Jennie
Lalisa Manoban and I were inseparable. The second we met in freshman year, the two of us instantly tly clicked. Sure, we had zero things in common; I was at the top of my class and practically lived at the library. Meanwhile, Lisa couldn't even point out the library on a map of the school and was at the bottom of every single class, even the ones she repeated. It didn't matter, though, because we found each other to be a long-needed comfort in each others' lives.
The sound of various crickets and birds outside filled the comfortable silence in Lisa's room as we got ready to go to sleep. It's normal for us to share the same bed given how close we are, and tonight was no different. I slipped into an oversized t-shirt I found on Lisa's floor, and Lisa's back was turned to me to give me some privacy. I turned back around and made my way to her bed, crawling under the covers. She followed me and got into bed on the other side of me before turning the light on her nightstand off.
"Sleep tight, Jennie," she said sleepily.
"Night, Lis," I replied, turning my back to her.
I gave up on trying to go to bed after about 30 minutes. I had been tossing and turning to try and find a comfortable position, but the covers were just too hot for me to actually fall asleep. I finally laid on my back and stared at the dark ceiling, wondering how I was going to fix my insomnia. I wracked my brain for ideas on how to make myself tired, and one finally came to mind.
Absolutely not.
Even though it worked like a charm, I was not about to masturbate next to my best friend.
My incredibly attractive best friend.
I wasn't going to lie, I had given it some thought. The idea of hooking up with Lisa had played in my mind more often than I would've like to admit. I never vocalized my fantasies; it would cause too much awkward tension. But I couldn't deny the fact that Lisa was objectively hot. Sometimes I would see girls come to her shows at The Cliff and watch them drool over the guitarist, but it was rare that Lisa would even pay attention to them. Her eyes always found me, and it gave me a boost of confidence knowing that I meant more to her than some groupies. However, I found myself longing for her to see me in a different light than just her best friend.
Thinking about her playing the guitar, her fingers moving fast up and down the neck of the instrument had my hand involuntarily moving down to my underwear. This is so wrong, I thought to myself. But the more vivid the memories became, the less I could stop myself. I slowly moved my panties to the side and let my fingers run through my folds. I stopped at my clit and began to rub slow circles around it. I closed my eyes as I let myself be engulfed in the feeling, images of my best friend flashing in my mind. I thought about her long, straight hair and how good it would feel to pull on it while her head was in between my thighs. Her stupid smirk that would appear on her face whenever she saw me in the school hallways. Her little touches here and there.
I couldn't even feel my squirming around, and I definitely didn't feel the girl next to me slowly wake up. I was too lost in my own fantasy, eyes still closed and fingers still moving.
"Sweetheart," I heard her voice and froze. I refused to move, even when she flipped her body to face mine. "Whatcha doin down there?"
"Just trying to get comfortable," I squeaked, completely embarrassed but still hoping she was unaware of what I was doing.
"So you thought your hand down your pants was the best way to do that?" I mentally facepalmed.
"I thought you were asleep," I said, still refusing to make eye contact. She laughed to herself and moved closer to me, causing me to tense up.
"Does that make it any better?" she asked, and I could hear the smirk on her face. I stayed silent, but she kept going. "Since you opened up the topic, care to tell me who you were thinking about?"
"No one," I said quickly, but Lisa was buying nothing that I was trying so desperately to sell.
"I'll ask again," she said. "Who made you touch yourself only a foot away from me?"
"No one," I repeated. She sighed before continuing.
"Really," she dragged out. "Well whoever it was clearly wasn't doing the job." I finally turned my head to look at her in the dark.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"You were being so quiet. If it was actually working, you'd be a little louder. That or you're not doing it right," she said.
"I think I know how to masturbate, Manoban," I fought back. The embarrassment was starting to fade, but a touch of it was still there.
"I didn't say you didn't, all I'm saying is that you should probably have some help if you actually want to get anywhere," she said. My eyebrows raised as I finally understood what her end goal was.
"What, are you going to teach me?" I said, nervous about her response.
"If you'll let me," she said slowly. I felt her hand trace down my arm before it met with mine, which was still centered on my clit. My breath hitched as she slowly began to move it away and replaced it with her own. "Tell me this is okay," she breathed. I nodded my head, and her fingers slowly started to make the same motion mine were just minutes before. I let out a soft moan as she picked up speed, and I finally let myself move. I twitched as she pressed into my clit, perfectly hitting the bundle of nerves with each circle.
"Fuck, Lisa, just like that," I said. She turned over some more so she could have more access to me, and her hand became relentless. She lost contact with my heat only for a moment before inserting one of her ringed fingers into my pussy, causing me to arch my back. She pumped in and out, faster with each one. She added a second, and her thumb found its way back to my sensitive bud.
She worked me with a single hand, and I was loving every second. My back physically couldn't arch any more, and I grinded my hips down to help her fingers reach even deeper. She was hitting mysweet spot, and you began seeing stars. You'd always imagined it would feel this good, but now that you were experiencing it in real time your expectations were exceeded.
