The pair didn’t say another word to each other – they didn’t need to. Zoe ditched her pants, feeling a new sensation – bashfulness. She felt spurts of it with Tyler, but now she was getting naked with her best friend – the one person she was less likely to do anything sexual with than Tyler. She took off her jeans, then her shirt, standing in front of Nami in just her bra and panties, figuring that shyness was for losers and standing up straight, letting Nami get a good look of her.
Nami drank in the sight before her. Zoe realized that they talked about her hormones once or twice before, but Zoe never really got to see Nami horny until they started going to the mall, and Nami was right, her hormones absolutely took control of her. “You look yummy,” Nami growled.
“Yummy?” Zoe asked with a laugh. “Dam-”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Nami moaned, moving in to kiss her best friend with as much force, passion, and tongue as she could, mashing her crotch against Zoe’s in the process. Zoe moaned and started mindlessly humping against her, causing enough friction to start a fire.
The two kissed, exploring and sharing each other for as long as they could muster until they broke away and realized what was going to happen next. Nami took the initiative, taking off her skirt (earning a laugh from Zoe when she saw how wet her friend was) and shirt. Zoe had to admit, even though Nami wasn’t petit and it’s not like her chest was large or anything, her breasts were deceptively big for her frame and the shirts she picked. Zoe almost felt self-conscious with her athletic body and, despite their height difference, smaller breasts. Nevertheless, she unhooked her bra and let it slowly drop to the floor, revealing her perky breasts to Nami, her nipples explaining in perfect detail just how aroused Zoe was.
Before she could do anything else, Nami found herself latching onto her friend’s breasts and discovering for herself how to please a woman with her tongue. Zoe would have laughed at her friend’s eagerness if she wasn’t so busy moaning and cradling her friend’s head, her own head swimming with all the new sensations she’d felt over the past twenty-four hours. Hell, even the last two.
As Nami eagerly licked, bit and sucked away, listening for Zoe’s moans to figure out how to please her better, Zoe was busy trying to work off Nami’s bra and, subsequently, her panties. Despite the immense pleasure and the internal screams for more, as soon as Nami was fully naked, Zoe pushed Nami off of her and looked her up and down, biting her bottom lip and tenderly removing her own panties.
“I want to eat you,” Zoe admitted quietly. “I’ve never done it before.”
“I want to eat you too,” Nami groaned, her voice thick with passion.
Zoe chuckled. “How about I go first eating you? I think we should learn to crawl before we walk.” Seeing her friend’s confused stare, she clarified. “Eat one pussy at a time before we sixty-nine.”
The mere idea of doing such a dirty thing made Nami moan and almost collapse on the spot, but Zoe was perfectly happy with that. Within seconds, Nami was on the bed with her legs spread, her friend’s face inches away from her little slit, smelling her womanhood for the first time.
Zoe inhaled. “Fucking intoxicating, holy shit…” she whispered, almost fully to herself. She gave a single experimental lick on the outside of Nami’s folds, and the reaction was felt almost throughout her entire body. This felt so right. Zoe was almost fully confident she became addicted to eating pussy on the spot. Something about it felt too right to even put into words. She could have been in this position eternally and not batted an eye. She wanted to eat and please Nami forever.
Zoe was a fast learner, and Nami was a horny bitch in heat, and the magical combination meant that Nami’s first orgasm came in just over a minute, though she would prove to last longer for the three orgasms that hit her after. Zoe was jealous – she’d heard of girls that orgasm this quickly, but wasn’t aware that her own best friend was one of these magical creatures. Maybe they should have done this sooner.
Nami moaned out her orgasms at such a volume that Zoe prayed her room was soundproof enough to contain these moans. There was no way in hell she was going to either stop or tell Nami to tone it down, because she wanted neither. She dove her face into Nami’s pussy, eagerly lapping at her slit, licking at her folds, and teasing her cute little clit. It was almost hard to tell what pleased Nami the most, since she moaned uncontrollably with nearly any and all contact. After four orgasms, the duo decided to switch and instead it was Zoe that lay on the bed, feeling vulnerable, a feeling she wasn’t used to. So vulnerable and able to be used. So submissive. It felt so right for her.
