Take Off My Panties: Mandy & Alexa's Lesbian Romance

by Nico At Night

  Alexa, Mandy thought as she tumbled through her orgasm. Alexa.

  *

  “So what’s on the agenda for this evening?” said Mandy’s mother, pulling a bag of carrots out of a paper grocery sack and setting them on the counter. She unloaded various other items as Mandy sat on a high stool at the kitchen island eating a plum.

  “I’m gonna stay over at Alexa’s tonight,” said Mandy, taking a bite and sucking up the juices as they spilled over her lips.

  “No work tonight?” asked her mother.

  “Tomorrow night,” said Mandy.

  “I wish you could get more hours,” said her mother, setting down a plastic box of spinach. “You need to make more money.”

  “I know,” said Mandy, looking off into space.

  “Your friend Alexa went off to college,” started Mandy’s mother. “You decided not to. You’re 19 now, you’re an adult.”

  “Right,” said Mandy.

  “You need to start thinking about what’s next,” said her mother. “You can’t stay in this house forever.”

  Mandy sighed and set the plum pit down on her napkin.

  “So anyway,” continued her mother. “You’re staying over at Alexa’s…”

  “Yeah,” responded Mandy. “We’re gonna watch a couple horror movies, order Thai food, gossip, whatever.”

  “No boys?” asked her mother, giving her a stern look.

  “I thought you said I was an adult,” countered Mandy. Her mother made a skeptical face and rolled her eyes.

  “I suppose you’re right,” said her mother.

  “No boys,” admitted Mandy. “Just me and Alexa.”

  “Good,” said her mother. “She’s a sweet girl and I’m glad she can be a positive influence on you.”

  “Me too,” said Mandy, sighing and thinking about Alexa now. Mandy stood up from the stool, grabbed her napkin, and tossed it into the garbage.

  “Could you post your work schedule on fridge, honey,” said her mother as Mandy went to leave the kitchen. “I just want to know when you’re busy. I have some things around the house I want you to take care of in the coming weeks.”

  “Yes, mother,” said Mandy, slinking out of the kitchen and heading toward the stairs.

  Back in her bedroom, Mandy grabbed her empty duffle bag and flung it onto her bed. In doing so, she noticed that there was still a wet spot on the sheets from her earlier session and she quickly tossed a blanket over it. She unzipped the duffle and tossed a bag of toiletries into it from atop her dresser. Kicking a pair of jeans that languished on her floor, she considered what she needed to bring.

  Mandy opened her top dresser drawer and looked through her collection of panties. Thumbing through them, she grabbed three of her favorites and stuffed them into her bag. Then a pair of terry cloth short shorts, a few tee-shirts in various colors, and a light hoodie.

  Sitting on the edge of her bed and looking through the duffle, she went over the panty selection again. Mandy grabbed all three that she had chosen and took them back to the dresser. Looking through the dresser once more, she came up with a very new looking pair of underwear. They were baby blue bikini cut, soft and tensile cotton stretch, with cream-colored frilly lace on the band and at the leg openings. Taking these panties to her bag, they were the only pair she packed.

  She popped off her tank top now, braless and bare-chested, and sorted through her closet, finally settling on an oversized white cotton tee-shirt with black see-through floral lace over the shoulders and neck. She slipped into this shirt and aired herself out, leaning over slightly. The large arm openings exposed her tits when she leaned.

  Finally, she dropped her sweatpants and picked up a pair of faded black jean cutoffs from the floor, pulled them up her legs, and buttoned them. Pushing her feet into a pair of pink flip flops, she grabbed the duffle from her bed and rushed out of her room, flipping the light switch as she left.

  *

  The sun was beginning to set as Mandy walked up to Alexa’s porch. She hit a button on her keychain causing her sedan in the driveway to lock with a double beep, and she hiked her duffle bag up higher on her shoulder. Coming to the door, she rang the doorbell and then stepped away from the door, turning her back on it, and smacked on her gum as she waited.

  The door opened and Alexa stood behind it, dressed similar to Mandy in a loose cotton tee and jean cutoffs. Alexa leaned on the doorframe when she saw that it was Mandy.

