Nikki wiped her hands on her shorts, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She had stared at the restaurant for 10 minutes. Amanda was in there. Could she really go in? Would they get along as well as they did online? Would reality destroy everything?
Inside, Amanda sat, moving her beer in a lazy circle. She glanced up just as Nikki entered. Her breath caught. Nikki’s hair was back to red, short, curled along the jaw on one side. Petite, tight tee and shorts. And those eyes, expressive, gray, beautiful. Their eyes met, and Amanda smiled, her heart skipping a beat.
They touched hands as Nikki slid into the booth.
Amanda grinned and quipped a Star Wars joke, saying, “You’re shorter than I expected.”
“I—uh—thought you’d be wearing a suit. You know, lawyer.”
Amanda saluted her with the beer as she took a slow pull from the bottle.
“Off duty.” Her laugh rolled out softly.
It was just like their late-night calls. Nikki had a warm, safe feeling flow through her body. But now, seeing Amanda in person, Nikki’s heart quickened, her skin burning. They noticed the waitress, Lupe. Her pen hovered over a notepad.
Nikki said, “I’ll have shrimp?”
Amanda jumped in. “Camarones al ajillo for her,” she waved the empty bottle toward Lupe. “And another of these, a horchata and two sweet teas.” She looked at Nikki. “Trust me.”
While they waited, they chatted about their online friends. Amanda rubbed her bare foot on Nikki’s leg, then retreated. The contact felt electric.
The drinks came, and Nikki took a quick sip, the sweet drink exploding across her tongue. Her gray eyes widened in delight. Across the table, Amanda watched Nikki’s reaction with a smile.
“I told you so,” she said, sipping her beer. The food came, smelling wonderful.
“So,” Amanda ate a cube of tuna with her fingers. “Eighteen.”
Nikki’s fork scraped over her plate. “You keep saying that like it’s a crime.”
Amanda leaned back, her nipples showing in her shirt. “Lucky for you, in Florida it’s not.”
She licked citrus off her finger, her motion slow and deliberate, eyes locked on Nikki’s.
“Tell me something you didn’t type at 2 AM.”
Nikki stabbed a shrimp so hard the fork nearly cracked the plate. Heat rose to her cheeks as the confession stuck in her throat: I practiced talking to you in my mirror. Instead, words rushed out — “I almost wore heels,”—and instantly she wished she could disappear. Amanda’s chuckle was warm. She took Nikki’s hand, squeezing gently.
“You’d have broken your neck on those stones,” she waved her hand at the window. She leaned in, elbows on the table. She pulled at her black T-shirt, scratching her collarbone. The gap in her T-shirt revealed much of her breasts. Nikki stared at the breasts she had badly wanted to touch throughout their late-night talks.
Nikki put down a shrimp and fired back, “I’m sturdier than I look.” Cinnamon dust stuck to her upper lip. Her tongue slipped out, licking it away; she watched Amanda’s eyes, which were glued to Nikki’s tongue. Under the table, Amanda’s foot rubbed Nikki’s leg again.
Amanda nibbled her ceviche. “Tell me something real.” Voice dropping, “Not what you practiced driving down. Something one-handed.”
Nikki gasped. Amanda remembered how her messages got sloppier as they talked and her excitement grew, how she’d confessed to typing one-handed that stormy Tuesday, the night they’d first discussed meeting for real. How she had cum masturbating to an extra dirty cyber session. She blushed, embarrassed.
The shrimp on Nikki’s fork dripped garlic butter onto her hand. She sucked it off without thinking, meeting Amanda’s gaze as Amanda’s eyes darkened.
“Sat in the parking lot for 10 minutes,” Nikki admitted. “Part of me wanted… still wants to run.”
Amanda took Nikki’s hand. She brought it to her mouth and sucked her thumb clean. Nikki held her breath. Heat pooled in her belly.
“You taste like peppers. I’m glad you stayed.”
She leaned forward. Their lips touched, and it was soft, electric. Amanda pulled back and said softly, “Still scared?”
Nikki’s breathing quickened, heart tumbling. The kiss had lasted three seconds; her body tingled.
The server cleared her throat pointedly while refilling their water glasses. “Señoritas hungry for something not on the menu, sí?”
Amanda nodded slightly and asked for the check. Nikki jerked away, embarrassed, almost knocking over the horchata.
“So, you almost ran.” Her voice betrayed her cool demeanor with a tremor.
