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The girls sit a few feet apart, staring out their respective windows, watching the dark houses pass by through the quiet streets of Pittsburgh. Fourth of July festivities have died down, most families at home sleeping and the rest of the city still out at the bars. The Uber is silent, listening to the hum of the engine as it passes over the bumpy roads of the city. Trinity and Mel can feel their definitely-more-than twelve hour shift drying up on their bodies, leaving them both cold and sticky. And a few extra hours at karaoke, leaving their throats dry and eyes burning.
Trinity utters a hoarse, “Thanks,” when the car stops, both slipping out without any more conversation.
Mel rushes around the car and follows Trin to the front door of her apartment, still attached to her hip from the bar. They walk through the dark living room to her bedroom. She flips a switch, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It’s small and cluttered, clothes in piles on the floor, books and journals scattered around, her purses attempting to hang on hooks that are peeling off the wall.
Mel awkwardly stands in the center of her room noticing a shelf of knickknacks, spotting a mini fairy figurine, “Aw. You know, I once dressed up as a-”
She freezes, staring down at Trinity’s uncovered tits. They’re beautiful. Round and full sitting low on her chest. Her dark puffy nipples contrast her porcelain skin. They’re hard and pointing right at her.
Trin looks up, unbothered, “Dressed as what?”
“Oh, um- no, nothing.” Mel’s eyes dart away, turning around slightly embarrassed, “Sorry.”
“For what?” Trin’s tongue is heavy in her mouth, still slurring her words.
“I didn't know you were changing.”
She chortles, “I’m not.”
Mel nods, the image of her perfect rack burned in her eyes. Her t-shirt suddenly feels tight, her core heating up. The room feels like it’s getting smaller, like she can’t breathe right.
“C’mon. Let’s go to bed.” Trinity smacks her arm. “It’s been a long fucking day.”
Mel gasps, biting her lip. Trin’s touch excites her, the same way she felt on that stage when Trin ripped the hair tie out of her braid. Forceful and passionate, making the right decisions for her. Mel turns back around and watches as Trinity steps out of her pants, left only in a dark pair of underwear. Her hips are full and delicious, in contrast to Mel’s own slender body. She feels her hands on the hem of her shirt, and before she can change her mind, she pulls the green fabric over her head.
Trinity straightens out the comforter on her bed, glancing at Mel as she undresses. She moves politely, folding her shirt and placing it on her vanity. A warmth stirs in her belly as Mel pulls down her scrub pants. Her eyes track up her legs, shamelessly staring at her small ass.
Mel has never been nearly naked in front of another girl before. She catches Trinity’s eyes wandering, thrill seeping in, through her exhaustion. She’s unsteady on her feet, wavering as she lays under the covers.
Trinity joins her, groaning out as soon as her head hits her pillow, “Fuuuck. I’ve been waiting for this all day. There was a moment there I really thought I wasn’t gonna make it. Thought I was gonna be stuck in that damn ED for the rest of my life.”
“It wasn’t too bad, you know? We’ve definitely had worse.” Mel offers.
Painful memories flash through both their minds, staring up at the ceiling in an eerie silence. Trinity allows herself to stand corrected. She inhales, ready to change the subject. “You looked really good at karaoke while singing.” She paused. “You looked free.”
“Oh, um. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” It sounded so genuine.
“I actually did feel really good. Like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.”
Trinity smirks to herself, “That would be the tequila."
Mel flips over on the bed, propping up on her elbow. “What tequila?”
“Well… the tequila I put in your drink.” Trinity turns to look at Mel, her head still on the pillow.
Mel’s face contorts, shock to anger turning into something completely new. Her dark brows raise then lower, her lips mouthing words, attempting to speak as she works through her emotions.
Trinity examines her delicate expressions, trying to decipher them. “I hope you’re not mad, Mellie.”
Mel hesitates, staring into her round, sage eyes, “Mellie?”
“Yeah, too tired to come up with something more original."
Mel smiles, baring all her teeth, “I like it.” It makes her feel special. “And I’m not mad. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Of course, girl. Anytime.”
Neither lay back down or close their eyes. They stare at each other, stuck in limbo. Enwrapped in soft cotton, their arms and legs throbbing from fatigue. Hearts still beating hard in their chests, unable to relax their central nervous system long after a difficult shift.
