“Come for me,” moaned Alexa into her pussy between slurps. Alexa quickened her finger thrusting as Mandy’s hips and thighs bucked upwards.
“Augh!” gasped Mandy, feeling tears stream down from both eyes and beads of sweat on her brow. She beat her fist down on the bed a few times and screamed out, vocalizing her relief.
As Mandy finally began to feel her sense of calm, Alexa removed her fingers from Mandy’s pussy and ceased her sucking. She pulled back and affectionately kissed Mandy’s pussy a handful of times, her mouth wet with Mandy’s love. Alexa smiled up at Mandy who was lying there limp on the bed, trying to catch her breath.
“That was amazing,” Mandy moaned out softly.
Alexa now climbed the length of Mandy’s body and collapse next to her, wrapping her arms around her friend, pushing their sticky bodies together. Her hand grazed over Mandy’s bush lightly, caressing her mound, petting it to assist in bringing Mandy back down to Earth.
The two girls laid there, their breath beginning to sync up, and Mandy now regaining her senses returned her friend’s hug. They cuddled close and nuzzled their faced together.
“I love you, dearest,” said Alexa quietly into Mandy’s ear, then kissing it.
“I love you,” returned Mandy.
“We still have a movie to watch,” Alexa whispered. “We can cuddle until you’re ready. Just let me know.”
Mandy nodded, her eyes still closed, her breath rhythmic and deliberate.
Never once had Mandy felt like she did in this moment, so complete and so fulfilled. Her heart welled up with love for Alexa. She eased into a beautiful sense of calm, her body relaxed and limp, almost dissolving into the bed sheets. This felt so right.
BIKINI SHOPPING
*
MANDY OPENED HER eyes as rays of sun fell down on her from the large window above the bed. She felt warm, snuggled deep within the blankets, though she could feel the nipping coolness of the air outside the covers. An arm was hung over her bare waist and Mandy could sense the humid stickiness of another sleep-warmed person butted up behind her. She raised her hand up underneath the blanket and gently caressed the hand that hung over her torso.
It was a smooth, lithe hand, small and dainty.
Mandy sighed contentedly, knowing she was touching the hand of Alexa.
She stroked the backside of Alexa’s hand lovingly, simply because she wanted to admire it through touch. Mandy felt her knuckles and caressed down to Alexa’s fingertips. Alexa began to stir from sleep now, her legs fussing a bit under the covers. Mandy rubbed her foot along Alexa’s bare leg. She loved feeling Alexa’s skin near hers and she nestled back into Alexa’s totally nude body.
“Mmm,” sighed Alexa, waking just slightly, and embracing Mandy tighter, pulling herself closer to her friend.
The table on Alexa’s side of the bed held two empty wine glasses, stained red with lip marks at the rims, and an empty wine bottle. Mandy recalled their night. There was a lot of wine, there was kissing, and there was more. She reached down and touched her mound, grazing her fingers lightly through her short pubic hair. It was impossible to forget how expertly Alexa had eaten her out, how magical and perfect it was, and how close to her friend it made her feel. She never imagined how great something like that could be.
Mandy touched a finger to her pussy and felt herself getting wet. She sighed and ran her finger slowly up her slit.
Gradually Mandy flipped around, moving from being spooned by Alexa to lying face to face with her. She appreciated Alexa’s beautiful appearance, her eyes closed and her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Mandy counted the freckles under Alexa’s eyes. Seven on the left side, nine on the right side. She thought about kissing Alexa’s thin, yet pursed lips, or that single larger freckle on the side of her neck.
How did she even get here? Mandy couldn’t believe that she was lying naked in the bed of another girl. Before Alexa returned from freshman year at college and they reconnected, Mandy never even considered doing something like this. It seemed icky to her somehow. Such a weird stigma attached to it. The typical view of lesbians, she thought, was that they were butch, frumpy, overly masculine, or something like that. But here she and Alexa were, two pretty young women, both considered to be girly, enjoying each other’s bodies. The whole thing felt like a different script than Mandy had been reading her entire life.
It was all just silly stereotypes. Mandy knew that now. Lesbians don’t have to be any certain way. People are all different and they can fall for whomever they like.
