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It was morning.
Elle stretched out languidly, starfishing across the bedsheets. They were still warm, holding the imprint of where Cassie had been lying moments before. Sun streamed in through the window and Elle turned her face to it gratefully, smiling as the rays warmed her cheeks and the faint, floral scent of the perfume Cassie wore last night wafted up from the pillow. She breathed her in, filled her lungs. It swelled her heart. She felt dozy and warm as she allowed herself to be enfolded in the memories of the evening before. The night that had followed.
The brightness of the morning, coupled with the images and sounds that filled her mind, thrust her immediately into wakefulness. She could hear water. She turned away from the window and sat up to see Cassie in the shower, combing her fingers through her wet hair, soaping her skin with long, languorous strokes. God, she was beautiful, Elle thought, as lust exploded in the pit of her belly, sending shockwaves through her torso, down into her pelvis and over her hips. She slid into the pillow to avoid the sunshine… and to see Cassie more clearly.
Cassie had the most wonderfully smooth skin—Elle had always wondered about it, about how it would feel against her palms, beneath her tongue. After yesterday, she no longer needed to wonder—she knew. Cassie glowed when she moved through a room, revealing a snatch of brown flesh here and there, fabric billowing teasingly across her wrist, against her thigh, playing a teasing game of peek-a-boo with whoever was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her.
Elle thought of Cassie at the drinks party yesterday, throwing her head back in laughter, exposing her kissable throat, the evening sunbathing her in gold, a hint of shadow serving only to accentuate the curve of her loose breasts, the turn of her nipples. Elle had been transfixed seeing her lovely friend, one of her oldest friends, in such a different way. It was if this special party, taking place in such a breathtaking city, in a country so far removed from their everyday lives, was compelling her to look at things again. And again. And again… it was as if she were seeing Cassie for the very first time, and every part of Elle’s being had told her that she wanted her.
Cassie’s eyes twinkled at Elle through the glass of the shower. It was completely clear, and Elle could see every inch of Cassie’s body. She was running soapy hands over her chest now, her fingers lingering over her pert breasts. She smiled broadly at Elle watching her, then tossed her head back in pleasure, the tips of her fingers sliding over her slippery nipples. Elle’s tongue pushed against the back of her teeth, parting her lips as she watched the water snake down over Cassie’s tits and down the flat of her tummy. She recalled how Cassie had pulled the top of her jumpsuit down over her shoulders last night, her eyes never leaving Elle’s as she revealed her breasts to her for the first time.
Yes, they were best mates, and they had got changed in front of each other countless times—but this was the first time they had ever exposed their tits for each other to look at, to admire, to touch. To suck. Elle wished that her tongue was the water trickling sensuously down Cassie’s body, licking and flicking over those nipples. She knew how they felt when they got hard now. How they stretched against her tongue when she sucked them into her mouth. She had tried to hold back respectfully when Cassie got her tits out for her last night, but she had failed, all resolve draining away as a wave of desire flooded her body. She had practically fallen on them, hungrily sucking and lapping as if it might have been the only chance she would get to experience the sensation of her soft tit flesh getting firmer in her mouth.
And Cassie had moaned in delight as if Elle’s hungry tongue slapping against her nipples was the most natural thing in the world.
They had been friends all the way through sixth-form college, spending their time in the cafeteria slagging off tutors, bemoaning how much work they had to get through, clubbing till the early hours. Elle knew everything about Cassie—her worries, her hopes, her dreams, who she fancied, how she drank her tea (she’d made a fair few cups for her in her time). For her part, Cassie supported and cheered Elle in everything she did. She was always there for her, in joy and in heartbreak. They had walked so many paths together, self-proclaimed friends forever. Friendship and warmth just flowed naturally between them—they were so easy in each other’s company… it shouldn’t have surprised Elle that fucking each other would have been as joyful and wonderful as everything else had been.
Elle had been standing alone last night at the party, contentedly watching from the sidelines. She had been sipping a glass of champagne and enjoying the taste of the bubbles as they slipped down when Cassie’s eyes suddenly flashed to hers, so intense that Elle jolted a little. Captivated, she gazed at Cassie as she made her excuses to the group of people surrounding her—admiring her, Elle thought—and moved through the throng towards the quiet corner that Elle had found for herself. The shyer of the two friends, Elle had always thought of herself as an observer, not a doer, even when the strength of her feelings threatened to burst out of her.
“Hey, Sweetie,” Cassie purred in rich tones made even more sultry by the champagne. “Are you okay?”
Elle smiled warmly at her friend. Cassie had been working the room like a pro—vivacious, flirty, playing charming angel or devil’s advocate, delighting in the conversations she had taken part in during the last couple of hours since they had arrived. Elle could see how much Cassie had been enjoying herself because she had been unable to take her eyes off her all night, and she hadn’t even thought to wonder why.
“I’m grand,” Elle replied. “This is some party, isn’t it?”
