Trista & Ivory

"Again, again, step, step, pause, step, step, pivot, twist, turn, step, step..." Ivory's dance teacher's voice boomed through the studio along with a few attention getting claps. Trista sat watching her on the low seats at the other end. As Ivory spun her long orange-golden hair whipped around her thighs. She had forgotten to tie it back in a bun. Trista loved to run her hand through it because it was silky smooth. She would have put it up for her but they were running late. Her own hair was black and cropped short. She preferred it short on herself but she loved it long on others.

“What’s up Tris?”

“Huh? Oh I’m just thinking.” Ivory had finished the dance lesson.

“About what?” Ivory smiled at Trista with a twinkle in her eyes. “Was it me?”

“Oh… just your hair…” She paused. “Do you want to go get a bite to eat or something?” Trista asked. Ivory nodded and they headed out the door. Both had recently turned eighteen and moved out together.

In their usual booth at the pizza parlor they ordered drinks and a pizza between them. They were one of the few people that sat at the booth because the lighting didn’t reach into it properly which cast it in shadow. They sat next to each other so they could look out at the growing crowd of diners. It took little effort for Trista to get hot. She often wore skirts to hide the wet spots on her panties. Ivory could see the warning signs. Unconsciously Trista would start to get goosebumps and would rub her hands down her legs as though trying to warm up. Ivory caught Trista’s right hand and cupped it against herself. She smiled in pleasure at her. Ivory put her own hand up Trista’s skirt and startled to rub through the panties. Trista sighed. She could feel herself building up.

“No. Not here.” They hastily finished the pizza, paid and left. As soon as they got through the front door Trista’s skirt was pushed to the floor with her panties. Ivory sank to her knees and suckled Trista. She worked her top off, moaning softly as Ivory gently bit at her bud. She then leant forward to get at Ivory’s dance outfit. Ivory helped slip her leggings off. A wet spot apparent on the crotch. “Oh god!” She moaned as she was pulled to the shag carpeting. Ivory worked her was up trailing her tongue across Trista’s stomach, pausing at the navel and delving into it a few times before continuing up to her hard nipples. Trista’s nails dug softly into Ivory’s flesh. She moaned around Trista’s nipple.

“Wait here.” Ivory stood and left the room. Trista started to finger fuck herself. Ivory returned with a double headed dildo. She pushed one end into Trista and pumped it in and out a few times.

“Oh!” A cry escaped Trista’s lips. Ivory then pulled it out and slid the other end into her. She then positioned herself over the glistening cum covered end and lowered herself onto it. Pumping softly working her way faster and faster. Trista’s own hips thrust forward to meet Ivory’s. They grinded together, moving the dildo into the other. Ivory’s mouth moved over Trista’s nipple again and began to gently lick and bite at it. “Oh my god. I’m coming.” Trista screamed. Ivory nodded and smiled. She rolled her over just in time to feel Trista’s hot liquids trickle down the dildo onto herself. This sent her body into spasms.

“Please…” She pleaded with Trista. “Harder.” Trista didn’t stop pumping. Now she was upon Ivory’s nipples. Caressing one and suckling the other. Trading back and forth between the two. Her nails again dug into Ivory’s soft flesh, this time into her breasts. She could feel heat rising again. She sat up and rode the dildo. She pushed it further into Ivory and played with her bud.

“Come for me baby.” She cooed at her. Ivory’s head started to thrash wildly, her hair soaked in their sweat shined from the remaining day light that streamed through the window. She continued to ride the dildo while she pushed it ever deeper into Ivory’s depths. A scream pierced the sound of their love making. Trista pulled the dildo out of Ivory and lay across her 69ing her. The dildo still within her. She lapped at Ivory’s juices while Ivory pumped the dildo into her. Trista came again all over Ivory’s face. She turned around and kissed Ivory. Their juices mingled with each other. Tongues explored each other’s mouths. “Mmm…” She smiled at her. “I love you.” Ivory reached to the couch and pulled a blanket across them selves.

“I love you too.” They drifted off to sleep as they cradled each other.