Dreams Come True

Karlee Grey wakes in the dark, already wet. She slides a hand under her shirt and cups her breast, thumb circling the nipple until it tightens. Across the room, Melissa Moore lies awake, heart kicking hard against her ribs, but she stays silent. Karlee peels off her shorts, balls them up, and pushes them between Melissa’s lips. The fabric tastes like warm skin and sleep. Melissa spits them out. “What the hell are you doing?” Her voice is a whisper, sharp with nerves. “We’ve been best friends since we were kids. Your parents are right down the hall.” Karlee leans in, brushes her mouth along Melissa’s neck, breathes heat against the pulse. Melissa’s protest melts into a shaky inhale. Karlee’s tongue finds a nipple, sucks until it stands stiff and dark against pale skin. Melissa’s fingers slip between her own thighs, stroking her swollen clit in tight circles. The mattress dips. Melissa rolls on top, hips sliding down until her mouth hovers over Karlee’s thick bush. She licks once, slow and flat, then sinks in, tongue parting slick folds. Karlee’s thighs tremble; her breath breaks into short, hungry sounds. When she comes, it’s quiet, teeth sunk into her own wrist. Melissa barely has time to catch her breath before Karlee flips her onto her stomach. A wet tongue traces the tight ring of her ass while fingers press deep into her cunt. Melissa cries out, loud enough that the hallway light might flick on any second. Karlee keeps working her until another orgasm rips through her, thighs shaking, sheets clenched in white-knuckled fists. They shift again, bodies locking into a sixty-nine. Tongues flick and lap, tasting salt and heat. Karlee’s dark curls grind against Melissa’s open cunt, slick hair dragging over sensitive skin. Both girls tense, hips stuttering, coming again in the same breathless rush. The room smells like sex and sweat, and neither of them moves to open a window.