Meet the Girls 3 - Afterparty

"Get home safe, guys." is the last thing you call after Denise and Erika before you finally close the door. While the evening did manage to recover from the initial awkwardness, it was still plenty stressful. Not only did Zoey's and Erika's past linger in the air, Denise got progressively touchier over time. So much so, you had to actively stop her from drinking more or otherwise who knows what would've happened. You certainly don't know if Zoey would've stopped her...

"Ugh, fuck." you mumble to yourself, leaning your forehead against the door for a moment. Maybe you do have a little bit of jealousy in you. Already. even though you just met here. You're still getting to know her. You'd probably be more relaxed when it comes to her and other women if you two were, you know, more established. And if it weren't your BEST FRIENDS.

You hear Zoey's footsteps approach from behind.

"Lively bunch, your friends." she comments softly and wraps her arms around your waist.

"Mhm." you reply and lean back into her, letting her support your weight. "I dunno, it was a lot."

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that." Zoey says and rests her chin on your shoulder. "Shouldn't have played into it like that."

While she is right about that, your exhaustion and her nice embrace are making it hard to hold a grudge right now.

"It's fine." you sigh and turn around in her arms. "Guess I got what I wanted."

"And that was?" asks the muscular futanari and raises an eyebrow.

"Well, before today, I just hoped they wouldn't dislike you." you mutter and put your arms around her neck. "Pretty safe to say that ain't the case."

"Hah, yeah." Zoey chuckles and kisses you. "Come. Lemme help you calm down."

"Oh yeah?" you ask, a sceptical smile forming on your lips. "And how are you going to do that?"

"Weeell, I have some ideas." Zoey smirks and grabs your hand to lead you over to your bed.

"Is that so?" you chuckle, allowing her to pull you along. It's quite obvious in which direction this is going but you still wonder what exactly she has in mind.

"Yep." is all Zoey says before she guides you onto the mattress. You sit down first but with her hands carefully pushing your shoulders, she makes you lie down.

"Whatever you're up to, just know that I am veeery stressed." you tell her and prop yourself up on your elbows.

"Then I better do something about that." Zoey grins and crawls on top of you. Her toned body hovers above yours for a brief second before she closes the distance and kisses you. It's a soft, yet passionate kiss as her lips gently move against yours. You can immediately tell, this is not going to be a fuck-on-the-toilet-style quickie.

You don't say anything, partly because you sense she wouldn't want you to right now. Instead, you let her take the reigns. Zoey soon takes one of your hands, intertwines her fingers with yours and pins it over your head. She never stops softly kissing you all through out. While she needs her other hand to support her weight above you, you don't. Thus, you decide to feel her up a little. You let your free hand travel up her muscular arm, enoying the feeling of her firm bicep. From there, you move on to her shoulders, running your fingers over the curve of her traps and her neck. Eventually, Zoey disentagles her hand from yours and lets it wander down your body. Gently, she caresses your side, then your hips, and eventually, your thighs. Now that she has shifted some of her ministrations to your lower half, you decide to go along with it. However, when you try to snake your hand between her legs, she surprisingly pushes it away.

"Uh-uh." the futa shakes her head, her lips leaving yours for a moment. "This is about you."

Quite taken aback, a simple "O-oh." is all you respond. This is new. While she didn't strike you as the sexually selfish type, you've never had a partner refuse your touch.

"Don't do anything." Zoey instructs you and slowly shifts her body further down. "Just relax."

"O-okay." you reply, feeling strangely bashful all of the sudden. Now on her knees, Zoey's hands make their way underneath your skirt to feel up your thighs. A shudder runs through your body, her fingers sending pleasant chills across your skin. Unable to take your eyes off her, you notice very easily that underneath her baggy pants, she is rock hard. Soon, her hands gently press the insides of your thighs and you happily oblige, spreading open and allowing her access.

