This is about two friends that I’m only tangentially involved with. In this chapter anyway ;)
My friend is a bisexual woman in her late 20s, mixed race and slim with long flowing hair and the naughtiest laugh – let’s call her Lily. She had a threesome a few years ago with another friend, a bisexual white woman in her late 20s who’s incredibly toned and has a few piercings and subtly coloured hair; a cute pastel pink when this all took place – let’s call her Kate. I’d also like to say that they are both ‘amateur models’ in the sense that, like most of our friends, they’re the girls that will be asked to do a photoshoot for friends-of-friends’ startup ideas or be extras in acquaintance’s short films. They’re fucking hot, by anyone’s standards.
The man they had the threesome with isn’t important here because he wasn’t important at the time, though worth noting he’s in a band that have had a couple of top 20 hits. But he was a prop; they used him as an excuse to get to each other, and it sounds like he got more of a show than a fully participatory fuckfest. (I can think of worse places to be front row.) I’ve always felt the tension between them when we’re out together; seen the lingering hands on thighs, lips on cheeks, eye contact sucking the lemon after too many shots of tequila.
When it was still possible to do so, we all went on a holiday together, to Ibiza. We stayed in one of those epic cliffside villas because it was just off-season, and one of the girls worked for the travel company. We all had our own rooms with our own beds. That’ll be important later. This story takes place on one of our standard nights out. You know the drill; by the beach all day getting sticky in the sun. Home to shower it all off and back out in time for sunset in short skirts and makeup. We were at a beach bar and making the most of happy hour (potent-as-fuck frozen margaritas!) when someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. But as we were at dinner, the emphasis was on truth. We started with your standard questions… anal, affairs, public fucks.
But when it came round to Lily’s turn, Kate forced her question to the front. “What’s the best oral sex you’ve ever received. Be specific.” Lily’s mouth dropped open and her face flushed, like she was going back in her mind to a feeling. I think I was the only person who knew about them at this point, so I could read the subtext and tried to change the subject by babbling on about my own best oral orgasms. The game faded out as the food came and the music got louder.
I overheard them talking by the bar later – more arguing really. And Lily was drunkenly telling Kate that she can’t just do this to her, that it’s not fair. That she’s not sure she’ll ever cum as hard as Kate made her and that she thinks about it all the time, every time she cums. (I should mention that Lily had a boyfriend by this point.) But Kate’s answer… Wow. “You know you could have it again, any time. Every time you watch me take a sip of my drink, I want you to think of what this tongue can do.” And then she drank an entire long cocktail very, very slowly, and sucked whatever fruit was pushed in the top completely dry. I mean fuck. I was wet just watching, and I didn’t even know what that tongue could do.
Lily was pretty flustered by all of this and made an excuse to go home early, and lo and behold, Kate went with her. The others were happy to stay out and I was so turned on from listening to their exchange I considered going with them. But I decided that maybe they needed to work this out just the two of them first. So I stayed and danced and met a guy that I’d go on to have anal sex with. More on that another time.
A couple of hours later, a few more of us walked back. And I was surprised to find Lily already asleep in her room, and Kate awake in our room. What I was less surprised to see was her sitting by the washing machine, her bed completely stripped. She told me, as we shared a bottle of some fruity low-alcohol content spirit that you can only find in beach resorts, that, despite really wanting to, she and Lily had decided to go to bed separately. But she had told Lily in no uncertain terms that she was going to go into her bed and make herself orgasm while thinking about her. Lily had agreed that she would probably do the same. And then they realised that their rooms were adjacent, so they were literally banging their headboards against the same wall. And they got so into this masturbation session that Kate had lost control when she came and squirted all over her bed. And I mean drenched.
Lily heard Kate’s confusion from her room – she’s not usually a squirter, or she wasn’t then but that’s another story – and came in to check everything was okay. But she hadn’t cum yet, so her pyjama bottoms (tiny checkered shorts which we all teased her for being too porny) had been quickly pulled up. When she arrived and saw what Kate had done, apparently she let out a moan that was halfway between resignation and arousal, and pulled down her shorts, her pussy naked and sticky underneath, and let Kate drop to her knees in front of her and use her apparently magical tongue to make her cum just once. Of course then she felt guilty, so she helped Kate strip her soaking wet bed, before retreating to her own without inviting her.
I told Kate that she could sleep in my bed, not telling her that the real reason I wanted her to give me some of this minblowing tongue magic that has Lily so desperately whipped. She told me that she’d think about it, and I slid between my own sheets and started to touch myself thinking about what they’d just done. I thought about how, if Kate came in, I wouldn’t hide what I was doing and I’d see where it led. I imagined her hand moving up my thigh and feeling how wet I was and slipping a finger inside me, and then gradually moving down lower and lower until her mouth replaced my own fingers on my clit. But then the last of the girls arrived back and I heard Kate lie about having spilled the spirit we’d drunk together over her bed, and heard the girls direct Kate to the laundry cupboard with fresh sheets. So she didn’t come into my room and so I came alone imagining what about her tongue made Lily so crazy.
You’ll be pleased to know that eventually, a full year later, I found out. So check back in if you want to hear that story another time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lhl1iy/two_friends_holiday_teasing_gets_really_wet_ff
I loved this!
Very hot