"What now?"
Lilah looked up from where she was undoing the button on her pants. "We're gonna put on our pajamas, get into bed, and keep watching our show until we pass out."
"We?" I gave a grin that Lilah matched and then some.
"I wasn't asking. You're a very comfortable pillow, after all."
"Sounds like a good plan to me."
Lilah pushed down her pants, once again revealing her long, athletic legs. Noticing how I was staring, Lilah chuckled and tossed her jeans at me. I feigned surprise.
"What was that for?"
"I'm just trying to get changed into something more comfortable and you're standing there ogling me, you perv." She was smirking with every word.
"Can you blame me?"
With practiced precision, Lilah reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Despite having literally fondled them for almost two hours earlier, I felt a vein in my forehead pulse at the sight of her beautiful breasts. "Nah. I know I'm hot as fuck. Just know that this show is only temporary."
Lilah tossed her grey bra onto the other bed and reached down to the waistline of her equally grey panties. My eyes went wide at the implication. Lilah simply grinned and teased the hem of the fabric with her fingers for a few moments. Cloth was lowered millimeter by lustful millimeter. I had already seen the delicate present underneath through the pictures she had sent yesterday, but there was no hope of me not being enraptured by the sight.
"Are you really not going to give me any privacy?" The question leaked out through pearly teeth. A part of me hesitated. The rest of me answered with a smirk.
"Nope."
Lilah rolled her eyes, turned around, and slid her fingers under the waistband before gently pulling it downwards. The fabric graciously revealed the flawless globes of her ass and I stopped breathing. Just like with her breasts, the real thing was so much better than a picture. Even so, the sight only got better as Lilah folded at the waist, bending over in a greatly exaggerated manner as she tugged her underwear down. Slowly. The way she was bent let me see the split of her flowery folds peeking out from her thighs as if it were giving me a friendly wave. It wagged side to side slightly as she lifted each leg a few inches to take off her socks. When she lifted back up, she did so with her panties and socks held in one outstretched hand before letting them drop onto the bed next to her bra.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Very much so."
"Hmph." Lilah took a step closer to the storage bed and unzipped her suitcase. I took appreciation in every inch of her lovely naked body. The red in her cheeks was bright, but her smile was brighter. She pulled free a pair of white pajama pants and a black tank top. I drank deep in the sight for the few remaining seconds before Lilah stepped into her bottoms. When she pulled on the tank top, I could see the two pointed tips of her nipples poking against the fabric. Then she looked up with a smile so wicked it sent a chill through my chest.
"Your turn. Get changed."
Whatever confidence I had was gone. "Uhh, what?"
"You got your show, now I get mine. Take it off. Nice and slow, please."
If I had known I was walking right into a trap, I would have been much more cautious. Lilah sat down on the bed, crossed her legs, and waited. I gulped. My shirt was first, which was most of the way off my head before Lilah made a noise like a buzzer. "Slower, Jacobs. No need to rush."
I paused, head still covered by the almost-free shirt. I could only give an audible, muffled sigh as I resumed at a slower pace. I dragged the fabric off entirely, leaving my pale chest bare. When I grabbed a new shirt from my own suitcase, Lilah buzzed again.
"Nuh-uh. All of it off, then you can get dressed."
"All of it?"
She grinned. "If I'm your girlfriend for this weekend, that also means you're my boyfriend. Everything that I do for you, you do for me."
There I was, stuck in the very middle of the trap she had set. There was only one way out. I set the shirt back down and undid the button on my jeans. We had cuddled while I was in nothing but my boxers earlier, but it was the thought of what came next that made my chest clench. I pulled down the denim, hesitating just enough to take them off at a moderate speed instead of fast. Thankfully, Lilah didn't interject. She didn't say anything when I took off my socks, either. Unfortunately, she just raised her eyebrows at me when I looked back at her.
"Keep going."
