Oasis – “Just Kiss Me” [FF]

*Bit of a lengthy read for this sub! Thought I should maybe do a tldr so, well, tldr: two friends, Lily and Celeste, admit their feelings for each other. It leads into a hot, steamy scene that includes lesbianism (of course), seduction, cheating, kissing, fingering, oral, face riding, rimming, squirting, and overall a very good time on the campgrounds of the southwest with Lily’s boyfriend sleeping nearby! Even if your not a huge fan of a specific kink I would still encourage reading a bit of it!*

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“You almost ready?” a playfully impatient voice says over the phone.

“Mhm!” I say, loading one of the last few bags into our hatchback, “Damian! You ready?!” I call up to our apartment, hoping nobody else would mind.

I hear a faint “Yeah, I’m coming” back through the open window, so at least that’s settled.

I grumble, lifting the last, but certainly not lightest, bag into the trunk. You can never be too prepared; that’s something my parents taught me. I cast a worried glance up at our window as I close the doors. Damian had been turned down for an internship earlier that day. He’s always overly hard on himself about these things. Anyways, I just hope he can at least relax a little on our monthly camping trip.

“You still there?” Celeste asks, breaking my train of thought.

“Oh yeah, sorry, just worried about Damian,” I reply.

“Yeaaaaah… Oh! By the way, my ‘friend’ canceled, so it’s just gonna be me this time around!” She adds. A ‘friend’ to Celeste, or Cece as we call her, is just some girl she brings to have someone to fuck with on a Sunday night. Though I can’t complain, that’s the main attraction to Damian and me. We pick remote campsites that have been shared around our college as prime places for indulging sinful desires.

“What?! Couldn’t you have told me that earlier? That’s like… a whole bag worth less of stuff!” I say, climbing in and starting up the car.”

I didn’t know until a few hours ago!” she says like it’s a valid argument.

“EXACTLY! A FEW HOURS AGO!” I say, mostly playing but with a slight edge of honest frustration.

“Oh shush.”

I see the front doors to our building open, and Damian emerges with a six-pack in hand, “Alrighty, we’re on our way, be there in five.

“Final-” Cece begins to respond before I hang up as Damian gets to the car.

We pick her up, say our hellos, turn on some tunes, and begin driving out through the sagebrush. Unfortunately, we left just a tad bit later than we were planning to. We would have to stop short of our destination, but that’s fine. One benefit of being in the southwest is even if you don’t get all the way to your campsite, you’re sometimes still at a nice place to camp.

We were lucky, finding a nice secluded spot with decent views and on (hopefully) public property. We also managed to get our tents and fire pit set up before the light of day left us. Drinks, smores, a few joints, and a long conversation later, and time had blown by. Damian, who was the primary source and recipient of alcohol and weed, went ahead and called it a night. He headed off to our tent, leaving just Cece and me alone in the cold desert night. We are together under a blanket, lying down on a relatively big air mattress adjacent to the fire, looking up at the few twinkling stars visible through the unusually clouded sky. A slightly awkward silence falls between us as it sometimes does, unspoken conversations being had in our minds.

We lay there for a long time, just staring into the shimmering darkness above, listening to the crackling of the fire. Cece is silent for long stretches, and I’d just consider her asleep before a notification or the desire for another beer or bite of food stirs her. We are in the middle of one of those stretches now, the night dragged on and time seemingly passing slower and slower, even I was having trouble staying awake. But, of course, I feel her begin to shift. She gets up and puts a log or few onto the fire. I’m pretending to be asleep, thinking, hoping even, that she would head on to bed so I could. I listen as her footsteps grow fainter, then can faintly make out the sound of her relieving herself.

After a minute or so (what, we had a lot to drink), I hear her return. I listen as she stops again, and, after a minute, the drone of our white noise machine stirs the night. We bring it if either couple (or solo) wants privacy for… specific reasons mentioned above. Needless to say, the action doesn’t leave me feeling the most comfortable, the familiar feeling of anxiety stirring my body. I hear her walk back to our makeshift bed, slipping under the covers and making her way to me, close to me – too close to me.

Her leg brushes against mine, sending a tingling sensation throughout my body; I can’t help but shiver. It’s a sensation that I want to dislike, but… well… my hormones think otherwise.