Nikki watched a drop of sweat slide down Amanda’s neck, her tongue nearly aching to follow that path. Amanda squeezed her hand.
“I’m so happy you’re here.”
Under the table, Amanda’s foot pressed flush against Nikki’s crotch. The contact burned through her shorts.
“Let’s go.” The lust dripping from Amanda’s lips.
Outside, the parking lot heat burned through Nikki’s sneakers. Amanda walked close, her fingers brushing Nikki’s hip. Her Toyota was ahead; Nikki’s keys tinkled as she pulled them from her pocket.
“So, uh. Thanks for—”
Amanda’s hand wrapped around hers, warm and soft.
“Was dinner all you wanted?” The question came out husky.
Nikki’s back hit the car door with a thud; Amanda closed with her, stroking the side of her face. Up close, Nikki could see the small scar through one eyebrow. Amanda’s body pressed on hers. The smell of perfume filled her nose as the older woman leaned in.
“Tell me to stop.”
Nikki’s mouth moved, trying to say, “Thanks for dinner,” but the words died unsaid.
A hoarse, “Don’t. Stop.” Amanda stepped back, thinking she had crossed the line. With a sob, Nikki pulled her into a fierce hug.
Amanda’s teeth grazed Nikki’s earlobe, sending a thrill coursing down her back that had her arching into the car door. The Toyota’s metal burned through her thin t-shirt as Amanda’s hand slid under the fabric, her fingers sliding over bare skin. Nikki’s breath stopped at the contact. The feeling of Amanda’s nails scratching her skin was exquisite.
“Christ,” Amanda murmured against her neck, “you’re hotter than those fucking shrimp.” She drew back. “I love your eyes. They are beautiful, just like the rest of you.”
Glass broke somewhere in the parking lot, followed by drunken laughter. “Get a room!” someone shouted.
“An excellent idea,” Amanda breathed.
Nikki followed Amanda’s Audi down A1A, the Atlantic on the left, the sky darkening as the sun disappeared below the houses on the right. By the time they arrived, twilight had come. She followed Amanda up the stairs, staring at what was, in her opinion, an amazing ass molded in those tight jeans. Nikki entered the condo and admired the floor-to-ceiling glass, taking in the view, including the moon rising over the sea and the reflection of Amanda’s jeans sliding over her hips.
“Like what you see?” Amanda purred as she slowly stepped out of the denim.
Nikki grew dizzy, not from the height of the balcony, but from the black lace thong and how Amanda’s breasts moved under that tight black tee. She could clearly see Amanda’s nipples, hard against the fabric. The ocean roared beyond the glass, a slow counterpoint to Nikki’s pounding pulse. Amanda peeled off her tee, revealing the firm breasts Nikki had merely glimpsed in poorly lit selfies. Nothing compared to the real thing. Amanda’s nipples tightened under her stare. Amanda closed the space, bare chest pressing Nikki into the cool glass. The kiss was rough, all teeth and tongues, leaving Nikki’s lungs aching as she grabbed Amanda’s waist.
Amanda pulled back just enough and hissed, “Still want to run?” Her breath was hot against Nikki’s swollen lips. Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of Nikki’s shorts.
She gasped, “Only if you stop.” Nikki attacked Amanda’s tits, alternating between sucking, licking, and pulling the nipples with her teeth.
“Last chance,” Amanda purred. Amanda pulled her face up for another kiss. There was something different. Yes, full of passion, but there was the offer of one woman giving her soul to another.
Amanda’s skin had the flavor of sweat and perfume as Nikki kissed her neck, moving to her breasts, fulfilling the fantasy she had lived since she had sent the first private message. Amanda’s hands found Nikki’s shorts, slipped underneath her bra strap, and grabbed hold of her ass.
“Fuck, you are…”
Nikki’s words turned into a gasp as Amanda dropped to her knees, fingers hooking into the waistband of Nikki’s shorts with a firm yank, and pulled them down. The cotton caught around Nikki’s hips for a brief second before falling, taking her panties down at the same time. Cool air rushed over Nikki’s exposed skin, raising goosebumps. Amanda’s breath faltered at the first unobstructed view.
“Jesus Christ,” Amanda moaned, hands spreading Nikki’s asscheeks before Nikki even registered being spun around to face the glass.
