18. Betsy

Betsy

K elly sighed softly as our lips touched, the sound going right to my core. I teased along the seam of her mouth until she let me slip my tongue inside. Our last kiss was rough, but today I wanted to take my time. This kiss was almost leisurely, slow and gentle.

Then Kelly cupped one of my breasts, and it was game on. I groaned, shifting on top of her, my hands going to the sides of her face and holding her in place so I could deepen the kiss.

Our tongues tangled and I shifted so I could shove one of my legs between hers, grinding my lower body down and giving us both a little pressure. While I kissed her I worked Kelly's shirt upwards, desperate to see her tits. Then I groaned as I reached the impenetrable barrier of a sports bra.

I rolled off her.

"Get that thing off," I ordered. "Now."

"Bossy aren't we?" she sassed.

She sat up and reached for the bottom of the bra, then frowned at me.

"Don't look. You know as well as I do there's no sexy way to get out of these damned things."

Laughing, I turned to face the wall while she extricated herself.

"Okay."

When I turned back around I caught my breath. Her breasts were beautiful. Perfect teardrops with sharp little nipples that I couldn't wait to get my mouth on. So I didn't.

I pushed her backwards, then latched onto the closest one, sucking it into my mouth and sliding against the nipple with the tip of my tongue. Kelly groaned, pressing my head closer like she was afraid I'd pull away. As if I could.

By the time I moved to the other one Kelly was rolling her hips upwards and making the sweetest little moaning sounds. I ran my fingers down her belly and slid underneath the waistband of her shorts, unsurprised to find that her panties were damp. Mine were the same.

I rubbed back and forth along her seam, sliding the fabric along her skin, before finally pulling away and rolling back onto my side.

"That was some kiss," I said, my voice shaky.

"I'll say."

Kelly rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand and meeting my eyes. "Do we have to stop?"

"What are you saying?" I wanted to be one hundred percent clear.

"Clearly we're attracted to each other," she said. "Maybe we can do a friends with benefits thing while we're here."

"Are we friends now?" I asked curiously.

"Aren't we?" she replied. "I mean, maybe we're not invite each other to our wedding friends, but definitely meet for a drink after work friends."

I laughed. "I didn't realize you had friend tiers."

"Don't you?"

"I never thought about it before," I shrugged.

"You're fixating on the wrong thing," Kelly said, widening her eyes at me.

"Huh?"

"Do you…," she pointed at me. "Want to have sex…" she made an obscene gesture with her fingers. "With me?" she pointed at her chest. Her bare chest. Which made my brain stutter before it caught up.

"Fuck yeah," I said enthusiastically.

Kelly surged towards me, trying to roll me over, but running out of space. "These damned tiny beds."

"What if we pushed them together?" I suggested.

"Oh, that could work."

She hopped to her feet, naked from the waist up, and surveyed the room with her hands on her hips.

"What if we turn them this way," she said, pointing with her hands. "Then push them together."

"Sounds good."

We pushed the tiny bedside tables under the window, then swung both of the beds around so they were facing the side walls, pushing them together to make one bed. With the room being so small, it was harder than it looked, and by the time we were done I was sweating.

"Now I'm hot," I complained.

Kelly stalked over to me. "Why don't you take off your shirt then? You'll be cooler. In fact, take off your pants too. I believe we discussed licking pussies, and I would love to get started on that. Right now."

I was still in my pajamas, so it was quick work to get undressed. By the time I was done, Kelly had removed her shorts and underwear, standing naked in front of me. We both stilled, our eyes drinking their fill as we looked at each other's bodies.

We were similar heights, and we were both very fit and muscular, but I was curvier than Kelly. My breasts were bigger, my hips were rounder, and my thighs were thicker, but I could tell by the way she was staring at my body that she liked what she saw.

And so did I.

"Get on the bed," I said. "Let's get this friends with benefits thing started."