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CHAPTER ONE

“I’m still just amazed you fell for her so hard, so quickly.” Yara said, her fingertips tracing along my neck and up the rim of my ear. I leaned into the touch because, of course, I loved it.

“I don’t know what surprises you about it, Yara, Emma seems to fill in every place in my personality that I need…we’re like reverse images of each other.” I took my hand and put it on Yara’s, enjoying the warmth and connection. I swear that I actually had come over to her apartment last night to just hang out. But, one thing lead to another, and, well, now it was the next morning, and I was lying in Yara’s bed in my panties and a t-shirt of Yara’s that touted a very edgy and obscure music festival I’d never heard of. She was so much cooler than I was, it wasn’t even funny, but I hoped I was at least a bit more interesting by mere association.

"Six months ago, you were about to call it quits on dating anyone, and now here you are falling harder for someone than I've ever seen you fall before. It's just a pretty rapid change, that's all…" Yara moved her hand down to the collar of the shirt, slipping her fingers underneath it, tugging at the well-worn fabric, picking out stray threads. My body awoke to the contact and enjoyed seeing Yara's hand trace my curves and valleys.

She moved her hand down my chest, and her fingers grazed over my right nipple.

"Oops…" Yara said, pulling her hand away.

"What do you mean, 'oops'? Don't stop…" I said, grabbing her hand and putting it back over my breast, gripping her hand onto it with my own.

"Don't you have to go to work? It's eight-thirty."

I shrugged and giggled, luxuriating in the feeling of Yara's touch. "I'll get there when I get there…"

Yara gave me a grumble of disapproval, but she didn't seem to disapprove of it enough to stop playing with my tits. “Are you sure? I don't want you getting in trouble for something like that.”

I pulled her hand up and kissed it. “Don't worry…I've done it before and nothing’s happened…I'll do a work from home day, or something, I don't know. I’m focused on other things right now.” I laughed a little and slid her hand back under the collar of the shirt, placing her fingertips on my left nipple, and pushed my shoulders back against her to get closer.

She gave me a squeeze that made me giggle. "If you get in trouble, you get in trouble. Not my problem, right?" She kissed my shoulder, her mouth warm and inviting against my bare skin.

"Exactly…" I felt my body heating up more at Yara's touch, my nipples hardening against the fuzzy, soft fabric, the heat between my legs growing. "Fuck…I just woke up and I'm already so fucking sensitive to touch…"

"Maybe I'm just that good…" Yara said, leaning down to kiss the side of my neck as she pulled her hand out of the collar of my shirt, but only so that she could use both hands to lift the shirt over my head, my nipples now hard puckered buds standing straight out from my skin .

“God, you are, you so fucking are.” I moaned, dragging my lips along her forearm.

She made an appreciative noise and took my nipples in both her hands, her palms dragging along them, my body sensitive enough to feel every ridge and crease on her skin. She kissed me again on the shoulder as she started to rub my nipples between her fingertips. Yara had very quickly learned all my favorite spots, and lucky me, she loved confirming that doing things to said spots still made me lose my mind.

"Did you know there are groups of girlfriends who just, like, hang out with each other, even sleep over, and don't end up fucking?" Yara untangled her legs from the crossed position she had them in and wrapped them around me from behind so that my shoulder blades were pressed against her thighs.

"Those groups sound really fucking boring, not gonna lie…" I reached down the front of my panties and ran my fingers over my lips, feeling the warmth and wetness. It usually took me a while after waking up to be this ready, but something about this morning was really doing it for me.

"Yeah, I think I prefer this," Yara said, as she continued to tease my tits with her hands. She pulled on them a little harder than she needed to, and the little bit of pain made my head swim. "Especially when my girlfriends are like you, with bright pink hair, killer tits, and a mouth that…actually, Vi…I think you should probably just show me what you can do with your mouth." I didn't need to see Yara's face to know she had the most deliciously wicked smile on it.

"Yeah?" I asked, pulling my hand from my panties, turning my so that I could see Yara's face, and, yes, there was indeed the look of delight…and now, it was time to make her even more delighted.

I rolled over, trying to stay in contact with Yara the whole time as I got into position, holding her legs open with my hands. She was wearing loose shorts with no panties underneath, and even though it would have been easier to do this if we just got naked, I found a certain thrill in the challenge of fucking with clothing on.

Yara let out an involuntary "mmm" as I ran my fingers up her legs to the opening of the shorts and traced my fingers up the center, feeling the warmth and wetness.

"Those boring groups of girlfriends probably wear panties when they're having their boring sleepovers, don't they?" I said, massaging my fingers just along the outside of Yara's lips, drawing her open for me bit by bit, preparing her. “Otherwise, one of those girlfriends might get their pussy eaten first thing in the morning.”

“You talk so much…what happened to the strong, silent type?” Yara said, grabbing my hands and pulling my fingers closer to her, dipping them in her wetness. She groaned as I pulled at the sensitive skin of her inner lips, wanting so much more. I used my free hand to pull her shorts aside so that her lips were fully exposed to me. "Just fucking eat me, baby." Yara leaned back and looked at me, eagerly awaiting me to give her what she wanted.

I leaned down and tasted her, my tongue slithering between her sweet folds, the wetness here already indicating my friend probably woke up as horny as I had. "Yes…" she breathed, her body pushing against my face as she put her hands on my head, encouraging me to keep going.