Mandy then furrowed her brow as it hit her. Was she considering herself a lesbian now?
She decided she wasn’t ready to address that concern just yet and it didn’t truly matter anyway. Returning to looking at Alexa, she slowly moved her face in and kissed Alexa on the lips.
“Hmmm,” said Alexa, groggy from sleep. Her eyes began to open and she brought her hand to them to wipe the sleep out of them.
“Hi,” said Mandy softly.
“Good morning,” smiled Alexa.
They kissed tenderly once more.
“You have some wine stains on your lips,” said Alexa, gripping onto Mandy tightly and pulling her nearer. Mandy laughed and nuzzled her cheek against the side of Alexa’s head.
“What time are your parents coming home?” asked Mandy.
“Probably around 1 or so,” said Alexa. “We’ve got time.”
“I’ve got to work tonight,” started Mandy. “But we could do something in the afternoon beforehand.”
“I’ve been meaning to go shopping for a new bikini,” said Alexa. “We could go to the mall.”
“That sounds great,” said Mandy, rubbing her hands up and down the length of Alexa’s back.
“Awesome,” said Alexa, closing her eyes again and nestling her face into Mandy’s shoulder.
Mandy couldn’t help herself and she let her hands wander around from Alexa’s back down to her butt. She massaged it adoringly. Then she moved a hand around Alexa’s hip and to her front, secreting it between Alexa’s legs, solicitously caressing the soft flesh of her upper thigh.
“Ooh,” responded Alexa, an amorous smile across her lips.
“Can I just touch you a little bit?” whispered Mandy into Alexa’s ear.
“Mm hmm,” said Alexa.
Tracing her fingers upward, Mandy ran the side of her forefinger gently up through Alexa’s pussy lips. She slowly petted, her palm rubbing against Alexa’s inner thigh and her finger moving against her slit. Alexa moaned and snuggled into Mandy, wrapping her arms around Mandy and pushing their warm and sweaty bodies against one another.
“Slow down,” whispered Alexa, kissing Mandy’s shoulder.
“Sorry,” cooed Mandy. “I’m just excited.”
Mandy could feel Alexa moistening now, and she used it to her advantage by guiding her finger in between Alexa’s lips to gain some lubrication. Methodically, as though she were practicing, she stroked upward, first running her finger deeply between Alexa’s lips at the base of her pussy, then moving it lovingly up toward her clit. Taking Alexa’s advice, she did this slowly and seductively.
“Mmm,” moaned Alexa. “That feels nice.”
Next Mandy focused on Alexa’s clit. She put her finger to it and rubbed in even and consistent circles, applying light pressure and using the wetness dripping from Alexa’s pussy to keep the movements lubricated. Mandy could sense Alexa growing more aroused, she could feel Alexa’s hot breath against her neck, and she herself grew wetter as Alexa moaned “don’t stop” a few times into her ear.
Both girls’ hips were making slow grinding motions against each other’s bodies, Mandy’s hand firmly ensconced in Alexa’s thighs and fiddling with her womanhood, while Alexa’s arms were hugged around Mandy’s back and pulling them closer together. Mandy easily slid two fingers up inside of Alexa and she could feel Alexa’s thighs quiver. She thrust her fingers in and out, using her thumb to massage Alexa’s clit.
Mandy could read th
e pleasure on Alexa’s face. Her eyes were squinted shut, her forehead scrunched up showing a few soft lines, and her mouth making an O shape, her lips slack but slightly concerned. Alexa’s hips grinded against Mandy faster now, as though she were pushing herself harder against Mandy’s penetrating fingers. Mandy continued her penetration and petting with consistency, allowing Alexa to concentrate on the gratifying sensations.
“Don’t stop,” whined Alexa into Mandy’s ear. “I’m coming, please don’t stop.”
Mandy could feel the Kegel muscles of Alexa’s pussy tighten and loosen around her fingers. The side of Alexa’s face pushed into Mandy’s neck and face, and she could feel Alexa’s sweat sticking to her. Suddenly, Alexa began to moan much louder and Mandy felt her fingers squeezed tightly by Alexa’s pussy. Alexa stopped grinding against Mandy now, and instead shook and convulsed, holding firmer to Mandy to steady herself.