Zoe knew through her masturbation habits that Nami was the lucky one of the two, and it was going to be very hard for Nami to actually bring her to an orgasm. Credit to Nami, that did not stop her in the slightest. She ate Zoe’s pussy like it was giving her herself pleasure, and happily played with her own pussy at the same time. Smiling at the sexiness of the scene, Zoe played with her firm tits, enjoying the show and realizing that twisting her nipples and adding to her feeling of vulnerability and pain was turning her on further.
Despite no orgasm, Nami spent more time with her face buried in Zoe’s cunt than Zoe did in hers, although Nami was likely grateful to spend such quality time doing one of her new favorite things. Zoe was happy to take over, albeit with perhaps some guidance along the way.
“You can suck on my nipples again, and stick a finger in me if you want,” she told Nami, finding her commanding voice again as she started to play with her clit, hoping to tease an orgasm out of her. “Or two. Actually, two. I think I want more than one in me. Fuck one. Do two.”
It was Nami’s turn to chuckle as Zoe’s normally-confident stare melted into that submissive, begging face Nami saw moments before. Nami was happy to comply, warming Zoe up with one finger while Zoe focused on her clit, looking up at the ceiling and starting to pant. Nami latched her mouth onto Zoe’s boob and started her oral performance, licking and nibbling. Zoe moaned in a cute, high-pitched way.
“Oh fuck, that’s so nice, Nami,” she moaned. “I’m so fucking happy we’re doing this. I want to do this with you all the time.”
In that moment, it was true. Zoe would never admit it, especially out of sex, but she would have emptied her bank account for Nami at that moment, especially the moment after, when Nami quickly transitioned from one finger to two, then two fingers to three.
Having three fingers inside of her felt so right to Zoe. She loved being filled. She loved sex. She loved fucking Nami, and she couldn’t get enough of it. With her own efforts, combined with Nami’s efforts and their past episode of mutual cunnilingus, Zoe came faster than she expected, and harder than she ever did in all of her life. Her parents definitely knew what was happening at this point, but she didn’t care. Stars streaked by her vision, her pussy convulsed and danced for her, and she nearly passed out.
“Oh my fuck… fuck… holy shit…” Zoe breathed. “Jesus christ, that was fucking fantastic. I’m so glad we did this.”
“Me too,” Nami purred, still playing with herself, never satisfied. She would reach two more orgasms just by fingering herself before Zoe fully caught her breath.
***
“A third time?” Mr. Sigorsky incredulously asked. “You’ve gone to the washroom twice this period, Nami. It’s ten minutes to the end of the period. You can wait.”
Zoe watched Nami squirm in her seat. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Nami had gone to the washroom so much this period. Zoe was, frankly, worried for Nami. What they did on Saturday was amazing – fucking amazing, her pussy twitched even just remembering it – but there was more to life. And she hated to admit it, but Nami was onto something.
Something had definitely affected the three of them. Nami, already dangerous with her hormone levels, was one class jokester innuendo away from taking the cutest freshman boy in the class and humping him to death in the middle of the class, it was obvious by looking at her. Zoe frowned and turned to Tyler; he was slouched in his chair, head back, daydreaming. What about? Looking at his pants gave a clear indication of what. His sweatpants were clearly tented with his large cock. His huge, thick, veiny –
Zoe shook her head, an audible “aaargh” of frustration leaving her lips. Sigorsky looked at her, but didn’t say anything. No doubt he noticed the two were slumping, though she prayed he couldn’t tell the root cause. As Zoe reflected, she realized that Sigorsky was probably concerned about her too, and for a good reason. Zoe found it really hard to concentrate, especially knowing that she was sandwiched between the two people she wanted more than anything else on the planet at that moment.
The idea that the mall itself made them horny was, of course, ridiculous. But was Nami right? Was it something inside the mall? A gas or an uncontrolled substance or even a weird hypnosis video playing on a screen she didn’t remember seeing… it all sounded so sci-fi. So unreal. This had to be some kind of pheromone thing. Possibly not out of the ordinary – late effects of puberty hit one of them super hard, and it caused a domino effect in the group. Yeah.
Zoe glanced once more at Tyler, not realizing she licked her lips when her eyes remained on his package. She shook her head in derision at the idiot. She was so glad Nami and she both agreed that they could never tell Tyler what happened. It was the worst idea ever for so many reasons, the biggest one being that Tyler couldn’t even properly articulate what he and Zoe were… the last thing Zoe needed was to complicate the matter tenfold and admit she slept with Nami, her best friend – their very straight best friend – too. Plus Zoe was straight. Or she wasn’t. Or fuck everything.
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