Seducing Her Best Friend

I wanted to lick that stain off her skin, to give back some of the pleasure she’d wrung from me, so I pulled on her apron strings. Shrieking in laughter at my actions, which had apparently caught her off guard, Rosie fell forward and landed on my lap. I wasted no time in gaining advantage of her loss of balance, because her slender frame felt far too good sitting on me. Fisting my hands in the fabric covering Rosie’s small, pert breasts, I pulled her down for a kiss.

Rosie smelled like heaven and chocolate, and I could taste myself on her tongue. I always thought that would be gross, but in reality, it made me want her more. It was a huge turn-on, in fact, to know where her mouth had been only moments before, and it made me more determined to return the favor.

Rosie gasped into my mouth when I pushed my free hand under her apron. I simply had to touch her skin on skin, and I dragged my fingernails along Rosie’s ribcage. She whimpered in need, and I knew I was on the right track here.

“Yes, don’t stop, please, babe.”

Rosie kissed me in between murmuring those words, and I returned the kisses with all the pent up and long denied passion I’d felt for her.

“I have no intention of stopping.”

I felt rather than saw Rosie’s smile in answer as she kissed a path down my neck and sank her teeth into the sensitive skin there. The sharp sting made my pussy tingle anew. Determined to retaliate, I skimmed my nails across her bullet point nipples, and then pulled one of them between my fingers and squeezed hard.

“Fuck yeah, so good.”

Rosie’s panted words made me bolder, and I drew a lazy pattern down over the velvety soft flesh of her abdomen until I reached the elastic of Rosie’s knickers.

“So wet.”

I murmured the words in between reclaiming Rosie’s mouth with my own and lost myself for a bit in the ever more passionate kisses we shared. I could seriously make out like this forever, and never grow tired of the little sounds Rosie made as she explored my mouth with breathtaking intensity. This here felt so right and natural, I wondered why I’d ever hesitated to begin with. This here, us, we mattered.

Rosie spread her legs, giving my fingers access to the familiar, yet so different, slick feminine folds hidden there. I broke the kiss and pushed one finger into Rosie’s tight heat, marveling at the way her internal muscles closed around it eagerly.

“You’re so wet, munchkin face. Is that all for little old me?”

The most endearing flush crept into Rosie’s cheeks at my whispered question. A blush that spread all the way down her neck and into the slight cleavage hidden by the apron and made me fall in love with her a little bit more. It should be me who was apprehensive about this, not her, yet she looked so very unsure. I realized in that moment how much I loved her, truly loved her, not just as my friend, but as the one person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, if she let me. Now was probably not the time to blurt out my feelings however, so I bit my tongue and simply smiled at her.

“You don’t have to, you know.” Rosie didn’t look at me as she mumbled the words, and my heart clenched anew.

I let my fingers to the talking. Sliding another finger into her tight and oh so wet sheath I curled them upwards and found the little raised patch I was looking for. Rosie’s low moan in my ear was the sexiest sound ever, and I used my thumb to flick her clit repeatedly. Rosie gushed for me, and I grinned as the natural lubrication aided my fingers’ slide in and out of Rosie’s clenching channel. Our breathing grew heavier, and I squirmed on the hard chair. Seeing Rosie hurtle toward her release was such a turn-on for me, too.

All I needed was a little friction and I could so easily come again. As though she read my mind, Rosie pinched one of my nipples, and I jumped and panted my affirmation.

“Yes, please, do that again.”

My nipples had always been sensitive, livewires to my clit, and Rosie knew how to apply just the right kind of pain. All too soon she abandoned my breasts, however, and slid her hand lower until her fingers reached deep inside my pussy.

Sensitized tissues responded instantly, and I drew in a sharp breath. Our gazes locked, and what I read in her darkening eyes made my heart soar. We interlinked our left hands and with the digits of our right hands deeply buried in each other’s bodies, we came together in a mind-blowingly intense orgasm that left us gasping for breath in each other’s arms.

When our breathing slowed down enough to talk, Rosie dropped a tender kiss on my nose, before slowly disentangling our entwined limbs. She licked the last traces of chocolate off her fingers, still glistening in my juices, and turned to survey the scene of devastation around us. All I had eyes for was the sight of Rosie’s butt. Encased in frilly white French knickers it had a clear chocolate handprint on one cheek, and I giggled. The giggle turned into a full belly laugh when I surveyed this corner of the boat. Chocolate drips were everywhere. Rosie’s sculpture attempt appeared reduced to a congealed mass of nothingness. The air was heavy with the musky smell of sex, interlaced with chocolate and the faint traces of my sultry perfume and Rosie’s deodorant.

I hugged myself. Knowing that I now smelled of Rosie and vice versa was immensely comforting. A warm glow spread through me as Rosie, too, started laughing, shook her head and pulled me towards the bathroom.

“We can sort that out another time. Let’s get you in the shower. You’re a mess, Princess T.”

I raised my eyebrows and poked Rosie in the side, eliciting another giggle from my oldes

t friend.

“Well, you don’t look that hot yourself right now.”

“Oh, I don’t, do I?”

Rosie’s affronted tones were completely at odds with the brilliant smile, and butterflies settled in my stomach as Rosie advanced on me. I backed away until I bumped into the wall, and Rosie caged me in. Using just one finger, she traced an invisible line from the tip of my nose, over my lips, and down my throat. She skimmed along my collarbone and trailed that finger around each one of my heavy breasts, barely touching the aching globes.

It drove me insane, and I loved it at same time.

When she leaned down and kissed each nipple tip with a feather light touch, I groaned long and hard and rubbed my thighs together in a vain attempt to soothe the growing ache of arousal in my cunt.