"Good girl." Zoey whispers with a sly smirk and this should NOT turn you on as much as it does. She's getting you so workd up, you can't even cringe at her choice of words. She keeps her eyes locked with yours while she slowly leans down between your legs. Slowly flipping your skirt up, she reveals your thong to her. For a second you consider warning her about destroying another pair of your panties, but you decide firmly against the risk of ruining the moment. Instead, you just watch her and bite your lip. The anticipation is killing you. During your first night spent together, she has already shown you what she can do with her mouth and you're quickly running out of patience. However, the mood is vastly different from back then. Two weeks ago, Zoey was diving in, practically feasting down there. Today, however, her movements are slow and deliberate. With her green eyes staring right into yours, her face moves closer and closer. You're almost ready to beg but then, her lips finally meet your for the moment still covered pussy. A moan, impossible to suppress, escapes your throat. Oof, you are so pent up. Zoey's tongue begins to run along the length of your slit. Your panties are still covering your most sensitive parts, but the thin layer does little to hinder her. Zoey purrs as she taste your wet thong against her tongue. Biting down on your lip, you can't help but hold her gaze while your hand blindly fishes for the pillow.

Soon, Zoey has enough of your underwear and pulls it aside. They might, in fact, actually survive this - which makes them your first pair of panties to do so.

"Ohh, god." you moan when her tongue finally meets your bare pussy. Your grip the pillow tighter. Zoey's lips take their time to tenderly kiss every part of down there. They freely explore the area, finding all the spots that make you squirm. When her tongue finally meets your clit, a high-pitched gasp leaves your lungs. God, this is good. Your moans only grow louder and more frequent the longer her tongue dances over and around your clit. Apparently, however, you are still not being pleasured enough for Zoey's liking and thus, her hands get involved. While one snakes its way under your tank top upwards to your boobs, the other attents to your pussy.

"Oooahhh..." you moan and arch your back a little as you feel two fingers entering you and simultaneously, her other hand finding your left breast. Needless to say at this point, Zoey doesn't have any issues multitasking since her tongue never stops throughout all of this. The three-way-stimulation is quickly starting to fry the wires in your brain. It's not like Zoey is reckless too. No, her playing with your nipple underneath your top, tongue teasing your clit and fingers digging precisely into your g-spot... it's like you're a machine she's operating and she has the manual all figured out. Unable not to, you start bucking your hips, riding her fingers, granding her face. She's just too damn good. It would've been so easy for her to just rely on her colossal dick and never develop any skills beyond that. But god fucking dammit, does this futa know how to please a woman.

"Z-z-zoey, oh my go-od." you pant and look down. "F-fuck, I-i think, I- I-"

She doesn't let up. No, she doesn't increase the intensity either. She's just doing what she's doing, knowing full well that her current actions are without a doubt going to push you over the edge. Any second now, in fact. You want to warn her, announce your impending orgasm, but no words want to leave your mouth. It wouldn't have mattered anyway since while you're caught in a voiceless scream, your body spasms and convulses, definitely telling her all she needs to know. Hell, she seems to know your body so well, she was probably aware of your climax before you were yourself. You repeatedly smash the pillow against the mattress while you legs flail all over the place. Her fingers are still inside you, her tongue is still dancing over your clit and her hand is still fondling your boob. Oh god, you might actually pass out if she contin-

Zoey stops. Mercy.

"NnngaAHH! F-f-f-f-fuuuuck!" you wail and roll onto your side, curling up into a ball as the remainder of your orgasm courses through you. For what feels like another minute at least, you're stuck in this position, the waves of pleasure washing over you. Then you feel an arm around you, followed by a warm body pressing against your back and a still very very noticable, clothed erection against the back of your thighs.

No words are spoken. None are needed. It takes another minute or two until you could, in theory, talk properly, but you don't. Instead, you enjoy the feeling of her body pressed against yours, helping you come down from your high. God, this stupid, sexy fuckboy is gonna be the **** of you.