“I fucking order you to, Charlotte. And I expect the two of you to show me exactly what you did when I return tomorrow.”
“He’s always so bossy,” Olivia murmured next to me, reading Liam’s text for herself. I dashed off a quick reply – “Yes, my King” – and sat the phone back on the table. I turned to face her.
“I’ve never been with a woman, Liv,” I stated plainly. She rolled her eyes at me.
“No kidding, Char. But I’ve seen you checking me out. You’re definitely curious.” A sexy smile curled her lips. “Besides, we’re just two girlfriends having a little fun. No need to be nervous, right?” She took a sip of wine as she regarded me, placing the glass back on the table before leaning in. Her soft lips met mine and I reacted instantly, bringing my hands up to tangle in her long, red hair. I wasted no time, stroking her tongue with mine as we deepened our kiss. She tasted like wine, blackberries and vanilla, and I wanted more.
Olivia pushed me back onto the sofa, my dark hair spilling over the edge of the cushion, and hovered over me, her thigh pressing between my legs, never breaking our kiss. Our lips melded together and our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Kissing a woman was so different than kissing a man; where I was used to the feeling of rough stubble against my chin, Olivia was softness everywhere, the smell of her floral perfume intoxicating me along with her taste. She broke away from me then and gazed down at me, her eyes glazed over with lust.
“Let’s get comfortable, Char,” she whispered, climbing off me to stand beside the couch where I laid, looking up at her. She began unbuttoning her blouse, until she stood before me in just a dark green, lace bra and her black skirt. Her pale, creamy skin was unblemished, her delicate collarbone jutting out and begging to be sucked on. The plump curve of her breasts spilled over the top of the lacy cups of her bra, and I could see her nipples pressing through the fabric. Wetness pooled in my panties as I thought of all the things I wanted to do to her, that I wanted her to do to me.
Leaning over, she grasped my hands and pulled me up from the couch. “Too many clothes, Char,” she sang, unbuttoning my navy blue blouse slowly. Once she had reached the bottom, she let the shirt hang open and trailed a slim finger from the hollow of my throat down to the waistband of my fitted gray slacks.
“You really are gorgeous,” Olivia murmured, pressing a kiss to my throat. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed, pushing the blouse off my shoulders and climbing up on the mattress. She patted the spot next to her. “Come lay with me.” I obliged, curling up on top of the comforter with Olivia, who had stripped off her skirt. Her fingers quickly unbuttoned my dress pants, pushing them down around my ass and off my legs, throwing them to the floor. Now we both wore only our matching lingerie sets: forest green lace on her, baby pink mesh on me. The see-through bra I wore had no padding, and my dusky-rose nipples stood out against the fabric. “Look at you,” Olivia uttered seductively, letting a finger trace around an areola; I gasped at the sensation of her hands on me, feeling a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “I’m going to teach you how to pleasure a woman tonight, Char,” she continued, dipping her head to bite at the erect nipple her finger had teased, “and then you’re going to practice on me.”
The anticipation I felt made me moan and rub my thighs together, trying to create friction where I wanted it the most. “Fuck, Liv,” I breathed, my hands coming up to play with her tits, kneading the gorgeous flesh softly as she continued to suck my nipples through my bra, the mesh barrier between her mouth and my skin creating a delicious sensation. She broke away from me to kneel beside me on the bed, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. Flinging it in the direction in which she’d discarded my pants, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her bare breasts.
“I want you to play with my nipples, Char,” she directed, letting out a breathy sigh when I did as she asked. I lightly traced the pads of my fingers over and around the sensitive buds, tweaking them between my thumb and forefinger. Olivia lowered herself to straddle my leg, pressing her wet center against my thigh. I continued to tease her tits while she ground herself down on me, her damp panties giving away her arousal. I was soaked, too, and the little noises Liv made drove me crazy.
Feeling bold, I sat up and flipped Olivia over, hovering over her and bringing my mouth down to lick at her chest. I took one nipple in my mouth and let my fingers pluck at the other, swirling and flicking my tongue against her skin. “Oh god,” she cried, holding my head to her chest. “Your fucking mouth feels so good, Char!”
I grinned against her skin and mumbled, “I guess I don’t need a teacher, then?”
Olivia laughed. “Don’t get too cocky.” She trailed a hand down, brushing her fingers on my inner thighs before lightly stroking me through the material of my panties. Her touch made me gasp, a rush of heat flooding my pussy. “God damn, Olivia,” I panted, “that feels so good.”
