BFFs

Sophie and Daisy woke up tangled in the same bed after another night where their boyfriend situations went sour. Same boyfriend timing. Same dry spell staring at both of them. A break sounded smart until the truth sat right between them: neither girl had been born for celibacy. Daisy kissed her first, soft at the corner of Sophie’s mouth, testing. Sophie answered with tongue and teeth, pulling Daisy closer until knees pushed apart knees and bare hips met. They stripped each other between laughs and low curses. Bras on the lamp, underwear kicked to the footboard. Pale light through the blinds cut across new skin. Sophie slid lower, breathing warm against the soft folds waiting for her. She licked a single stripe, slow, tasting the first slick. Daisy answered with fingers gripping the sheets, rolling her hips up to meet that steady mouth. Tongue circled, then flicked. Moans turned to words that melted the moment Sophie slipped two fingers inside, curling hard against the spot that made Daisy forget how to keep quiet. The favor came quick. Daisy flipped them, knees planted on either side of Sophie’s shoulders. Sophie’s tongue flicked once against the tight ring above her chin before traveling down to the wet seam below. She licked, kissed, pressed, added the tip of a well-lubed strap on once Daisy arched and begged for it. Daisy sank back, taking every inch in a slow, grateful grind, thighs shaking, a curse that turned into Sophie’s name. Sweat slicked their bellies. Hands held hips, held hair, held wrists above heads while hips pumped in easy rhythm. When Daisy climaxed, it crashed through her spine, pulsing tight around the strap, squeezing another long moan from her own throat. Sophie followed, clit grinding against the base of the toy, coming with a bitten-off shout that left her laughing breathlessly into Daisy’s open mouth.