A Forceful Reminder - Sex Stories

A Forceful Reminder

... played with her breast with the other, pinching her nipple.

"I can't wait to do this again someplace private," Liz said. "I want to hear all the cute sounds you make."

Her words were rewarded by even more slickness from between Tabitha's legs, and she grinned.

"You like the idea of a next time," Liz said triumphantly. "You like this."

"No," Tabitha lied.

Liz paused, and Tabitha's eyes flew open.

"I guess I've failed then," Liz said offhandedly. "We can buy the dresses and go."

Tabitha bit her lip. All she wanted to do was ask Liz to continue, but now that she had her focus back, she felt painfully vulnerable. She was reaching for the dress when Liz grabbed her wrist and pulled her around.

"I don't think so," Liz said. "I'm not giving up on you that easily."

Tabitha sucked in a breast when Liz's hand dipped between her legs again, teasing her. This time, she kept her damn mouth shut. Tabitha stared up at Liz's face, wondering if this counted as consensual or not. She wasn't saying no. At least, not anymore.

"Stop thinking," Liz said. "You're ruining your orgasm."

Tabitha blushed. "I can't tell if I'm going to hate you for this or not," she confessed.

"If I didn't think this was worth potentially ruining our friendship I wouldn't be doing it," Liz retorted.

The situation was so confusing and arousing and Liz looked dead serious even with her hand between Tabitha's legs. She couldn't help it, she giggled and looked away. Liz caught her ...

... jaw and made her look up at her. The woman stared down into her eyes, catching each tiny cue as she finally slid two fingers inside.

Tabitha leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Liz's shoulder to muffle her moan. It felt so good to have someone else touch her for a change. Her hips twitched, pressing her pussy harder against her friend's fingers, begging for more.

"You are so fucking tight," Liz murmured breathlessly.

Because I'm technically a virgin who barely masturbates, Tabitha thought silently.

She gripped Liz's shirt and said,

"Please, Liz. More."

Liz gave her exactly what she asked for, squeezing a third finger in while her thumb tapped and rubbed Tabitha's clit, a combination that had her legs trembling with pleasure. When she climaxed she couldn't help the cry she let out, partially muffled against her friend's shoulder. Liz pulled her fingers out, her eyes heated as she leaned against the wall. Keeping eye contact with Tabitha, she sucked her fingers clean, taking her time, as if she was savoring the taste.

Tabitha pulled her clothes on silently. When they exited the changing room, an employee was standing nearby with a suspicious look on his face. Tabitha paid for her dress first and hurried out of the shop, leaving Liz behind. Once she was out of the store, she began to jog. She needed to get away and think. She didn't remember the last time she'd been this active.

It actually felt good.

But... How was she going to face her friend ...