Me and my best friend

Candy and Abby met in junior high. They tested every limit side by side, including sex. Who else knows your body well enough to push the next boundary? Their habit of burying tongues in one another’s cunts grew into obsession. Lunch breaks, sleepovers, shared apartments—whenever they want a mouth between their thighs, the other delivers. Tonight they find themselves stripped and already wet. Candy sits on the couch edge, legs parted, clit visible and swollen. Abby drops to her knees, drags a slow lick from Candy’s entrance to the hood of her clit. Candy’s stomach tightens. Her hips lift toward that warm tongue, seeking more pressure. Abby answers with wide, firm strokes, then sucks gently at the swollen nub until Candy gasps and soaks the leather beneath her. Abby pauses, breath cool on slick skin. Candy slides a hand through Abby’s hair, guiding her back down, asking for it deeper. Abby understands the silent request, spreads Candy wider with two fingers, sinks her mouth again and devours the offer until Candy trembles and comes with a short, sharp cry that turns into soft, needy moans. Abby laps up the release like it is her favorite taste, fingers still stroking, tongue working Candy through every pulse. When the shake subsides, Candy pulls Abby up, tastes herself on Abby’s mouth, then swaps places. Now Abby’s hips rest on the cushion, thighs open in invitation. Candy’s fingers part the lips. One deliberate pass of her tongue makes Abby’s toes curl. Candy savors the salt and heat, eases her tongue inside, fucks slowly until Abby’s moans drop lower. Only when Abby is pleading does Candy shift higher, flick and press against her clit in tight circles. Abby comes fast, hand clutching the cushion, cunt clenching around nothing. Candy waits until every shiver settles, then drinks it in, leaves Abby spent and glistening. Neither reaches for anyone else. They stretch out naked on the couch, legs tangled, breath slowing, already wondering how soon the next hunger will hit.