Cassie’s eyes were sparkling as she grabbed her friend by the hand. “It sure is, and that’s why I’m not having you standing in the corner, Babes.” She tugged her away from the wall a little. “Let’s have some fun! Dance with me!”
Cassie pushed her way to the middle of the dance floor, Elle’s hand clasped firmly in hers. Thankfully Elle had had enough champers to allow the rhythm of the music to take hold, and her body started swaying and moving in time, eyes closed, her arms stretched above her head. She felt as if she were in a dream of some kind. Tonight, all she seemed able to focus on, all she could see, was Cassie. Something had changed…
And when she opened her eyes, a warm burst of desire exploded between her parted thighs. Cassie was dancing in front of her as she had done a million times before, but this evening her movements were slower, more deliberate as if she too was mesmerised. Every other time they had danced together they had been singing at the tops of their voices, synchronising their moves, laughing as they caught each other’s eyes, but this time—this time seemed to be different for Cassie too. She was dancing, true—but her deep brown eyes were fixed on Elle’s. Her body moved softly, languidly, responding differently to the moves that Elle was making. Elle was about to speak, but the breath caught in her throat as she watched Cassie’s gaze move over her body—down over her thrusting shoulders, which softly jiggled her breasts beneath her dress, down her legs and back up again to her pelvis, where the warmth from her pussy was now pulsing in delicious waves of pleasure. It was Cassie’s turn to watch Elle now, and Elle played up to the moment, gyrating, thrusting, her body undulating, her hair falling into her face. Was she reading Cassie right? Was that indeed lust that was forcing her to slow down, to drink her in? Was she feeling exactly as Elle was right now? Choked with desire and wet and hot?
She knew Cassie so well. Surely she couldn’t be wrong?
She wasn’t wrong. Cassie reached for her, placing a burning palm on her waist and balling the silk of her dress up as she pulled Elle to her. When their eyes met again, Cassie’s warm brown eyes were aflame.
“Elle, you look fucking gorgeous tonight,” Cassie murmured into her ear. Her breath on Elle’s neck sent shockwaves scissoring down to her pussy. Elle ran a hand over Cassie’s waist, sliding it down the silk of her jumpsuit to come to rest on her buttocks.
“So do you.” Elle sighed back. “I’ve never seen you look as hot before…”
And then it was out. She had never even considered it before, and it was if someone else was saying it, but it also felt like the most natural thing in the world at that moment.
“I want you. I want you so badly right now.” Elle’s voice was raspy with need.
Cassie’s face melted into a smile. “Why Danielle… are you telling me that you want to fuck me?” A twinkle of mischief sparkled in her eyes now as she slid out of Elle’s grip to roll her body seductively to the music.
The force of the emotions that Elle was used to keeping in check was overwhelming now—the pounding rhythm, the alcohol coursing through her veins, Cassie’s velvety voice, the sight of her hips moving so seductively were all combining to make Elle feel she was completely losing control. She needed release. She needed Cassie to give her the relief she craved before she went mad with longing.
“No, Cass,” Elle said urgently, pulling her so close to her that she could have kissed her lips if she’d been brave enough. “I’m telling you that I need to fuck you before I go crazy… and I want you to fuck me.”
Elle was glowing, wet with thinking about last night and watching Cassie’s hands smoothing soapy suds over her taut buttocks, lifting and parting them as she washed. Elle’s body tingled, watching Cassie slide the palm of her hand down and under to stroke her pussy clean with deft, gentle strokes. Yet again, she wished was in that shower with her… but watching her was almost too much for her as it was.
Cassie stepped out of the shower, towelling down her body and knotting the beautiful curls up in a fluffy white towel. She couldn’t stop herself from beaming with delight at Elle’s appreciative gaze and she reached for a bottle of moisturiser, squeezing a thick glob of cream into her hand and smearing it up and down the length of her legs, occasionally allowing her fingers to graze the surface of her mound, teasing the barest hint of hair that crowned her slit.
Cassie was tracing her tits with more moisturiser now, never taking her sparkling eyes from Elle. Elle’s pussy throbbed as she followed Cassie’s eyes, taking in her naked body. Cassie padded back to the bed and climbed above her.
“Morning,” Cassie said, velvety tones tinged with desire.
“Why, good morning to you,” Elle replied as sweetly innocent as possible, desperately excited to feel Cassie’s mouth on hers and praying for a repeat of what happened last night.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Cassie’s mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue snaked gently against Elle’s as they kissed slowly, savouring each other’s touch. Elle’s need swelled as their kisses deepened, and she allowed Cassie to spread her legs open with a mixture of delight and longing. The friends paused for a split second, each of them marvelling at the sight of Elle’s pussy, exposed for their mutual pleasure. Their eyes met in a smile, and then Cassie unfurled her tongue against Elle’s pulsing clit, lapping and sucking, smacking her lips at the way Elle tasted. Their moans entwined in the air above them as Cassie gorged on Elle, stretching her clit into her mouth and using her hands and wriggling tongue to make Elle’s pussy sodden with desire. When Cassie’s flashing eyes weren’t closed in bliss, they were watching Elle—the expressions that crossed her face as her body writhed.
