With a kiss

Liam was right next door, but my mind was solely focused on Chrissie. Well, I say ‘my mind’ – ‘my vagina’ is probably more accurate. I swiftly stepped into the remaining space between us, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her.

I tasted a trace of strawberry-flavored lipstick on her lips. She was a couple inches taller than me, so I had to crane my neck a little to reach – not as much as with Liam, but he normally stooped for me. After a couple of glorious moments where she thought with only her body, she shook her head and pulled away.

“What are you doing?” Chrissie said, more confused than angry.

I froze. What the fuck was I doing? “Sorry,” I muttered. She didn’t respond. She just stood there, lips slightly parted, and I avoided her gaze. “I need a piss,” I said.

I didn’t need a piss. I sat on the toilet and buried my face in my hands, fury at myself bubbling just below the surface. Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I punched at it. (Don’t worry, I didn’t hit the mirror or anything – I wasn’t that mad.)

Returning to Chrissie’s room, I frowned as I noticed that the light was off. The door shut behind me, and I turned around just as someone grabbed me.

And kissed me.

Taken by surprise, I didn’t react immediately, but as soon as his tongue entered my mouth I snapped back to reality and pushed him away, opening my eyes.

She stood there, smiling innocently. “Sorry,” she winked.

I felt my mouth slowly split into a grin. Leaping at her, I saw her green eyes widen before I pressed my lips to hers and pulled her close. My nipples hardened and pressed against her soft breasts through both our tops as I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she did the same.

Slowly, I guided her towards the bed as we made out. You know that song by Katy Perry? 'I kissed a girl'? Yeah, it was nothing like that –as previously stated, Chrissie wore strawberry lipstick, not cherry, and there was nothing innocent about it. It was hungry, **** and –

“Ow!” Chrissie giggled as she clonked against her bedside cabinet.

“Sorry,” I grinned, quickly adjusting our course back towards her bed. Her knees hit it and she fell backwards, and my momentum carried me after her. I landed on her stomach, and we both had the air ripped from our lungs. “Shit,” I gasped.

With her hands in my hair, she pulled me down to kiss me, and I felt her grin. Teasingly, I took hold of the hem of her pajama top and eased it up her body, but just as it reached her chest, she flipped us over so that she was straddling my waist, with her hand on my sternum to hold me down.

Leaning down to kiss me, Chrissie took a leaf out of my book and began to tease the hem of my tank top up my stomach. Obediently, I raised my arms over my head to allow her to peel it off – she did so slowly, driving me wild. I wasn’t used to being teased. I kinda liked it.

As soon as it was off, I felt her hands on my breasts, kneading them tentatively as I battled her tongue. I writhed desperately, but since she was pinning me I could barely move my legs; I tried to pull her move of rolling us over, but she anticipated it and grabbed my wrists too, then pulled back slightly. “Stop struggling,” Chrissie whispered, smirking.

“Let go!” I replied, lust evident in my voice.

She rolled her eyes and relaxed her grip, and I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. It was weird – both of us were pretty sex-savvy, but neither of us had a clue what to do with another girl. Apart from the usual ‘get naked’ strategy. That tended to help.

Five minutes and a tender make-out session later, our nubile bodies were fully nude and her soft skin was rubbing against mine. She was electrifying. Her tits were slightly larger than mine – probably a C cup – but they were wonderfully soft and supple, and I couldn’t keep my hands off them. Well, I could, because her pert ass was even better; it fit beautifully in my palms, unlike all the guys I’d been with.

Likewise, Chrissie seemed to be enjoying my body – she spent a long time fiddling with my erect nipples, which made me moan like crazy, before moving on to my butt. I arched my back, wriggling underneath her, but I realized that as much as I was having the most erotic night of my life, all this touching wasn’t satisfying me.

Luckily, Chrissie noticed how eager I was and guided me over to the end of the bed; half-sitting against the wall, she positioned herself so that my back was against her soft breasts, and I was sitting just in front of her crotch. Turning my face to hers, we began making out as her soft hands snaked down my body and pulled my legs apart before running a finger along my wet slit.

I moaned seductively into her mouth, which she clearly took as a cue to stick her fingers inside me. Her middle and ring fingers pushed into my folds as her thumb stayed by my clit and rubbed it, and sparks of pleasure exploded in my vision; I writhed, bucking my hips into her hand, and Chrissie giggled at my reaction.

While her fingers began pistoning in and out of my pussy, her free hand squeezed my boob; I could feel my pleasure building – I was already incredibly aroused from the entwining of our naked bodies, and it didn’t take long before I was trembling on the edge of orgasm. Chrissie pulled her lips back from mine, and my heavy-lidded eyes opened slowly.

She smiled, biting her lip. “Cum.”

A surge of electricity washed over my body, and my knees spasmed as I let out a long, satisfied breath. I barely noticed her fingers withdraw from my cunt, but I did notice when she brought them to my lips. Lustily, I licked my juices off her digits, and grinned.