Cariad focuses on that moment, replaying it in her mind, imagining Shane pressing his lips to hers, with him admitting, “We know,” taking her breath away to be replaced by his, craving his taste and touch so much that she tingles like showering sparks from detonating fireworks.
The young teen would say in response, “Making us wait so long to do this; it’s so hot… If we did this sooner, would it feel this good? Would it feel this bad? What does this mean for us?”
Bringing herself back to the present, Cariad pulls her fingers away from her crotch, biting her shaking hand, considering, “What am I doing? I don’t like how it feels, but I can’t stop it.”
Placing her hand to her crotch again, Cariad feverishly strokes her slit, fiddling with her lips, and tickling her clit. She slides her fingers inside, picturing Shane between her legs, sliding up into her with his cock as she saw it in the shower. Her free arm curls up behind her head, arching her back up off the seat cushion, stretching from head to toe as her fingers curl up into her most sensitive spot.
The teen’s stretching provides only a momentary relief, as her body curls up with tension once again, trying to find the optimal position to fuck herself. Starting to sink into her stride, she slips into a more satisfactory rhythm and flow with her fingers’ fumblings, easing her sense of frustration from trying to find this.
Cariad voices a moan, sustained and sensuous, filling the living room. Her eyes fall closed, burrowing her head into the cushions behind her, swaddling her in comfort. She feels safe and solitary here, as her sense of the world begins to disappear. Thoughts fade into incoherence, and her body feels as if it’s swollen many times it’s size with the thick fuzziness coursing through her.
Cariad’s body becomes rigid, with her head pressed to her shoulder, and her body curled up, and her feet firmly planted, clawing into the carpet and the cushion. She slowly lifts open her lids, filtering the light in her squint, seeing a hint of a shadow at her side. She snaps her eyes open, and recoils with a start, scared by the sudden presence of Tracey sitting nearby.
Tracey remarks, “That was really very cute.”
Cariad covers her crotch with her hands as she sits bolt upright, hastening to tuck her shirt down there as she asks, “I thought you’d be gone longer?”
Tracey explains, “Didn’t need to take long at all. Most of my work was already done. Speaking of the Devil,” as Shane comes in to sit down with her.
Cariad shields her face with her hand as he sits down, groaning, “Oh, I’m so embarrassed. I’ve never been caught… doing… you know…”
Shane involuntarily says, “That you know of.”
Cariad looks at her friend from the corner of her eye, asking, “What? What does that mean?”
Shane suddenly feels shy, confessing, “Well, I mean, uh, I’ve walked in before, but have always left straight away, leaving you to it.”
Cariad cries out, “Oh, God, no. I wish I didn’t know that.”
Tracey enquires, “Weren’t you saying earlier that thinking of Shane gets you off?”
Shocked, Shane listens with intrigue, “Oh?”
Cariad shrivels up into herself like a leaf in the heat, blushing bright and hot as she responds, “I know it’s wrong, but it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t want to ruin what we have.”
Tracey tells her friends, “I know what that’s like. Having sex with friends is very awkward… At first… But what mattered most was just being honest. I said after we had our first time how that I felt it was naughty, but they were really casual about it, and said they didn’t have any feelings other than doing it for themselves, so they didn’t feel awkward, and I shouldn’t either. It’s just sex… Unless, you like each other more than you let on?”
Shane and Cariad sit in silence, and Tracey jokes, “That says a lot… You do like each other.”
Cariad can’t look at her friends as she states, “We’ve known each other for so long. I love him so much… as a friend… It would change us.”
Tracey supposes, “Change can be a good thing. Is what you have really something that can be ripped apart by being closer? I think you both want it, but won’t admit it: to yourselves, to each other, and being scared I would be offended. I can speak for myself, ‘I won’t.’ I can’t speak for you, but let’s get our feelings out in the open, and, whatever happens, happens, yeah?”
Shane feels confused as he asks his girlfriend, “You want me to be with another woman?”
Tracey replies, “It’s not cheating if I approve of it, and I care for you both.”
Cariad’s voice shakes scared as she says, “I don’t know if I can do it…”
Tracey comforts her, “You don’t have to do anything…”
Cariad continues her train of thought, interrupting Tracey, “…but, I want to.”
Shane says, “Ever since I started puberty, I felt strongly about you, Cariad, but I thought that was natural because we were close, but I always wanted to respect you, and never questioned it because of our friendship.”