  “Hey you,” Alexa said, her eyes conveying a lusty passion.

  “Hiya,” said Mandy, stepping up closer to Alexa and kissing her on the cheek.

  “Get in here,” teased Alexa, letting Mandy walk past her, after which she closed the door behind them.

  Alexa’s family had quite a nice house, two stories and sizable, with a cozy living room complete with a stone hearth to one side of the entryway, and a dining room with a long table and chandelier to the other side. The two girls wandered down the hallway, stone tile underfoot, and made their way into Alexa’s modern, open layout kitchen.

  “How about a glass of wine?” asked Alexa.

  “Sure,” said Mandy, setting her duffle on the ground near the kitchen island.

  Alexa pulled two crystal wine glasses from a cabinet and a bottle of wine from a rack on the counter. She set these all on the granite top of the kitchen island, and then proceeded to open the screw top of the bottle of red wine.

  “Screw cap,” said Alexa. “But it’s not a bad wine. My dad swears by this one.” She showed the label to Mandy. “It’s a Spanish tempranillo.” She started pouring their glasses full.

  “Your parents let you drink at home?” asked Mandy.

  “Oh yeah,” said Alexa. “They don’t care. It’s just wine. We’re not shooting tequila or anything,” she said with a laugh.

  “My parents would never let me drink wine at home,” said Mandy, picking up her glass and bringing it to her lips. “Mmm, I like this.”

  “In Europe parents let their kids drink wine at the dinner table when they’re, like, eight,” said Alexa. “We’re such puritans in America.” Alexa, too, took a sip from her glass. “Oh!” exclaimed Alexa. “Cheers!”

  “Cheers!” said Mandy, the girls clinking their glasses together.

  “Do you want to step outside for a smoke?” asked Alexa. “It’s a beautiful evening.”

  Alexa’s family’s house was positioned on a small lake, and from the back porch the girls could gaze out at the water with the sun setting on the other side. They could see only one boat across the lake, a ten-foot catamaran dinghy, with a man sitting in it holding up a fishing pole. Alexa lit up her hand-rolled cigarette and passed it to Mandy.

  “My mom gave me shit tonight about working,” admitted Mandy, puffing on Alexa’s cigarette. “She says I’ve got to make more money and move out.”

  “That sucks,” said Alexa. “Why is she giving you so much grief?”

  “Well,” started Mandy. “I think because she’s disappointed that I didn’t go off to college.”

  “You could still go,” said Alexa. “You could come to my college and we could be roommates.”

  Mandy thought about it for a moment, holding in the tobacco smoke as she contemplated. Exhaling, she passed the cigarette to Alexa.

  “Maybe,” she said. “I just don’t know if I could even get in.” Mandy stepped out of her flip-flops and let her bare feet feel the wooden deck below.

  “Sure you could,” said Alexa. “Well, just think about it anyway.”

  The girls stood in silence for a moment, both sipping on their wine glasses, Alexa fondling the small rollie cigarette between her fingers. A heron flew by about a hundred feet out from shore and skimmed across the lake. The sound of cicadas erupted and after a long sustained cacophony of chirps, the calls suddenly died out.

  “So where are your parents tonight?” Mandy said, breaking the silence between them.

  “They’re at a wedding,” said Alexa. “They’re staying out there and won’t be back u
ntil tomorrow afternoon.”

  “That’s nice,” said Mandy, now beginning to enumerate the possibilities in her head. Her mind wandered to her and Alexa’s recent cottage trip on Lake Michigan. She felt herself getting a little woozy.

  “The take-out should be here at any time,” said Alexa, stubbing out the cigarette on the deck railing and tossing it into a bush below. “I don’t know if you’re hungry yet or what.”

  “Sure,” said Mandy. “I could eat.”

  “Let’s go inside, then,” said Alexa. “So we can hear the doorbell.”

  *

  After a rousing dinner of curry at the kitchen island and another couple glasses of wine, the girls cleaned up and washed dishes. They cracked jokes and teased each other. At one point Mandy grabbed Alexa around the waist and lifted her up off the ground to show that she could do it. Alexa screamed as she was hoisted, and laughed when she was set back down.