“Hey,” she whispers, “I know your awake, I… I want to talk.”

I think about saying nothing but a reluctant “Yeah, what’s up?” escapes my lips. Rolling onto my side to look at her, I can barely make out her silhouette, the fire licking her face giving me glimpses of her features. She looks inhumanly perfect, like the shadow of an angel. I can feel my heart skip a beat as she meets my gaze.

“I don’t want things to be awkward anymore… between us,” She says softly.

“What? They’re not,” I lie. I… don’t dislike Cece, not at all… but I don’t want to like the way she looks at me from across the room. I don’t want to admit the way stollen glances of her form in the gym make my heart flutter and my face blush. I don’t want to admit, to myself or anyone, that I have had unfaithful thoughts. That I have listened to Cece’s erotic stories of other women with jealously and curiosity. It’s just… not true, faux feelings. I’m straight.

“No, no, they are… l-look, do you… remember the first time we met? At that party, at fuckin who’s? Mike’s?” She asks with a playful tone trying to hide the awkwardness and seriousness between us.

“Mhm, I remember,” I slip in.

“And… and you were wearing that… that cute little outfit… the red one that hugs you in all the right places… and I just… couldn’t help but walk over to you…” She looks away, the heat of the fire threatening to move to my cheeks.

“Celeste, y-you don’t have to…” I murmur, my heart racing.

“No, no, I do…” she says softly. A tense silence fell once again between us; I can tell she is searching for the right words to say. “When you laughed, my god you… you laughed at a joke I made, and it was such a warm, pure, innocently beautiful noise, and I just… I wanted you to be happy and I wanted to be around you,”

“T-thanks,” I try to say, but it gets caught in my throat, so all that I do is give an awkward squeak. My cheeks burn, my heart rate beating faster than it has in forever, threatening to turn the world upside down.

“As I’ve gotten to know you, I just… I just want you to be happy but, I… I can’t do this any longer… look… I can’t… fuck with girl after girl trying to distract myself, unless… unless I know…” she trails off, taking my hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

“Celeste…” I whisper, trying somehow to keep the inevitable from happening.

“I’ve… always had a… a crush on you, you know?” she whispers, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as it’s finally put into words. “At first, at first it was just sexual. I mean, god damn you’re really quite a fucking catch,” she laughs, shaking her head, “but then… but it’s grown, Lily. It’s grown and god damn it I like you. I like you a lot, I like you more than I have liked anybody before…”

“O-Oh god, Cece… you… y-you don’t mean that…” I say, looking away, my cheeks now ablaze, my heart pounding in my chest, sweat on my palms in the cool night.

“You and I both know that’s not true, I… I know I have feelings for you, strong feelings, I just… I just need… to know… to know for sure… if you have – if theres any chance they are… or.. could become mutual,”

“I’m… I’m just not into girls Celeste…” I manage to say, feeling terrible, scared that I am breaking her heart, thinking she will buy my lie. “I – y-your a great, great, incredible, wonderful friend… but… I’m just… not, I’m sorry, I-I-I’m… I’m… I’m straight…” I say quietly, though the electrifying tingling between my legs and the fuzziness in my mind may give a different answer. Another silence falls between us. I could feel her searching for a way forward, for a key to me. Does she know? No, she couldn’t… could she? Can she tell I’m lying? Can she tell me how badly I want her to swoon me, touch me, want me, expose the lies I’ve been telling myself? No… well… maybe. I wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear my heart beating.

She reaches out, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind my ear with her long, soft fingers. My heart skips a beat, maybe two, maybe three, I can’t tell. Her touch feels like fire, igniting every nerve in my body. I don’t know what to do; I feel like my cheeks could light a candle from a mile away. I’m honestly scared that my heart is going to crack my ribs. The action was so smooth and romantic I was ready for stage lights to turn on and for a director to call cut. I put my hand on top of hers, my mind trying to pull it off my cheek, trying to resist, trying to stay faithful to Damian, but my body, my body is helpless. It won’t do it. I look up at her, catching a glimpse of her eyes—their so beautiful, so so so beautiful. I only see them for a split second, but that’s all I need. There’s a glimmer in them. A glimmer telling me she knows. A glimmer telling me she can see through my lies. My sex pulses, the cold fire of lust shooting up my body. “I-I’m straight..” I squeak, weaker this time.