“Oh fuck,” called out Alexa, burying herself so close into Mandy that it would seem she was trying to burrow inside of her.
The tenseness of Alexa’s body soon faded and Mandy could feel Alexa go limp, loosening herself into the bedsheets and falling back slightly from Mandy’s embrace.
Mandy slowly removed her fingers from Alexa’s pussy and brought her hand out from her thighs, instead wrapping it around her body and hugging her tightly. The two girls lay there sweetly in each other’s arms, both with their hearts racing, both panting heavily. Mandy kissed a bead of sweat rolling down from Alexa’s brow.
“Just give me a few minutes to recover,” Alexa sighed heavily. “Just a few minutes.”
Mandy smiled to herself and held her friend close, throwing her leg over Alexa’s and intertwining limbs with her. She brought her fingers to her nose and smelled, getting a whiff of Alexa’s musky sweet aroma, and she meditated on it, so happy and grateful that she was able to delight in these ongoing passions that just weeks ago she would have discounted as iniquitous.
*
The girls ambled through the mall, each holding an extra large plastic cup of black iced coffee. Mandy wore jean cutoffs and an extra loose thin white tank top, no bra on underneath to cover her small breasts. Alexa donned all black track shorts and a heather blue v-neck cotton shirt. Both girls slinked along in flip-flops, their choice of dress consistent with the hot summer outside though the mall itself was overly air conditioned and chilly.
“I can see your pokies,” said Alexa, pointing with her plastic cup to Mandy’s nipples showing against the fabric of her tank. “It’s cold in here.”
“It’s okay,” said Mandy. “They’re not much to look at.”
“Well, you’re going to drive some of the creeps around here wild with those nips poking out,” said Alexa, sipping from her coffee now. “You could cut glass with those things.”
“Oh stop,” laughed Mandy, pushing Alexa off her step. Alexa laughed too and collided back into Mandy.
“Look,” said Alexa, stumbling into a normal gait. “Here’s the swim shop.” She stopped walking and held her arm out. “After you, dearest.”
Mandy smiled and bowed slightly, walking past Alexa and into the shop. As she passed, Alexa smacked her hard on the butt and Mandy yelped. They both laughed headily.
The store was brightly lit and the décor was surfer themed. Surfboards hung up high on the walls and a large shark was suspended from the ceiling with a surfboard in its mouth. Most of the store was women’s swimsuits, only about a quarter of it dedicated to apparel for men. Above racks of swim attire were the various brand names that the stored carried and the employees who wandered the floor were themselves dressed in swim clothes, the men in floral board shorts and rash guards and the women in short trunks, bikini tops, and flowing lightweight sun shirts.
Alexa dove in, making a beeline toward her preferred brand’s rack, and Mandy followed close behind her. She began sorting through the hanging swimsuits, looking at their various colors and patterns, flicking away the ones she instantly didn’t like, stopping on some that caught her attention, and eventually pulling one off the rack to look at it straight on.
“Ooh!” Alexa exclaimed, holding up the hanger. On it dangled a dusky blue bikini, the string ties hanging down haphazardly.
“That one’s nice,” said Mandy, taking a cocked stance to admire the suit with Alexa.
“Definitely trying this one on,” said Alexa, holding onto the hanger and jumping back into the rack. “Are you looking for anything in particular, Mandy?”
“No,” said Mandy, lazily pushing hangers around the rack. “I can’t afford a new bikini now.”
“Just look around,” said Alexa. “Try something on. It won’t hurt.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Mandy, now looking at the suits more intently. “It can’t hurt to look.”
They shuffled through the various offerings in the store, holding some suits up to their bodies to compare, laughing and making jokes, and prodding at each other lovingly. After some time spent browsing, Alexa held onto three hangers of swimsuits, but Mandy had only found one that she wanted to try on. They then decided to make their way toward the fitting rooms.
Near the fitting rooms, a young guy in bright pink paisley board shorts down to his knees and a tight shirt with a swim brand name emblazoned across it approached them and flipped his medium length blonde hair back. He smiled warmly, his tanned skin glowing. He was obviously hired because of his Californian surfer-culture looks.
“Ladies,” he said. “My name’s Chase. Find everything you need?”