The face of that double-standard was rearing its ugly head. It was lovely to see Lilah's extra-special bits. Now that I had to show her mine? Any hint of an erection that may have begun forming at Lilah's strip show had faded. Still, I had one way forward. I grabbed the hem of my boxers, looked Lilah in the eyes, and tugged them to my ankles. When I stood up, I had to force my hands to my side so that they weren't covering my manhood. I knew I was average, but that didn't mean that I was never self-conscious about it anyway. Porn had a way of ruining a guy's self-esteem when judging what we had down below. I expected Lilah to laugh. She would make some kind of joke. She would giggle, then speak in a baby voice like talking to a toddler.
Instead, she just smiled. "Lovely."
Somehow, I managed a weak smile of my own, then grabbed a pair of grey pajama pants from my own suitcase. I didn't go commando very often, even if I was sleeping, but the circumstances made it obvious that tonight would be an exception of Lilah's choosing. When the bottoms were pulled back up around my hips, I still felt oddly vulnerable. Just the way Lilah's eyes occasionally flicked down as I pulled on a shirt let me know that she approved. When I was clothed again, she shifted across the mattress and rested her back against the headrest in a position almost identical to how she was earlier when we cuddled. Lilah, still with a cheeky grin, then went and patted the open spot next to her.
"Just a moment."
I reached back into my suitcase, grabbed a long cord that was tucked underneath everything else, then walked over to the large TV.
"I brought a connector specifically for this. We can watch on the big screen and just have the laptop on the nightstand."
"And you didn't bring this up before dinner... why?"
I gave the most exasperated glance to Lilah that I could manage. "I'm sure you can understand that I was a little bit distracted earlier."
"I couldn't imagine why," she said.
"Ha, ha. Plug that in."
I walked back to the bed, passed Lilah the other end of the connection cord, and grabbed the remote. It took no more than two minutes to get everything set up properly. By the time Lilah hit 'play' she was already snuggled into my side, and my arm was wrapped around her waist. Unlike before, my hand was not clasped onto her breast. Now, it just resided on the side of her stomach. It was intimate in a way that was entirely innocent- just holding her close for no reason other than to enjoy her company.
"Was it weird seeing your mom kiss Gary?"
My eyebrow raised in confusion. Of all the things I expected her to say, that was among none of them.
"Where did that come from?"
Lilah shrugged and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Dunno. You seemed okay with it, but I just wanted to make sure. I can't imagine what either of you would be feeling like about the whole thing."
"Well..." I sighed. "I'm nothing but happy for her. She deserves to be happy, and if Gary gives that to her then I'll chain them together if I need to."
"What about your Dad?"
"What about him? He knocked Mom up and bolted a week before she went into labour. I've never seen a picture and I forgot his name a long time ago. I don't know if he's even alive anymore, and I don't want to know."
Lilah rubbed her hand across my stomach. Butterflies fluttered around her fingertips. "You're okay with Gary becoming your father though? I mean, that's kinda the end result here if things work out between them."
"If he promises to actually stay with her, I'll be the damn flower girl."
"I think you'd look cute in a dress."
"I better, because I'd be walking down the aisle like a model," I said.
Lilah smiled then lifted her head. She only glanced at my lips for a moment before moving in. I met her halfway. When we finally pulled apart, Lilah's eyes were distant.
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head for a moment, hesitated, then sighed in defeated acceptance. "I'm horny."
Wow. That came out of left field. "I beg your pardon?"
Lilah rolled her eyes and gave a red-faced smile. "Hey, if you had your tit being played with for two hours and then had to leave for dinner, you'd be pretty uncomfortable too."
"Don't forget that it was your idea. I was the one playing with it anyway, so let it be known you weren't alone in your discomfort."
Once again, Lilah hesitated. That in of itself was a spectacle to witness. She was always so confident, so having her visibly figure out her own thoughts was almost concerning. Even the way she fought to meet my eyes was adorable.
"Do you want to fix that?"
Just the way she asked that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could provide an answer, Lilah's hand, the one resting on my stomach, drifted downward. Her pinky touched the waistband of my pajama pants and stopped. Whether she was asking permission or building up courage, I would probably never know. Regardless, the shortness in my breath meant that I couldn't stop her even if I wanted to.
Lilah gently slid her fingers underneath the stretchy waistband, allowing her skin to vanish from sight. From that point, I could only feel her creeping closer, millimeter by millimeter, fingernails lightly dragging against my pelvis. I wasn't sure if it was a good sign or not that she seemed to stop hesitating. Her fingers traced over my rapidly-hardening member. They were so soft and warm, like my friend down below was getting a lovely hug as she wrapped her fingers around it.
