"Jokes aside, because I have a serious question."
She dropped her voice into a Heath Ledger-esque rasp. "Why so serious?"
"Lilah."
"Sorry, sorry. Question?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I glanced down towards where her hand was pressing my shaft into her stomach. "Without a condom, I mean?"
Her face softened. "I think so?"
"You think so?"
She frowned. "I mean... kinda. I want to do this. Like, a lot. I really, really want this, even if we don't have a condom. But I know that we shouldn't do it without a condom. But I also know that you can always pull out, and then we can also get a pill or something tomorrow. Plus it's a safe day so the chances of anything are pretty much nonexistent anyway."
"So the verdict is..."
Lilah closed her eyes for a moment, let out a deep breath, then opened them again to reveal her melted chocolate irises.
"Yes."
I made a pair of finger guns. "Cool beans."
Lilah responded in kind with a wink, since her hands were occupied. One was placed on my chest to brace herself as she lifted her hips enough so that my member was dragged until it rested against her lower lips like it was knocking for entry. The other hand held it there, pushing lightly until it lined up just right. The head of my cock was nestled into the lovely nook, just lightly spreading apart the folds like they were curtains covering a window. Lilah held there for many moments until I glanced upwards.
"What, is the one and only Lilah McCoy nervous about something?"
"Fuck off. Of course I'm nervous. It's my first time."
"Mine too." I argued. Lilah rolled her eyes in response.
"Yeah, but you aren't gonna be the one bleeding for it. This is gonna fucking hurt so gimme a minute, you rat bastard."
I held up my hands. "Geez, okay. Take your time."
Lilah visually steeled herself. She waited a few more moments, took a deep breath, then carefully began lowering. It felt heavenly. The head of my cock slipped inside of her warm, wet tunnel, immediately being squeezed from all angles like the most intimate and naughty of hugs. She held there for many moments, taking deep breaths and preparing herself. I waited patiently for her to continue.
I didn't expect her to drop.
WHAM! Right down to the base in one, swift, solid motion. One moment, my head was languishing in the confines of her sex, and the next, it was shoved to the depths while the rest of my shaft was engulfed. Lilah shuddered on top of me while I made several un-masculine noises. When I finally brought my vision back into focus on Lilah's face, I expected to see it twisted in pain after she just impaled herself. Instead, she was visibly straining to keep from laughing. She failed.
It was like a melody of humour while I struggled to comprehend what was happening. Soon Lilah rested her other hand on my chest with a smile.
"Oh, you should see the look on your face right now."
"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked meekly.
"Not at all." She smirked and ground her hips side to side. Her inner walls rippled against me in oh-so-lovely ways.
"How?"
"Dude. I've been playing soccer since I was six. My hymen fucked off before I even knew what it was. Even if it didn't, my dildo would have cleared up whatever was left years ago."
"Huh. Wait... you have a dildo?"
"Mhm." She nodded. "It's blue and squishy. You'll have fun using it on me when we get back home. For now..."
Lilah lifted her hips almost as quickly as she had dropped them, right up until the only thing residing within her was my lower head.
"... I don't feel like taking it slow."
Oh dear god.
When Lilah dropped again, I nearly saw stars. Then she rose and repeated the action a second time. Then a third. Then a fourth. All the while, she was only gaining speed. I had been expecting slow, careful sex for our first time, but she was a veritable piston as she went up and down. To think that Lilah, who mere days ago had been my casual best friend, was now riding me like a pornstar- it was almost too much. All I could do was put my hands on her hips. I didn't even notice that she had moved off of her knees and into a full crouch for a maximum-efficiency-cowgirl ride.
I could feel the way she clenched around me every time she lifted, like her insides were desperately clinging on to the stimulation. Meanwhile, every time she hilted me once again, I could see her modest breasts jiggle. They were mesmerizing, despite their smaller size.
"Hey dumbass, my eyes are up here."
"I'm just- oohh, imagining putting googly-eyes on your nipples."
When Lilah bottomed out once more, she stayed there. Her eyes drilled into mine for many moments before her lips curled into a response.
"Boobly eyes."
