I push open Catherine’s door without knocking. Same old routine. Best friends, right? But today, her living room hits different. She’s sprawled on the couch, half-naked. Skirt hiked up, thighs spread wide. Fingers buried in her nearly bald pussy, rubbing hard. Eyes shut, lips bitten. She’s lost in it, moaning soft.
First time seeing a girl like this, live. No porn bullshit. Curiosity freezes me. Should I sneak out? Let her finish? Heart pounds. But she spots me. ‘Sorry, Valérie, door was open.’ She sits up slow, no shame. Pussy glistening.
The Awakening
I mumble apologies, back away. ‘Stay. I finished anyway.’ She laughs. ‘Didn’t shock you?’ ‘Nah, I do it too.’ Lie a bit. Rare for me. Then she hits me: ‘Show me how you do it. Fair’s fair.’
Shock. Me? No way. But she’s my girl. I lift my skirt, awkward. Rub over panties. She watches, eyes hungry. I slide fabric aside, fingers on my slit. Hers restarts, no panties. Tiny bush above smooth lips. She’s into it. Me? Stressed. Dry.
She pulls me close. ‘C’mon, sit.’ Her scent hits as I pass. Musky, wet pussy smell. Intoxicating. Sits beside her now. Hand back between legs. For real this time. I’m soaking. Can’t stop sniffing her aroma. Insane urge. Lean in. Nose to her pussy. Breathe deep. Dizzy. Tongue slips out. Lick her folds. Salty, sweet. Suck her lips. She arches, offers more.
Find her clit. Swirl tongue. She gasps, grabs my hair. I’m hooked. Never wanted this. But her taste? Forbidden fruit. Pussy juice floods my mouth. My own cunt throbs, untouched.
That flips the switch. No turning back. Excitement surges. Interdit thrill. Straight girl devouring best friend’s snatch. Adrenaline mixes with lust. Body on fire.
The Ravenous Act
She cums fast. Shudders. Floods my face. I lap it up, greedy. Then she flips me. Her tongue on my pussy. Electric. We grind, sixty-nine. Tongues deep, fingers probing asses. Raw, animal.
Days blur. Sneak meets. Coffee runs turn to quick licks in her kitchen. Work breaks? Finger-fuck in bathrooms. Pussies grinding scissor-style on her bed. Learn her spots. Her nibble on my nipples. My thumb in her ass while tongue-fucking clit. She squirts once. Soaks sheets. I cum harder than ever with Damien.
Sweat-slick bodies. Pussy lips swollen, red. Her scent clings to me. Taste lingers. No limits. Toys later. Double dildos. Strap-ons. Her fucking me doggy, slapping ass. Me pegging her, pulling hair. Visceral. Juices everywhere. Orgasms rip us apart.
Maris clueless. Ours hate each other anyway. Perfect cover. Days of bliss. Pussy obsessed. Her tight hole owns me.
Then gone. She moves. Calls fade. Number dead. Alone now. Nights? Fingers in cunt, sniffing old panties I stole. Replay her moans. Tongue her ghost pussy. Cum screaming ‘Cathy!’
Secret burns sweet. Oozed the unspeakable. Still straight? Mostly. But that taste? Irreplaceable. Thrill of taboo. No regrets. Just wet ache. Cathy, if you read: your pussy haunts me. Miss licking you dry.