“I know,” she says softly, reassuring me like a mother comforting a child in denial, like someone who knows the truth. She moves closer, not close enough, but closer. I catch just the faintest whiff of mint off her breath as she runs her thumb across my bottom lip. I realize only now my lips have been parted; only now admitting to myself how much I want her to kiss me, no, how much I want to kiss her. The realization kicks my body into overdrive, the immense drowsiness nowhere to be found, my heart jumping out of my throat into the crackling fire. It’s the point of no return. I catch a glimpse of her lips curled into a beautifully sly smile.”

I’m straight, Celeste,” I whisper, helpless under her spell

.”Mhm, yes Lily, you are,” she says, a satisfied undertone in her voice.

“I’m straight…” – softer.

She moves closer, her face comes closer, her eyes come closer, her lips, her beautiful lush angelic lips, come closer.

“I’m s-straight…” softer.

Closer.

I-I’m straight” softer.

Closer.

“I-I-I’m str-”

Our lips meet ever so delicately, fitting together like a match made in heaven. Oh god, the softness, the slightly sweet taste of her saliva, her hand caressing my cheek, it’s overwhelming. I close my eyes, savoring every millisecond, every sensation as the world stills around us. Her leg moves over my body, soon followed by the rest of her. She sits over me, our long, tender embrace finally broken as she pulls away. A triumphant smile on her face illuminated by the flames of lust making her look like a devil who just got another girl to sign her book.

“Straight?” she asks with a giggle.

The fear and resistance and uncomfortable awkwardness that had kept us apart vanishes. In their place, two new emotions arise. Two emotions so true and pure that admitting them makes me want to squeal with joy. Two emotions so strong I knew I had lost the war – hell, they make me forget there’s even a war to be lost; love and lust.

“Just kiss me,” I whisper, so barely audible even I don’t know if I had said it.

“What?” she giggles,”

Just kiss me.” I say, unable to help to giggle myself.

That’s all the encouragement she needed.

She presses her lips roughly against mine, my arms wrapping around her, embracing her, pulling her into me. It’s so fulfilling, something I hadn’t realized I wanted to do for so long. Soon our tongues are dancing between our locked lips, her hands moving from my waist up to my breasts, cupping them, groping them. My fingers press into her back, moaning into her mouth as she rubs my stiff nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. Every thought leaves except one – I want her. I want everything about her. I want her touch, her voice, her body. I can’t help myself.

I cup her cheek with one hand, her flawless skin as soft as the air around us. Her hands roam back down my midriff, pulling my oversized shirt up until she can slide her hands beneath it. I whimper, shivering as her cold hands touch my skin. It feels so fucking incredible. Her long fingers find my tits again, massaging them with a whole new level of intimacy that makes my head spin. I bring my legs up, allowing myself to melt beneath her touch as she circles my nipples. I moan, loud, louder than I’ve naturally moaned in a while from just my nipples being played with. Though, that is probably in part that she is emotionally freeing me from a truth I’ve suppressed for so long. She breaks our rhythmic kissing, pulling away and looking me in the eyes, a bead of saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

“You’re so adorable!” she giggles, wiping my chin dry with her thumb before tenderly brushing the saliva against my lower lip.

“D-don’t stop,” I whine, my body begging for her, for her lips, for her touch.

She gives me one last smile in the darkness before her face disappears, gently kissing my neck as she fully exposes my breasts to the night.

“Ooooh fuuuck,” I moan, squirming as she gives a light nibble reminding me to keep quiet, sending a sharp wave of pain throughout my body. I don’t mind, though she knows that.

She holds onto my breasts firmly as her kisses get closer and closer to my chest, her body shifting backward to keep up with her intentions. I can hardly wait, shivering in anticipation of her lips. She starts slowing down as she gets to softer areas, her mouth slowly making its way down the side of my left breast.

“Fuck…” I murmur as she flicks her tongue across my nipple. My head rolls back with a moan, my back arching as a wave of pleasure washes over my lust drunken body.