We both snorted out a chuckle. I could certainly feel that. She rippled around me, and just as quickly, she let out a shuddered gasp.
"Ooh, it feels weird to laugh when you're inside me."
"Bad weird or good weird?"
She smiled. "Good weird. Definitely good weird."
She should have known what I was going to do next. Unfortunately, I think the context of the setting was just enough of a distraction that she didn't put all the pieces together in time. I saw her face twist into a warning.
"Wait, don-"
Too late. My hands, on her hips, immediately started to flick and brush against her sides. She revealed yesterday on the couch that she was ticklish. That mistake was quickly brought to light as I unleashed an all-out tickle assault on my best friend.
She squealed out, eyes wide, and clamped down on my dick with the force of a handshake between two guys trying to see who winces first. Her hands desperately reached for mine, but I was quicker. Wherever she grabbed, my fingers had already tickled and moved on. Hips, thighs, back, armpits, anything I could reach was a target. I was sitting up to be able to claim more ground as Lilah fought back in blissful agony. Eventually, Lilah had retreated enough that she fell back onto the bed and I was now leaning over her- still sheathed inside her sex. Her hands may have been pushing me away to end the assault, but I don't think that she even realised her legs were firmly locked together around my waist to keep me buried inside her.
Somehow, I managed to lay my weight down on top of her, pinning her hands in between our chests. Meanwhile, mine were free to explore and tickle away at her waist. She writhed underneath me, head twisting back and forth as she giggled and moaned. Any hope of a facade or confident act was gone. Within moments, tears were streaming down Lilah's face and she was gasping for breath.
"Stop! Stop, ohmygod please!"
I could easily understand the reactions. The way that her velvet tunnel was roiling around me made her expressions obvious. Every time my fingers brushed against her, she squeezed taught on my shaft. If it felt even half as good for her as it did for me, then that combined with the actual tickling would be nothing short of overwhelming.
"Please, pleasepleaseplease! Oh my fucking god please stop!"
I relented in my attack, but it wasn't for Lilah's sake. If I continued, the way her pussy was milking me would have made me empty the contents of my balls in record time. I ceased the movements of my hands and held them still on her waist, using her as leverage to push myself back up so that I was leaning over her. The instant that her hands came free, she opted to hit me. A solid, square punch right into the sternum.
"Asshole!"
"Hey, you said it felt good when you laughed."
"That doesn't mean you start tickling me!" Her voice was angry, but she was all smiles.
"You liked it. You almost came."
It was an educated guess, but apparently one that was spot on.
"Yeah? Let me tell you- there's a difference between enjoying something and something feeling good. If you ever want to do that again, you better hope that I'm tied down because I'm gonna fucking stab you after I cum."
"So BDSM is a possibility for the future. Noted."
She blew an errant lock of hair away from her eyes and smirked. "Laugh it off, dumbass. Just know that if we do BDSM, you're the first one getting tied. Let's see how much you like getting tickled while balls deep."
Lilah unlocked her legs from around my waist and ground her hips like she was stirring a pot of soup using my dick as a spoon.
"Now come on, I was close."
"So was I, which is why I stopped."
"Jacobs, I'm not asking you to keep going. I'm telling you. Now."
I gave an exaggerated sigh of mock reluctance. "Fine. If you insist."
This time, it was me doing the moving instead of Lilah. Instead of her bouncing up and down atop me, I was the one doing the thrusting. We were locked in a pseudo-missionary position as I brought my hips back slowly before sending them forward once more in a swift motion. It was ecstatic. To look down beneath me and see Lilah, hair spread around her face like an angel's halo, was nothing short of a miracle. I was fucking Lilah. I was fucking my best friend. I was fucking my girlfriend. My best friend Lilah. My girlfriend Lilah.
When I stared into her eyes, I could feel the desperation quickly building on both of our faces. At least we were both premature. Lilah gritted her teeth and spoke in between grunts of pleasure.
"Don't you fucking dare cum before me."
"Lilah, I-"
"Don't fucking do it. Don't, you stupid piece of shit. Just let me cum, let me cum, fucking make me cum and then you can cum."
