Bitch, I Love You

Heather snickered. I'd told her about his favorite word.

Davin slumped forward, covering me with his bulk. My back was sticky where we met. His sweat, or mine? Underneath me, Heather stopped snickering. Davin was heavy.

I felt the weird internal tug of a softening penis leaving me. I squeezed my kegels, not wanting anything to escape with it. His thumb started to pull out too. It suddenly felt much bigger in my ass, far more invasive, now that I wasn't being fucked. I clenched harder as it left, even though it hurt a little.

Heather stroked my hair. I tried to pick up my head and look at her, but Davin's weight made it awkward. I settled for un-suctioning my lips from her neck. "Did he?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Did you?"

"No."

"Mmmh. Good."

"Bitch."

Davin's weight receded. I felt a little bit less like a squeezed tube of toothpaste—without the cap.

"Hey stud," Heather said. "Do you think you could grab us some drinks?"

"Yeah, of course," Davin said.

"Water," I clarified. "And, maybe give us a few minutes alone?"

There was a pause before Davin said, "It's my room."

"Yeah. It's just, girl talk. You know?"

"It's not like we're going to steal anything. Nothing I can't hide up my vag, at least." Heather added.

I heard the clink of a belt buckle, and Davin stepping heavy on the thin wood flooring. "Right. Sorry. I'll uh, be back with some water in ten."

"Fifteen," I said.

"...Sure"

Behind me a door squeaked open, and then closed. I shifted my weight, not to move, but just to admire again how well I fit against Heather.

"Stop it," she said.

"What?"

"Falling in love with me. I can feel you doing it."

I nuzzled her neck. "You're just projecting." I tried a little nibble.

"Gah!" Heather tried to make a barrier with her hand. "Eww. Did you drool on me?"

"Kisses?" I suggested hopefully.

"From a sucker fish, maybe!" Laughing, she shoved me off of her.

It wasn't really a single shove. More a series of increasingly instant adjustments as she sat up and rolled me over at the same time. The result was that I ended up on my back, but half sitting up.

I found myself clutching at my pussy. "Dude. Careful!"

"Hmm?" Heather asked, shaking out her hair. The curls bounced back admirably, except for a stubbornly mussy section near where my head had been.

"I'm," I wiggled my fingers against my vagina, testing, "you know... full."

"Oh. Right."

We both looked at each other, then down at my finger covered vagina. I knew what I wanted to say. Hell, I knew what I was supposed to say, and it was the same thing. Heather had all but promised to eat me out once Davin came inside me. And it was so rationally clear that she was waiting for me to direct her to do just that. But for some reason, even though the words were right there, bouncing around in my head, I was too nervous to say them.

Heather waited for me. She was even patient about it. But eventually, she had to give up. "Hey Melly?" she prompted.

"Yeah?"

"Are you having fun?"

I nodded, feeling silly and meek.

"Good. Me too." When I still didn't say anything she leaned in conspiratorially. "Thanks for making me throat him. That was hot."

"Bet you're sad he didn't cum in your mouth though," I blurted out. They were not the words I'd originally planned.

Heather visibly stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "Yes," she said, with the flat inflection of a porn actress reviewing her lines. "I wish there was some way I could still have his cum."

"Fuck it. Come here," I reached out for handles of Heather's hair, not unlike how I'd controlled her for Davin. She let me pull her in, and down, between my legs.

It wasn't how I would have chosen Heather to meet my pussy for the first time. I still felt swollen and puffy from fucking Davin, messy too—better not to visualize that. I peeked down at Heather, who'd laid down on her stomach as I guided her in. She was sticking out her tongue, reaching for me. But not in a sexy way. More like she was about to taste something gross on a dare. "Don't make that face," I whined.

Her eyes flicked up to mine. The angle made them look extra big. Green and gold was a nice combination. "So sorry for discovering I prefer my twats un-jizzed," she said.

Weirdly, that made me feel a little better. I could imagine she was just judging Davin. Which was good, because even though I was the one tugging her by the hair, and her nose was almost touching me now, certainly close enough to smell me—who was I kidding, the whole room smelled like me—, I was feeling very very self conscious.

Right at the base of my opening, Heather gave me a tentative, stiff, lick. There was nothing lustful or even erotic in the way she did it. It shouldn't have made me go all wobbly. But it did. Without really thinking I simultaneously pulled her to me and pushed my hips at her. Just from that one tease, I was immediately desperate for the real thing.