She grabs my left wrist, pinning my arm against the bed as she sucks hard at my nipple. I pull her closer with the other hand still firmly grasping the back of her head, moaning at her work. I wrap my legs around her, pulling her body into me. She giggles as my back descends, my head spinning. I look down over my chest, meeting her eyes as she kisses her way to my right tit, her hand releasing me to attend to the recently licked nipple. I can’t stand the way she looks at me, so triumphant, so powerful. She giggles, giving my nipple another little bite; I can’t help but squeak as she does. I guess I can’t do much but be helpless beneath a goddess.

I gasp for air as she pleases my body with the experience of a vixen. She licks and sucks and nibbles me in ways I hadn’t ever dreamed of. Everything fades away except for Cece and me. It’s everything I dreamed it would be and more. I release my legs, allowing her to move her knee forward between my thighs up against my feminity. She begins applying more pressure mixing a throbbing pain into the pleasure.

“Fuck,” I say, shuddering, my head dropping again.

“Your so bad,” she growls playfully, her voice laced with naughty intentions of doing indescribable things to me. She softly traces the gentle curves of my abdomen with her fingers, letting them rise and fall with my heavy breaths.

I don’t know how to respond, but she doesn’t seem to be expecting one, so I bite my tongue. Her body shifts further away again, her hands now toying with the waistline of my leggings.”Fuck…” I whine. I shouldn’t be doing this; I shouldn’t. But I need her now. So I resign, letting her begin to pull them away from my hips slowly. She purrs, teasing me. “Cece,” I murmur annoyingly.

She laughs, finally pulling them down for real, her nails digging against my skin.She purrs as she begins to pull them away, sending a new wave of lustful anticipation throughout my body, moaning as her nails dig against my skin. She pulls away to get a better view as she slips my leggings off around my feet, caressing the inside of my thighs. I squirm beneath her gaze, looking at her helplessly as she studies my almost naked body in the dark silence.

“Your even more beautiful like this,” she finally purrs, sending chills up my spine and a somehow even hotter heat to my cheeks.

“T-Thanks,” I squeal, letting out a softer moan and shivering as she moves her fingertips ever so lightly further up my inner thighs. She curls them around the thin waist of my panties, cooing as she begins to peel them away. I only now realize how wet I am, how strands of my nectar are holding onto my panties as she exposes my sex.

“My god you’re wet,” she growls, sliding my panties off and climbing back on top of me.

“Mmmhm,” I manage to whimper as she places a finger in my mouth, carefully pushing it more open.

“Here, this ought to keep you quiet…” she says, sliding my panties into my mouth. I can taste in abundance my sweet saltiness through the fabric as they fill me. I gently purr with approval as she kisses my cheek. She looks into my helpless eyes like a predator who has found prey on the brink of death. A look that makes my pussy throb and my breathes quicken.

She slides down my body, returning to between my legs. Her hands wrap around my upper things, pushing my legs apart as she moves closer to my core. I can’t stop myself from quivering as I feel her warm breath against my dripping wet feminity.

I moan loudly, my hands gripping my breasts hard as I try to find some way to express the joy and pleasure I feel as she presses her tongue against my clit. A fiery pleasure overcomes my body as I shudder, my eyes watering, an orgasm already on the brink of throwing my body into chaos.

“FUCK!” I yell through my gag as she begins to lick at my pussy with the expertise of a goddess. The sounds of her tongue lapping up my nectar somehow cuts through the night like a knife headed straight for my heart. She immediately finds every sensitive area in my sex, pressing and rubbing and swirling and teasing refined through years of practice. She can tell I’m close from all of her previous actions, slowing down and pulling away from my needy pussy.

“Your just so… so… so bad,” she growls, her warm breath on my clit. I don’t get a chance to respond. She quickly releases one of her hands to my thighs to stroke the opening of my core. I whine loudly into the night as she lowers her tongue above my clit, teasing the area around it as she slips a finger inside of me. After a few seconds of unbearable eternity, she finally returns to my clit. The sensation is so intense in so immediate it nearly startles me to death.

“I’M GONNA CUM!!!” I instantly try to warn as she pushes a second finger knuckle deep inside me. She works me like a fiddle until I can’t help anymore but give in to the feeling, my everything being thrown into the abyss.

