Soft

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It started out a normal outing, until Nicole was straddling her beloved friend, caressing her as she giggled and squrimed under her. She'd never seen Sally so giddy, usually she was much more composed.

But here she was, slurring words of endearment, hands settled at Nicole's hips, running up and down her torso.

She was soft. Every part of her, gentle, squishy, kind. She was so soft. From her big honest blue eyes to her fluffy red hair, all the way down to her chubby yet muscular thighs. She was soft. This had been the first time Nicole had finally been able to physically understand that.

Sally pulled her down, laying kisses against Nicole's throat and against her jawline. Nicole felt her laugh, vibrations rumbling against her skin. She'd never been so infatuated with anyone or anything before. Her touch was intoxicating, dizzying.

The two began slow, and cautious. Nicole didn't know how it ended up like this, but she hadn't minded.

"You're beautiful, you know." Sally said, staring up into wide green eyes. Nicole blushed and looked away, muttering a thank you of sorts. Sally laughed, and traced Nicole's jaw with her thumb.

"You should rest; its been a long day."

Sally's face formed a pout. "Will you keep me company?"

Nicole smiled bashfully, and nodded. She settled next to Sally, wrapping her arms around her, and nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck.

Sally turned to meet Nicole's eyes, and gave a quick peck to her lips, which turned into a prolonged and deep kiss. She rested her forehead against Nicole's, and shut her eyes. Nicole squeezed her waist, breathing out contentedly through her nose.

"Sleep well, Princess."