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And now her clit was trapped between Becca’s lips, being sucked on and Krissy knew the end was near. It was not only the gentle pulling of her clit as Becca sucked; nor was it the swift swiping of her clit Becca was doing with her tongue; it was the way Becca was moaning as she pleasured Krissy—like a woman tasting the most heavenly thing on Earth.

Krissy released her death grip on the sheets to pound the mattress with both fists as she started coming, only to grip them again as the orgasm’s full force walloped her.

“I’m COMINGGGGGG!” she shouted, the last two intelligible words she was able to utter, the remainder of her sounds nothing but that: sounds.

Her pussy trembled and quaked as finally all of that pent-up desire was unleashed.

She was coming hard. And Becca was doing it to her. That fact alone was adding to the intensity of what was happening to her.

Relinquishing her clit, Becca began scraping her teeth on Krissy’s mound while curling and uncurling, curling and uncurling those miraculous fingers inside her still convulsing pussy.

“Oh, Becca! Sweet Jesus!”

Becca responded by kissing her swollen and sensitive clit.

“Do you want mine now, Krissy?”

Curling and uncurling…

“Nnngh! Yes!” Krissy could hardly wait.

“She’s so ready for you,” Becca murmured, giving the clit yet another quick peck.

“Oh, please!” Krissy whimpered, a moment before her eyes shot open as Becca curled her fingers upwards and just pressed. “God, Beccaaaaaa…”

Her clit was once more captured and it wasn’t long before her second climax hit.

Chapter 17

Before Becca came up from between Krissy’s legs, she slowly withdrew her middle and forefinger from the tightness that had been enveloping them. Her breath became ragged watching them emerge from inside Krissy. They were glossy, sticky and even starting to prune from having been immersed in the flooded passage of her best friend. When they were completely withdrawn, more of Krissy’s arousal dribbled out behind them.

Becca flicked out her tongue to capture that, Krissy jolting as she did so because she was still recovering from the second orgasm—her thighs quivering and little high-pitched whimpers coming from her throat. Then, Becca licked her come-covered fingers clean. It was impossible not to. She wanted as much of Krissy’s essence as she could get. She’d been dreaming about it for so long now and if they ever did go to sleep tonight, that was the flavor she wanted in her mouth as she slept.

Once done, she laid herself beside her panting friend. Krissy, her fitted tee still on, started kissing her immediately.

“That was fucking amazing,” Krissy uttered when their lips separated. “I’ve wanted that for so long, Becca…wanted it from you.”

They shared more kissing, Becca feeling as if her entire body was a powder keg.

“Take your shirt off,” Becca pleaded this time when the kiss broke.

Krissy sat up and raised her arms. It was as if Krissy was telling Becca that what was under the shirt now was hers and she needed to claim her prize. So, Becca quickly straddled her legs and did the honors of lifting the tee over Krissy’s head.

They were the exact same breasts as the last time Becca had seen Krissy topless—at Krissy’s house one night a couple of weeks ago. They were the exact same breasts as every time Becca had seen her friend topless. Full but a bit smaller than her own, with darker nipples that were pink at their very tips and only as big around as a quarter.

Sitting on Krissy’s lap, Becca’s hand trembled slightly as she reached out and finally got to touch one, the erect and hard nipple poking into the palm of her hand while she cupped it. It was strange…she had just gone down on Krissy, her tongue was still coated with the woman’s essence, and yet only now, fondling this one breast, did Becca feel as if the book had been closed forever on their old friendship.

She placed her other hand on Krissy’s back and gently lowered her down onto the mattress, lowering herself down at the same time.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since forever,” Becca whispered.

“What, baby?”

“This.” And Becca drew Krissy’s nipple into her mouth, sucking on it with gentle but forceful strength.

“Oh god…yesssss…” Krissy moaned.

Becca clamped her teeth onto the bud and bit down, Krissy hissing in response. Between her legs, Becca’s pussy was a dripping mess, her thighs slick and slippery. She wanted to masturbate herself to orgasm now while sucking on Krissy’s boobs—it was one of her favorite fantasies, in fact. But she wasn’t about to deny Krissy the privilege of making her come and so she kept her hand from her clit and just satisfied herself with continuing to make Krissy hiss and moan.