thinking of our bodies pressed together and interlocked," she continued, "kissing, touching, rubbing..." Elisa moaned, closing her eyes as she did so. With a shock, she realized Elisa was touching herself. In her bed. To her words. "What else would we do?" Elisa whispered, voice low. Ling reflected later that it wasn't as if time slows down at certain moments. Instead it seems to elongate out, like a rubber band, each subdivision of seconds stretching out for a single moment, before snapping back to reality. You carry on as if nothing has happened, but your mind is running hot, reeling from the whiplash. "My hands would be running over your thighs", she continued, moving her face closer to Elisa's, drinking in every twitch and breath. "While my tongue licks around your earlobe, one finger coming up to gently enter into ..." It wasn't a moan as much as a small cry, as Elisa shuddered, and her eyes crunched shut. It took Ling a few seconds to realise what had happened. But there was no mistaking the orgasm for anything other than it was. More light crept into the room, and the faint specks of dust swirled as Elisa's breathing slowed. Her eyes remained closed. Ling lay, watching, her arousal tempered for now by the gravity of what had just happened. At length, Elisa slowly turned away from her, and Ling wondered for a second if their relationship was changed forever. And then in a small voice, "Can you hold me?" She moved in, and on seeing the small shakes of her body, gently draped an arm over her, nuzzling the back of her neck on impulse. Friendship to Fervour Ch. 02 When Ling woke again, the bedroom was empty. The light said it was around mid-afternoon. There was an Elisa-shaped depression in the sheets opposite her, but it was the scent lingering in the bed that drew her mind back to yesterday's events. Ling rolled over and looked at the ceiling. She heard voices outside, chatting. Alex and Elisa. She stared at the ceiling for a while, emotions swirling around in her head. Too much to process now. She pulled on some sweatpants, and made her way to the shower. Thankfully she wouldn't need to pass them, and could let the hot water bring her back to normalcy. Except that it didn't. She felt hyper-aware of her skin, as the water coursed and licked its way over it, serpentine. In her room, she went to her wardrobe. She looked at the long skirt and top she would normally wear for a day like today and felt ... like she wanted more. She took out a shorter skirt, something from her university days - nothing overly provocative, but something that combined with her figure would certainly turn heads. She matched it with another university special, a halter-top that cut low on her back and exposed her midriff. One of her lusher red lipsticks completed the look. She looked at herself in the mirror. Just like those summer days back on campus. She made her way out to the living room. As expected, Elisa and Alex were there, a selection of takeaway bagels and coffee on the table. "Hey," she murmured to them as she walked in, nodding to Alex and heading over to the fridge, poured herself a grapefruit juice and leisurely walked around to the counter facing across the two. Slowly, measuredly, she brought her eyes up to focus on Elisa. She had felt Elisa's eyes flicking to her the second she entered the room. As they finally met, Elisa looked away. She kept running the conversation with Alex, but knowing her friend as she did Ling could read the embarrassment. A jolt went through her body at the realization. She's really embarrassed. Whatever happened this morning is still here, a living thing in the air between us. "Anyway, I better get going" Alex finished, picking himself up off the coach and heading over to Ling. He, too, wasn't particularly meeting her gaze, and then she remembered - the bathroom incident! She had almost forgotten. Normally she would be content to let the incident pass into awkward memory. Then, in a sudden flush, she decided to be bolder. "Hey Alex," she said, and the unfamiliarity of her tone brought his head up. "Don't worry about last night." She gave him a conspiratorial grin as she said it. He seemed lost for a second, but then returned the smile. And, to her slight astonishment, winked at her. "See you later." The door clicked shut to the apartment. The air grew heavy. Ling looked across at Elisa. She didn't meet her gaze, blushing, and pretending to check her phone as she returned to her room, lame excuse hanging in the air. "Shit, I've got to get back to Melissa about today." Ling stayed there for a moment. The wave of disappointment without Elisa's attention roving all over her was unexpectedly acute. Then she had an idea. In her room, back into her wardrobe, searching for it. Her old strapless bikini from college. She'd only worn it once, as the rear cut was approaching a G-String and the appearance of nudity combined with the accentuation of cleavage had garnered looks she wasn't too comfortable with around the pool. Hungry looks. It was still there, buried under some older one-piece suits. Stripping down, she pulled it on, happy that it still fitted snugly ... though it touched her in unfamiliar ways. Ling realized her nipples were pulsing to attention. She looked down and saw that they were poking into the bra, hard nubs. And that she was very, very, wet. She ran her hand down to her cunt. She rarely touched herself, but this felt different. Almost not like masturbating. She ran her middle finger up and down the outside of her lips, thinking of how Elisa had moaned, teasing open the moisture within. She knew she could orgasm, probably fast. But since this morning she felt like she was riding a new wave of energy, that releasing now could somehow forfeit. Movingly quickly, daring not to stop and look in the mirror, she grabbed her shades, towel, and sun cream and headed out to the balcony. Spreading out the towel and sitting down, she began the task of applying sunscreen. She imagined herself an Egyptian queen, scented oil slicking every surface, being oiled up by lithe servants. From behind she heard Elisa open the door to her room, walk out. And then stop. With her back to the door, a shiver went through Ling. A moment passed, and it was her own voice that broke it. "Hey Lizzie, can you come do my back?" Another pause, and then the sound of someone awkwardly fumbling a balcony door and coming over to her. She melted face down into the wooden surface. Thick ropes of oil squirted onto her back, haphazardly mapping the curvature. And then hands running over her. Moving up and down, around, down, circling, exploring out the valleys and edges. Slowly, languid, thin fingers as brushes lightly dusting patterns that sparked then tingled after each pass. Welcome to my dream, Elisa. Let me be a good host. Ling reached back, unclasped her bra, and pulled it away to one side. The fabric dragged over her nipples as she did so. The sound of a hand reaching for the sunscreen, fumbling it. Then a pause. "So," came Elisa's voice, its careful attempt at a neutral tone evidence of its artifice, "are you just going for tanlines on the bottom?" Can I do this? "Mmmm," Ling replied. "I suppose not." Languidly, she rose up, hooked her fingers into the sidebands the bikini bottoms, and pulled them slowly down her thighs, slowly, dragging them across her calves, feeling the air brush and lick her soaking cunt. And finally off. She imagined how it would look. Her bent over, revealing herself totally to her flustered, clothed, adoring friend. The hands continued, swirling now, and Ling felt any second that they were going to dive in and discover her soaking cunt. She felt herself willing Elisa in. Touch me. Worship your queen. And then Elisa's phone rang. Time cracked. They paused for a second, united, hoping that it would stop by itself. Another beat. It rang again. Elisa fumbled into her pocket, pulled it out, and snapped irritably into the receiver. "Hello? Yes, I ... yes ... " Ling lay there. In the reflection of the pole ahead of her, she saw Elisa talking, finishing her call, putting the receiver down. And then stopping to watch her again, unsure of whether to approach or not. Finally, starting and stopping, then retreating into the apartment. But unable to stop looking. Ling smiled. Despite her arousal, she wasn't frustrated. Elisa was sat there, watching her, fascinated by her. She opened her legs slightly, and dozed off into a white cloud of dream.