“And yeah, when you were just frozen, I felt like I fucked up,” she said with a frown that I kissed away. “I never wanna do something that you’re uncomfortable with. That’s why I’m not sure we should be doing all of this in the first place… Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying myself, but if I had to choose, I’d pick what you and I have over bomb sex in a heartbeat.”
When I was younger, I used to go to church every Sunday with my family. Even now, almost two decades later, I still had this memory of a grumpy old man telling me and other kids that people with tattoos couldn’t go to heaven… Something about how every person’s body was a temple, so it shouldn’t be ‘desecrated.’ Although I firmly opposed that nonsensical idea, if it turned out to be right, then heaven would be sorely missing out. ‘Cause Gray was the most angelic human being I’d ever met.
“Gray, you don’t have to worry about doing something I don’t like though…” I kissed her fingertips. “I seriously doubt you’ll ever do anything I’m not into, but I promise I’ll let you know in case that happens.”
“But I just-”
“Not trying to one-up you, but I’m really, really enjoying myself. And now that I know how good this feels.” I accentuated my statement by tracing my finger down her silky smooth chest. “I’m kicking myself for all the time we wasted… We don’t have to pick between our friendship and sex, we can have both.” She parted her lips, but I kept talking. “Also, our lease will be up in less than three months, so let’s just make the most out of our time left in Apartment 202, alright?”
For a while, she kept quiet. But eventually, she nodded, yes, though she still looked apprehensive. It was mind-blowing that even the most perfect, flawless people could be uncertain about things. Life was such a trip. “Alright, Cass.”
I kissed her lips again. It still hadn’t fully hit me that I was now allowed to do that whenever I wanted. So, every time I remembered that new perk, I made the most out of it. “I love you, by the way.”
“Love you, too.”
. . .
The conversation in Gray’s room was the only time we’d ever discussed the drastic development in our friendship. After we’d reassured each other that we were both on board with what was happening, it was smooth sailing ahead. Whoever said it first was so right, consent really was sexy. Once we’d ascertained that we wanted the same things, sleeping together became something we did daily. During the first few times, I’d set up my cameras to keep up the pretense, the premise. But given that a day only had twenty-four hours and neither of us could just drop everything to have non-stop sex… The filming-thing had quickly become a chore in my eyes. There was no point, especially since the footage wasn’t useful. I just couldn’t stay still long enough to film a proper scene anymore.
Could anyone blame me though..? Now, the choices were: touch myself as Gray watched or lose myself as Gray submerged me in pleasure. Show me someone who’d choose the former and I’d show you a liar. Plus, after all the hemming and hawing that’d led up to this point, I had enough ‘spicy videos’ to post for the next few months. So, yeah, I met with my accountant and financial advisor, and they’d given me the green light. Take note, however, I was my own accountant as well as my own financial advisor.
“Gray…”
We were both naked and kneeling on my bed. She was behind me with her tattooed arms around me. Her hands were everywhere. They swiftly cycled through the different parts of my needy body, playing with as much of me as possible. Squeezing my boobs, pinching my butt, cupping my pussy. Everything she was doing felt so electrifying. I knocked my head back, resting it against her shoulder. With my neck exposed to her mouth, she sucked on my pulse point.
I’d been fingered before, but Gray was the first person who’d fucked me with her fingers. In the past, hands-on stimulation had always just been a prelude to the main act… A ‘thoughtful gesture’ by whoever I was with to ascertain that I was wet enough. For my roommate though, fingering was a whole-body activity. No wonder she’d likened me to a statue the first time she’d made me see stars. Compared to how active and attentive she was during sex? I’d behaved like a cold, hard, unmoving statue. Not anymore though-never again.
I felt her shift, so her sex was pressed against my left butt cheek. Feeling her wetness and warmth, I moaned. Her right hand moved to my pussy and rubbed my clit. Meanwhile, her left one alternated between my boobs, showering them with equal attention. She kneaded and squeezed the two mounds. Her fingers flicked and twisted my nipples. The way she fondled my boobs was always rough but calculated, exerting enough force to send pulses straight to my clit without causing pain.
One of my favorite things to do during sex was get hopelessly lost in her deep blue eyes. The two hypnotic orbs that were noticeably darker whenever she was turned on… But though I couldn’t see her face, I was loving the position we were in now, too. I loved how her front was pressed against my spine. I loved how her hard nipples were digging into my skin. I loved how her hands were all over me.
When I was at the very cusp of my orgasm, her fingers left my clit.
