Wet

The rain hasn’t let up, but the room is slightly darker. I just shared a gentle kiss on a rainy Saturday with my best friend. I wake up a couple of hours later and slowly stroke her hair, wanting to just let my mind wander. I’ve had a great day so far, but I’m not thinking of only her. Not of what we’ve done today. Of all things that naturally come to mind, it’s Chizuru.

My hand slides across Orihime’s hair lovingly. It’s in no rush. Second after second I understand more how Chizuru feels about her. She loves her. I can sense it whenever she’s around us. But how much? I wasn’t born yesterday- I know she wants to make love to her. But how badly? I had answered this before- that I feel better than if I stand back- but I wonder agian why I have to be so protective. Would she ever do anything with the intention of hurting her? It doesn’t make sense. No. She wouldn’t hurt her. She can only be expressing herself to Orihime the way she wants. She always tries to show her affection. I have this strange feeling about Chizuru right now. I all of a sudden want to apologize to her for just everything. This isn’t pity. I don’t know what it is.

But it’s bad enough for me to come out and ask Orihime about it. She seems to be half-awake. “Orihime?” She answers a faint “hm.” I feel like I can ask her anything, and ask her what I want to know most right now. “How do you feel about Chizuru?” She stretches a little, but keeps her eyes closed. “Chizuru-chan? I love Chizuru-chan. I call her Chizuru-chan after all, don’t I?” I had a feeling she would aswer along those lines. “Really?” I continue. “But what do you think of her? Don’t you ever get kind of a…sexual vibe? Ever?” Her response mildly surprises me. “Of course I do. Just a little. She always tries to touch my boobs or nuzzle me when we hug. She’s a very affectionate girl. How come?” I don’t want to make her feel like we’re talking about someone, so I casually reply, “Eh. Nothing.” I steadily pull myself from under her, careful not to disturb her too much. She mumbles while falling back asleep. “Shower? ‘S good.”

That shower would make sense right now. But I pull my shirt back on and go back to the front door and get my phone that I didn’t bother to turn on before. I want to talk to Chizuru. I’m thinking about asking her over here. It feels ridiculous. It seems so drastic and uncalled for, but at the same time, it’s what will make me feel better. I think about it too long. It’ll make me regret it too much. And then I think that it couldn’t turn out badly. I’m being really hard on her. I’m worried about making myself more friendly with her anyway. Of course she’d be happy to see Orihime- she’s a lesbian. Dammit! I’m being so mean. I force myself to call before I let myself think this way any more. While it rings, the thought goes through my head. “How could I even say that? I just kissed a girl on the lips a couple of hours ago.”

I overzealously expected her to be excited about this. But she just sounded delighted. She didn’t wet her panties or anything. Pretty quiet about it. My stomach churned the whole time. The only time I’ve called her before was to get homework I’d forgotten to write down. But this call was so much easier than I made it out to be. I’m not only relieved now, but I’m almost looking forward to her getting here. I think more than ever now that Orihime is a treasure of a girl. I love her so much, but I can’t keep her to myself. Someone as great as her needs to be shared. I shouldn’t be selfish. And most importantly, she should feel loved.

During the time all of these weird thoughts are happening, I hear the doorknob. I left the door open for her. She should feel welcome. She comes inside, and the first thing she does is give me a full kiss. A real one. Not as timid as Orihime was. I actually feel kind of slutty since I moaned out loud, but I couldn’t really help it. Chizuru is an amazing kisser. She balances tenderness and spiciness perfectly. My eyes squeeze shut- I start to sweat- My glistening tongue is still out a little when she pulls away. She laughs. I compose myself awkwardly and scramble to take her coat. It’s obvious that she groomed before coming here. She kept dry, and she’s wearing a modest amount of makeup. And she smells like lilac or something. It’s so nice. I didn’t know her tongue was pierced, either…