  Once she finished wiping down the counter with a washcloth and tossing it in the sink, Alexa grabbed another bottle of wine from the rack and turned to Mandy.

  “Will you grab the glasses?” she said. “Let’s head upstairs to my room. I’ve got a TV and Netflix in there.”

  Mandy smiled and took the glasses from the kitchen island, following behind Alexa as they made their way upstairs.

  Alexa’s bedroom was large and clean, the walls were painted a faint peach and the carpet was a white berber with brown flecks in it. In the center of her room, against a wall with a big window behind it, was her queen-sized bed covered in fluffy blankets and pillows colored to match her walls. Across the room from her bed was a flat-screen television, big enough to see well from the bed.

  Upon entering, Alexa flicked on lamps at either side of the bed, producing a dim orange light in the room.

  “I’m going to go freshen up,” said Mandy, setting the wine glasses down but still holding her duffle bag. “Is it okay if I use your bathroom?”

  “Of course,” said Alexa. “It’s right there.” She pointed to the half-open door of her en-suite bathroom.

  Mandy walked into the bathroom and shut the door. When she turned the light on a fan started to run as well. Setting her duffle on the counter, she dropped her jean shorts and her black panties to the floor in one move, and made her way to the toilet. After a quick pee, she approached the mirror and primped. She put her blonde hair up in a bun and wiped some wine stains off her lips. Pursing her lips now, she made a kissing noise at herself in the mirror.

  Sorting through her duffle, she found her baby blue panties with the cream-color lace and slipped them up her legs. Next, she removed her shirt and pulled a tee-shirt from her bag. The tee was a very washed out black, with a faded and cracked white silhouette of a dove on the front, and it hugged her torso tightly. Stuffing her other clothing into the duffle, she stood up, holding the duffle by its handles with one hand, and moving a few thin tresses of hair out of her face with the other. She took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.

  Alexa was sitting on the foot of her bed, shirtless and nude up top, wearing red silk panties down below. She had the television on and Netflix up on the screen, scrolling through movies with a remote. As Mandy left the bathroom, Alexa looked in her direction and smiled. Mandy tossed her duffle to the corner and sauntered toward where Alexa sat.

  “I like your panties,” said Alexa, admiring Mandy. She dropped the remote to the bed and stood up. Approaching Mandy, she ran a single finger over the lacy band.

  “I like yours, too,” said Mandy. “They look really soft and comfy.”

  “We both made sure to wear our sleepover panties,” said Alexa, giggling and tossing her arms around Mandy’s neck. The two embraced tenderly.

  “Did you find a movie to watch?” said Mandy, pulling back from their embrace, her eyes sneaking down to Alexa’s bare breasts and then quickly reverted back to her eyes.

  “I did,” said Alexa. “But I can’t help myself right now.” She leaned in and softly pushed her lips against Mandy’s. The two of them stood there together, holding each other fondly, beginning to sweetly kiss.

  Mandy could immediately feel herself getting wet down below, the stretchy cotton fabric cupping her pussy moistening and sticking to her lips. She could feel her heart racing as Alexa touched her, as Alexa lead the kiss, and as Alexa hotly breathed into her.

  They stood there making out for a minute or so before Alexa finally pulled back. Both girls opened their eyes and smiled.

  “Oh God,” exclaimed Alexa, laughing slightly and hugging Mandy. “That feels so good.”

  Mandy laughed in agreement.

  “It feels so right,” said Alexa. “I wish we’d have discovered this in high school.”

  “Alexa,” started Mandy, nervously. She shied away from their embrace slightly.

  “Yes?” smiled Alexa.

  “Will you…” said Mandy, blushing slightly.

  “What?” said Alexa, holding onto Mandy’s arms.

  “Will you go down on me?” said Mandy, now looking away, her eyes squinting and a nervous smile plastered across her face.

  Alexa firmly pushed her lips against Mandy’s and kissed her dramatically, making a loud smooching noise.

  Running her hands up and down Mandy’s sides, Alexa slid her fingers underneath Mandy’s shirt and pulled it upwards. Mandy raised her arms and let Alexa slip it off over her head, after which Alexa dropped it to their feet. The girls embraced and kissed, pushing their chests against one another, running hands over warm skin.