"Someone's waking up." Even her confident smile had returned.
Whatever that brief moment of vulnerability was, it was gone. Maybe she was expecting me to crumble under her assault. Maybe she was expecting an attempt at a witty comeback. Based on the way she gasped lightly, I don't think she was entirely prepared for me to lift my own hand and place it directly atop her pelvic bone. Her skin was hot to the touch, even through her pajamas. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. The flutter in her eyes and the way she gave a slow, tentative stroke to my shaft spoke for her. I pulled my fingers back and dug them under the waistband. My chest tightened at the feel of her sweltering skin. I could tell that had it not been for the very light pubic stubble, it would have been smoother than glass. Lilah's grip around me slowly tightened as my fingers approached the prize. When I slid my middle finger down the split of her sex, both of us let out a shaky breath. She wasn't kidding that she was horny. She was soaked. Running a finger across her sopping, swollen folds- my digit would be drier if I dunked it in a glass of water. I felt my lower appendage pulse in Lilah's hand, and I know she felt it too. Just knowing how unreasonably aroused she was eradicated any hope of not being at full mast.
When we locked eyes again, that was when we started moving. Lilah focused on keeping a gentle but firm grip as she eased into a slow, leisurely pace. I matched her own speed while dragging a pair of fingers across the surface of her lower lips. I was given all the permission I needed the moment Lilah shifted her hips upwards just slightly, pressing my hand into her.
"We- ungh, fuck- we should take off our pants so we don't ruin them."
"That's an idea."
I could feel both of our hesitations when it came to removing our hands from the other's genitals, but I relinquished my gentle cupping of her delicates when she retracted her hand from mine. Lilah instantly moved her hands to the waistband of her pajamas to begin pulling them down. I rested a hand on top of hers to stop her. She looked confused for only a moment. That confused faded the second that I sat up from the headboard, swivelled around the bed, and planted myself right beside her legs while locking eyes.
I never broke eye contact, even when my hands replaced hers and began tugging down the fabric. The sheer eroticism of slowly, slowly pulling down someone else's pants while staring into their lust-addled eyes was mystifying. I could never have been more aroused in my life.
Not even when Lilah lifted her legs up, bringing her knees closer to her chest so I could pull the pajamas off further. Not even when the cloth was finally free from her dainty toes and her lower half was left bare. Not even when her succulent, smooth legs parted to either side so that I was kneeling before the prize so brazenly displayed to me.
It was beautiful. Almost as red as the flush in her cheeks, and just shy of being as pretty as the girl it was attached to. The arousal was extremely obvious. I could see that arousal dripping onto the bedsheets. Fleshy folds were almost throbbing outwards, opening up her core like a meaty flower. This time, I could both watch and feel her entire body shiver when I returned one hand atop her lovely mound.
I probably should have been focusing on the task at hand. I should have had my gaze fixated on her sopping slit during my task of bringing my friend to orgasm. I couldn't. For some reason, the instant that my hand was in the correct place atop her cunt, my eyes moved back upwards to stare at her face. I could see her staring right back. Her mouth was slightly agape, twitching occasionally in pleasure or letting out little moans as my fingers began to experiment.
I didn't know what I was doing. As much as my goal was to pleasure Lilah, an equal part was seeking to learn. To learn in what way I could make her move. When I dragged my middle finger down the entire length of her slit, she shuddered. Spreading her folds with my thumb and pinky made the lips on her face part in a similar fashion. I traced my fingers along the edge of the entrance until I reached a defined nub near the top that I could only presume was her clitoris.
That presumption was all but confirmed when Lilah's legs twitched inwards to close around either side of my body and a gasp was torn into her lungs. Despite all of that, our eyes never left each other's. Fudge and blueberries that glittered through a haze of arousal. I opted to ignore her clit for now- I knew that it could often be too sensitive, at the very least.