Cassie wanted more. She guided Elle gently onto her hands and knees, her arse and slit parting wetly. Elle felt Cassie’s lithe body stretching against her, and she could taste herself on Cassie’s tongue as they kissed, Cassie’s hand rubbing quickly and tantalisingly over her trembling pussy. She gasped as Cassie’s fingers found her hole, pleasure slamming into her with every fast, urgent stroke. She was so hot now, she could feel her cunt drenching Cassie’s fingers, and then she was melting away into coming, her pussy clamping and milking every ounce of juicy sweetness from Cassie’s expert finger-fucking. She collapsed into the pillows, delirious, Cassie’s mouth tracing kisses from the base of her spine up to her neck. Elle was sure that Cassie would feel her pulse pounding against her moist lips, and her heart threatened to burst when Cassie spread her thighs on either side of Elle’s head. The smell of her moist pussy was too much for Elle, and she lapped at her best friend with gusto.
Cassie stroked her slick pussy against Elle’s outstretched tongue again and again, riding it as she wound her slender fingers through her long hair. Elle is thrilled to the feel of her head pressed between Cassie’s palms and the way Cassie’s pussy slipped across the flat of her willing tongue. Elle loved the taste of her—the muskiness that became sweeter and sweeter the longer Cassie slid her pussy against her. Her own nipples hardened, and her own pussy moistened again as Cassie melted into another juddering orgasm, gushing more of her juice into Elle’s greedy mouth. Cassie moaned breathlessly as she came, and Elle gulped her down in lascivious joy, revelling in the orgasmic heights that she was taking her. This was no one-night wonder, Elle thought excitedly to herself. She was beginning to lose count of the times they had had each other since last night, and the thought of it turned her on beyond measure.
The sun dazzled her as Cassie climbed away, shooting her a loving smile before crouching above her, her stiff nipples grazing Elle’s taut belly. This time it was Elle’s turn to melt into molten desire—Cassie’s tongue was dancing and playing in the wet folds of her pussy. Elle’s body was alive with need. Every dip and swirl of Cassie’s tongue was setting off fireworks deep in a part of her that she had ignored for far too long. And now that part of her was aflame, and the more Cassie sucked on her hardening clitoris, the hotter she burned.
Cassie’s pussy, sodden from tonguing, hovered mouth-wateringly above and Elle strained her head lustfully towards it, desperate to return the favour being bestowed on her own swollen cunt. With Cassie’s mouth still sucking on her clit, Elle kissed Cassie’s parted labia, inserting the tongue that had eagerly licked her friend to orgasm moments before deep inside her hot, sweet hole. Cassie moaned as Elle tongue-fucked her, and Elle couldn’t help herself mewling with pleasure as they ate each other hungrily. Elle’s longing for Cassie had overcome all shyness, and she tossed her onto her back so she could bury her adoring tongue deep in Cassie’s cunt.
Elle watched her lover come, her mouth still pressed against Cassie’s pulsating pussy. Delicious juice slipped out of her hole, flooding Elle’s throat with its exquisite taste. Elle wanted to keep her mouth pressed against Cassie forever, she looked so gorgeous as she came. Her hand had moved to her heaving chest, gripping her breast and nipple tightly—her mouth had parted to show her beautiful pink tongue sweeping across her teeth in another moan of release. Her hips bucked against Elle’s mouth, but Elle didn’t let go until Cassie was completely spent, soft and still. Elle felt suddenly flooded with love, and she stretched a hand over Cassie’s body to stroke her gently, to thank her for not rebuffing her… and for making the last 24 hours the most magical she had ever experienced.
She could feel Cassie’s body trembling against hers. She smiled, and Cassie took her hand, holding it to her burning skin, and smiled back. Wet, spent and sleepy, Elle climbed up to plant a kiss on Cassie’s mouth, who moaned in pleasure, kissing her back deeply. The morning sun streaked across their bodies, bathing them in an afterglow like no other.
Cassie stroked Elle’s hair tenderly. “Why Danielle,” she breathed against Elle’s neck, wrapping a lithe leg around her, “I have to admit I did not see that coming.”
Elle giggled, luxuriating in the warmth of Cassie’s body. The feeling of her soft breasts pressing against her set Elle’s pulse racing again.
“I have to say, neither did I,” Elle replied honestly. “It’s been amazing.”
They lay together for a moment more, breathing in time with each other, lost in reverie.
Then Elle sat up. “Are you hungry? We could order some room service.”
Cassie’s eyes glowed intensely again. “I’m really hungry,” she replied in a way that made Elle’s pussy surge with desire
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