  Alexa lead Mandy onto the bed and Mandy lay back against the pillows, nervous and anxious, watching Alexa’s movements intently. Climbing on top of Mandy, Alexa leaned down and kissed her chest softly, lingering on a nipple and giving it a light bite. She put her face and nose between Mandy’s tits and it rubbed up and down, her long hair falling over her face and over Mandy’s torso.

  Mandy squirmed and smiled, digging herself into the pillows and sheets and letting Alexa do whatever she wanted. She had been dreaming of this moment all day, ever since she masturbated to Alexa earlier. The subtle intoxication of the wine melded with the arousal and she started to become delightfully giddy.

  Moving down now, Alexa kissed Mandy’s stomach and in a circle around her belly button, using her hands to gracefully trace her hands up and down Mandy’s sides.

  “That tickles,” giggled Mandy, kicking her feet a little.

  Alexa looked up and grinned coyly.

  Threading her fingers into the lace of Mandy’s panties, Alexa shimmied the thin stretchy fabric down just slightly, revealing the top of Mandy’s mound and her short, manicured pubic hair. Alexa leaned in and kissed Mandy’s pubes softly, making audible kissing noises as she did.

  “Mmm,” moaned Mandy, fidgeting just a bit. She could feel herself moistening in anticipation.

  Alexa now took Mandy’s panties down over her thighs, over her knees, and off her feet, tossing them to the side, and placed her warm hands gently atop Mandy’s thighs, rubbing back and forth. Mandy spread her legs wider and covered her head with her arms, feeling vaguely embarrassed despite how turned on she was.

  Tilting her head down, Alexa planted another kiss on Mandy’s pubis and then opened her mouth and released her tongue, which gave a slow extended lick up Mandy’s lips and to her clit.

  “Whoa,” exclaimed Mandy, shifting her hips. She laughed nervously and covered her face again with her arm.

  “You taste nice,” whispered Alexa, lapping up Mandy’s pussy. She crouched on her knees between Mandy’s spread legs, running her hands over Mandy’s thighs, and keeping her head buried in Mandy’s crotch.

  Alexa then positioned her lips over Mandy’s clit and suckled it, slurping up the moisture now emanating from inside Mandy’s pussy. Alexa’s lips were wet with Mandy’s sweet grool, Alexa herself now becoming wet with excitement. She let a hand trace down Mandy’s thigh and brought her fingers in toward Mandy’s throbbing outer lips.

  With two fingers, Alexa sta
rted to rub at Mandy’s pussy, those fingers easily gliding over Mandy with the abundance of creamy lubrication. Mandy’s pussy dripped a buttery gooey succulence and Alexa lapped it up, letting it soak her lips and chin.

  “You’re wonderful,” Alexa vibrated into Mandy’s pussy, licking and sucking and applying a firm grip around her puffy lips. Mandy squealed and moaned, shifting her hips to either side.

  “I’ve been wanting this all day,” admitted Mandy, her chest heaving with her quickened breath. “I’ve been wanting you.”

  Alexa once more applied her lips around Mandy’s little fleshy nub, drinking up the slippery juices, gobbling up her folds. She then eased two fingers gradually inside of Mandy, her pussy gleefully accepting Alexa’s penetration. As Mandy felt herself being breached, her legs widened further and her legs lifted into the air. Her feet came down and rested on the bed, knees still up.

  Mandy was so enamored with the sensations, so enraptured by her friend’s loving attention. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her neck went limp. With her mouth dropping open, sighs and whines being released with each breath, she felt her bosom rising and falling as her lungs called for more oxygen. Her heart pumped and beat, and she knew she was at the edge of the cliff, so close to falling over.

  “I’m coming,” she called. “Oh my God, Alexa. Oh my God, I’m coming.”

  There was nothing more she could do but give into the intensity. Her thighs quivered and her body jolted. Reflexively, Mandy lifted her ass up off of the bed and she suddenly felt both hot and cold. A wash of release came over her head, her mind now blank and experiencing only the pleasure of this moment.