ALICE Ch 188

As usual, Faye is as weird as she is cute. Alice isn’t complaining, although sometimes… OK, often, she just wants to have sex normally. And she wants to be on top. Or behind. She’s not picky. And for a second, she thought that tonight might be a good night for that. They got the clothes off, the making out was going well… all Alice needed to do was push Faye onto the bed and go for it, but she hesitated too long.

“Yes! Oh,” Faye squeals.

They’re still in the middle of the room, naked with the lights on, by an unlucky suede armchair. Alice is behind, her erection smooshed against Faye’s pale back while she plays with Faye’s soft breasts. Faye is nothing if not flexible. She will get really into anything. Normal sex. Uh… her toy stuff. And this: Alice’s fingers pinching and tugging at her plump, firm, surprisingly large nipples.

Faye lets out another wail and squirms against Alice, jerking her cock with an abandon that Alice hasn’t seen before. Obviously, wild masturbation is a whole thing for Faye, given her past fixation on toys and stuff, but she generally doesn’t show that side of herself to Alice. Tonight she’s stroking herself off like there’s a gun to her head.

Alice goes easy, gently pinching. She has to be a little careful with her injured hand.

“Yes,” Faye breathes, rhythmically pulling.

Alice twists.

“Argh! Fuck!” Faye’s hand flies faster.

Alice cups and squeezes. Faye slows down again and moans. Alice’s smile is hidden by Faye’s hair, which is out of control. She leans down and nips Faye’s earlobe. Faye’s body wiggles and pins and needles cover Alice’s body. She distinctly feels her cock throb and precum smearing Faye’s back.

“Yes. Yes.”

“Mmhmm,” Alice murmurs fondly. Then she squeezes Faye’s breasts and pulls her nipples. Faye jerks with a squeal and shakes for a silent moment. Then there’s an explosive gasp and she leans forward and catches herself on the chair, which now has a mess all over the arm and back.

Alice steps away. Her erection sticks out needily, and a naked, quivering Faye bent over a cum-stained chair isn’t going to make that go away.

“Oh,” Faye says, looking over her shoulder as Alice quite matter-of-factly lifts Faye’s leg to get her knee onto the arm of the chair. “All right,” she says, looking pleased. Alice is tired and it’s late; she’d rather be doing this in bed, or really to have finished doing it an hour ago and be asleep by now, but as she slides into Faye’s warmth, she can overlook that.

“Mmm. Yes,” Faye pants softly as Alice gently pushes into her. More sweat and juices drip onto the unfortunate chair, but Alice is already turned on and making no effort to last. Even at an almost lazy pace, it takes her no time at all. She leans down, rests her head on Faye’s damp shoulder, wraps her arms around Faye’s soft body, and lets it out inside.