One Hot Summer (Finale #2)

Cassie took me back to her bedroom. I dragged my feet through small piles of clothes. My nose took in the familiar scent of her floral perfume with the light citrus notes, along with another scent which was far less familiar. And there, on the corner of the bed, was the evidence. A pair of red panties she must have worn when she was aroused, because along with a darkened spot on the crotch, they held her scent.

An alluring scent it was, the kind that makes you wild, makes you want to tear your clothes off and go crazy on each other. I watched Cassie bend down and brush the panties off of the bed and onto another small pile of clothes.

"Nancy doesn't make you clean your room?" I asked.

"I'm too old for that, now," replied my not-yet-twenty friend.

"But, not old enough to clean your room?"

"Gabi?" Cassie sighed with exacerbation and plopped down on the bed.

"I'm only teasing," I said as I joined her among the disheveled sheets. "I can't believe you seriously have your clothes all over the place."

"It's not all...mine," Cassie said hesitantly.

It took me a moment before I realized, "no...you seriously--"

"When the parents are away the girls will--"

"That's crazy." We laid there for a while, just taking it all in, her in her bikini and me in mine. "So, how often do you and Samantha...?"

"What?" Cassie started laughing until she fell back among the pile of stuffed animals she had on the bed by her pillow. "Never. Sometimes I'd have friends or neighbor's daughters over. Samantha...no...never."

Her blue eyes stared into my soul and I moved closer to her body. Was there really so much that I didn't know about my closest friend? I've fantasized about a moment like this for years, and all along she's had numerous lesbian encounters with whatever girls she's bringing home.

"How did I never know this about you?" I giggled.

"I never said anything, because I worried...I don't know. I guess I'm kind of a slut. A nymphomaniac. It's just not something I thought I could tell you."

"Cass, you can tell me anything."

"Okay. For starters, I wore this thong and this little top to seduce you."

"It worked," I smiled as I moved in for a kiss.

"Oh, did it?"

"Yeah."

We kissed for the second time that day. As we did, our bodies gravitated toward one another as by magnetism; sexual magnetism. I stroked her thigh, still wet and soft from her time in the pool. Dare I move my hand up further? The question never crossed her mind, as her hand shot up the length of my side and under the left cup of my bikini top. As our tongues tangoed, Cassie gently massaged my left breast.

"I love your boobs," Cassie said while she caressed me with a gentleness none of the guys I dated had displayed. Imagine the woman you've always loved, secretly, touching you intimately. The thrill of something as simple as a kiss, as simple as Cassie kneading my breast, set fire to my insides.

I swallowed her tongue with my lips. Shoved her down onto her back. An animalistic desire came over me, something I hadn't felt before. I tore at her bikini until there was nothing left but her bare skin, every inch of her exposed to me. Every pleasure point begging for attention.

It occurred to me, as I looked down at Cassie's naked body, that I had no clue what to do next. Cassie enjoyed playing with my breasts, while I still had time to decide. My right hand found its place between her legs, that much was obvious. Then, I stooped down and started missing, licking and sucking her gorgeous pink nipples; mine were a light shade of brown, but I always thought pink nipples were so beautiful.

My fingers clearly hit the right spot when Cassie's face lit up and her jaw dropped. Two fingers moved in deeper and I was surprised at how close I had gotten her in such a short time. Cassie was ripe for an orgasm. I pumped a little harder, a little faster, determined to bring her there. While I did, I kissed her lips.

Cassie's abdomen heaved as she drew near to the big O. To prolong this moment, I removed my fingers and lifted her legs, intent on getting between them.

"No, move over this way," Cassie pleaded quickly.

"Turn my body?" I moved in such a way that my legs straddled Cassie's face. "69?"

"Yeah," Cassie said breathily.

Suddenly, I had my best friend's vagina two inches away from my face. It wasn't a problem for her, Cassie grabbed my ass and lifted her face into my sex box in an instant. But, I hadn't had sex with a woman and she had all this experience. Clearly, she was skilled, because her tongue did things I never knew a tongue could do.

I lowered my head until my lips touched hers labia lips. Pie. Pie-eating. A pie-eating contest. My mind connected an odd assortment of thoughts until I came to regard this as a pie-eating contest. She was clearly winning, but if I wanted to take her there, I had to dive in face-first and eat some pie.

My jaw jacked up and down until the muscles were sore. My tongue licked and penetrated Cassie's cunt until I couldn't feel anything anymore. My body began reacting to her attention, I was seconds away from cumming in my best friend's face. With all the effort I could muster, I ate that pussy like it was my last meal. And it was delicious.

Finally, Cassie howled something fierce. She was a wild animal. Her hips spun and she pushed me onto my back, grasped my thighs, and ate me out so deep that the tip of her nose began to dig into my anus. My head dropped from her juicy box and I gave in to the throes of my orgasm.

After my body stopped shaking, I felt Cassie lift herself off of me. Then, she descended upon me again. This time, Cassie decided to sit on my face and force me to finish her off. I gladly obliged.

It was so surreal, looking up to see the face of my best friend as she looked down at me between her legs. We grew up together. We were like sisters. And here I was about to devour her pussy until she would cum in my face, following the most intense orgasm of my life. I couldn't believe this was real life.

I did make her cum, at last. I could feel her buildup of lubricant making way for her final moment. Her juices streamed down the sides of my face. I ate every delicious inch of her cunt and my final reward was her screaming orgasm. Then, I watched her body go limp.

"That was...incredible," Cassie said as she fell beside me.

"I always fantasized about you," I finally revealed, "and this moment was better than I ever imagined."

"I fantasized about you, too."

"What now?" I asked.

"I'd like to make this a regular thing between us," Cassie said. "I love this intimacy between us."

I kissed her wet lips and replied, "I'd love to do this again, anytime."

The End