Girl Crush

Euphoric

I held her close and she dozed off in my arms, exhausted. I watched her sleep. Memorized the details of her face. Her long eyelashes. Her button nose. Those pouty lips.  I ran my finger lightly across her bottom lip, leaned over and kissed her, not wanting this dream to end.

I pulled the blankets up around her naked body. She snuggled into me, rolling toward me and pulling me into her.

"I can't stay awake," she murmured softly.

"It's okay," I replied, running my fingers through her mussed hair, pulling it out of her face. "Get some sleep."

I am not normally the cuddling kind, but she felt so good wrapped around me. I lay there replaying everything in my mind. The way she felt. How she tasted. The sounds she made when she orgasmed.

There was a cold, wet puddle in my boxers. My clit was still hard and swollen. I could feel the blood racing back to my core as I replayed those scenes that had just transpired.

Her breathing became deep and even. I slid my arm out from underneath her. She stirred but then continued sleeping.

I rolled out of her bed, walked into the bathroom and washed my hands. I ran the water through my hair, and over my face. I grabbed a towel and dried off.

I took off my shorts and boxers, deciding against getting myself off and just cleaning up a bit. I flushed the toilet and pulled my boxers back on. "Sofie?" I heard, coming from the bedroom.

"I'm here," I replied. "Do you need anything?"  Silence. "Lisa?"

I poked my head out of the bathroom. She was sitting up in bed. "Would you bring me a damp washcloth?" she asked, looking a little embarrassed.

I wet a washcloth, rung it out and walked over to the bed to hand it to her. Her eyes were avoiding mine. "Are you okay," I asked?

"Just a little, uh... sticky," she responded, covering her face. I sat down on the bed and took her hands. "Don't be embarrassed. You are amazing. I love how wet you get." I was smiling but she covered her face again.

"Oh, God, me? You are amazing. Your mouth is amazing. The things you can do with your tongue..." she trailed off, remembering.

I lean over and kissed her ear. She took her hands away from her face. She leaned in and kissed me back. I felt her fingers slide into my hair, her hands on either side of my face. Her kisses gentle and warm. I want to pull her to me, but I have this wet washcloth in my hand.

I make to set it on the nightstand, and she guides my hand between her legs. I wash her off and then toss it on the floor.  She giggles. "Thanks."

We kiss some more, slow and passionate. I flick my tongue over her lips. She nibbles on my lower lip. She pulls me close to her and then pushes me back onto the bed.

She straddled my hips and noticed my boxers. "You took off your shorts!" she exclaimed. "Yeah," I laughed. "I was in the bathroom trying to clean up a bit."

"Because you were wet, too?" she teased.  It was my turn to blush. "Well, yeah," I offered. " You turn me on. Like a whole lot."

"I do?" she realized.

"Are you kidding me?" I smiled. "Just thinking about you turns me on. You have no idea what happens when I get to kiss and touch you. It's a lake down there." I laugh.

"It is?" she inquires. Like the thought never occurred to her. "I mean," she stammered, "I know you are turned on by me." She giggles. "Like, I notice the way you look at me when we have been around one another. But I never thought that I would turn you on so much that you get wet." She breathes in slowly and exhales with force. "That turns me on. A lot."

I grinned at her. "Does it make you wet?" I cock my eyebrow at her. She takes my hand and places it between her thighs. She is warm and I can feel a slick spot forming at her entrance. I smile. I slide my finger over her wetness and circle her clit.  She gasps.

Before I know what hits me, she pushes me back onto the bed.  She grabs the top of my boxers and starts pulling them down.  "Wait, um, what ..." but I don't finish, because she is running her fingers back and forth over my slit.

This isn't the usual situation for me.  I like to give.  I like to top.  I want to be in charge of what is going on.  I like giving pleasure. But it feels good.  And she is sexy as hell. Naked. On top of me.  

She straddles me and I slide my fingers between us.  "I really wish I had my strap," I thought to myself.  "What a missed opportunity."  She thrust her hips into me, again and again as my fingers slide over her and she comes again, a huge, sticky puddle between us.

She sort of melts off of me and onto her side, next to me.  Her breathing was hard.  "I'm exhausted," she gasped.  "I've lost track of how many orgasms I have had!"

"Five," I recounted. "Just five."

"Just five" she exclaimed!  "That is about how many I have in a typical year. I never believed sex like this could be real."

I rolled over to face her and I kiss her.  Slow and deep.  I hold her next to me and feel her warm skin in my hands.  I don't want this to end. 

I intertwined my legs with hers and pulled her core close to mine.  We started moving against one another.  We find the right angle and rhythm, and it is delicious, a glorious tangle of limbs, grinding and rubbing against one another.  I came. She came.  We melt into each other, panting and gasping for breath.