Instead, the fingers that were probing around the edge of her entrance decided to begin their delving expedition. A heavy, ragged breath shuddered from Lilah's lips when my index and middle finger slipped down to the second knuckle. I had been planning on taking it relatively slow and only going to my first knuckle, but the way that her hips bucked downwards into me caused my hand to go deeper. Given that knowledge, I went for broke and slid them the rest of the way in.
I held still for several moments. Part of it was to let her get accustomed to my fingers being inside of her precious vault. The rest of it was so I could get accustomed to it. She was squeezing me from all directions like a warm, fleshy, tight hug around my fingers. Once again, the naughtiness of the action was made relevant simply by the knowledge that my fingers were inside of my best friend.
My best friend, who could offer no words while gazing into my eyes. All she could do was nod for me to start moving.
So I did.
I pulled my hand back until I could see the base of my fingernails before slowly sending it forward again as far as it could go. My unused fingers were curled against my palm, pressed in between my own skin and the silken wetness of Lilah's pussy when I hilted against her a second time. And then a third. And a fourth.
I began a moderate but firm pace as I sawed to and fro inside of my friend. I was thankful for her lustful grunts and moans, they were confirmation that I was doing an adequate job. Well, that and the fact that her legs were instinctively trying to clamp closed every time she twitched. All I could do was scooch myself forward and lean in so that my torso blocked her unintentional attempts to interrupt my administrations. Her legs were practically resting on my shoulders when I brought my other, unused hand up and started rubbing it along the outside of her thigh.
Lilah's own hands were not left alone either. In my peripherals, I could see that one of them was now clamped overtop her shirt and was groping roughly at her breasts. I couldn't see the other, but I could certainly feel it brush against my own as she started to rub her exposed folds. I wasn't even going to try and pretend that I knew all the best ways to bring about pleasure to a woman, so her assistance was appreciated. After all, who would know how to best bring Lilah to orgasm than Lilah herself? She would know where to touch, where to prod, what speed to move, and how hard to press. All I could do was keep my fingers thrusting in and out of her snatch as a stimulating medium while Lilah did everything she needed to. Still, I just wanted to make sure.
"What do you need me to do?"
Lilah almost sounded like she was choking on her tongue as she spit out a response. "Boobs! Pl- hnngh- please!"
That was everything I needed. My hand resting on her thigh instead moved forward. I had to lean in a little bit further so that I could reach her free breast. I was about to begin fondling her through her tank top like she was doing already, but Lilah paused for a brief moment to pull the hem of her shirt up to her armpits. Once her tits were revealed to the world and I, Lilah continued to roughly grope at herself.
She was already breathing heavily, chest heaving and flushed with red, while the rest of her body was shuddering against me. If that didn't mean she was close, then nothing would. I just kept my eyes locked onto hers while I firmly pressed my free hand into her breast and began squeezing with far more intensity than when we were cuddling before dinner. Lilah squealed when I pressed my thumb into her rocky nipple- a squeal that turned into a throaty, guttural groan as I moved it almost like a joystick on a gaming controller.
For many blissful seconds, Lilah and I were locked in our embrace. One hand each on one of her breasts, and our other both crowding for space at her desperate flower. Her legs up on my shoulders, and both our eyes locked by ethereal chains of lust onto the other's.
It was nothing short of beautiful to watch Lilah crest the peak of pleasure. Sure, she broke eye contact, but that was because her head pressed back against the headboard and tilted to the ceiling as she gave a loud, strained cry. That just meant that my own gaze was now free to look over the many aspects of her orgasm and how it affected her perfect body.
Her chest turned a shade of scarlet that I wasn't even sure was possible with caramel skin like hers. The delicate hand on her breast was clenched with such visible tightness I thought she was going to rip her own nipple right off. The other pressing against mine for space in her sodden sex was bearing down on her clit, and I could feel her lock her ankles together behind my back. Through it all, her body shook and quivered like a waterbed in an earthquake.
Her orgasm seemed to go on for hours, but it was probably only a handful of seconds. I didn't dare to stop moving. My hands only faltered when the hand violating her clit twisted around and clamped onto my wrist to hold still and stop my continued thrusting. Her face was still pointed towards the ceiling for many more long, strenuous breaths before her gaze finally tilted downwards to meet mine.