Nami had the entire bike ride to think over all of the events of the day. As soon as the pair arrived at Zoe’s house, she spoke. “I didn’t really leave anything at your place, did I?”
Zoe looked at Nami with what Nami thought might have been guilt, or even fear. “Um, yeah, no,” she mumbled. “Just thought… you’d want to… yeah, talk.”
Nami sighed. She kind of wanted to get home after a day like that, but seeing Zoe’s doe-eyed expression was really out-of-character for her. “Yeah, we should, shouldn’t we?” Nami conceded, walking into the house and accepting her fate.
The two wordlessly made their way into Zoe’s room. Zoe took initiative and lay down on the bed, while her friend opted for her desk chair.
“So…” Zoe began. When no reply came from Nami, she chuckled. “Yeah, that was really something, huh?”
“Yeah,” Nami murmured. For some reason, she wanted to both sit closer to Zoe and keep her distance. If she concentrated, she could still feel Zoe’s hand on her leg. And it didn’t feel bad or anything, but some inner voice told her that she shouldn’t keep thinking of that. Was it connected to the same inner voice that made her do what she did in the first place? She didn’t know.
“Do you feel guilty for it? Do you have that, like, post-orgasm clarity?” Zoe sat up so she could look her friend in the eye. “You did orgasm, right?”
“Yeah,” Nami quietly admitted. “At least three times.”
“Lucky,” Zoe joked. “As if I should expect anything else from Tyler, he made me suck his dick but after you ran back out, he wouldn’t return the favor. Next time we meet up I’m definitely making him do that for me.”
“So you’re going to see him again?” Nami pointed out.
“I – wow. Huh. Well spotted,” Zoe slowly said. “I wasn’t even thinking about that. I guess it just kind of… came out.”
“I don’t know if I feel guilty,” Nami admitted, squeezing her legs together again. She was turning into such a hornball. She felt the heat building up within her again. “I feel… not myself though.”
“Yeah, same,” Zoe admitted. “Maybe there’s some kind of hormone transference thing. We hang out with you, you get really horny thinking about Johnny-”
“Jeremy. Johnny’s the guy panting after Mina.”
“Right, Jeremy – and then we get horny by… proxy? It can’t work like that.”
“I think it’s the mall.”
A beat of silence flowed between the two girls before Zoe gave a single chuckle of confusion. “You think… the mall makes people horny? I mean, the place did have a Soma…”
“I’m serious. Think about it,” Nami said seriously. “We heard that one woman masturbating and wailing her lungs out. Then both of us get really horny and do things we normally wouldn’t do. You told me yourself you never would have thought of making out with Tyler. And today, you sucked his dick!”
Zoe’s eyes glazed over with a slight smile at the thought.
“And I masturbated in front of you! I mean, I was right next to you when it happened!” Nami continued. “That’s… that’s got to mean something.”
Zoe returned to the world of the living and focused on Nami. “Nami, do you know how ridiculous you sound?” she asked, posing sideways on the bed as she talked. “You’re saying a mall, where hundreds of people used to gather and be normal, made us so horny we did things we never would? That’s taking the ‘corrupting the youth’ argument to the extreme. There’s no way the mall’s like that. Someone would have noticed while it was still open.”
“I just think it’s the only new thing introduced to our lives. Maybe something happened after it closed or something,” Nami carried on.
“I get why you think it, but it’s got to be something else. Honestly, I think it’s just teenage hormones and we all got caught up in the heat of the moment or something,” Zoe dismissed her.
And Nami hated being dismissed. She wanted to avoid this subject entirely for fear for what it could reveal, but she decided here and now that the clear signs from this question would be worth the risk. “You’re straight, right?”
Zoe was caught off guard. “What…?”
“You’ve told me and Tyler a bunch of times that you’re straight,” Nami continued.
“Well then I guess you have your answer…” Zoe replied, weirded out by the topic change.
“But you stroked my leg while you were blowing Tyler,” Nami continued, swallowing nervously after she spoke. She could feel herself beginning to leak again, getting wet from the mere memory. “You knew I was there and you didn’t just continue, you involved me.”
“Oh, hey, look, if it’s about that, if you were uncomfortable, you could have s-” Zoe stopped herself and gave a low giggle. “No, I guess you couldn’t have said anything, could you?” She looked back at Nami. “But I didn’t go too far or anything, did I?”
“Well, we all did…” Nami uneasily continued.
“No, like, with you. Like, doing something you’re not comfortable with.”