The ocean stretched without end below her; twilight had given way to darkness, moonlight scattered on the waves, but Nikki couldn’t focus on anything beyond Amanda’s face pressing between her thighs. She moved her hips backward, bending to give her lover more access. The first lick came without warning, hot and flat against Nikki’s asshole, making her jerk forward into the glass with a startled yelp. Amanda laughed against her skin as she repeated the motion, slower this time, her thumbs keeping Nikki spread wide.
“Tastes like,” another lick, “sunblock and nerves.”
Nikki’s fingers clawed against the glass as Amanda’s tongue swirled deep in her anal canal. They sank to the floor, Nikki kneeling over Amanda’s head.
Amanda licked lower, ignoring her clit to lap at her pussy. Her searing mouth sent jolts through her body, every muscle taut as a bow.
“Relax,” Amanda murmured, her tongue traveling in deliberate, sinuous strokes from clit to asshole, eliciting a whimper from the redhead. The rhythm of her tongue mimicked the waves crashing on the shore, each stroke propelling Nikki toward the brink. Her hands moved across Nikki’s body, one sliding around to rub Nikki’s clit. Nikki groaned as Amanda alternated between sucking her pussy and tracing the tight ring of her asshole with teasing licks. When Nikki moaned loudly, Amanda bit her ass—not enough to hurt, just enough to make her gasp.
“Quiet,” Amanda murmured against dripping skin. “Or I’ll stop.” The threat sent a wave of heat between Nikki’s legs.
Nikki barely had time to bite her fist before Amanda’s mouth descended again, this time sucking hard on her clit while two fingers pushed inside. The stretch burned deliciously, Amanda’s fingers crooked just right, rubbing that spot that made fireworks explode. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as the hot tongue moved in circles around her quim, lapping up the wetness pooling there. The pressure built fast. Nikki groaned, muffled by her forearm. When she came, it wasn’t the squirting gush Amanda had seen in porn—just an embarrassing flood that slicked her chin and trickled down her neck and tits. Nikki’s vision blurred at the edges as her knees gave out, saved only by Amanda’s supporting hold.
“Fuck,” Amanda gasped against Nikki’s thigh, awed as she licked at the mess. “You’re fucking biblical.”
The glass shuddered against Nikki’s body when Amanda moved, pressing her sticky breasts together. Nikki’s eyes rolled as Amanda shared a kiss that tasted like herself. Her hands entwined in Amanda’s hair as Amanda’s hands slid under her shirt to unhook her bra.
Amanda’s teeth found Nikki’s nipple through the thin fabric, biting just hard enough to make Nikki’s back bounce off the glass.
“Bed,” Nikki panted.
Amanda shook her head, dragging Nikki down onto the hardwood floor instead. Their knees knocked together as Amanda straddled her; the lace of her thong soaked through where it pressed against Nikki’s bare thigh.
“You’re loud,” Amanda murmured against Nikki’s collarbone as she ground against Nikki’s leg, “I like loud.”
Nikki’s hips bucked upward, a cracked sound escaping her throat when Amanda reached down to her clit.
“Louder,” Amanda demanded, grinding down on the now-wet thigh, her other hand squeezing Nikki’s conical tit. “Let me hear it.”
Amanda’s grinding was urgent, chasing the orgasm that was building. Nikki’s second orgasm hit with the force of a tidal wave, dragging her under with a scream that rattled the sliding glass door. Amanda’s palm covered her mouth as the sound bounced off the condo’s high ceilings, even as her own pussy contracted.
They kissed, shaking in simultaneous orgasms that took them, the sound of the distant crash of the surf mingling with moans of bliss. Nikki’s thighs clamped around Amanda’s wrist as pleasure crested, nearly into something almost painful, her vision whiting out at the edges. Amanda watched her cum with dark, hungry eyes, murmuring, “That’s it, baby, just like that,” as Nikki’s body convulsed beneath her. They stood, legs wobbling as they staggered toward the bedroom. Somewhere between the living room and the bedroom, Amanda lost her panties.
They fell on the bed, springs groaning under their combined weight as Amanda straddled her hips. In the moonlight, Nikki was beautiful.
“My turn,” Amanda purred, reaching over to yank open the nightstand drawer. The contents rattled—lube, condoms, a silver bullet vibrator.
Nikki fumbled with the tiny controls, the vibrator buzzing to life between them. Amanda arched one eyebrow, her thighs spreading wider as Nikki guided the toy downward.
“Nervous?” Amanda taunted, but Nikki saw her throat bob when the cold plastic caressed her inner thigh.