Heather squeaked in protest at the rough treatment. I was shoving her around by her roots, after all. Even once she was in position, the complaints didn't stop. Though they became lower pitched, more of a whine. In my excitement it took me a moment to realize exactly what she was complaining about. But then I felt it. A slithering tingle as something escaped past the imperfect seal I'd forgotten to keep holding.

Heather said something. But she was hard to understand with her tongue out. And out it was, diligently lapping up the cum that spilled out of me.

It felt wrong. Humiliating to be depositing—eww, there must be a better word—expelling? No, that was worse. Okay, I was leaking into my best friend's mouth. There was just no nice way to put it.

But at the same time, the flutter of her tongue, sometimes dipping almost inside me to stop any mess from sneaking down to the bedsheets, was heavenly. I doubt there was any embarrassment I wouldn't have endured if it meant Heather would keep gently lapping at me, not now that I knew what I'd be missing.

I relaxed my grip on her hair. Instead, I fanned it out to cover my hips in a golden blanket. With my shame hidden from view, but Heather's soft tongue still wonderfully real, I leaned my head back and sighed.

"Holly fuck."

I opened my eyes to see Davin standing in the doorway. He was naked with a glass of water in each hand. His cock—which had been hanging soft, but heavy—was quickly rising.

"Took you long enough," I said.

"It's been exactly fifteen minutes," Davin put the waters down on the nightstand.

"Wait, can I actually have one of those?" I said. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until just this moment.

Heather giggled from under the pile of curls that was my lap. Her bare butt, not similarly shielded, wiggled in time. I put my palm on the back of her head, encouraging her to go without water herself for a little longer. She'd just had some fluids, I reasoned.

She did keep licking at my opening, and the valley of me that led up from it, as I brought the glass to my lips. It was tricky. A two handed task. I hadn't realized how shakey she'd got me until I'd almost given her a literal cold shower.

"So should I—" Davin took the glass back from me. Which was a good thing, because Heather chose that moment to finally—after so many long minutes of teasing disguised as thorough cleaning—flick her way up to my clit. I barely handed off the water in time.

"You can, uh— Give me just a minute. Oh, wow."

Davin smirked. "Just a minute?"

"Might not take that long," I assured both him and Heather.

I wasn't lying. Heather may not have gone down on a girl before, but she knew what she liked, and apparently I liked it too. Or maybe I was just so pent up that anything would have done the trick. It didn't matter. What mattered was the way she fluttered her tongue along my clit, rolling the warm waves of pleasure up and down and up again, a little stronger each time.

I moaned, loud so she could hear me under her mess of hair. I knew Davin was watching, cock in his hand. But I didn't care. I was happy to be his porn if this was the kind of scene I got to shoot.

"Mmmh." I tangled my fingers in Heather's curls. Not tight, this time. Massaging. Caressing. Letting her know how much I loved— what she was doing. "Oh god, Heather. Don't stop," I sighed.

Of course the fucking bitch couldn't resist that opportunity! The pleasure stopped. I whimpered in frustration, missing Heather's tongue and internally kicking myself for putting her up to it.

She said something. It was too muffled by my thighs and her hair to understand. But I could feel the breath of it tickle my clit. She was still right there!

She reached up and brushed her curls to one side. My modesty blanket was gone, but I didn't care. I could see her now, she was a button nose length from my pussy and it took everything I had not to yell at her to just get back to work.

She spoke again, intelligible this time. "Get the lube, Davin."

In my peripheral vision, the vague shape that was Davin gave a start. "Sure. Uh, did you bring some, or?"

"It's in my purse," I said quietly. I was aware this only feed the anal slut narrative Heather had spun for Davin. But I wasn't going to fight it. Not while my orgasm, though fading away back down the path it had been riding in on, was still only a few flicks of Heather's tongue away.

Davin stumbled off to go rummaging in my purse. I looked down at Heather. Two green eyes looked back at me from the sea of curls. They feigned innocence.

"You're really good at that," I said.

They blinked at me.

"C'mon, please? I'm literally begging!"

"Oh, are you close?" Heather stuck out her tongue and enfolded my clit, soft but forming. She licked me once. It felt like my entire nervous system was being pulled along with it.

I wobbled. "Do that again."