“We have, Chase,” said Alexa. “Looking to get fitted now.”
“You already look quite fit,” said Chase, admiring Alexa’s body. The girls laughed at him, almost giddy.
“You’re sweet, Chase,” retorted Alexa. “But my friend here and I don’t have much time to chat. She’s got to get to work later.”
“I see,” said Chase. “Well, right this way.” He led them into the fitting room area and took a dry-erase marker from a table.
“I’ve got three,” said Alexa.
“One,” said Mandy.
“Okay,” started Chase. “I can put you in these two fitting rooms right next to each other.”
“That’s not necessary,” said Alexa. “Just put us in one. We want to help each other.”
“I see,” said Chase, googly-eyed with the possibilities and starring at the two. “What’re your names?”
“Kylie and Samantha,” said Alexa.
“Kylie and Samantha,” repeated Chase, writing their names on the dry-erase board attached to the fitting room door, as well as the number of items they each had.
“Thanks Chase,” said Alexa, pushing passed him and leading Mandy in behind her by hand. “We’ll let you know if we need anything.”
Alexa slammed the door and quickly locked it behind her, laughing now with Mandy at the whole exchange.
“What a douche,” Alexa whispered with a giggle. “Is he gone yet?”
“I think so,” said Mandy, looking through a small crack near the door hinge.
“Good,” said Alexa, now popping her tee-shirt off. As she pulled her shirt off, her bare breasts fell out and bounced softly. She then put her fingers into the elastic of her track shorts and shimmied them down her legs, pulling them up off her feet, now standing totally nude in the fitting room.
“You’re not going to try that bikini on naked, are you?” asked Mandy. “I mean, who knows who else tried on that bottom.” Alexa laughed.
“I came prepared,” she said. Alexa lifted up her black track shorts and turned them over. At the waistband across the back was a zipper a few inches long. She deftly unzipped it and from inside this hidden pocket she pulled a tiny balled-up black thong. Tossing the shorts to the side, she guided her feet and then legs into the thong, pulling it upwards and on.
“Genius,” admired Mandy. “I don’t have anything like that. I have my panties on from last night. They’ll definitely stick out the sides of this bottom,” she said, holding up h
er bikini and looking at it.
“Chill, babe,” said Alexa. “You can borrow my thong when I’m done.” She leaned in and kissed Mandy on the cheek.
Alexa proceeded to trying on a bikini while Mandy sat on the bench and sipped her iced coffee. After slipping on a blue bikini bottom over her thong, she placed the top on over her breasts and leaned down, having Mandy assist with tying and tightening it. Alexa jumped back upright and modeled, turning around and presenting her butt, small but round and firm, the edges of her ass cheeks were visible from the sides of the bottom. Mandy patted her ass, and gave her a thumbs up, heaping positivity onto her.
“That looks great,” said Mandy. “Not too revealing, but not super frumpy or boring either.”
Alexa cycled through her selection of bikinis, trying them on, modeling, and checking herself out in the mirror. She hemmed and hawed over them for a little while. She wished the straps of this one were on the top of that one. The design on this white frilly one just looked kind of goofy on her. And eventually she settled on the original dusky blue one she had grabbed first, holding it up over her breasts without putting it back on, looking at herself in the mirror.
“I think we have a winner,” she said. Alexa tossed the blue bikini top to the bench, where it now laid with the matching bottoms. Her cast-off bikinis were on a heap on the floor. “Now,” she continued. “It’s your turn.”
Alexa slipped out of her thong, naked once more, and handed it over to Mandy. Mandy took it from her and hung it from a hook on the wall. Next, she pulled off her loose tank top and set it on the bench and then off came her cutoffs and panties, those too finding a home on the bench. She grabbed Alexa’s thong from the hook and slid it up her legs, fitting it to her body.
“Thanks for this,” said Mandy, turning slightly and looking at the thong. “I’d hate to try those bottoms on without something between me and them.”
“Oh, whatever,” Alexa laughed. “Nobody ever gets them dirty.”
Mandy eased into her yellow bikini, first gliding on the bottoms and then maneuvering into the top, having Alexa help secure and tighten the clasp. She checked herself out in the mirror and struck a pose, pushing her hand into her hair and making a kissy face.
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