Finally, they broke, panting, flushed. Krissy looked up at Becca staring down at her.
“Well?” she asked.
“Oh, fuck, Krissy!” Becca murmured.
Then, before Krissy knew what was happening, Becca was lying completely on top of her, kissing her again. This time, however, one of Becca’s thighs parted Krissy’s legs and pressed against her center.
“Mmph!” Krissy grunted in delight as they kissed, starting to rock her pelvis, the sparks of pleasure beginning to grow into flames. She was already soaked and ready, the damp crotch of her panties held tight against her slickness by Becca’s leg. Her fingers tangled in Becca’s hair as they continued kissing, both of them moaning, Krissy grinding her sex more urgently against the surface Becca was providing her.
She could hear how her own moans were becoming more frequent, higher pitched. Her entire pussy was a tingling, quivering center demanding that Krissy take it to the release.
But Becca figured out what she was up to.
Breaking the kiss, Becca looked down at her, eyes lidded with such lust that Krissy whimpered.
“Don’t you dare come,” Becca said. “That belongs to me.”
Oh fuck!
Becca didn’t waste time now. She raised herself up so that she was now kneeling between Krissy’s legs. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Krissy’s pj shorts.
“Yes?” she asked.
Krissy nodded vigorously.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
Somewhat aggressively, Becca pulled off Krissy’s shorts and panties together. Becca then stared down at Krissy’s exposed pussy, her mouth open as if in awe. Krissy could feel her clit twitching and she wondered if Becca could see it jumping, right there beneath her shaved mound. She spread her legs wider in invitation, feet flat on the mattress, knees pulled up, offering herself to the woman who at the start of the night had merely been her best friend.
“Fuck, Krissy…” Becca murmured, still on her knees between Krissy’s legs. She slowly reached her left hand out and rested her palm on Krissy’s smooth and hairless mound. The slight pressure sent thrumming sensations coursing through Krissy’s already hyper-aroused pussy.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Becca whispered.
“Oh my god, baby…me too,” Krissy groaned.
Becca now slid her fingers downward. Krissy arched her back as they brushed past her electrified clit and then started sliding through her folds.
“Ohhhhhh, Becca….!!!”
Krissy surrendered to Becca playing with her wetness, feeling more of it stream out of her as Becca simply ran her fingers down to her opening and then back up to her clit. Down to her opening and then back up to her clit…
Krissy mewled when suddenly the fingers disappeared, though. Opening her eyes, they went as wide as possible as she watched Becca remove her tank top, her breasts now on view. Krissy had seen them countless times under countless circumstances. If she had the talent, she would have been able to draw them from memory. But seeing them this time was different. Now, Krissy knew they were available to her, and she licked her lips in anticipation of feeling the weight of them in her hands and getting her mouth on those large pink nipples.
Becca removed her pj shorts next and, completely nude now, she settled herself with her head between Krissy’s legs.
The starbursts of pleasure began immediately.
/> Gripping the sheets in tight fists, Krissy started crying out as her pussy was subject to the ministrations of Becca’s mouth. Her folds were licked and sucked, her clit alternately swiped by the flat of Becca’s tongue and then circled with the tip of it. And then that same tongue was penetrating her, swirling inside the very beginning of her passage while Krissy felt her pussy pump out more of her arousal onto it.
All the while, Becca held Krissy under control with her arm across Krissy’s waist. Nonetheless, Krissy was still able to grind her pussy against Becca’s face as Becca continued eating her out.
“Oh fuck, Becca…please!”
Krissy needed her release. She needed to come. She needed to come on Becca’s face and make this metamorphosis of their relationship complete.
“Mmph!” she grunted as at least two fingers slipped inside her. On top of all the other sensations, Becca was causing, this was making Krissy feel delirious. Becca’s fingers were long. From the very first day Krissy had met her, she had been turned on by the length of them and even when they were safe in the Friend Zone, Krissy had often wondered what it would feel like to have those fingers penetrate her. And now she knew.
“Holy shit! Becca!...Fuck!” she called out at how far inside her those digits reached, her walls gripping them, bathing them with her body’s lube.