“No, seriously,” Krissy said, her voice a whisper.
“Why is that?” For some reason, Becca really wanted to know the answer to that question.
“I guess you’re special,” Krissy answered, her voice even lower. “Now, shut up. Massages work best when there’s no talking.”
Becca gave a little moan. She hoped Krissy would think it was because of the massage, but this time it wasn’t. Her center had just clenched and her clit had just pulsed. The very idea of this being something which she and Krissy shared alone was an incredible turn-on. She wasn’t sure if she entirely believed her friend, but for now, she was choosing to.
And that little command, Krissy had given, telling her to be quiet while she was topless beneath her…
Hot!
Krissy was now pressing her fingers down Becca’s spine, slowly approaching the edge of Becca’s shorts. Krissy shifted herself slightly, scooching down a little bit so that now she was straddling the backs of Becca’s thighs. Her fingers reached the edge of Becca’s shorts and delayed there for a few moments, pressing firmly into the flesh just above Becca’s ass.
Again Becca moaned and again it wasn’t just because the massage was loosening the tension in her lower back. It was because the area Krissy was attending to now had more of a connection to her core. With each press, Becca could feel the arousal that was pooling inside her passage get moved around while simultaneously her clit was pulsing more strongly.
Krissy then slid her hands back up Becca’s spine, using the oil as lubrication, and then worked her way back downward. But this time, though Krissy’s magic fingers were far from her ass now, it didn’t matter. Every rub Krissy gave her was sending signals to Becca’s clit, and Becca’s nipples, mashed against the mattress, got even harder.
By now, Becca had given up trying to force her mind away from how her body was reacting. What’s more, it was impossible to wipe the idea she just had from her consciousness. There was no point. Her body wanted it and it was probably the closest she was ever going to come to it with this woman anyway, so why not?
Her arm
s were still at her sides. Surreptitiously, she slid her right hand underneath herself until her fingers were able to press against her clit over her skintight shorts. She moaned at the contact, Krissy still kneading and rubbing her back in glorious circles that were moving lower and lower until…
“Right there,” Becca gasped when once again Krissy’s fingers were playing on her lower back.
Right there!
Becca was properly soaked now, her inner walls starting to quiver, her clit—even under the two layers of shorts and panties separating it from her finger—an electric button of intensified pleasure.
Krissy pressed harder.
Becca pressed harder.
“God, yes, Krissy!” she moaned.
“Good?” her friend asked.
“So fucking good!” Becca answered, a bit of a squeak in her voice.
Then, Krissy made it even better.
Still keeping one hand on Becca’s lower back, Krissy brought her other hand up to Becca’s neck, pressing the tips of her fingers into the flesh where the neck met Becca’s shoulders. What made Becca come was when Krissy, at one point, curled her fingers around Becca’s neck as if to choke her.
It made Becca’s clit jump and her pussy surrender to the inevitable: in this case, a quaking orgasm that Becca had to endure silently, her pussy convulsing, her opening contracting rapidly, pushing out her come into her underwear. Below her mound, trembling flutters dispersed rays of pleasure throughout her body and she almost cried out when a sudden and unexpectedly strong jolt of the climax tore through her.
But she managed to keep the cries and screams she wanted to make bottled up inside herself.
“You’re getting tense again,” Krissy admonished.
Becca nodded.
Not being able to scream your name when I come will do that to me.
Chapter 8
The next morning, Krissy’s consciousness slowly rose to the surface from the depths of sleep. She was lying on her belly, her face half-buried in her pillow, and when she opened her eyes they were met with strands of her sleep-tousled hair that were in her face.
After clearing the hairs from her face she rolled over to lie on her other side and immediately smiled sleepily.