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She placed herself over me, taking my lips again.

I knew it was already past 2 am and that we should sleep, but I would never deny feeling Veronica without clothes, with her body completely attached to mine.

“This dress is such a temptation…” Veronica began praising. “I wanted to slip my hand inside it all night.”

“Oh, yeah?!” I teased her, biting her lower lip. “Then don't deny your desires, shorty, please.”

Veronica moaned weakly.

“I love it when you say ‘please’ in moments like this.”

I leaned forward a little, pressing my lips to her ear.

“Please, fuck me, Roni... fuck me, my love.”

Veronica's hands immediately pushed me back onto the bed, but she got off the mattress only to grab me by the heel and flip me over on the bed. Her hands returned to my body so quickly I barely missed them. As she unzipped my dress, she praised me with words that ranged from an innocent “gorgeous” to a delicious “sexy”. My dress disappeared along with my panties, but even so, she kept me face down, touching every part of me. Feeling my skin, kissing it and squeezing it, causing me all kinds of amazing sensations.

Her fingers occasionally tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she kissed me with the unhurried grace of a colorful twilight—the kind you can’t stop watching, afraid to miss even a single shade.

“Raise your hips for me, my princess” she asked and I did so. A pillow was placed there and she returned to distributing kisses down my back, until she reached my ass, filling her hands with my buttocks.

In sepulchral silence, her hands carefully opened me until I felt her mouth reach my pussy. The only response I could utter was a loud moan, which ended up being muffled by me as I buried my face in the covers.

Veronica sucked me and drooled on me. She devoured me with her mouth while her fingers squeezed my ass so much that I felt a mix of pleasure and pain so particular that it was impossible not to go crazy. Soon her tongue sank into me and then one of her fingers followed.

I grabbed onto any fabric on the bed, trying not to lose control, feeling every drop of me running down to her. In an agile way, her fingers reached incredible places while my sexy girl went up to her mouth, drooling in a place I never thought anyone would touch. The free hand spread what had to be spread and, with the free hand, I felt one of her fingers press the back entrance. There was no penetration, just pressure, a circular massage and, combining that with what she was doing to my pussy, I simply couldn't take it anymore. I had no idea where she learned to do that, but her touch on both my entrances made my body collapse.

I came like a teenager who was being touched for the first time and moaned like a well-paid whore.

My entire body trembled, and it took me long minutes to come back down to earth, because she had taken me to the stars. A stupid smile was plastered on my lips as I felt the sweat running down me.

Veronica pressed her naked body against mine, whispering: “Happy birthday,mami.”

“This was definitely the best birthday I’ve ever had…” I replied, still a little astonished, which made her laugh, but I was being sincere. And as a bonus, I got to sleep beside her. With her naked body pressed against mine, filling me with peace and happiness.

The last few days had been chaotic. I couldn't remember a time when my routine had been this overwhelming. Troian and I, with everything going on, kept postponing our conversation with Emily, even though it was crucial. Part of the hesitation came from the fact that addressing it would disrupt our routines and our lives as well. It was a bit selfish, but that was the reality, and it wasn’t pretty. The past two weeks had pushed us harder than usual, with training sessions and competitions taking their toll. And just as that finally ended, the holiday break arrived. The atmosphere in the room with Emily had been awful, so, even though I didn’t expect to feel this way, I was relieved to leave Belinda and head back to my hometown. Taking a few days away from university would be good for all of us.

Still, my heart felt a little uneasy. Even though Kendra was also going back to Chamberlain, I knew it would be impossiblefor us to see each other during the holiday. I was already missing her.

I was packing my bags into Derek’s car, my mind drifting to last night—Kendra asking me to sit on her face, the way I lost myself in her touch, while I could have fun with her pussy as she devoured me with fiery passion and full desire.

“You're a little bitt off today,chica.” My brother joked, but I felt like I was being caught in the act. As if he could read my mind, something that, thank God, he couldn't. My cheeks started to burn, but Derek didn't seem to notice, he just continued complaining: “And you're bringing a lot of stuff. It's only four days, Veronica.”

“It's just the essentials, I promise.”

And it wasn't even the biggest suitcase I owned.

I tossed my pillow into the backseat, and for a moment, the memory of when we first arrived at Belinda hit me. With Martin in the backseat, a wave of cruel nostalgia washed over me. I even shook my head, as if the motion would make the thought disappear.

I got in the car and left the driving to Derek. Or rather, I had no choice, because my stupid brother wouldn’t let me drive his car under any circumstances. The trip was going to be long, but at least I was in control of the music, so it was going to be all Beyoncé.

“So, are you and Kendra best friends now?” He asked, curious, when leaving the university parking lot.

“Yes, we are very close…”

“Very close?” The tone seemed provocative, as if he wanted me to say something.

“Yes, Derek, very close...”Like the 69 we did last night, I wanted to laugh at my own thought, but I thought it better not. “Why do you ask?”