My orgasmic cries fade as I lose my voice, my eyes rolling back into my head, my back arching high into the air. Every muscle of my body is tense; I grip the air mattress so hard I’m afraid it’s going to tear. Wave after wave of pleasure keeps my pussy spasming around her fingers and my toes curling into themselves. She doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to work my clit at full speed, making me feel so good it almost hurts. It’s an abnormally long orgasm for me, a product of finally admitting the months I’ve been crushing on her.

I crash hard, my body falling, squirming and floundering like a fish out of the water as my body does a 180, relaxing, no, melting into sheets beneath me. I pant hard as I regain vision, slowly regaining control. Celeste slows, pressing her palm against my vulva. She tickles the inside of my thighs with the tip of her tongue.

I slip my panties out of my mouth, my chin coated in saliva, “Jeeesus fuck Cece,” I whimper, still panting hard. Celeste peeks up from my crotch, now retired from her services. It’s an absolutely adorable sight that makes me fall somehow even harder for her.

“Hot damn girl, I wish you could see how wet you are,” she laughs, continuing to softly stroke my aching pussy

“I wish I could too,” I joke, smiling wide. I know Cece probably can’t see me in the dark (it turns out if you don’t keep a fire going, it goes out) but, I feel like I’m glowing; like I could jump up to the sky and become one of the stars with Celeste by my side.

“Mmm,” she coos, climbing on top of me again, “still straight?” She asks, giggling.

“Oh hush,” I say, giggling myself before her nectar-coated lips meet mine. Neither of us wants to break away from the embrace, kissing just like we did when the night, well morning, was young. Like two lovers sharing the last night on earth together. With a tender passion that would make the most experienced of kissers and lovers sick with envy.

She groans, reluctantly peeling herself away, “I’ve got a question, “Shoot,” I say, worried that it will have to do with my relationship – or relationships – something I definitely don’t want to think about right now. But the question is much, much, much more up my alley.

“Would you… like… to… return… the favor,” she coos between soft kisses, gradually getting giddier until neither of us can help but laugh.

“I’d love to,” I say, beginning to get up.

“No no,” she purrs gently, pushing me back down with a smile, “You just stay there,”My lips curl into a wild grin, new excitement and anticipation flooding my body as she stands up, eager to repay the incredible favor.

“Yes ma’am,” I respond, laughing.

“Oh lord kitten, you know that gets me going,” she laughs, kitten getting me going in my own right.

I watch as she slips off her top, her two beautiful large breasts being silently released into the wilderness. I can just make out the outline of her nipples in the faint starlight we have for a fleeting moment. I so, so, so fucking want to see her body in the light. To study her every curve, to learn every sensitive area on her body. Maybe if the moon was anything more than new. But, for now, I am only blessed with her outline as she unzips her jeans, both of us laughing as she wiggles her ass in a faux stripper fashion, slipping out of her shorts and panties. She leaves them both in a pile with mine. She moves up to my head, standing so tall above me it looks like she’s spilling out from heaven.

“Open wide!” she laughs, turning her back toward me and slowly squatting down.

I gasp; my god is her pussy, so neatly tucked between her thighs, the most glorious sight. I would be jealous, but I am too full of joy. Heaven was headed toward earth as she got closer, closer to my lips for the second time of the night. But I wasn’t waiting this time.

With my hands exploring the smooth curves of her waist, I lift my head up, tenderly kissing around her clit; even her skin down here is as soft as her face. I flick my tongue across her hood, giving her just a taste of what’s to come.

“Oh fuck,” she whines, not expecting me to be on the attack, her legs trembling before she regains balance, taking a comfortable seat on my face.

I giggle, continuing to tease her as my arms move under her legs and my hands grab her inner thighs. Ever so carefully, I pull her legs apart, her pussy seal breaking in that perfectly satisfying that you see online. The indescribably gorgeous, sexy action makes my head spin. Her pussy reveals itself to me in its entirety. Even in the darkness, I can make out the glorious, subtle folds of her small labia. She’s wet, hopefully as wet I was, a bead of her grool threatening to fall onto my tongue.