We can skip the hellos. That kiss was definitely enough of a salutation. “Your clothes are soaked! When did you get here?” She asks with a coy smirk on her dishy face, rubbing the fabric of my sleeve between her fingers. “I-I don’t think it would really matter.” I stammer. “It’s been pouring all day.” While the words left my lips, Chizuru’s smirk became a devilsh grin. She boldly eyes me up and down, essentially telling me not to worry about it. The clothes are coming off. Now it hits me- she’s here because some part of me wanted this chick to have me. It wanted me to share Orihime with her, too. She needs to be shared, and this is a person who deserves her. Chizuru wraps her arm around my shoulders. “Where’s Hime? Let’s go.” She hums, her tone oozing naughtiness. My heart pounds as I lead her to Orihime’s room, where she’s still bubbly and drowsy, wrapped in a towel that’s waiting to be peeled.

My hand lets the door creak open, lets out a draft of suspense from the other side. We walk in, and I can feel Chizuru blush without looking at her. Orihime is barely awake and fully stretched across her bed, her enticing curves on display. We can see the form of her round breasts through the cover perfectly; it seems like only our imaginations are holding the towel there. Her fiery hair has billowed every which-way around her loveable face, and a dreamy glint shows in her half-open eyes. The glint is hitting us. She’s not protesting. She wasn’t lying before. She loves both of us and she’s going to let us do what we want. We admire her for what feels like a gorgeous age, before Chizuru turns my chin toward her and gives me another one of her steamy kisses. “Thank you, Tatsuki.”

Her arm still around me, we walk in and sit on the end of the bed together. I had expected her to bounce up to Orihime and shower her with affection like she usually does, but she obviously feels that this is her chance. She doesn’t want to squander it by going crazy. Even the confident girl who had heated up my mouth just now was dizzy with ecstasy at just being with Orihime like this. It’s a teenage crush. Of course I understand. She inches her hand toward the dream in front of her, and Orihime gently touches her wrist. She turns her gaze to me briefly, and the corner of her mouth further from us curls softly into an adorable smile that caresses my heart and tells me she knows our every intention, possibly from when I was talking with her about Chizuru when we woke up.

“M- Where’s my kiss hello?” Our classmate hopes warmly. That angel smile still there, Orihime moves herself close to Chizuru and sits up, leans to her on her hands and closes her eyes, her lips slightly parted. Her horny friend hesitates. Some lightning from outside highlights the gloss of her lips, and Chizuru drops one of her delicious kisses on her. Orihime’s eyes shoot open, then slowly close again. She finally gets to share that taste with me. She smiles against Chizuru’s lips and looks at me. My heart skips a beat, but I manage a smile back. She clearly enjoys those artful lips as much as I do, if not more. She glances down, then actually giggles a little, then closes her eyes again. At first I thought she was just sharing a laugh with me, but now I notice what was funny. I’ve been watching their lips dance together very intensely, and I didn’t even know that my hand is on Chizuru’s leg, just under the hem of her skirt. This is pretty funny. My panties certainly are wet, and it’s not only from the rain anymore.

I lean in when I decide there’s been too much wait. Chizuru rests her hand on mine, the one that’s still about to tease under her skirt. She pulls me into a three-way kiss. I let myself be aroused by the feeling of our breaths on each other’s faces and our cheeks brushing together affectionately. Chizuru’s especially soft cheeks are a sharp contrast against the rims of her glasses, and feeling her lips at the same time as Orihime’s is almost too much. There’s enough delectable flavor to go around. The kiss is broken when we’re out of breath. The towel begins to droop from Orihime’s plentiful bosom after leaning over all that time, and I find myself anticipating her breasts being exposed. Chizuru giggles coyly while letting her fingertips wander to the top of the makeshift dress. Even though only a few more inches are exposed by Miss Honsho slowly pulling the down fuzzy terry cloth, it makes Orihime look that much more inviting, so my lips begin to tease her neck as lightly as they can. Apparently she’s ticklish, because she gives a timid cry and jolts her head against the stimulus, and we both start to laugh. I move behind her, not once taking my lips off. It was hard enough digging them in to get to her ticklish spot after she tried protecting herself. I want a good view of what’s going on in front, so I anchor my eye to the action firmly. Chizuru is blushing so deeply I have to fight smiling against Orihime’s neck even harder. She’s gradually exposed a sensitive nipple, letting the bottom of her areola hide beneath the towel. She props her Hime’s breast up so I can see. A slippery tongue tickles delicately around the barely exposed protruberance of flesh and makes Orihime breathe very heavily. Partially from the sensitive flesh being teased, and partially from the monster hicky I’m giving her.

