15. Sarah

15

SARAH

I pulled back to meet her eyes. Did I really just kiss my high school best friend?

It felt insane, and yet all I wanted to do was go back to Bri's lush lips.

A fire burned in her green eyes, one I hadn't seen in a very long time. I hoped she saw the same in mine. Because I had no idea what I was doing, but I wasn't about to stop.

Nodding to Bri, I pressed my lips into hers again. Part of me wondered if the spark would fade on a second kiss, but I was wildly wrong. A jolt of excitement pulsed through my body, heading straight to my center.

It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

I let my hands grip Bri's waist, pulling her hips into mine as a light moan escaped her lips.

Between kisses, Bri spoke, "Sarah, are you sure?"

I nodded, my hand drifting down toward the belt loops on her worn jeans. "I've never been more sure of anything." Moving forward, I backed Bri into the counter where the soapy dishes clinked together as we pressed against the cold stone. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to get close enough to her.

Bri let out a groan of pleasure as she gripped the back of my neck, teasing my lips with her tongue. She was being coy, still unsure if her "straight" best friend was actually making out with her.

So I responded the only way I knew how: by letting my own tongue explore her lips and then her mouth. She tasted sweet, her breath somehow fresh even after two slices of pizza.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before I pulled away and gripped the nape of her neck. "Do you want to see my bedroom?"

Bri couldn't stop a deep laugh from erupting in her chest. "What is this, a sleepover?"

"Would you like that?" I whispered, leaning in and grazing her ear with my lips.

A desperate whimper escaped her lips as she nodded.

I brought my hand to where hers rested on my neck and intertwined our fingers. Holding her hand, I led her through the house toward the stairs in the foyer.

As we ascended the staircase, I could feel her eyes on my ass, so I made a point to sway my hips a bit wider. I just wanted to tease her more. When I looked over my shoulder at her, she was licking her lips.

Good to know how well that works.

By the time we reached the top of the stairs, Bri was chomping at the bit.

We walked to the end of a narrow hallway toward the primary bedroom. When we reached it, Bri stopped in the doorway to look around.

"Cute," she said as her gaze flicked around the room. The walls were a boring white but covered with colorful art. She slowly stepped into the room, trying to take in her surroundings.

But I wasn't willing to wait. After that kiss, it felt like I'd already waited too long to bring her up here.

I grabbed the belt loops of her jeans and pulled her close to me, a moan rising in Bri's throat as our bodies pressed together. Our lips met again, like two magnets that had been separated for… two decades.

With each kiss, we drifted closer to my king bed. Bri turned so my back was to the mattress. She stepped closer, forcing my knees to buckle and sending my body down to the bed. I looked up at her, desperation in my eyes.

Her eyes darted down to my breasts. But she lifted her head and met my eyes. "Is this…" Gesturing toward the bed, I could fill in the blanks.

"No," I shook my head. "I sold that bed as soon as he moved out." I leaned back, resting on my elbows as I looked into her emerald eyes. "This one still needs to be broken in."

It was far more forward than I had intended, but clearly somewhere deep down, I knew exactly what I wanted. And that was Bri… all of her.

A cheeky smirk took over Bri's face. She gripped my thighs with rough hands and lifted them off the ground. In one fluid motion, she pulled my center to hers.

I whimpered. "Fuck, you're strong."

Bri chuckled and leaned down, pressing her body between my legs. "You asked why I hand chop my wood. This is the real answer."

If I could have laughed, I would have. But instead, all I could manage was a desperate moan as my hands found her biceps. She pressed her lips against mine as I squeezed the bulging muscles. With each caress of her tongue, Bri pressed her core into mine.

She hadn't even touched my folds, and I was already dripping wet for her.

After a moment, Bri stood up straight and ripped off her t-shirt. I watched the fabric lift, following the hem as it exposed rippling abs and a sexy, black sports bra. Her shoulders were broad. And although I could tell how strong she was, all I really wanted was to rest my head on her soft chest.