I gently kiss down her inner thigh, my tongue tracing her labia, tasting the saltiness of her nectar faintly on her skin. She whimpers in anticipation. It’s so hard to resist letting my tongue slip inside her pussy, its scent of a lavender product so incredibly enticing. But I push myself onward, making my way to her perineum. I let my hands explore her, my fingers retracing my tongue’s path. I’m forced to let my fingertips be my eyes as they dance around all her subtle curves. I find my way to her little clit, circling it, teasing it once again. My fingertips carefully swirl around it, avoiding direct contact. I hear Cece gasp, her body tensing, waiting to be drowned in pleasure with each circle I make. But as much as I want to treat her the way she treated me, I hold fast, revering in all the adorable sounds she’s making above me.

“Fuck Lily,” she whines, “just kiss me.”

Neither of us can help resist giggling at that callback, and just like Celeste, it’s all the encouragement I needed.

My finger finally makes contact with the warm wetness of her clit. I can feel her body shift, overcome with a wave of pleasure as I begin applying pressure. A beautiful moan escapes her lips. Encouraged, I start slowly moving in a circle against her clit, just as she had done with me. She gives me a moan of approval, squealing as I strengthen my hold on her thigh, my fingers just digging into her soft skin to hold her in place. A devilish smile creeps onto my face.

Let’s try something new.

Cece gives a surprised yelp as I press my tongue against her backdoor, giving it a slow lick. “F-fuck Lily…” she calls down; I give her clit a gentle pinch to remind her to stay quiet, a yelp escaping her lips. I continue my work diligently, my finger moving faster and harder against her clit, occasionally stroking the length of her delicate pussy. My tongue traces circles around her smooth asshole, tensing as she fights to keep it relaxed.”H-holy f-f-fucking hell,” she moans as I switch it up with some tender, more careful strokes and licks.

I moan right along with her, not that she can hear it. One of her hands leaves the ground; she’s either covering her mouth or groping her tits; I can’t tell, but it’s time to kick things up a notch. I release her thigh, moving my hand over to stroke the opening to her flower, and my god, she’s wet. I smile, her grool coating my fingers as I slip one roughly inside of her damp tightness. She quivers above me, slowly grinding against my mouth, a muffled cry of pleasure escaping into the air. I begin to slip my finger further inside, delicately fucking her. There’s so much sweet nectar coating her sex that even if we had lube, it would be unnecessary. I slide another finger inside, pushing deeper and deeper into her core, pressing against her g-spot. She moans loudly, like a wolf howling into the night. Half expected a chorus of moaning girls to join in, I grin, rubbing her harder, faster, stronger.

“Oh fuck!” She yells, ‘accidentally’ losing her balance and falling back on top of me. I grunt as pain shocks my body, wind escaping me as she near crushes me, most certainly leaving soon-to-be bruising, but I have a job to do. “O-oh my god, I-I’m s-sorry,” she calls up to me, but I don’t slow down.

I don’t even give her time to move, quickly wrapping my legs around her waist like a boa, pulling her into me, eager to push her over the edge. Her head rolls back, her hands gripping her tits, her moans growing louder as I press harder against her seemingly most sensitive spots.

“FUCK!” she yells, her body already quivering as my tongue slides inside the warmth of her ass. It tastes weirdly sweet, warm, and weirdly sweet. But nothing will stop me now, even if it tasted like… well… like shit.

My muscles ache, but with one final boost of energy, I find the power to keep my tempo. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” she screams, her body shaking, her back rising, fighting hard against my legs, but I keep her in place.

She begins to squirt as she hits her climax, showering my face in her cum as her muscles spasm with orgasmic pleasure. Her shrill calls of pure bliss would call for an exorcism in any other circumstance. But I’m no priest, and to me, they sound like a chorus of angels. Praying to god that Damian doesn’t wake up, I keep pushing her higher and higher.

With one final angelic whimper, she falls silent as she makes it over her peak and begins to hurtle back towards earth. I slip my tongue and fingers out of her. I grab her thigh hard again, digging my nails into her skin with one hand. I press my palm against her feminity with the other in imitating her earlier treatment of me. I moan, pushing the width of my tongue against her ass as she begins to relax. I can tell I’ve managed to spin her world around as much as she did for me; it brings a smile to my nectar-drenched face.

“Hoooooly FUCK Lily,” she groans, laying on top of me breathless, trying to find the word’s to describe what she just felt. But I know the feeling; I felt it earlier. “Wherein the hell did you learn to do that?” she pants, still out of breath.