Cariad shrugs, “Are you saying you don’t want to, after all this?”
Shane feels guilty, like he has hurt his friend without meaning to, “I’m sorry,” watching Cariad looking deflated, shaking, with her eyes puffy and red, clearly upset, and he goes on to say, “but, that’s not what I’m saying. I mean, I get turned on by you, but I was also scared like you of scaring you off with this.”
Cariad gets to her feet, storming over to Shane, slapping his arms as he raises them to defend himself during her outburst, “You fucker. You got me thinking you were going to say no, after everything we’ve been through.”
Shane bears the brunt of Cariad’s assault, laughing, “Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, heheheheh, oh, this means a lot to you.”
Cariad slaps her friend harder, “And? It doesn’t to you? Fucker!”
Shane softly takes his friend’s wrists, holding them as she struggles, saying, “You’ve never been mad like this before,” smiling at her.
Cariad smiles, wrenching her wrists from her friend’s grip, asking cutely, “What now?”
Tracey jokes, “Want me to leave you alone?” Shane and Cariad simultaneously snap their attention to her, and she tells them both, “That was a joke. I’m not missing this. Friends to lovers… It’s hot…”
Cariad is quick to point out, “I don’t want to be lovers after this. Just friends.”
Shane seriously says as he looks into Cariad’s eyeline, catching her gaze, “I was about to say the exact same thing.”
Cariad turns her head away from both of her friends, asking, “Won’t it be weird for you two after this?”
Tracey allays her friend’s concern, “I definitely don’t mind. You two can be as flirty and dirty as you like, so long as he remembers to wind up with me afterwards. I could see you liked each other since we met, so I think this is healthy for our relationship; for all three of us.”
Cariad steps back, beginning to pace around as she voices her thoughts, “I don’t know. I’m so worried. I’m not used to this.”
Tracey caringly calls to Cariad, “Hey, I’m just saying I support both of you. You don’t have to do something you’re uncomfortable with, and I’m sure Shane won’t force you to. I just wanted to get everything out in the open.”
Shane concurs, “I love you too much to force myself on you. I’d feel awful if I did.”
Cariad smiles as she continues to pace, “I know,” turning to her friends with a pivot on her ankles to tell them, “Thanks, guys… I love you…”
Tracey remarks, “No need to get all soppy,” sharing a laugh with her friends to dispel the tension in the room.
Cariad sits down in an attempt to calm her excitable energy, but she fiddles like she needs to piddle, unsure of how to conduct herself now that all her feelings are bare. She scrunches up her shirt in her hands, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, just because it feels right, and she hurries to push her bra straps off her shoulders, finding the clasp to take it off, letting it drop.
Tracey teases, “Wow, you are so hot! To think you covered this up all this time.”
Shane scans her friend’s figure with his eyes: skin speckled with freckles and spots dotted to break up smooth patches, hair stroking her shoulders, unassumingly bulbous boobs bulging between the stretch of her arms, and short legs ending with surprisingly long feet.
The young man feels obliged to undress, stripping off where he sits, saying to his childhood friend, “Even after all those times seeing each other in the shower, this feels funny.”
Cariad shyly watches her best friend become bare, agreeing with his sentiment with a smirk, “Weird, yeah. I don’t know if I can do anything else.” She hurries out of the living room to the refuge of her bedroom, collapsing face-down on top of her bed, sinking into it’s softness.
Shane creeps in, with the door left open, craning his neck to see how his friend lays with her legs in mid-air. He calls, “Hey? You okay?”
Mouth muffled by the sheets, Cariad says, “I’m good. I just need a moment.”
Shane feels guilty, sitting beside his friend on the bed, stroking her back as he tells her, “I feel bad. All this is a lot of pressure.”
Cariad turns her head so her ear lays flat, looking at her friend’s hand sinking into the bed, smiling, “I think it’s natural, given our history, but I think we’ve been lying to ourselves forever, keeping us from being something more.”
Shane surprisedly probes, “Really?”
Cariad admits, “Sure. Kill me now for saying this, but, when I tease you, I’m flirting, hoping you take advantage of me. I love how sweet you are with me, not wanting to, but it makes me want you more; to be more.”
Shane stops stroking his friend’s back, pulling his hand away, and Cariad sits up next to him. His shock is clear as a blue sky on his face, remembering to breathe as he says, “I don’t know what to say to that… If I… Could I… I feel… If we…”
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