Bri clenched her jaw as she looked down at me in the bed. "I desperately want to take off your clothes."

"Then do it." I bit my lip.

Like an uncaged beast, Bri sprung into action. Her hands made swift work of the buttons on my jeans, pulling the denim over my wide hips. Despite her ferocity, she was careful to make sure the fabric didn't snag on the panties underneath.

She peeled the jeans off my soft legs and threw them to the ground. Pausing for a brief moment, Bri ran her fingers from my ankles up my tensed calves, past my knees, and over my trembling thighs.

"God." Bri whispered as she shook her head.

Licking her lips, she went back to her work. She leaned back toward my body, tracing lush kisses up my stomach. Sliding her hands under my shirt, Bri found my hips and gripped them as she pressed her mouth into the healed scar that lay between the lace panties and my stomach.

After a moment, she brought her mouth to the hem of my blouse. Using her teeth, Bri slowly lifted the shirt off my body. I arched my back to help her until she got to my chest.

Dropping the fabric from her mouth, Bri released her grip on my hips and used her calloused hands to pull the shirt over my head. Without taking her attention off of me for even a second, Bri tossed the shirt to the ground and kissed my neck.

"You're so stunning." She mumbled as she kissed from my neck to my collarbone, making her way down to my breasts. Her warm hands cupped them as she planted her lips against my sensitive nipple.

I put my hand in her short, brown hair, gripping it slightly as she teased me. "Oh god."

Bri looked up from her work and smirked at me. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you."

And although that was technically true, from the way she was touching me, it felt pretty obvious. She'd wanted me like this for as long as she'd known what desire was.

But I pulled her face toward mine, our skin pressing together as her torso shifted over mine. Gazing straight into her eyes, I challenged, "Then show me."

It was all Brianne needed to hear. She kissed me, pressing her tongue against mine as her hand drifted from my waist down toward my lace panties.

Her fingers played with the fabric for a moment, lifting the edges to skim the sensitive skin just below my stomach. But rather than sneaking her hand inside, she grazed over the fabric, feeling for the top of my slit. Once she found it, she pressed her fingers against my folds, freeing a moan from my throat.

"Fuck, that was fast." My eyes flashed with excitement, stunned how quickly she seemed to understand my body.

Bri smiled up at me, her fingers carefully massaging over the lace. With each stroke, I could feel my pleasure soaking the fabric, making Bri's every movement easier.

My hips grinded along her hand, searching for more pleasure.

Pulling her hand away, Bri licked her lips as she began to pull my panties down. "Can I take these off?"

I nodded, faster than I meant to. But I was undeniably eager. I needed to feel her close to me, inside me, everywhere that she could be.

With a giddy smirk, Bri drew the lace down my body. When she got it over my ass and began to pull it down my leg, a string of pleasure clung from my folds to the panties. I let out a soft whimper.

"Someone's excited." Bri's eyes burned like an emerald forest fire, hungry for me.

Biting my lip, I tried to remember how to breathe. "I've never felt like this before."

Once the underwear was off my body and in Bri's hand, she ran her finger through the slick lace. Her calloused fingers were a stark contrast to the delicate weave of my panties. But watching her gently play with the fabric, my throat breathing escalated. She brought her now slick finger to her mouth and sucked the bead of my pleasure off of it, a primal grunt erupting from her chest as she tasted me.

The sound of her excitement sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I couldn't be sure I'd ever felt this desired.

"I want to taste more of you." Bri clenched her jaw as she stood over me.

Even from the bed, I could see her chest heaving with anticipation. I bit my lip. "You can have as much of me as you'd like."

A giddy smile flashed across her face as she fell down to her knees. Looping her arms around my legs, she pulled my body to the edge of the bed.

"Oh fuck." I whimpered as she put me into position, my clit throbbing at her strength.

Bri flashed me her signature grin one more time before she started kissing up my thighs.