Nami swallowed again. “No. I liked it. But-”
“There, see? And it’s not like I was coming onto you or anything. It’s like a friendly buttslap or something if you see a friend’s ass.” To prove her point, she flipped around and playfully moved her butt at Nami. “I know you wouldn’t, but some friend groups would see something like this and just give it a smack. And it doesn’t mean anything, it’s like a silly game. Sure, it’s sexual in nature, but, it’s just harmless fun. It wouldn’t mean anything.”
Nami didn’t reply. She could feel herself beginning to sweat. Nami was sure she wasn’t into girls herself, until today. She found herself battling with a bunch of feelings today, and in the moment, she was battling the urge to play along with Zoe and slap her butt or something. Unfortunately, her inner conflict and her lack of response meant Zoe sat there for a while, looking back at Nami, presenting herself to her.
Zoe laughed nervously. “Or do I have you all wrong? You’ve been staring at my butt for a bit long, y’know…” she trailed off. Zoe had, especially by high school standards, an amazing ass. The fact that she was decently muscular all over meant that she was practically one of the only girls she knew with a visibly toned ass. A lot of girls had toned legs but few had an ass quite like Zoe’s, a point she sometimes liked to hold over the “boring” guys drooling over her.
Zoe gave a mischievous smirk. “I know, it is nice. I mean, tell you what, if I do have you wrong and you want to be adventurous, give it a smack.”
Nami felt a lump in her throat. The feeling that this was wrong arose once again in her mind, but all she could do was sit there in fear. Emboldened by her friend’s offer, she wordlessly stood up and walked over to Zoe. “Euh-” She tried to say something, but the lump in her throat made her stumble. She cleared her throat and swallowed. “You want me to?”
“Sure, why not?” Zoe played it cool. “Just to show you what I mean.”
Unsure of herself, Nami slowly raised her hand above Zoe’s waiting ass. Her butt stretched the jeans it was filling, muscular and clearly more than a handful. Zoe wiggled it impatiently. “Come onnn,” she egged Nami on.
Nami threw her hand down and smacked Zoe across the ass, making Zoe slightly move forward. Her eyes went shut, then fluttered back open. “There, see?” she asked. “And then we’d giggle and do other stuff.” She bit her lower lip. “Or, if you really wanted to commit to the bit, you could do it again.”
Nami stared at her friend, who offered no more words, but instead gave a single wink. Without needing to be told twice, Nami raised her hand, and immediately threw it down onto the same cheek, admiring how firm yet nice to touch Zoe’s ass was.
“Ouch!” Zoe said in a mock voice, a teasing way, like she would give to a boyfriend or something. The two stared at each other for a second or two before Nami rose her hand again and gave Zoe’s butt a smack, harder than the first two.
Then again, then again. Eventually, after each smack, Nami’s hand would remain on her friend’s ass, then she became bolder, feeling around her ass with both hands between smacks. Zoe was no longer making any comments about it not meaning anything. As a matter of fact, her smile was gone, replaced by a look of sad eyebrows.
Except they both knew she wasn’t sad. It looked more like she was begging.
Even through her jeans, it was clear that Zoe was becoming a little damp between her legs. Nami didn’t even need to check beneath her own skirt – she could begin to feel a trickle going down her leg. Neither girl would have been able to say how long they spent with Nami smacking Zoe’s ass, but it was Zoe who eventually bolted up from her bed, wrapped her arms around Nami, and embraced her as her tongue entered Nami’s mouth. Nami didn’t resist at all and moaned into Zoe’s mouth, her own arms wrapping around Zoe.
When Zoe retreated the kiss, the look on Nami’s face wasn’t one she even recognized. While Nami was passionate about her beliefs, she was often characterized by a certain meekness, but not now. Now she seemed almost angry in her passion, her desire for Zoe, and it was clear through her eyes alone that she was going to get her way today. It helped that Zoe wanted her to. There was nothing she wanted more in this moment.
Nami was, Zoe guessed, a virgin, but the phrase ‘her enthusiasm made up for her lack of experience’ that she’s heard in clichee porn stories seemed to ring true. While still looking her in the eyes, as if she were a woman possessed, Nami started rubbing Zoe’s slit over her pants. Despite wearing jeans, Zoe moaned and pushed her hips forwards. Even though she was sucking Tyler’s cock just an hour or so before – and what a cock it was – Zoe couldn’t remember the last time she was this turned on.
Zoe never considered herself a lesbian. While she was growing up, she didn’t even question her sexuality once. Frankly, even when it came to guys she found so few people in her range that she almost considered herself ace. Along with new physical sensations, Zoe was walking the dangerous territory of new feelings – which was particularly dangerous to her, since she always liked to know exactly what her feelings meant and what she was getting into. Here, she didn’t have a clue about either.
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