Trinity can barely keep her eyes open, catching glimpses of a stranger in her bed. Mel kept her hair down, out of her normal braid, still naturally parting to the side like a brassy waterfall flowing over her right cheek. Her round cheeks blush and hazel eyes glimmer in the low light. She looks like a magical forest nymph, blessing her sheets. Trin adjusts her posture, allowing the blanket to slip over her shoulder. Out of pure curiosity, she exposes her tits again, watching as Mel licks her lips.
Mel wants the beautiful woman splayed in front of her more than she’s ever wanted anything else in her life. She’s never had girlfriends she could go out with. Always in the hospital with her parents or at home with her sister. Missing out during college, never developing the “ever-lasting” bonds. Tonight feels different, she’s never felt so taken care of.
Trinity reaches forward, sliding Mel’s glasses down her nose, resting them on her nightstand. Mel lays back on her pillow, her blonde hair creating a halo around her head. She squints, focusing on her friend above her. Trin’s short, brown hair frames her face, some strands falling forward. She explores Mel’s body underneath the covers, finding her hip with her soft fingertips, tracing the hem of her panties. She gropes her ass, squeezing her firm flesh, wanting to bite a chunk of it out.
Mel giggles, carefree and happy, relishing in the gentle touch of a friend. New ideas and possibilities leave her dizzy as Trinity shifts closer, wrapping her smooth legs around Mel’s. They intertwine, melding into one before Trin pushes her heel into Mel’s calf, forcing her knees apart. Mel gasps, her cunt exposed, feeling a warm arousal leak out of her. The weight of Trinity on top of her makes her grind her hips, wanting more. She stares at her plump lips, and leans forward.
Trinity takes up the rest of the space, kissing Mel back. They hum against each other, taking long and sloppy breaths into the other's mouth. Sucking on each other’s lips, they grow giddy swapping spit. Their minds empty, only the hunger for pleasure keeps them going.
Trin realizes she's taken charge, sliding her tongue into Mel’s open mouth, keeping her jaw wide open. She pulls back, heaving, “Fuck, I haven’t done this in awhile.”
Mel blinks, the tip of her nose a pale pink. “Well, I-I’ve never.”
Trin’s expression softens, her round brows raising, “No, Mellie?”
“Well, not technically. Not with a girl.”
Trin smiles, diving back down, stealing another soft kiss. She reaches for Mel’s bra strap, running her index fingers underneath it, mumbling, “Take this off.”
Mel nods, helping her move it off her shoulder, “Yep. Mhm-mmm.” She unhooks her nude bra, disposing it somewhere off the edge of the bed.
Trinity cups her boobs in her hands, the flesh spilling out of her grip. She pushes her breasts together, making them look gigantic, sticking her face into her supple nature. She rubs her cheeks against it, sucking on Mel's pink nipples and drooling all over her pale skin, wishing she could taste her sweet milk.
Mel groans, invigorated by Trin’s warm mouth teasing her sensitive nipples. It feels like heaven, making her pussy pulse from the new sensations. She sputters through the saliva pooling in her mouth, “M-mmore, please.”
Trinity reaches up, running her fingers along Mel’s thin lips, “What do you need, baby? You can tell me.”
Mel blushes, “Can you tou-” As her mouth hangs open, Trin slips her index and middle finger inside, pushing down against her tongue. Mel moans out from the sudden intrusion, completely intoxicated by the heaviness of Trin’s fingers. She wraps her lips around her knuckles, pulling back and hollowing her cheeks.
Trin’s own lips part in a trance, mumbling approval, “Atta girl.”
Mel whines from the praise, smiling against her fingers, stretching her mouth out wide.
“You like that, huh?” Mel has never heard Trinity’s voice so light and airy while still condescending. “You want me to tell you how good you’re doing? How nice your mouth is, how wet it’s making my pussy for you.”
Mel quickly nods, “Yes," she mumbles against Trin's small fingers.
“Well- it is, Mellie.” She leans down, replacing her fingers with her tender lips, crossing tongues as they unite. It all feels so right, no worries or survival instincts at play. They hug each other, kissing and rubbing their bodies against one another, sharing an electrifying heat.
Trinity drags her hand down Mel’s belly, dipping into her panties, whispering in her ear, “You gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you come?”
Mel brows come together as she widens her eyes, answering earnestly, “I’ll try.”
Trinity can barely keep it together, struck by Mel’s submissive gaze. It all feels so playful and silly. Trin smiles, reassuring her, “Yeah, you will.” She rounds her soggy fingers over Mel’s clit, enlarged and sensitive, protruding from under her hood. Mixing Mel’s own spit with her arousal, jolts of pleasure shoot up her spine, arching her back in response.
