Girls Night [F/F]

We’re laying together in her bed, like we always do on our girls night. Watching some movie but I don’t even remember what.
The only thing I’m aware of is how close our bodies are. Every time we do this, I swear we get closer to touching. Does she realize how much she drives me crazy? Is she doing this on purpose? Or does she cuddle in bed with all of her friends?

I wonder if she notices how my gaze lingers on her soft, full lips. The way her tank top shows off the swell of her breasts. How I can’t keep my eyes off her ass in those leggings. Especially after we finish off the bottle of wine.

So now we’re in bed, under the covers together, bodies only a couple inches apart. I still don’t even know if she likes women or not, I haven’t come out to her as bi yet, it just never comes up in conversation. But then I feel her leg press up against mine, and immediately my breathing picks up – I wonder if she notices. I press mine slightly against hers too, so she knows I don’t mind. We lay like that for a while, so close to spooning, I just wish I was the big spoon so I could see her face, try to read her expressions and see what she’s thinking. I’m glad the room is mostly dark, hopefully she can’t tell how much I’m blushing just from feeling her so close.

I start to feel a little braver, and scoot back just a fraction to start closing the distance between us, and try to keep myself composed when I feel her scoot forward slightly too, so close that I can feel her breasts against my back, my ass pressing against her.
“Is this okay?” Her breath tickles against my ear and I can feel goosebumps all over. Heat pooling in my lower belly. Barely able to form a coherent thought, but scared that if I don’t say anything then this wonderful little bubble we’re in might just burst.
“Yeah, this is fine” I whisper back, smiling.
Using all of my self control to not just turn around and face her, grab a handful of her hair and kiss her deeply. I’m enjoying the build-up, even if it is driving me a little crazy. And she must be enjoying it too, because her breathing has gotten faster too, her chest rising and falling against me.
Then I feel her hand barely graze against my leg, soft, unsure, then finally landing on my thigh. Still barely a word spoken between us, only the sound of the TV, our breathing, and I’m sure she must hear my heart pounding at this point.

At this point I’m really wishing I was the one behind her. I want to run my hands over her curves, see her pale skin blush, watch her breasts rise and fall as her breathing quickens. Then, almost as if she can read my mind, her hand starts traveling upward – up my thigh, lingering on my hip.
“Still okay?” She whispers, her lips against my ear.
“Mhmm” my grin widening as her lips move to my neck, sighing in pleasure and triumph – I’ve imagined this for so long, and now I’m curious how long she’s felt the same. I try to turn around, to face her, to kiss her, but the hand on my hip tightens, her voice slightly deeper, in charge “I’m not done yet. Besides, we have all night.” I let out a small moan, happily conceding to her demand. Her hand moves up, finger moving along the neckline of my shirt, teasing. Her hand cups one of my breasts, thumb moving over my already erect nipple (so glad I didn’t wear a bra tonight).
She keeps that up for a while, playing with my breasts, fingernails gliding over my hard nipples, the delicious friction illiciting more soft moans from my lips. Her lips planting kisses along my neck, up to my ear, nibbling occasionally. She brought her knee up between my legs, parting my thighs, as she kept playing with me. Her hands finally moved under my shirt,, and her hands were so soft moving over me. She helped me out of my shirt, then got on top of me, teasing, kissing,, licking, biting.. I swear she was going to make me come just from playing with my nipples.

Finally face-to-face, I couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous she really was. Dark hair falling in her face, I tucked a strand behind her ear and leaned forward, our mouths meeting for the first time, kissing deeply for what felt like hours. Tongues brushing against eachother. Taking our time, hands roaming, exploring. My hands moved over her hips, cupping her ass, exploring every curve. As my hands moved to her inner thighs, I could feel the heat of her arousal through her leggings.

I wanted more.

Still kissing, I rolled us over so that I could be on top, and this time she didn’t object. I helped her out of her tanktop and noticed she didn’t bother wearing a bra tonight either. Her double D breasts spilled out and I admired her hard, pink nipples before lowering myself onto her and taking one in my mouth. The sounds she made as I sucked and nibbled were like heaven.

My mouth traveled lower, kissing down her soft belly, hands inching the waistband of her leggings down slowly. Pausing, I looked up at her to make sure she was still comfortable, and she nodded, then lifted her hips so I could take her leggings off completely. The urge to rip off her cute lacy black panties with my teeth was unreal. She urged me to get onto my knees, then lowered my shorts off of me, exposing my red strappy thong.
Her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me back down on top of her. Our lips met again, kissing harder, deeper with need. Our legs parted so we each had a leg between the others thighs. Feeling the smooth skin of her legs against mine, the lacy fabric the only thing between us, I knew she had to feel how wet I was. Especially since I could feel her own dampness too.

Her fingers trailed over my skin, feather-light, and laughing when she saw how ticklish I was. The sensation put my nerves on high-alert, and every touch felt even more intense now. Especially when her finger moved under my thong and across my wetness. She teased me like that for a while, moving slowly, brushing against my clit, then moving back down, back and forth. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties, and mirrored her movements, feeling how wet she was too.
We laid there for a while, kissing and teasing, and when she finally slipped a finger inside me, I matched her movement and we both moaned against eachother.
I added a second finger, and she did the same.
I scooted down a little, pausing only long enough to pull her underwear all the way off. My fingers kept moving, my mouth inching closer and closer, kissing along her thighs, and when I finally ran my tongue along her slit, she let out the most wonderful moan. My tongue found her clit and her hips bucked from the pleasure. Putting my other arm across her hips, pinning her to the bed, I took my time fingering and tasting her sweetness.

Her moans and whimpers were starting to sound desperate, and when I saw her hands gripping the sheets, I slid a third finger in, pushing up against her gspot. She started grinding against me, and I could feel her walls clenching my fingers tight, her hips bucked, her moans getting even louder, until she nearly screamed as she climaxed.

We laid there together, and I held her, running my fingers through her hair and feeling her legs still trembling as she came down from her climax.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11rz62r/girls_night_ff