Her tongue poked out. Pink and shimmering, it formed into the same little cup shape. I watched it, the way you watch a heavy water drop preparing to fall. My pussy was buzzing, ready to ignite around another lick like that last one.

Heather stuck her tongue back in her mouth. "I dunno," she said. "I might be over all this gay stuff"

"Heather—"

"Maybe after Davin rails your ass. But probably not, that sounds kinda—"

Once again, I grabbed handfuls of Heather's hair. I rolled her onto her back, twisting until her body had to follow. "Ow, bitch, that hurts!" she yelled. But I quieted her, my own body completing its arc and muffling her complaints between my straddling legs.

I felt bad. Just for a second. But then I looked down and saw her eyes, full of mischief, sparkling up at me.

"You tricked me."

Heather hummed her agreement into my pussy. The vibrating buzz was pleasant. But also unbearable because it wouldn't make me cum and anything short of orgasm seemed a torturous tease right then. I widened my knees, letting graving smush my desperate sex against her chin, her lips, her nose.

Something cold and wet slicked against my asshole. In my wanton state I didn't even startle as Davin spread lube on me.

"Not inside," I said. "Not yet."

Heather tilted her head back, escaping her nose and mouth momentarily.

"Wait until she—"

On reflex, I hopped forward to recapture her.

"—cums, then she'll—"

She wriggled away again. Even that felt nice. My wetness slicked so much of her face now, I could have ground myself to release on any of it.

"—be all loosey goosey!" Heather squeaked before I pinned her for good. My flat palms were trapping huge swaths of her hair against the bed. My clit was presented to her lips like I thought I might be able to just fuck her with it. This time she wasn't going anywhere, and she knew it.

Finally, Heather took me over the edge. And with a slow, torturous, lapping, she held me there.

I kept thinking it would end. I'd crest some precipice and feel the familiar gliding descent begin. But then, Heather's tongue would cut through, wrapping me in its embrace and hoisting me back up where the air was too thin for thoughts and sensation reigned.

When she did let me fall, Heather took me down slowly. And when I finally settled back in my body, she was finishing a final luxurious lick, leaving me with somewhat the impression that I'd only come down because she let me.

I let my weight settle on my arms, shifting them a little so as not to pinch Heather's hair. She was looking up at me. Her smile was hidden, but I could tell it was there, both through her eyes and the tickle it made on the inside of my thighs. I smiled back, the weary, relieved, smile of someone back from a long journey.

The pleasant rubbing pressure on my asshole was replaced with something more focused. Experimentally, Davin pushed his cock against me. With a rush that was not wholly unpleasant, but a little too intense on the heels of my orgasm, we both found that I was, in Heather's words, a little more loosey goosey.

Heather read the widening of my eyes instantly. "Wait!" She wriggled like a fish, squirming her way out from under me, knocking Davin and my attempt at coupling apart as she did so. Collecting herself on her knees, she went to fix her hair, but gave up immediately, finding it full of new tangles. "Sorry, I was just like, right there," she said.

When nothing immediately happened, she shuffled forward, hoisting me up by the biceps so we were both kneeling. I felt my butt shift back against Davin's cock in the new position. I felt luridly presented. Like I was reaching for him more than asking for it. His cock pushed back in response, and I grabbed Heather's own arms for support as I felt myself being opened by it.

She rested her forehead against mine. It felt like we'd been looking into each other's eyes for ages. I was sure she could read from them exactly how much of Davin's cock head was in limbo between my insides and outsides. "I can't believe he's about to fuck your ass," she said, just as the critical point was reached and it became a reality.

"Oooh, bad bitch," Heather cheered me on. Davin's favorite expletive was appreciated too, but carried less weight. At least he rocked in me gently, regularly massaging more lube around my ring while the pulling sensation slowly transitioned to a less concerning glide.

Still, it was a lot. I needed a distraction. Something so that I could only half focus on the strange and vulnerable feelings—the nice half. Heather's eyes were distracting, but not the right kind of distraction. They made my heart beat faster and my mind rush. I needed the opposite, mindless, instinctual. "Can I lick you?" I asked.

Her eyes flicked away. I felt a sudden pulse of melancholy. Strangely, it seemed to relax me for Davin. "No," Heather said. But her eyes and smile returned quickly. "You could use your fingers though?"

