“You’re asking if I’m satisfied with tribbing?” She chuckled at my confused expression. “That’s the proper, ‘Nat Geo scientific’ term. Anyway, yeah, of course. I’m a simple girl… I’m happy after I come.”
I thought about my pre-Gray era sexual experiences… I was certain that I’d never orgasmed from dry humping alone. It was just foreplay. And skin-to-skin most likely felt better, but it couldn’t be that different… “I just- I-” I stopped myself. “Never mind.”
“No, go ahead, what?”
“Like I came so hard multiple times when you were fucking me… And it doesn’t seem like a fair trade-off, so I’m curious if it’s enough for you?”
Her forehead creased. The corners of her lips curved downwards into a frown. “Trade-off? We’re not trading anything when we have sex, Cass… What I do to you when we’re together, all of that is unconditional. I don’t do any of it ’cause I’m expecting something in return.”
“Yeah, no, I know that. I’m just genuinely wondering if-” I bit my lip. I didn’t know how to finish my statement. “Again, never mind.”
“I’m satisfied.”
“Alright.” I wasn’t sure if she read the doubt on my face, but she rolled me on my back. I was still sensitive but very willing. “What are you up to?”
“You clearly don’t believe me, so I’ll just show you.” Her smirk was so sexy. “One sec-” She moved around, ducked her head then gave my pussy one long, slow lick. “All systems go. You’re still wet.”
“You know I could’ve told you that.”
“But I love how you taste, so I had to check for myself. Duh.” She straddled my body in such a way that her center hovered over my center. “What was your question? Is this-” She lowered her hips until her sex was pressed against my sex. “Enough for me?” She began grinding her pussy on my pussy. “Again, I’m satisfied.”
I felt like my entire body had suddenly caught on fire. My skin was enflamed by the warmest hues. Reddest reds, yellowest yellows, orangest oranges.
My eyes widened, my mouth dropped. Holy hell. This felt so wickedly good… It had to be criminal. Our wetness mingled, our heat merged. It was such a potent, powerful mix of visual stimulation and tactile sensation. Every time her clit bumped against my own, I released a carnal grunt. She brought my hands to her chest. Feeling her nipple piercing, I started playing with her boobs. She planted her palms on my tummy for balance. She rapidly rolled her hips back and forth. Telltale wet sounds filled the air as our sexes brushed, as her pussy slid and slipped over mine.
I craned my neck to admire the view of the pinkest part of her repeatedly dragging against mine. She began to bounce, raising herself up a bit, just for a split second, before dropping down again. Over and over. Each time her clit collided with my own felt like the most intense love tap. In seconds, I was moaning, mewling and mindless. Once she shifted back to a sliding motion, I started coming like crazy. It was so powerful, it was as if it was my first orgasm for the night (not the fourth). My head thrashed, my eyes rolled back behind my eyelids. I screamed so, so loud, she had to kiss me to stifle the noise.
When she was sure I could keep quiet, she pressed her face to my neck. She made shushing sounds. “Can I keep going? I’m so, so close.”
“Yes, please,” I begged for her to come.
She kissed my throat. She readjusted both our positions, so more of her body was on top of mine. She lifted my calves then pushed down on the backs of my thighs, folding my legs toward my chest. She shifted her hips, realigned our pussies and rubbed herself against me once more. Urgently, she pumped her hips as she chased her release. After the many times I’d climaxed, I was the most tender I’d ever been. There was no way I’d let us stop without her coming though. For a while, I grinned and bore a pleasure that was so intense, it resembled pain.
“Holy fuck, Gray, I-” Releasing another series of moans and expletives, I lost it for the fifth time. Given how late it was, I was being way too loud again, so she kissed me to shut me up once more. I wrapped my arms around her. I needed something tangible to hold on to, something to anchor me to reality.
Shortly after, she broke our kiss and finally lost herself in ecstasy. As she orgasmed, she kept bumping her pussy against my skin, riding out her pleasure. Once she calmed down, she kissed my cheek. Like me, her breathing was short and her heartbeat was erratic. Both of us were also a lot sweatier now. But I personally loved feeling her hot, wet skin. “Mm, what was your question again? Am I satisfied?”
“I know, I know.” I tightened my arms around her. The overdose of endorphins left me staring blankly up above. “No need to rub it in. Like usual, you were right.” Before I was ready, she pushed against the mattress. “Wait, can you not leave? I wanna stay like this.”