"I don't-"
Lilah pulled me down so that I was lying on top of her again, but this time her hands were free to hold taught onto the sides of my face as she smashed her lips against mine. I could feel her heartbeat pounding into my chest, or maybe it was my own. Either way, it felt like one of us was about to go into cardiac arrest. Lilah's legs wrapped firm around my waist once more, which I could only vaguely consider a bad idea. The rest of me was desperately trying to hold on while Lilah convulsed through the beginnings of her climax.
If it felt amazing having her cum on my fingers and tongue, then there was no word in the English language that could describe the sensation of having Lilah squeeze down and shudder on my cock. Every millimeter cinched within the silky confines of a fleshy, vibrating hydraulic press that desperately sought to milk me in the way nature intended. It was bliss. It was agony. It was a sensation that I fought desperately to resist as I strained my muscles.
That wasn't the only battle I fought in that moment, either. With Lilah's legs locked instinctively around me and her cunt gripping with the force of a god I didn't believe in, I had to force and push every muscle in order to try and pull out. It was not simply a battle- it was a war that needed to be won.
I lost.
Lilah and I both groaned into each other's mouth as I slammed my pelvis back against hers. If she wasn't going to let me pull out, intentionally or not, then I wasn't going to try anymore. With my shaft buried as deep as it would go and Lilah twitching underneath me, I gave one single, powerful throb before the flood gates opened.
I don't think either of us were cognizant enough to be aware of what was happening. We were both too locked into the throes of pleasure to resist, so we just let it wash over us like a tidal wave. Lilah swallowed my moans as I weakly attempted to thrust my buried cock further inside, firing off streams of sticky seed like a Super Soaker all the while. Every time I pulsed inside, Lilah did the same in response, which drew forth another throbbing jet from myself. A feedback loop of stimulation and pleasure shot through us both. I knew that I had stopped dumping spunk into Lilah after a few seconds, but that did not stop the aftershocks of our conjoined orgasm from shattering through us for what felt like a full minute of ecstasy.
When our lips finally parted and our eyes opened barely a centimeter from the other's, we were both panting heavily into each other's faces. I could smell the cheesecake on her breath.
"You didn't pull out, did you?" Her voice was a whisper.
"You didn't let me." I responded in kind. I watched her bite the inside of her cheek.
"Alright, I'll take the hit for that. Since plan A failed, we're going with plan B."
"Plan B as in..."
Lilah chuckled. "Plan B. I gotta say, they fucking nailed it with that name."
"I guess they did."
I lowered my head into the bed just over her shoulder. We were quiet for several moments, the silence only broken by the sound of an intense conversation between Rick and Hershel coming from the TV. After a bit, Lilah nuzzled into my neck.
"You can get off me whenever you feel like it."
"What if I don't feel like it yet?"
"Fine. Let me rephrase; get the fuck off of me so we can cuddle and watch our show, or I'll shove my foot so far up your ass I can tie my shoes with your dental floss."
"Wow. Very romantic."
Lilah was all but whispering into my ear. "You want romantic? Wait 'till you see what I do with my other foot."
"Okay, okay." I chuckled and pushed myself back up onto my knees. I slowly withdrew my softening member from Lilah's lovely pussy. The only fluids dribbling down her folds seemed to be her own, which made sense. Lying down like this- gravity couldn't really pull my cum from inside her. Not that it looked like Lilah minded. She just grabbed my arm and roughly yanked me down beside her. It only took a few moments of readjusting before we were back into our patented half-sitting-half-laying cuddle position, with one of my arms wrapped around Lilah's waist and her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled like cheap hotel shampoo.
"You know," Lilah murmured. "Shane may be a huge cunt, but you gotta admit that Jon Bernthal's a good looking dude."
"Sure, but can we talk about the absolute dump truck that T-Dog's got hanging back there?"
"You're a fucking idiot." Lilah rolled her eyes.
"And you're the one who had sex with me."
"Fine. I'll just ask your mom and Gary if they'll be okay with stopping by a drug store on the way back so we can grab a morning after pill. I'm sure that won't cause any awkward conversations with your mother."
I swallowed. "You wouldn't dare." Lilah simply smiled.
"Checkmate, dumbass."