It doesn’t feel like when she touches herself, it feels so much better. Like she’s floating away with no control of the direction of the wind. Her cunt beats and she needs some stabilization. Her forearms wrap around Trinity’s back, pulling herself into her neck. She holds onto Trin, panting as she rolls her hips against her hand, beginning to feel desperate to finish. “Harder,” Mel's deep voice vibrates against Trin’s skin.
Trinity’s hand slips down, her palm pushing down against her clit as she plunges her two fingers into Mel's warm cunt. Mel flinches, gasps turning into seductive moaning as Trin starts exploring her insides. Her small fingers curl up, pumping them against her sensitivity, not forgetting to keep rubbing her palm against her swollen clit.
It’s overwhelming, leaving Mel trembling against Trinity’s sweaty body. She closes her eyes, mumbling gratitude into her neck, “M’thank you. Feel s’good, Trin.”
Trinity grits her teeth and clenches her jaw, working her till she’s a blubbering mess. Her hand is soaked from arousal, digging into Mel’s tight cunt, pressing up against the spot that makes her shudder. “You close, baby?”
Mel releases a high-pitched whine, “Mhm-yes. S’close.” She clenches every muscle in her body as her orgasm breaks, sending waves of absolute heat from the crown of her head all the way down to her toes. Her fingernails dig into Trin’s back, gripping onto her with the strength of an animal, tearing open her thin skin, leaving pink marks across her back.
The burning only makes Trinity work faster, knowing how to manipulate her sweet friend, keeping Mel at her high longer than she’s ever been before. Trin keeps rubbing her slick palm against Mel’s agitated clit, adjusting her pressure, pleasure surging from her cunt throughout her entire body. It feels like a dream, drifting through a world of euphoria, forgetting that it will eventually subside. And when it does, Trin can feel Mel’s arms loosen behind her back, slipping away. Mel collapses back on the mattress, her head hitting the pillow, gasping for a deep breath.
Cool air rushes over Trinity’s back, immediately missing Mel’s affectionate touch. She quickly slides beneath Mel, spooning her with one arm beneath her neck and the other over her chest. She rests her head over Mel’s collar bone, feeling her chest rise and fall as she recovers.
Mel speaks with a familiar husky tone, “What about you?”
“What about me?”
She traces over Trin’s belly, feeling up the pouch above her pussy. “Shouldn’t I?”
“Nah, it’s okay.” She rolls her cheek over Mel's breasts, littering her shiny skin with kisses.
Mel squirms under her soft touch, “Oh, okay. I just-”
Trin looks up at her, met with an uneasy expression. Mel’s eyes glaze over, almost like she’s about to cry. “Or…”
“Yes,” Mel blurts out way too quickly.
Trin gives her a gummy smile, accepting Mel’s comfort. She rests her head back on her tits, allowing herself to be cradled. Trin puts her hand over Mel’s, guiding it to her wet cunt. She pushes Mel’s fingers around her slick folds, tracing over her slippery center. Trin traps the tip of her tongue between her teeth, concentrating on finding her own sweet spot with someone else's hand. “Just like that, just like you would touch yourself.”
Mel melts from her directions, humming from compliance. Her slender fingers dip into her opening, only to collect her leaking arousal on her fingertips. Her voice comes out low, “I want to make you feel how you made me feel.”
Trinity grunts, “Yep, uh-huh. Do that.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head while Mel finds an easy pattern. She moves her whole hand over her puffy clit, back and forth, building up to a quick orgasm. Trin has been on edge since karaoke, letting Mel’s hair loose was the first tic. Watching her unabashedly dance and sing, exuding a hidden confidence, or just finally yielding to her socially inept behavior. She was glorious on that stage, her golden locks shining beneath the stage light. Removing her glasses, so she was really able to study her features. Trin's clit has been pulsing for hours.
Her orgasm swallows her whole, unable to stop herself from wailing, “Ah- fff-fuck. Mellie, ah- baby.” Her lower back spasms as her legs lose control, shaking beneath Mel’s hold. Her hips thrust upward, whining through her release, mouth agape, glowing from the satisfaction.
They stay connected, limbs intertwined, sticky skin on sticky skin. Unable to speak anymore, not needing to really say anything. They close their eyes, already dreaming, drifting into a well needed sleep, together.