The first touch against Amanda’s clit drew a sharp gasp. Nikki discovered herself completely absorbed by the instinctive forward thrust of Amanda’s hips. Amanda’s head thrashed back and forth as Nikki slowly circled the egg, the vibrations making her thighs tremble.
“Jesus! Fuck!” Her hands grabbed Nikki’s wrist, steering her hand, her clawing fingernails raking into Nikki’s skin. The silver bullet shone beneath the bedside lamp. Amanda’s wetness smeared across Nikki’s hand as she applied pressure, finding a pace that made Amanda scream.
Nikki had seen nothing like it. The way Amanda’s stomach muscles clenched, her hips lifted to chase the vibe. The vibrator’s hum drowned out the ocean sounds as Nikki dragged it lower, teasing Amanda’s entrance before going back up. Amanda cursed, her thighs falling open wider, her heels digging into the sheets. “There, right…ah…” Voice faltering slightly when Nikki applied pressure just so, the toy buzzing against her swollen clit.
“FUCK ME I’M CUMMING!”
Amanda’s hands darted to her own breasts, pinching her nipples hard as Nikki watched, mesmerized by the way her body moved; undulating, desperate. The vibrator slipped when Amanda came, her ass dropping against Nikki’s hips, pinning her wrist. Amanda moaned as she shook. Nikki watched Amanda shake before leaning in for a kiss.
“Fuck,” Amanda was breathing hard. “You’re a quick study.”
Their mouths met slowly, lips tasting of sweat and arousal. Tongues gently explored. Nikki’s hands ran over Amanda’s back, fingers caressing the knobs of her backbone. The contrast between Amanda’s dominant moments before and this quiet vulnerability made Nikki’s heart race.
Amanda pulled Nikki flush against her, their bare tits pressing together in the humid air. Nikki could feel Amanda’s heartbeat thudding against her own—a rapid tattoo that gently decreased and matched her own. Amanda rolled them to the side to spoon Nikki from behind. Her arm curled possessively around Nikki’s waist, palm splayed flat against her stomach. Nikki shivered when Amanda’s breath ghosted across her neck, her lips stroking the fine hairs there.
“I think I love you,” Amanda whispered; a moment later, they were dozing.
The sun crept above the horizon. The morning sunlight spread across the bed. Amanda woke, stretching. She reached out, following the curve of Nikki’s hip. She smiled, recalling the passion of last night. Nikki’s breathing was deep and regular. Amanda raised up, looking down at the young redhead, smiling.
“Yes, I do think I’m in love.” She eased out of bed, padded to the kitchen, and started the coffee.
The unfamiliar surroundings briefly confused Nikki. Looking around the bedroom, she saw her shirt, but didn’t know where her shorts or panties were. The smell of coffee came from the door to the left, and, guessing correctly, went to the bathroom to the right. Nikki was stiff and sticky. A shower won out over coffee. She relieved her bladder, and then she started the shower. Nikki studied the controls for a moment, seeing that the shower had both a rain and a massage head. Nikki chose the massage function and adjusted the water to as hot as she could stand. She changed the spray to the pulsing massage setting. She washed quickly, then pressed her hands against the shower wall and let the water pound into her back.
The door opened, and Amanda stepped inside, 2 cups of coffee in her hands. She set one on the counter, opened the glass door, and offered the other to Nikki, who gratefully took a sip and handed it back.
“May I join you?”
Nikki answered by pulling Amanda in. They wrapped their arms around one another and kissed while Amanda’s hand located the control and switched the shower head. Warm rain poured from the top of the shower. Amanda grabbed the pouf, released Nikki from her embrace long enough to add soap, and scrubbed every inch of skin lightly. Nikki moved under the rain head and rinsed, then pushed Amanda out of the water to return the favor of a body scrub.
Amanda’s phone beeped. “Damn, just as it was getting fun. Breakfast will be here in a few.”
She turned off the water, and they moved out to dry off. Amanda wrapped a towel around her hips like a sarong. There was a knock on the door, and she hung another towel around her neck, making sure it covered her breasts before she opened the door. As she held out the bag, the pretty Latina’s eyes met Amanda’s, and she couldn’t help but smile back. After a moment longer than she’d intended, Amanda smiled again, and with a sultry, “Thanks,” she slowly shut the door.
Nikki came out of the bedroom, a towel wrapped around her body.
“Where are my panties?”
Amanda pointed at the shorts and panties still strewn on the floor where she had yanked them off the night before.