“I took a class earlier tonight,” I say, laughing, slowly releasing her from my firm hold.

We lay there, both entranced by the love we made. I hear her heavy breaths becoming more shallow. I take a deep breath, smelling the strong scent of her sex. It’s a scent I don’t want ever to forget, one that will keep me up many nights with a hand between my legs.

“Did I squirt on you?” she asks quietly after a while with what I would even dare call embarrassment. She begins to get up, turning around and moving cautiously closer to me.

“Mhm, you sure did, Cece,” I answer as she climbs into view, her eyes meeting mine, a rosy blush in her cheeks.

“Oh god, oh god look at you! I’m so, so, so sorry Lily, I-I-I guess I just got carried away and I-I-” she says, trying to wipe me clean.

“Hey, hey, hey, no need to apolgize, your were perfect,” I say, trying to calm her down, her body finally resting. We stare silently into each other’s eyes; she’s shining with a post-orgasmic radiance that I can only describe as divine. I’m dumbfounded, childlike innocence gleaming through her post-orgasmic glow. I fall for her again, my mind feeling helplessly attracted to her. If I had any energy left, I would have gone for another round, the fire behind my cheeks relight with a lust for my best friend. Finally, the word’s I’m searching for come to me, “just kiss me.”

We laugh, embracing each other as we had done countless times throughout the night. Our nectar-covered mouths locking, our tongues saying one last goodbye as I gently pull away. I realize that I can actually see her. I can see her short dusty red hair, the blood from where she bit down on her lip in an attempt to quiet herself, the perfectly smooth skin, the brownness of her eyes. She must realize, too, because the color drains from her face and a wave of fear and urgency takes control of us. It’s morning.

We scramble to clean up after ourselves, haphazardly pulling panties up and throwing shirts on. We bunch up blankets soaked through with the byproducts of our lovemaking. I grab a paper towel, wiping my face clean, searching for a few chairs. I set them up towards the sun, just as it’s starting to peek over the horizon. Quickly we take our seats, finally able to silently revel in the night’s events, neither of us taking our eyes off each other.

“We’re like lovestruck teenagers,” Celeste comments, sending both of us into a giddy fit of laughter.

Once everything is all said and done, we can finally take some time to relax, talking jokingly about the weather. Both of us are still replaying the night in our minds. As we await Damian’s awakening, we never break eye contact; coy smiles and giggling fits fill the time. We don’t have to wait very long; only a short time later and I hear the sound of our tent unzipping.

“What, you girl’s up all night?” He asks groggily, making his way toward us.

“Mhm!” Celeste chimes, “All night long!”

“The hell were y’all up to?” He asks.

“Oh, you know, girl stuff,” I say, trying so incredibly hard not to blush. I get up, greeting him with a light kiss, hoping that there weren’t any faint scents on my breath – or on me for that matter.

“Alright, sure… well, since we’re all up, y’all want to go ahead and hit the road? I’ve got to make it back before lunch,” he asks, lazily searching around for some food.

“Yeah, sure!” I say, handing one of our used blankets to Cece.

I was quiet most of the way back, thoughts running through my mind at a million miles per hour. ‘Did that really happen?’ ‘What do I do?’ ‘I want to do it again.’ ‘I can’t do it again.’ ‘But I want to.’ ‘No, I’m straight.’ ‘Don’t kid yourself, you fucked the hell out of eachother, your as straight as an al-dente noodle.’ Celeste fell asleep in the backseat wrapped up in one of the blankets we had made love on, stains faintly visible.

One phrase keeps coming back and back to my mind. ‘Just kiss me.’ ‘That’s right, I want it, I like it, just do it,’ I tell myself as the exhaustion from a night of heavy exertion catches up to me. My eyelids grow heavier and heavier, my mind unable to break itself from the night’s events, reliving every moment. My face grows flush, and I can’t help but squirm in my seat. ‘Just kiss me,’ I hear as I drift off into sleep, a satisfied, lovestruck smile on my face, ‘just kiss me.’

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*Thanks for reading!! First story I’ve felt confident to share on a hopefully more permanent account! Any and all feedback is welcome!*

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ns8q7c/oasis_just_kiss_me_ff