Lisa obliges

Aiden could only groan as he stood outside the door, hearing her **** question. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t even loud. But it slipped past his lips before he could stop it, a low, involuntary sound punched out of him by sheer arousal. He froze, wide-eyed, feeling his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at Natalie’s door, before retreating to his own room for safety.

Unknown to him, neither woman reacted to his errant noise. Lisa paused for only a heartbeat. Her mouth stilled against Natalie’s sex as her eyes widened, the words catching her off guard. That wasn’t something Natalie would have asked before, not the version of her bestie she knew. The one who often kept her voice low, and more often than not, waited to be led. But this version? She was bold, open, **** in the most beautiful way.

Lisa lifted her head just enough to murmur, “The fuck did you just ask?” her voice low and thick with arousal, yet tinged with the faintest hint of humor.

Natalie hesitated in embarrassment. Her breath came in shallow bursts, her voice barely more than a whisper as she spoke into the warm, dark space between Lisa’s thighs. “Don’t judge me for that,” she said, responding to Lisa’s question. The words laced with vulnerability despite the hunger that still pulsed in every part of her.

Lisa’s expression softened, unseen but felt in the way her body stilled, her next breath thick with desire. “Judge you?” she breathed. “I love you for it.”

She adjusted her weight, letting more rest on Natalie as she repositioned her arms and hands. Settling back in, she pressed her fingers with a slow intention. This wasn’t a regular occurrence for her, slipping a finger inside someone’s backdoor, but the way Natalie asked, the vulnerability in her voice, made it sound like the sexiest idea in the world in that moment.

It was a desire her friend subtly begged for, just as she had asked for that lovely thick dildo to be crammed into her. And if she could provide something Natalie felt safe enough with her to ask for, despite her nerves, she felt not only obligated to provide it, but honored in the display of trust. All of it turning herself on even more.

Natalie gasped, her body tightening in response to the combination of fullness, and pressure, making her clamp down in waves. Her breath caught again from both the sensation, and the sudden bloom of embarrassment in her chest. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Or maybe she had, but with everything Lisa already knew about her, about the things she wanted and the parts she tried to hide, who else could she have asked? If not her best friend and sometimes lover when convenience and desire aligned, then who?

Lisa shifted slightly, her breath catching as Natalie adjusted the angle of the dildo and drove it deeper with smooth repetitive thrusts. Her slick walls clenched around it instinctively, as her hips rolled to meet the steady invasion. She was full, deliciously, achingly full, and the stretch only made her grind harder, her thighs tightening around Natalie’s head as she tried to stay in control. But it was slipping. Every movement pushed her closer.

Below, Natalie moaned into her, her mouth working in tandem with the slow push of her hand using the dildo. She felt every grind of Lisa’s hips, every ripple of arousal, and it spurred her on. But her own body wasn’t quiet either. The pressure building inside her was different now, more intense from the sense of vulnerability. She gasped sharply as Lisa’s fingertip alternated circling her back entrance, then slipping back inside, teasing and unrelenting.

Then she pressed a second finger in.

Natalie’s body tensed, as her breath caught from the feeling, as both slid past that tight ring of muscle. Lisa didn’t pull her hand away from Natalie’s pussy, her fingers there kept moving, two buried to the knuckle, stroking in rhythm as her other hand now continued a second slow invasion. The dual sensation, four fingers total entering her, sent a shockwave through Natalie’s entire body. She felt stretched, filled, pinned open in a way she’d never experienced. Never allowed herself to before.

Her ex had asked, begged, pleaded, even tried after being told no, but she’d never allowed him to. She wanted to try it, but not with him. Not with how poorly their relationship been by that time.

Now, with two pairs of fingers sometimes penetrating her in alternating thrusts, and at other times simultaneously, she moaned helplessly, thighs shaking, lips parting against Lisa’s soaked flesh, trying to maintain her own focus on her friend at the same time. She bucked into every flick of her tongue. Lisa matched her movement, eyes fluttering shut as she rode Natalie’s mouth harder, her own breath turning ragged, her voice reduced to guttural, needy sounds between gasps.

They were completely tangled now. Two halves of a pulse, wet and frenzied, with their bodies responding like they’d done this a hundred times, and somehow, like it was completely new. Lisa was panting through clenched teeth, grinding with abandon as the toy filled her with every thrust, and Natalie writhed under her, lost in the new and subsequently overwhelming fullness of being taken in two places at once.

Her hands tightened around Lisa’s thighs, her mouth frantic, and her body being stretched to its limit and trembling from the inside out. The pressure had built beyond control, coiled so tight it almost hurt. She didn’t know which sensation was pushing her over, the fullness, the motion, the sheer audacity of being this open, this completely unraveled beneath someone who knew her so intimately. Maybe it was all of it. Maybe it didn’t matter.

Lisa’s breath broke into ragged pieces, her hips stuttering mid-grind as the wave caught her. She clenched hard around the toy, her thighs tightening around Natalie’s head as a sharp cry escaped her lips. She buried her face deeper into Natalie’s mound, her mouth locking onto her clit in a **** attempt to muffle the sounds rising from her own throat. Her body shook, trembling from the depth of release, and still, Natalie didn’t let up. Her hand stayed steady, driving the toy through every pulse, every ripple that tore through Lisa’s core.

Natalie had held her own climax back, riding the edge as long as she could, caught in the intensity of Lisa’s orgasm. But as Lisa’s hips began to slow, her gasps softening, the wave easing, Natalie finally let go too.

Her orgasm surged forward after waiting so long for permission, building to a pitch she hadn’t experienced in several months. Not since the first time she experimented with that forbidden entrance herself.

She cried out beneath Lisa, her legs locking up as every muscle flexed, back hunching as her abs pulled taut and spasmed. Her body clenched around the sudden flood of sensation.

Lisa felt the way Natalie’s body seized up beneath her, the way her thighs quivered from the tension running through them as they clamped against her head.

Her breath catching up, it pulled her back into focus. She realized she’d let herself drift, gone slack in the aftermath of her own pleasure. But not now, when Natalie was trembling beneath her. Driven by a mix of instinct and raw need, Lisa latched on again, her mouth sealing over Natalie’s clit as her fingers worked deeper inside her. She chased the movement of Natalie’s hips, tongue circling fast and unrelenting as she suctioned against her clit. Her fingers curled against the spot that made her jerk and gasp.

Natalie’s body was moving of its own accord now in wild, pulsing, unpredictable jerks. Lisa wasn’t guiding her anymore, she was hanging on, trying to keep up as Natalie bucked beneath her, her body going over the edge in a rush that neither of them could stop.

Natalie was lost in it, completely overwhelmed. Every flick of Lisa’s tongue, every deep stroke of her fingers pushed her further, until the orgasm tore through her. It came in waves, sharper each time, her body jolting with every pass. She couldn’t catch her breath, or form words, only broken sounds from the back of her throat. Whimpers escaping when she could manage a to take a breath. Her hands gripped Lisa’s ass, fingers digging in. Somewhere in the chaos, the toy had been pushed aside, forgotten and resting near her head, having been ejected by Lisa in the final surge of her own climax.

They moved through it together, one riding the aftershocks, the other giving all she had left to carry her through. And when it finally settled, when both of them were wrung out, breathless and still, it wasn’t quiet from awkwardness, but a feeling of satisfaction neither had felt in a long time.

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