“Leave them; everything needs to be washed. Come on. Breakfast.” She draped the towel she wore around her hips across the back of a rocking chair and opened the glass door, the morning sea breeze billowing in. It was cool; the rising sun had no heat. Arranging the boxes on a glass table, she went to the kitchen, grabbed plastic glasses, paper plates, orange juice, and milk.
Nikki stood unmoving, her hand holding the towel, concealing her body. Amanda paused after finishing setting the table. One eyebrow cocked, and a lighthearted smile upon her lips. “Coming?”
“Um, clothes?” A slight shake of her head.
“Only if you feel you must.” Amanda sat down and sorted boxes of eggs, farmhouse hash, bacon, biscuits, and gravy. Nikki remained in the doorway, still grasping the towel.
Amanda laughed. “It’s okay. I eat out here most days.”
“Nude?”
“Yep,” Amanda nodded.
Nikki draped her towel across the seat of her chair. She eyed breakfast, delighted. They ate mostly in silence, Nikki watching the beach for voyeurs, Amanda watching her young lover.
Nikki suddenly burped loudly, and then both of them burst into laughter.
Amanda teased, “Guess those biscuits want to join the conversation!”
Nikki, her eyes gleaming with humor, retorted, “Maybe.” Their laughter lingered, adding to the sense of ease between them. As the moment faded, Nikki looked at Amanda with hooded eyes.
“I love it here, but I’ll have to leave soon.”
“Texas?” Amanda asked.
Nikki nodded. “I want to tell my parents that I want to transfer to a school in Texas.”
Amanda reached out, her fingernail tracing the skin on Nikki’s hand.
“To be honest, I thought this would not be like this,” Amanda breathed. “I thought you would come down, we would have a night, and I would see you off.” She paused, taking Nikki’s hand in her own. “Now that I have you here, I want you to stay.” She could feel the moisture building in her eyes.
Nikki returned her look, squeezing her hand. “I’d like to stay, but my parents—school—”
Amanda stood, pulling Nikki out of her chair and into her arms. “Nikki,” Amanda said, using the nickname for the first time since Nikki had arrived, “Stay three days.” Her eyes searched Nikki’s face, “Please,” it was a breath, a whisper. The hug tightened, and a few tears fell.
Nikki pulled her into a sweet kiss. The Jenny of Oldstones song suddenly shattered the moment.
“My phone,” Nikki slid away from Amanda’s arms. She scooped it up a moment before it went to voicemail. “Hi, Mom.” She moved back onto the balcony.
Amanda stepped behind her, cupping her breast, squeezing, lips tracing her neck.
“Noo, Mom, everything’s fine, but something has come up, and I might be a couple of days late getting there.”
Amanda nibbled on Nikki’s ear. Her hand slid up Nikki’s, turning the phone, moving Nikki’s thumb to the speaker button.
“Why are you going to be late?” a woman’s voice asked from the speaker.
“A friend…” a pause as Amanda’s tongue slid into her ear. “A friend is having a hard time. I feel she needs my support.”
Amanda’s hand left Nikki’s tit and slid down, down to her belly. Nikki felt the fire starting.
“Well, you are always a good girl and a good friend, sweetheart. Will three days be enough? We can stand missing you for a few more days.”
Nikki suppressed a moan as a finger swiped through her cleft. “Thanks, Mom. I knew you would understand.” She hung up, spinning in Amanda’s arms, pecking her lips. “Fuck, you are EVIL,” Nikki moaned.
Amanda pushed her to the balcony rail, facing the beach, leaning with her ass out. Amanda was on her knees, pulling her cheeks apart. Nikki whimpered as Amanda’s tongue drove into her asshole.
“Fuck!”
Amanda paused the rimjob. “You have a perfect ass, Nikki; I can’t help myself.” She dove back in, tongue in Nikki’s ass, fingers sliding into her hungry pussy. Nikki began to cum, screaming her orgasm across the beach. An early morning beachcomber looked up, eyes wide at the young redhead, screaming in orgasm.
Amanda stood and pulled her into the condo. They never made it to the couch; they ended up on a large throw rug from Margaritaville. The roles reversed, Nikki diving between Amanda’s thighs. She worried her clit like a dog with a bone. Amanda came, moaning, came again as Nikki plunged her tongue deep in her pussy. The third orgasm drew an “OOOHHH FFUUUUCCKK” as she convulsed with a scream.
Nikki was tireless, not slowing her oral feast. Amanda sobbed as a fourth orgasm shook her body,
“Can’t… stop … fuck, cumming again!” She collapsed.