“No, no, no.” I opened my eyes, I angled my head, I kissed her. I needed her to slake the throbbing between my legs. “I was so close… Please?”
“I know, I know.” She pressed a flurry of kisses on my neck. “Don’t worry, I got you.” In direct opposition with her words, she stopped holding me, too. I was about to complain about her letting me go, but I felt her palm on my nape. She gently pushed me forward. “Hands and knees.”
I trusted her, so I did as I was told. I tried to imagine what she was seeing… In this position, I wondered how my pussy looked. Was it all pink, puffy and glistening? Revealing just how turned on I was? How desperate I was for her to make me come? All my thoughts went poof when her wet tongue slowly licked the full length of my slit. Desperately, I wiggled my butt. I blindly tried to get her mouth back on my sex. But I felt her run two fingers up and down my drenched and dripping folds instead.
“Cass?”
“Yeah?”
“‘Red’ if it’s too much, okay?” Her fingers entered me after an ‘okay’ exited my lips. Each time she swirled them, I groaned and moaned. The mattress beneath us shifted as she shuffled behind me. Her pussy reclaimed its spot against my ass cheek. Testing the angle, she ground her hips and again, I felt her wetness. Satisfied, she placed her hand between her pelvis and my sex. In-sync, she thrusted her hips back and forth while simultaneously driving her fingers in and out of me. “Fuck me back.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Straightaway, I gave her what she wanted. Every time she rolled her hips forward, I jerked my ass backward. In tandem, our combined movements caused my butt to ram against her pussy each time she drove her fingers deep in me. Admittedly, the closer I got to coming, the harder it was for me to keep up my end of the deal… Soon enough, her left hand began pulling me to her by my waist. When she reached down to play with my clit, the dual-sensations caused my orgasm to slam into me. It doused me in pleasure, in euphoria. My body seized up, my toes curled. I screamed in delight, I gasped for air.
She stilled the fingers in me while I was in the throes of my climax, but she carried on fucking me once I could take it again. I quickly understood why she mentioned ‘red’ even if we’d never used a safe word before… She was in a mood tonight. Pathetic as it was, though she was the one multi-tasking, graciously fucking me while getting herself off-I was the one struggling. All I had to do was keep myself at the height that she wanted and yet, I was having a hard time. But in my defense, my body turned to jelly whenever we were having sex… It was as if she rendered my muscles powerless and my bones weak. No one had ever made me feel half of the things I felt when I was with her, when she was inside me. So, notwithstanding the fact that I’d literally just come minutes earlier, my second climax was rapidly approaching. Given how sensitive I was and how rough she was being, in no time, I was convulsing around her fingers once more.
Again, she paused momentarily, so I could catch my breath. When she resumed fucking me for the third time, she stuck a third finger in me, too. The extra fullness caused me to drop my head and press my face against the sheets. I screamed in rapture. It felt too good to be stretched out by her. With each passing moment, the way she stroked her hips was getting wilder, more erratic. I did everything I could not to plummet over the edge yet… I wanted us to come at the same time. I gritted my teeth. I sucked in a sharp breath. I gave myself an internal pep talk. Like I’d already come twice, I could totally stave off the next barrage of pleasure… But holy fuck, I felt so, so full and I loved having her inside me so, so much. Working together, her three fingers were banging against all my sweet spots.
“Almost there.” Hearing Gray’s raspy words demolished my flimsy attempt at self-control, at restraint… Just like that, I was coming apart again. For the third time in a row. I yelled out her name and choked for air right after. For a second, ‘red’ played on the tip of my tongue, but I knew saying it would nix her impending orgasm. Thankfully, she solved my dilemma for me and pulled out all on her own. “Down now. Please.”
Fuck. Her voice sounded unusually desperate and insanely sexy. She pushed on the small of my back. Once I was flat on my chest, she launched into dragging, grinding, rubbing her pussy against my ass mercilessly. Her hands gripped my shoulder blades as my backside became her tool of pleasure. After a short while of the rough and wet friction, though I sadly couldn’t see her, I heard her climax then I felt her collapse on top of me. For a few minutes, we lay still, a combined pile of burning, blushing limbs. She pressed kisses on my nape as we caught our breaths, as we reveled in the postcoital delight.
After the comedown, we got comfortable. Our heads were resting on separate pillows, but we were facing each other. I cupped her cheek. She was too beautiful, I needed a quick reminder that she was, in fact, real.
“Is that enough for you?” My vague question led to her asking me to clarify. “Like when you’re grinding or humping against me, or whatever… I know you come, but are you satisfied after?”