"Feel good, baby?" she asked, her voice low and in my ear. I could barely form the word 'yes' as wrangled moans came from my mouth. "Louder, princess, I wanna hear you." My moans grew louder as I felt myself nearing release.
"F-fuck, please, faster," I got out, and Lisa complied. I was hurtling towards the edge, and I knew Lisa could tell.
"Wanna feel you cum all over my fingers," she asked in a low voice, and it sent me over a cliff. My body spasmed as I yelled out her name, and she finger-fucked me through one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. My chest heaved as I came down, and I felt her remove her fingers slowly from me. I looked over at her, and with my eyes having now adjusted to the darkness I saw that she wasn't even breaking a sweat.
"Feel better, doll?" she asked with a sly tone. I did in fact feel better, but I craved that same high that she had given me.
"More," I said. She raised her brows, then smiled when I kept speaking. "I want you to fuck me to sleep, Manoban."
"You're asking for it," she said, and she climbed on top of me. I hadn't kissed at all, but it didn't even matter as I felt her clothed bulge press into my pussy. I groaned at the friction, and Lisa laughed to herself. "So easy," she said, but her cockiness turned to shit when she looked at me open my eyes to reveal my pupils taking them over completely. She got off of me only to rid herself of her underwear, and I laid back and watched her kick them off the bed. She recentered herself, moving my panties to the side after giving her already-hard cock a couple of long strokes. "So hard already, baby. Been thinking about this for a long time."
She finally put her tip against my wet pussy, running it up and down and hitting my clit over and over. "Please, L-Lisa. Need you inside," I said, and I was instantly satisfied. She pushed into me slowly, and my head fell back as she bottomed out. She set a slow pace at first, but as she sped up, I lost all sense. My legs wrapped around her waist in an attempt to pull her closer, and she took my hands to pin them above my head.
"Fuck, Nini, so fuckin' tight. Squeezing me so good," she said, panting. I moaned so loudly the neighbors probably heard, but it felt so good that I couldn't even think about that. Sh was absolutely railing me now, her hips snapping into mine. My vision was about to go black before she took one of my legs and put it on her shoulder. She was able to reach that perfect spot, her cock hitting just below my cervix with each thrust. "Tell me how good it feels, I want to hear you tell this whole neighborhood who's fucking you this good."
"Sh-Shit, Lisa!" I screamed. "F-fuck me harder!" I didn't even think it was possible, but she proved me wrong by pounding herself into me even deeper and faster than she was before. I couldn't even look her in the eyes as my own rolled back into my head, but her focus was on her dick ramming in and out of my pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling of me clenching around her, trying not to cum as my walls sucked her in. Her hand let go of my wrists to move down to press on my stomach, and the feeling engulfed us both.
"Fuck, baby, you feel that?" she panted, and with each thrust, she could feel herself. "So fucking deep inside of you I can feel it with my own hand."
I was in euphoria, and we both could see the finish line coming closer and closer. "I'm gonna fill you up nice and good with my cum, you want that, hmmm?" she cooed, but all I could respond with was as more screaming. "Tell me you want it, Nini. Tell me you want me to cum in your tight little hole."
"Y-yes, fuck!" I managed, and that was all we both needed. The tightness in my stomach finally snapped, and I was drowned in ecstasy. My pussy clenched her tighter than it had ever before, and I felt myself drench Lisa's bare chest in my squirt. She, too, was pushed over her own edge, and I felt her cock twitch inside of me as it filled me up with her load.
We were out of breath as she stayed inside me for a while, and she finally pulled out slowly. She rolled off of me to go get a towel, then came back to clean the cum that was dripping from my freshly-fucked hole. She wiped herself clean and then threw the towel on the floor, still standing up.
"Tired yet?" she asked, and I choked out a laugh.
"Shut the hell up, Manoban," I said. She smiled down at me before reaching under my back and legs. She picked me up effortlessly, and my arms hung loosely around her neck.
"I would love to sleep in my bed tonight, but you made quite the mess, princess," she said. My face turned red as I buried it into her neck, but she just chuckled and carried d me to the couch in her living room. She set me down gently, then got me a blanket and draped it over me.
"Where are you going?" I asked as she walked away.
"Just to the other couch, Nini," she said.
"Wait-" I called after her, and she turned back around to face me. "Is this going to be awkward in the morning?"
"Ummm," she started, scratching the back of her neck. "I mean, we can just act like it never happened if you're uncomfortable or something."
I tried getting up, but as soon as I stood, my legs gave out and I almost fell to the floor before Lisa rushed over and grabbed me. "What if I want it to keep happening?" I asked, my voice hoarse from all of the yelling before.
"I'd like that," she said smiling. She leaned down and kissed me gently, our lips fitting perfectly together. She pulled away before breathing out a small laugh. "I probably should have done that before all that other stuff." I smiled back before pulling her in again, our lips connecting as perfectly as they did before. She pulled away again before asking, "How about we make another mess on this couch?"