Chizuru’s tongue swirls around the nipple until it’s sufficiently turgid enough to nibble. I love the sounds Orihime’s making. That one was somewhere between a sharp gasp and a squeal. She tilts her head beack and allows me access to the front of her neck, which I slurp gratefully. The one in front can’t resist any more and gives a bite without warning, letting the breast drop. I trail kisses onto her shoulder while she tries to scream. Chizuru helps the towel drop down with her hands and scans Orihimes naked body up and down. I can’t help but move to the front and look. Her mountainous breasts are heaving shakily, and there’s a shy little puddle where she’s been sitting. Chizuru and I both smile and giggle at it. She gives her a peck on the neck where I was a second ago. “Look! She’s so excited. You do want me, Hime!”

I’m about to reach out and cup a scrumptious globe when they look at me. Chizuru is beaming sweetly and still blushing. I have to admit that I’m embarassed by this. I don’t know her that well, but now she’s unbuttoning my damp shirt with one hand and using the tip of her nose to nuzzle that spot on my neck right under my ear that drives me crazy. How did she know? And It only makes me pant more watching Orihime watching me. Her plump thighs are resting on each other, sprinkled with juice, and her tits are making me exceedingly wet. She lets the heavy shirt fall behind me and her fingers wander to the edge of my bra. I can definitely feel myself blush now. “You want it off, don’t you?” She whispers dangerously in my ear. Her sexy nails scrape around my body, behind me, and undo the clasp. She chuckles and looks right after the cups fall onto my lap. She looks me in the eye playfully; I look away. Biting her lip, she slips her fingertips underneath and gives my right breast a little bounce. Chuckles again. “Tatsuki-chan is bigger than I thought.” I am a C-cup. Most people can’t tell.

A peck on the cheek, and she begins to unbutton her own shirt. I swallow hard. She opens it directly to me, and reaches behind to show me. Her bra is nice and lacey. It’s pretty hot. Her head turned to the side slightly, she undoes the lengerie with one of her quirky smiles. Orihime moves close to her again and pipes up. “Chizuru-chan! You got your bellybutton pierced. It’s so cute!” That’s not all that’s cute. She’s got really perky little ones. They fit her perfectly. She also has something tattooed on the back of her left shoulder, but I can’t really see it. She offers me a breast with a cupped hand. I can fit a little more than half of it in my mouth. I know she likes how I’m suckling her nipple because I can hear her sigh and feel her petting my head tenderly, like her little cat. I don’t care. It’s soothing. I want her to pet me somewhere else, though. Giving the side of it a kiss, I move onto the other one and decide to be firmer with it. She moans quietly but contently, and her gentle hands run all over my sleek back. I love those hands on my body. They feel so right. Chizuru is good, but we both know we lust for Orihime more.

Chizuru stops playing. She holds my face and gives me another kiss, then looks at Orihime with a randy eyebrow raised. Orihime looks back like a little girl who got caught stealing. It’s an all-too-innocent expression for someone with such a fully blossomed body. Chizuru rests a hand on her arm. “Lay down, Hime.” I blush even more. Orihime opted to get comfort from me. She lays her head inside my thigh and gets comfortable there before Chizuru starts stimulating her again. I’m holding her hand. Her palms are sweaty. It’s hard for her to handle the games Chizuru plays, but she enjoys them anyway. That girl is just soaking it in- she’s nuzzling all over my friend’s womanly figure; a smooch here, a languid tongue-flicking there. Cuddles every bit of skin, every curve and package of flesh. I can feel it even though Chizuru’s not touching me. Her touch is so warm that everything else feels cold. I already know Orihime’s tummy is sensitive. I get excited whenever Chizuru wanders there, and Orihime smiles and squeezes my hand as her bellybutton is kissed lightly. Our classmate takes her glasses off and moves down. I’m getting wetter and the one on my lap squeezes my hand harder. Chizuru lathers a juice-stained inner thigh with butterfly kisses. The reciever swoons and tries to bury her face in my leg. I bend down and kiss her jaw, laughing a little. I’m glad she’s appreciating Chizuru’s affection so much.