I felt her nodding against my cheek. She pressed light kisses on my jaw. I let out a sigh of pure contentment. “You got it, Cass.”
. . .
Gray walked in Apartment 202 after a stressful day and told me she needed a movie marathon. Before we went to her room though, I heated us up some home-cooked food (made by yours truly). After she dealt with the dishes, we got comfy on her bed. Then we went through the ‘coin app motions.’ Minutes into the highly-rated film’s opening scene though, we lost interest. Which wasn’t surprising… Ever since sex had become a part of our friendship, neither of us could keep our hands off the other. After we’d both climaxed from an ungraceful albeit still-satisfying quickie, we began talking. It seemed that more and more often, her ceiling projector played movies for no audience.
“Have you ever thought about filming a scene with me?”
I creased my brow. “Thought about it? Yeah, for sure… But we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Your body is full of one-of-a-kind art pieces,” I reminded her. “Even if I blurred your face, everyone who knows you will know it’s you… You just have too many tattoos. I mean, I guess I could blur your whole body, but if I did that, I’ll just look like I’m fucking a ‘1982 poltergeist.'”
“Deadass, I’d watch that, but let’s go with something more twenty-first century,” she proposed with a laugh. “Like ‘Paranormal Activity: The Haunting of the Hot Redhead in Apartment 202’…” The suggestion led to me chuckling then kissing her. “That sucks though, imagine how good we’d look together on screen,” she carried on once our lip-lock ended. “I can already see all the creative porn site titles: ‘tattooed babe makes curious roommate come hard’ or ‘real amateur bisexual comes with lesbian BFF,'” she listed. “Don’t forget, in the title, ‘come’ has to be the three-letter version so it’s classy, ‘real’ has to be in all caps for emphasis and of course it needs to end with the all-important ‘with feelings’ in parentheses.”
“Serious question, Gray, how much porn do you watch?” I inquired and she shrugged, grinning. “Fine, be all secretive about watching porn with someone who makes it…” My fingertips traveled from the butterfly on her chest to the wolf on her tummy. “Moving on then, which tattoo is your favorite?”
“I’m pretty sure tattoos are like kids… I don’t think I’m even allowed to have a favorite. How about you?”
“The flowers on your neck. But I also really like your right sleeve and the one on your back…” I pouted. “Mm, can I have three favorites?”
“Sure, why not? Like I have five best friends. Fuck the rules.” For no reason other than I was allowed to, I kissed her again. When we stopped making out, our start / stall pillow talk continued. “Why those three?”
“Don’t get me wrong, all your tattoos are amazing-but I can stare at those three for hours, I just love looking at them.”
“Good to know since I drew those as well as the rocket on my right thigh…” Fun fact, her rocket ship one was the tattoo that Green Ranger had a mini version of on her left ribs. “My sister might’ve changed a few things, but all things considered, those four are still ‘my mind vomit.'”
“You’re brilliant.”
She grinned. “Hm, you know what? Fuck it, I can have favorites, too. So, yeah, it’s a tie between the one on my back, and Scylla and Charybdis.”
“Who and who?”
“These sea monsters…” She used her left hand to trace the full-sleeve piece on her right arm. “Scylla and Charybdis from Homer’s ‘Odyssey.'”
“Feel free to judge me for what I’m about to say, but the Homer I’m most familiar with is the yellow cartoon character from Springfield.”
Laughing, she called me ‘cute’-but ‘ignorant’ would’ve been more apt in my opinion. “No worries. Like I love reading, but an Ancient Greek epic poem isn’t my cup of tea. Only reason I picked it up was because…”
She recounted to me that years ago, she’d asked her friends what to do with the blank canvas that was her right arm at the time. Orange Ranger, in turn, had suggested she read the Homeric text because Scylla and Charybdis would match the nautical theme of her finished seafaring tattoo. Among her closest friends, I found Orange Ranger the most intimidating, by the way… Not because she was unfriendly, but because I couldn’t keep up with her intellectually. She just thought about the world in a deeper way than I did. Her genial wife was one of the most easygoing people I’d ever met though. And the two of them had such an interesting love story… They were a match made in heaven, truly written in the stars above.
“Anyhow, ‘long poem short,'” Gray grinned out. “To be ‘between Scylla and Charybdis’ means the same thing as being ‘caught between a rock and a hard place.’ But I really, really loved the imagery of sea monsters symbolizing the ‘lesser of two evils principle.'”