Nikki climbed her body, kissing each nipple, making Amanda shudder.
They lay for a moment, Amanda’s breath coming in gasps. Slowly, they got off the floor, smiling and giggling. Nikki slipped into her shorts, tee, and shoes.
“Be right back,” and slipped out the door.
Amanda cleaned up breakfast and the clothes from the night before. Minutes slipped by. Thoughts that Nikki might not return gradually entered her thoughts while the clock’s hands moved across the face. She dressed quietly, grabbed her keys, and had her hand on the door when there was a soft knock.
Amanda jerked the door open. Nikki stood there, a bouquet of flowers clustered around two pink roses in her hand. An overnight bag lay on the floor next to her. The kiss was soft, but grew in intensity. One of them kicked the bag into the condo, and the door shut. Somehow, they were back in bed, Nikki straddling Amanda’s face. “Fuck, you eat me so good,” she gasped as Amanda’s tongue danced.
Nikki stretched like a cat, pleasure blazing like fire through her body. She lay on Amanda’s thighs, her tongue dipping into the older woman’s wetness. The bedroom was brimming with the obscene sounds of women making love, no, of women in heat. Cries of pleasure, wet squishing sounds, and moans. Side by side, Amanda reached into her nightstand, withdrawing an 8-inch vibrator. A twist, and it came to life, sounding like a chainsaw. Nikki jumped as Amanda brushed her clit, pressing it into her pussy. She slid in deeper, burying all but an inch into Nikki’s tight pussy.
Nikki shook, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” ripping from her throat.
Amanda started at an even tempo, thrusting in, pulling out. Nikki reached up, grabbed Amanda by the back of her neck, every muscle squeezing, in a half-sit-up. A mixture of a shriek, a groan, and something else came from deep inside. Nikki’s eyes were clamped shut, tears streaming freely. Her body stayed in rictus, jerking for several seconds, Amanda holding the vibe deep inside her. With a gasp, Nikki released her hold, dropping flat on the bed.
“Oh. My. GOD.” Her breath heaving. “I’ve never cum that hard.”
Amanda turned the vibe off. They cuddled for a while, exchanging soft kisses, until Amanda guided Nikki’s fingers to her pussy. She sat up, legs splayed. “Fuck me,” she asked.
Nikki shifted, slipping a finger into Amanda’s gripping cunt.
“More. Deeper.” A second and third finger filled Amanda as she leaned back on her hands. “More.” In disbelief, Nikki’s pinky joined its siblings. Amanda came with a shudder. Nikki started to withdraw her slender fingers, but Amanda’s head jerked up, her hand clamping on Nikki’s wrist.
“I NEED more,” she growled.
“You can’t possibly…” Nikki whispered.
“Fist me, you bitch,” Amanda’s words filled with lust. “I need to be FULL.”
Slowly, Nikki folded her thumb into her palm. She pushed, wide-eyed, as her hand slid halfway in. Amanda’s hold grew firmer, pulling. With a gasp, Nikki’s hand popped into Amanda’s abused pussy to the wrist. Amanda dropped flat.
“CUM!” she screamed, then the shriek became unintelligible, as if Amanda had talked in tongues. Her quim was a vise, nearly painfully crushing Nikki’s hand. Her body contorted, hips bucking. Hot fluids squirted around Nikki’s wrist. Amanda’s ass vibrated and bounced as she continued to cum. Finally, she released her death grip on Nikki’s arm.
“Out,” she moaned.
Nikki pulled her hand free quickly, and Amanda screamed again, this time squirting her cum all over Nikki’s hand, arm, and tits.
Shaking, Amanda sat up, pulled herself to Nikki’s cum-covered tits, and licked her own juices from the salty skin. She kissed Nikki gently.
“Thank you. I really needed that.”
Nikki looked at their soaked bodies. “Welcome?” which came out as a question.
“Sorry, honey. I thought I told you I was a bit of a size queen.”
“Ever since I was 16, I had this thing with my-” Amanda hesitated, her eyes shifting away as if searching for something on the wall, followed by a hard swallow, “err, my best friend.” Amanda turned beet red.
“Need another shower,” Nikki said, sliding out of bed. They soaped each other, caressing and kissing.
Nikki stood on tiptoes, brushing her lips against Amanda’s ear. Her whisper was barely heard over the shower. “I really want to hear about it… How you fucked your fa–friend.”