That was good enough for me. I needed one hand to steady myself, but with my other I found my best friend's thigh. From there, I knew the way. She was satiny. A mixture of old and new fluids that spread over her like water on ice. I pulled it greedily from her core, but never fully entered her. Somehow, I sensed that particular intimacy deserved a different moment.

"Could you cum again?" Heather asked me a while later. We were both breathing heavy. Her, eagerly, from my fingers. Me, laboriously, from Davin's cock—which was growing steadily bolder.

I shook my head slightly. Her curls, a little privacy screen for our connected heads, jostled along with me. "Not while— But it would still feel nice."

We both giggled when I almost fell over from losing the support of one of Heather's hands. "You're so wobbly," she laughed.

"You try it."

"Not today, bitch. He's gonna cum in your hoe—" Heather's eye line fuzzed. In my repositioning, I'd stumbled on something she liked. "Yes please," she murmured.

I kept thumbing her that way, tugging the hood of her clit down, never touching her button directly. As much as Heather could read my eyes, I could read hers too. I watched her sliding slowly but steadily out of control. Her fingers between my legs were nice, but they barely registered. Even Davin's cock, which was literally rocking all three of our bodies with every thrust, was distant and muted compared to the thrill I felt coaxing Heather closer to orgasm.

I thought back to Kimmy Pale. Her hand down my pants. Me, even drunk, too nervous to return the favor. Heather teasing me about it. If only either of us could have known.

Heather's eyes shut, "Melly," she sighed.

"Oh, are you close?" I said. I used my Heather voice. It wasn't a good impression, but it was the one I always used when mimicking her. So she knew it.

Her eyes shot back open. "Don't you dare!" I thumbed down on her hood so it ended in a squeak.

"Should have thought of that before—"

Heather and I had been kneeling forehead to forehead, making a triangle of our bodies. Now she threw herself into me. Our thighs intermingled, splitting each other and trapping our hands between them. She squeezed not just her tits, but her belly too, against mine, wrapping an arm around me for leverage. But mostly, she kissed me.

We opened to each other, two eager mouths each used to playing the same submissive role. And so, in the little void, our tongues reached out and found each other.

Heather cried something wordless into me. And as her thighs clenched around mine I understood my role. I closed the space between us, sucking out the air and taking her tongue into my mouth where I could massage her and echo back her noises in reverberating harmony.

"Fuck," said Davin. Two heavy hands settled on my shoulders. They pressed me down and back toward him. I wasn't sure why. His balls were already slapping against my pussy. There was nowhere deeper for him to go.

Heather's belly unstuck from mine. I grunted my exertion, trying to stay upright against Davin's weight. It was impossible, I felt myself collapsing. So I focused on the only two things that really mattered: my thumb on the hood of Heather's clit and the seal of our mouths.

Admittedly, the magic for me was broken in those moments. Trapped between Davin and Heather as they both shuddered into their orgasms, I was not myself overcome with pleasure. In fact, I was pretty uncomfortable.

But I wouldn't have done it any other way. I held them both. Her with everything I could. Him with just my asshole, but that's still a lot for a girl to give.

Heather came sharp and sudden, her apex was announced by a shriek that disappeared into my lungs. Davin came like a dude, full of grunting and rapid shallow strokes that did nothing to prepare me for the single burying plunge at the end.

Heather was sitting on my bed when I got back to the room. She looked preposterous, dressed in a hodgepodge of Davin's oversized clothes. Basketball shorts that could have been capris. A tee that suggested hip-hop, not princess. Our plan had been a good one, but in classic hoe fashion, we hadn't thought past the sex.

"Feel better?" she asked.

I blushed. I was coming back from the bathrooms, having been unenthused about doing my double creampie cleanup at Davin's thin walled place.

My swivel chair squeaked in protest against my exhausted slump. It translated my poor accuracy into a rotation. That was fine. I let it spin me slowly around to face Heather.

"So?" she said, once I'd completed my orbit.

"So, what?"

Heather tossed her hair. If fell back down weightily. Not the usual effect.

"So, did you fall in love with me?"

It wasn't really a surprising question. And I had my response ready. Some girl in pink flip flops had been taking her sweet time in the shower. So I'd had some thinking time before taking care of business. "Not in a gay way," I quipped.

Heather didn't press the issue, which did surprise me. I'd planned out a whole conversation full of whitty retorts, dodges, and half truths. It was almost disappointing.