I was in no mood to tease today. My head was buzzing from the early morning excitement and my memories of Yara's fingers. She and I had long, luxurious sessions all the time, but this morning was very much 'wham bam thank you ma'am' because I knew I wasn't going to last long and I suspected Yara wouldn't either.

"I'm so…fucking horny I just want to scissor you and get off, is that OK?" I said after I popped up.

"Please, fuck yes…" Yara snapped, already pulling her shorts down.

In a flurry of movements that I didn't fully comprehend, I also pulled my panties off. Well, I pulled them off most of the way, at least, because by the time I was grinding against Yara's thigh, I still felt them tangled around my right ankle.

But I didn't really give a fuck about where my panties were, or that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet but still found myself crashing into Yara, our bodies hot and forceful against each other.

"Fuck, Vi…yes, baby…" Yara said, bucking her hips against my thigh, the warmth and wetness spreading over my skin, just as I was doing to her.

I grabbed at Yara's breasts as my hips did most of the work, sliding myself against her. Yara let out a moan, grabbing at my wrists and encouraging my movements. "You want to come for me, Yara?" I purred.

"God, Vi, fuck…don't take your hands off my tits, baby, it feels so good…" Yara groaned and nipped at my chin and neck before returning to kiss me.

I complied, keeping Yara's tits under my hands despite all the furious movement. Yara dug her nails into my skin because she knew it drove me wild.

"Yessss, Vi, yesss…" Yara moaned, bucking against me with even more force.

"God, Yara…yes, baby, fuck me, come on…" I felt her hips rock more forceful against my thigh, and I was almost worried scissoring this forcefully could result in a dislocated kneecap, but I also did not want to tell my ultra-hot friend to stop fucking me, so I'd deal with the ER bill if it came.

And speaking of came…

"Fuck…oh my god, Vi…fuck…." Yara's body convulsed against mine, arching forward only to be met with me pushing back in the same direction as my orgasm started moments after hers. As I came, my whole body sparkled, and every square inch of contact my skin made with Yara's was like a warm ocean wave.

I'm sure we screamed too loudly. The window was open, and I hoped whoever was walking under Yara's window enjoyed the free show.

I pushed into her a few more times before my orgasm faded away, my entire body limp, spent, and poured out onto the bed.

Yara fell back against the headboard and exhaled sharply, her shirt still pulled up over her tits, her curly hair sprawling in a thousand directions. She had her legs open and was massaging the insides of her thighs, which were probably aching as much as mine were now that the endorphin flood had subsided.

"Fucking god…that was incredible. It was fast, but fucking hell." Yara said, pushing a fist into one thigh as I did the same with mine, trying to knead out the kink.

"Is it bad that I just want to keep fucking and not worry about work today?" I said, feeling my panties still hanging on to my ankle but exerting no effort to put them back on.

"Most days I'd say no, but today I'm gonna say yes…I have shit to do, and I love fucking you, Vi, but I think we have to be responsible adults at some point today." Yara said. She reached over to the edge of the bed and yanked the shorts toward her so she could put them on.

Even though I knew Yara was right, I still pouted. I ran a hand along Yara's bare leg as she was leaning over and then lurched toward her. Yara gave me an annoyed look and slapped my hand with a pillow, which I'll admit I deserved.

I lifted myself out of bed, my panties falling off of my foot, and grabbed my jeans, which I had left on the floor when I'd taken them off in the sometime last night. Yara grabbed a bra that had been discarded next to her side of the bed and threw on a loose, oversized t-shirt that had some indie band that I, once again, had never heard of. Yara's music taste was surprisingly deep.

“No panties today?” Yara grinned.

I returned a shrug, telling her why bother. I got dressed and had my jeans and bra on before Yara slid behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. For someone who just told me we couldn't fuck, I'd call this a pretty mixed signal.

"You and Em want to come over tonight, though?" Yara planted a wet, warm kiss over my jugular, weakening my already wobbly knees.

"Fuck yes we do…" I said. I put my hands over Yara's and leaned into the embrace, the back of my head against Yara's chin. "What time? We could be over early."

"You both need to put in a full day of work before visiting Yara's Pleasure Palace…but I do have to go to my shift at the bar at nine-thirty, so get here way before then so we can…"

"So we can what?" I said, laughing, dragging Yara's fingertips under the waistband of my jeans, not enough to be pushy, just enough to tease.

Yara leaned into my ear, her warm breath on my ear and neck, and it felt incredible. "So we can be so, so boring, and totally not fuck each other…I definitely don’t want to slide my tongue inside of you while your girlfriend watches me and gets off from seeing it.”

My body was screaming at me to spin around, to wrap myself around Yara and get the fuck back to bed, but I knew this longing would carry me through the day, and the anticipation would make it even better.

"Right, right…" I said, turning around and pulling away from Yara's grasp so I could put my shirt back on. I wondered if anyone at the office would notice that I wore the same thing two days in a row…

"Text me when you're leaving work." Yara said. She watched me put on my shirt, her eyes bright with wanting me.

"Yeah, I will," I said. I turned and looked Yara up and down. "God damn, I still want to just jump on the bed with you." I laughed.

"I know." Yara smirked. “Now get the fuck out of here and I'll see you tonight."