Smirking lips begin to move up her body again. They slow down steadily- slower, slower, until they place a loving kiss just next to some wet, lonely pussy lips. The owner of those lips moans in arousal and frustration at the same time. They are left alone again, and the other thigh gets attention. I feel her long eyelashes brush against my thigh as she rubs her face on it, trying to pacify her need. I massage a full breast with my free hand. It’s so nice and firm. I’m almost afraid that I’ll somehow get her head wet. She stretches her back, forcing the breast against my hand while I play with it and squeeze it. I feel her eyes water against my thigh. Chizuru has come back to her slit and is tantalizing her like she wants. She’s got the lips spread open with two fingers, letting the juices freely drip onto the bed. She makes tiny circles around her swollen clit with the index finger of her other hand. Just to tease her. Teasing, teasing, teasing. She smiles as she sneaks a peak at her captive’s twisted expressions. Right when Orihime’s legs begin to squirm, Chizuru kisses her abdomen and sits back up.

The flushed Orihime is panting audibly. Chizuru smiles at her. She seems to have two pets now. I just realized this, but the young woman on my lap is totally in heat. All she can manage to do is stare at Chizuru, begging for her to finish the job. But she goes back to kissing me instead. I can’t complain. I know Orihime wants her, but I want her, too. This whole time, I was expecting her to just unleash herself on my friend and let her desires run wild; to desperately make sure she feels loved. But she’s not doing the opposite, either. As I also thought, she doesn’t want to hurt her, although it may seem that way. She’s making the object of her desire want her, so she can get some of that feeling back. It’ll only make her release more insane anyway.

I fumble with the waist of my skirt, my fingers hotly itching to get my uncomfortable clothes off. But she does that thing with my neck again so I that don’t resist when she whispers: “Allow me.” So I nod and glance at Orihime, who still looks on with those beautiful puppy-dog eyes. Then I close mine. I allow Chizuru. I allow her to make titillating lines up and down my toned abs with the nail of her index finger. I allow her to suck on my collarbone while that nail finds the edge of my skirt. She slides her finger to the front and unfastens the moist cloth. Goes right to touching my crotch with the same exploring finger. She’s pleased to feel that my panties are hopelessly soaked. Her hand presses my stomach to tell me to lie back. I lift my butt to let her pull my panties off. She leans over me and bites her lip again, watching her finger stroke my abs up and down. Some bright eyes look up at me flirtatiously. I wonder how this can be as interesting as her crush’s massive bust, but she explains, “Every girl has her facets, right?”

The finger wanders down further, and tickles my clit for a second. Teases me the same way she did Orihime. And just when I think that, the one she teased first tries to slip her open shirt off, her other hand on her skirt. I have no idea how she still manages to look so cute and innocent while intending to undress another girl…in front of another girl. Chizuru is all but beaming; she lets the lady free her of the shirt and get her skirt off. I’ve been looking forward to seeing her panties. A red thong. Just as I’d guessed- which is weird, needless to say. She lets her pull that off too, but I’m surprised. Her finger placates Orihime’s lip before she does anything else. “Wait, Hime.” Chizuru looks back at me. The suspense hangs a little as I wait for what she’s about to say. “I wannu include you.” She adds some simple words that mean a lot to me, as if responding to my confusion.
“I love you too, Tatsuki.”

