Heather's turn to get off

"My turn."

A hand on her wrist led Chloe south into territory unmapped but not unfamiliar. Heather's bush was soft and sticky with dew, its curls laid flat against her mons.

“Play with me,” Heather said, “like you play with yourself.”

Cool air soothed her inner lips. Chloe's finger started at the bottom and stroked slowly, so painfully slowly. She held her breath as it approached her core, but it passed on up towards her button. It treated her to a rolling nudge, just one, and then was off again.

Heather lost count of how many times this happened. Every time she wanted to burst it eased up, keeping her guessing. Keeping her powerless.

“No more,” Heather begged. “Fuck me. Please, please, fuck me.”

The first finger Heather embraced in slow waves, inviting her friend with warm hospitality.

The second finger Heather fucked with all her might. She was, she relished, no longer in control. Chloe would decide when she could cum, if she could cum.

Chloe tried to keep a steady rhythm between Heather's legs, but the arms around her neck and the lips on her neck made it all so hard to focus. I can't get your clit when you throw yourself around, dummy! She put a hand on the small of Heather's back, trying to keep her stable, but Heather's hips no longer bucked. She had no need to when she was being fucked so deep, her favorite spaces filled, her swollen clit rolled like a marble.

Heather wailed a single curse. Her walls fluttered, her hips tensed, but the blinding sensation was there and quickly gone.

When Chloe pulled out, Heather took her wrist again, kissing and sucking every gooey finger. Chloe watched her, and she watched back. Finally, she released Chloe's ring finger with a slurp. “How was your first time fucking a girl?”

Chloe laughed. “Surprising!”

“Mmm, you have no idea what I'm capable of.” Heather grinned into their kiss. “Come on. It's your turn again.” She nodded at one of the dressers. “Pick something fun from the toybox.”