Two closet lesbians

Marsia and Jenni, despite having been friends their whole lives, had no idea they were in love with each other. The two twenty-four year old women continually skirted around each other, neither one of them picking up on the other's cues. Jenni couldn't count how many times she had fantasized about running her fingers through Marsia's chocolate brown hair, and Marsia yearned to run her hands over Jenni's tight butt and boobs. They were the eternal frustration of their friends, who didn't dare interfere even though they could all tell the two women longed for each other.

Still, their mutual attraction didn't dissuade the women from spending as much time with each other as possible. Both partially used it as an excuse to be close to the other, but they also hadn't been best friends since youth for nothing. They loved spending time with each other, staying up late playing cheesy games, sharing a drink, talking about books and movies, or just being around each other. So when they both had an unexpected day off of work, they had immediately decided to spend a day at the beach together.

Now, lounging in a pool next to each other sipping on drinks, both the women were beginning to think the daytrip was a bad idea. Marsia's eyes kept slipping to Jenni's pale skin, complemented beautifully by her bright pink bikini and her long golden hair. The girl's slim figure, maintained by years of yoga and careful eating, flexed and shifted alluringly as she raised her cup to her lips and took a swig of the fruity drink she favored. Marsia watched as her friend's throat rippled as she swallowed, immediately turning away. She had to **** herself to not think about what else she'd like to see the skinny blonde swallow.

She looked away just in time to miss Jenni's own searching glance, the blonde's eyes running down to Marsia's proud bubble butt. She wanted so badly to grab those tight cheeks and pull her against her own body until her friend could feel the heat of her need. And she did need her, her furtive looks having lit up the fire in her core as it had so many times before.

This time though, the tainted waters of the pool was slowly working on the two women, pulling new, lustful thoughts to the forefront of their minds. Marsia twisted to reach for something, namely her own iced tea, with the hope that it would cool her down a little, giving Jenni a lovely view of her gently arching back. The blonde couldn't help but stare and wonder what it would be like to run her tongue along every delicately protruding vertebrae. She leaned back, breathing heavily, right as Marsia turned back, the brunette's eyes instantly alighting on her friend's heaving chest. She blushed furiously, the momentary relief from her drink vanishing as quickly as it came.

The two women were trapped in their increasing need for each other, casting furtive glances at each other every few seconds. Either one of them would have left if it hadn't meant leaving the object of their desires and if it wouldn't have betrayed just how turned on they were. Their eyes wandered, but their minds remained on the person next to them, constantly, painfully aware of the other.

Finally, more by accident than anything else, Jenni and Marsia's eyes met. The two best friends stared at each other for breathless seconds, neither able to hide the desire on their faces. Their wide, needy eyes stayed fixed on each other, until Marsia gently opened her mouth. She might have been about to say something, but neither of the girls knew, and the small glimpse into her friend's apparently welcoming mouth was all it took to set Jenni off.

The blonde jerked forward, anything else forgotten, and her lips crashed into Marsia's with years of pent up want. The brunette instantly reciprocated, moaning throatily and arching her back to press her torso against her friend, their tits pillowing against each other slightly. Their hands, just as hungry as their mouths, landed on each others' body, stroking, caressing, groping, and grabbing. Neither of them could fight their need anymore, the hidden virus' effects rooted deep in their minds.

The best friends continued to make out with each other until Jenni grabbed one of Marsia's hands and purposefully pulled it down to their hips.

"Touch me," the blonde moaned, humping the leg that had slipped between her own. Marsia tried to move her hand, to wrap it around her friend's waist, but Jenni didn't let her and led her hand lower. "No, touch me." Marsia's eyes widened a little as she realized what her best friend wanted, but she couldn't find a reason to bother resisting. She eagerly pushed her hand down the cleft of Jenni's pelvis, probing fingers taking their first exploratory pokes at another woman's pussy.

Marsia couldn't count how many times she had imagined a hand not her own playing with her petals, and now she put every one of those fantasies into play. Teasing, poking, slow insertion only to pull back out, and gentle caresses were barely half of the tricks she employed, each of which brought out a different reaction in Jenni. Marsia smiled, ready to play her friend like a fiddle, when the blonde's hands landed on her exposed boobs, their bikinis pushed away by their groping. Fingers poked, prodded, and pinched at her most sensitive peaks, more sensitive than even her clit, and the brunette shuddered in her friend's arms. Any ploys of trickery disappeared and her fingers madly went to work, **** to make Jenni feel the same pleasure she was.

Both women, unknowingly driven nearly to their climaxes by the virus, seized as they were abruptly pushed to their peak. Jenni's fingers pinched at Marsia's firm nipples as her legs slammed shut around the brunette's fingers, which twitched madly inside her. The two girls moaned into each others' mouth, their kiss unbroken as they crumbled around each other. Neither could escape the pleasure crushing them, and neither wanted to. They came in each others' arms, nearly a decade of pent up desire overflowing from them in a screeching orgasm.