With each movement, my mind jumped to all the things I didn't do to prepare. I hadn't even considered our pizza night would have turned into steamy sex. But then again, I decided to wear the red panties for a reason – one that I was just putting my finger on.

Just before Bri's face lowered into my slit, I sat up on my elbows. "Sorry I didn't shave, I didn't think…"

Bri rested her forehead against my leg and laughed, the rumbling in her chest sending a vibration through my whole body. "Don't you dare apologize, Sarah. I like all of you, exactly as you are." Without another word, she buried her face in me. It started with a gentle kiss, her tongue slowly pressing against my hood.

I fell back into the mattress, my elbows beginning to tremble.

Wrapping her arms around my legs and resting her hands on my hips, Bri let her mouth take over. With wide strokes, her tongue explored my center. She started near my clit, pressing her tongue into the throbbing bead. But with each lick, she would venture lower – getting closer and closer to my dripping entrance.

A part of me was shocked by how quickly she found the right spot, by just how well she already knew my body. But it was Bri, so I should've known this would be another thing she was excellent at.

She moaned as she bobbed her head.

It was impossible to stop squirming under her touch. I wanted her everywhere. Rocking my hips, I tried to lift my center closer to her tongue. But she wasn't going to indulge me until she was ready.

She opened her eyes, a sultry look as she watched my body grind against her mouth. Watching me closer, she brought a hand down to her own center and began massaging her folds.

A grunt escaped Bri's lips, vibrating my clit in her mouth. I groaned at the feeling.

The thrust of her tongue grew more intense as she touched herself. All I wanted was to watch her.

"Bri, get on the bed." I said as I moved away from the edge of the bed, clearing space for her. "Being on your knees can't be comfortable."

Following orders, Bri climbed into the bed and laid on her stomach. Before she put her mouth back on my slit, she smirked. "I'd kneel on miles of spikes for you, Sarah."

I couldn't even respond before her tongue was back to my clit. The slight break and the sexy grumble of her voice brought me closer and closer to my peak. And now, I could watch Bri as her hips pressed into her own hand.

As she slipped her tongue inside me, I felt myself open for her. I needed more of her. She thrust her tongue in and out of my entrance, taking my pleasure with her. I felt her swallow my slickness, the thought sending another jolt of anticipation through my body.

Bri's own rubbing grew more fervent, moans escaping her lips every few seconds. As she pressed her face deeper into my center, I couldn't stop my thighs from squeezing together.

I was worried about her being able to breathe until I watched her hand speed up on her own slit. Her grip tightened on my hip, pulling me closer. I wasn't sure how someone could have such a strong tongue.

Her licking had grown so pointed and firm that I had no choice but to grip her thick hair. Under my fingers, I could feel how hard I was holding her head. But she liked it, pressing into me with equal force.

My body began to tremble, the pleasure taking over my entire being. The heat of her ragged breath sent me over, a wave of excitement making my body seize.

"Oh fuck, don't stop." I commanded her. My thighs wanted to close desperately, but Bri's face made it impossible. Instead, I wrapped my legs around her head and intertwined my ankles. It relieved enough pressure for my body to let go.

I let out a scream as Bri pressed her mouth against my clit. As I stopped grinding against her, she flicked her tongue into my folds.

With a whimper, my body tensed and froze as the final waves of pleasure washed over me.

"Fuck." I groaned, tightening my grip in Bri's hair. With a final shudder and moan, my legs fell limply to the bed.

Bri lifted her head, smirking at me as I tried to catch my breath.

My heart raced as I met her green eyes. "You're fucking incredible."

"You're one to talk." Watching me closely as my breathing slowly normalized, Bri laughed.

"What's so funny?" I raised an eyebrow.

With a shrug, Bri teased me. "After this many years waiting for you, I didn't think you'd be so easy."

Rolling my eyes, I nudged her with my hand. I can't believe I made her wait so long.