Post Kiera no bet

Oliver frowned, taking another drag of the spliff and passing it back to Tori. “Surprisingly enough, I need advice.” Tori’s legs swung as she swiveled into an upright position to look at Oliver with curious green eyes. Unsure of how to put any of this delicately, Oliver decided the naked truth was the way to go.

He explained the previous night’s events, the close call with Simon, meeting Kiera, what (and who) came after. Tori listened wordlessly, sharing the spliff with Oliver as he expressed his disappointment that he only had two weeks with Kiera. He shared Kiera’s parting thoughts about Oliver joining a cam show and encouraging him to try and see other people.

Tori let him ramble, until Oliver paused to meet Tori’s eyes “What do I do Tor? Between our shower and my night with Kiera I can’t be straight, right?” Oliver sighed dejectedly, “I loved sucking her cock Tor, I loved everything about it.”

Tori pulled Oliver into a tight hug. Her head pressed into his chest; Tori weighed her words carefully. “Ollie, I was fifteen when I realized that the way I liked girls wasn’t the way my friends liked each other… I was sixteen before I was brave enough to kiss one for the first time. Everyone should get to go at their own pace, and all joking aside I am really happy for you.” She leaned her body down, squeezing Oliver in a hug. She paused a moment, “I mean did I expect you to come into my room today to tell me you sucked and fucked a trans girl into the wee hours of the morning and ended on ‘I’m excited to watch her sodomize herself on a dragon dildo for an audience’, mayyybe not.”

Oliver laughed, and gave Tori a playful swat on the ass, “that is so not the sentence I expected as a follow up.” Tori looked up at Oliver and stuck her tongue out mockingly “can’t let you get the wrong idea Ollie; I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” The pair stood embracing, their eyes locked.

“You also said…” Tori started, as if unsure of herself, “you said Kiera wanted you to keep pursuing other interests still…” The words hanging in the air, their unsubtle intent a burning question.

Instead of speaking, Oliver leaned down and gently kissed Tori. The two stood embracing as their lips pressed, Tori took a half step back, and pulled Oliver’s shirt off as he raised his arms to let her. In turn, Oliver removed Tori’s sports bra, her perky mounds bouncing out. Oliver hooked his thumbs on the edge of Tori’s panties, kissing down her body as he slid them to the floor. As Oliver stood back up, Tori winked and mirrored his actions but instead of standing again remained kneeling in front of Oliver’s cock. She gingerly kissed up and down the length of his shaft, before lavishing her tongue on the tip. There was no urgency in her movements, taking her time as she took him fully into her mouth. Only when Oliver was hard enough for Tori’s liking, she stood, guiding her friend and gently pressing him back first on to the bed.

Tori mounted Oliver, unconsciously picking the same position he’d fucked Kiera in just hours before. He moaned, savoring the feel of her pussy clenching on his cock as she began to ride him. Their bodies moved in unison, rising and falling, the pace never increasing. They simply enjoyed the closeness of their bodies, the pleasure perhaps amplified by the slow intention of their movements, their eyes each locked on the person who only a day before would never have been even a possibility.

Inevitably, they both felt the pressure of their respective orgasms building. Tori’s clenching pussy filled to the brim with Oliver’s length, hitting every nerve ending perfectly. Electric sparks danced behind Oliver’s eyes as he sat up, Tori’s legs swinging behind them as she continued fucking into his lap. He kissed her again, biting her lip as Tori’s nails started digging gouges into his back. Tori was the first to cum, the muscles in her abdomen spasming as she finally sped up, shoving her hips into Oliver as hard as she could still locked into the kiss. Triggered by the beautiful redhead, Oliver came at the height of Tori’s orgasm, his cock pulsing in time with his heart.

Finally pulling away from the kiss, Tori leaned her forehead on Oliver’s shoulders, breathing hard. Oliver kissed her the side of her head, trailing down her neck and onto her shoulder. “We definitely…” Tori whispered, “have to do this again.”