Orihime lies on top of her and hugs her. Our classmate blushes at her words. “You’re so sweet, Chizuru-chan.” I laugh at Orihime’s facial expression when Chizuru sneaks a squeeze at her butt. I knew the devilish Chizuru couldn’t be gone for long. “You guys know what a daisy chain is, right?” I never thought I’d find myself in one of those.
The one on top of her presses her face against her in embarassment. I prop myself up. She just looks at me. “But you can taste her.” I’ve been surprised yet again. Chizuru simply smiles; she’s done that if anything since she got here. “I want Hime to do me.” Orihime looks up. I smile back.

Next thing I know, we’ve wriggled into position to munch on each other at the same time. As long as I’m feeling Chizuru’s kiss again, I want the full effect of that tongue piercing, so I twist my pelvic region upright. It feels kind of awkward at first. But that gets rewarded promptly. Just as I’m about to nervously settle my lips on Orihime’s moist pussy, Chizuru starts tasting me with enthusiasm. I knew she’s good with her tongue, but wow. She’s so tender while still keeping it so exciting. That piercing is already toying with my G-spot. She knows exactly where. I thought I was going to cry. But we’re all moaning with pleasure anyway. My muscular stomach heaves up and down with every rythmic, heavy breath. I’m giving her a good drink, and instead of breaking down I decide to channel this heat into giving Orihime a fierce licking. I use my hands to spread her fleshy thighs apart for better access. This feels good. I know the right spots, too. I reach as far as I can with my tongue to massage her clit back and forth. There is never a shortage of arousal. Desire can just take over for me. I spread my legs more to let Chizuru go anywhere she wants. She’s stopped with the sweet spot; she certainly didn’t want me to bust too early.

I keep taking that from Chizuru and keep licking and sucking, never tired of the taste. I’m like an animal continuously drawn in by Orihime’s quivering sugar. It welcomes me. Constantly welcomes me. Our moans and squeals get louder; Chizuru tangibly humming against my writhing lips, singing against the crackling rain on the windows. I’m overpowered by the estrogen filling the room and addicted to the weighty feel of her hard clit on the tip of my tongue. And Chizuru’s taken the freedom I’ve more than willingly granted her. She’s been aquainted with my sensitive folds well after another bold greeting. My heart wells up knowing that she likes the flavor I have to offer. But my vocalizations reach fever pitch. She’s gone back to that spot. I spread my legs as far as I can, begging for her. I find myself actually holding Orihime’s leg up just for the assurance that I’m getting everything. That lets the smell out. It’s so sweet. That being the only perfume I’ve ever smelled from Orihime, I make sure to take it in. I can feel my beloved orgasm build up in my stomach. It’s exhausting me, but I let the full weasel assault begin, throwing in everything I’ve got, desperate to get her off. My juices are flooding. My release is right there. My Orihime has to come in time.

But she’s being stubborn. I jam two fingers in and jerk them in and out. There’s plenty of lubrication, and she gives them a loving squeeze. She involuntarily tries to close her leg. But my arm is strong, and I can’t let her protect anything. I need this window. I can’t hold it anymore. My explosive orgasm sweeps over me with raw power and drenches Chizuru. I scream briefly, but I have to keep sucking, licking, stroking, jerking while I’m riding it out. Her clit takes one last extra-hard slippery tug from my frenzied lips and a gentle nip from my teeth. She rewards me with that beautifully smooth shiver and spurts of her juice. I’m free to scream from my G-spot now being completely abused. Our tired wails are deafening.

The bed linens have been soaked thoroughly. We lay there drained, aching for delicious breath. I’m still quivering when my breathing returns to somewhat normal after an eternity. I laugh weakly when I can afford it. I can’t believe I just did that, and I’m not sure Orihime is entirely used to the fact either. Once we’ve calmed down and wiped ourselves off a bit, we look at each other contently, then cuddle up together on the hot bed. We have nothing to say right now and accept sleep quickly. I’m probably the first to do so. I just had two redheads, after all.

We can dream comfortably with the relentless rain beating the window, sliding down the cold glass on its journey to the ground. So wet.

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