Our eyes locked as she ran her fingers over my folds, the thin mesh blocking the contact I so desperately wanted. I leaned back to sit on my heels, keeping my legs open so Liv could continue working me, and let my fingers find her mound. I teased and stroked, matching her movements, our fingers ghosting around the places we wanted them the most, the fabric barriers only heightening our arousal.
“Off,” she commanded, pulling her hand away from me and pointing to my underwear. “I want you naked, Char.” She lifted her hips and pulled her own underwear down, revealing her bare pussy to me. From my vantage point, I could see the juices glistening on her lips. I slowly removed my bra, not taking my eyes off Olivia’s lithe frame stretched luxuriously across the bed, then seductively slid my panties off while Liv stared at me. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” she asked, her own gaze fixed on my pussy, bare except for the small strip of hair that served as a roadmap to my clit. She rose up on her knees and we just looked at each other for a moment, the air around us charged with desire, the smell of our arousal perfuming the air. Face to face, our breasts nearly touching, we knelt on the royal bed and smiled at each other, ready to fuck all night long.
I don’t know who moved first, but we crashed together in a heated kiss, passion and pure lust driving us forward. My fingers twisted in Liv’s long, red hair and her hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush with her body. We kissed until we ran out of air, then collapsed on the bed. Olivia nipped and licked her way down my body, positioning herself between my legs. I could feel her warm breath wash over me, her pretty pink lips turned up as she took in the sight of me, bare and wet.
“You’re so wet, Char.” She gently probed my entrance with her finger, running it up my slit to circle around my swollen nub. I hissed with pleasure, bringing my hands up to toy with my nipples. She grinned at my reaction to her touch. “Liam told me how much you liked to fuck; I just had to see for myself.” She laid a kiss on each of my thighs before extending her tongue and flattening it against my dripping cunt. “Ohhhhhh,” I moaned, throwing my head back at the first touch of her mouth on me. She stroked me over and over with her tongue, lapping up my juices. Pressing two fingers into me, Olivia fastened her lips over my clit, sucking on the little button.
I writhed against her face, my hand moving down my body to rest on her head. I pressed her into me, smashing her mouth down on my pussy, loving the way the vibrations from her moaning felt on my clit. “Fuck, Olivia, just like that!” I cried as her fingers curled inside me. I felt myself hurtling towards my climax, my body tensing as the first waves of my orgasm rocked me.
“Fuck! Fuck! Yes, Liv, god, your mouth!” I babbled, feeling my walls clench down on her fingers, which she kept plunging into my core as I came. Her mouth never moved from me, licking me from top to bottom, my cum coating her tongue and face as I screamed under her.
“That’s it, baby, fucking come for me,” she growled, her green eyes lit with passion as she watched me come undone. I plucked and teased my nipples, the second crest coming rapidly. I continued to rock against her mouth as another orgasm ripped through me, my entire body consumed with the sensation. Olivia stayed with me the whole time, lips pressed to my pussy, drinking in my juices, moaning against my skin.
I came down, gasping for air, as Olivia languidly licked me clean, each touch of her tongue sending a spark of pleasure through me. Her lips made their way back up my body, briefly stopping at my breasts, before landing on my mouth. I kissed her hungrily, sweeping her hair back from her face. “Your turn,” I said softly. I made to switch positions with her, but she held me down.
“No, like this,” Olivia said, leaning back and tangling her legs with mine so our pussies lined up. She moved toward me and I gasped, the feeling of our sexes pressing against one another absolutely divine. Olivia began rolling her hips, creating a soft friction against my clit. I followed suit, and soon we were moaning together, our soft whimpers filling the room. I reached forward to graze the tips of my fingers against her nipple and she cried out in pleasure, thrusting her hips forward. “Yes, Char, that feels so good,” she groaned, her head falling back. I continued to play with her tits as we scissored, our juices spreading all over each other. Happy, contented sighs escaped Olivia’s lips as I rocked with her, my orgasm building.
She looked up at me, her face and chest flushed from pleasure. “I want you to scream my name when you come again, Charlotte,” she ordered, the tone of her voice reminding me of Liam when he dominated me and fucked me hard. Imagining fucking both of them at the same time sent me over the edge, and I cried out as my pussy ground into Olivia’s.
“Fuck, yes, Olivia! You feel so good!” I threw my head back and gripped her hip, pulling her as close to me as I could, bright white lights splintering my vision behind my closed eyelids. I could feel her quivering beneath me as her orgasm followed mine. “Char, baby, fuck … that pussy … so good,” she panted, gritting her teeth as she climaxed. I could feel her clit pulsing against me and we rode each other hard, coming down together and collapsing back onto the bed.
Olivia began laughing as she disengaged her limbs from mine. “Jesus, Queenie, you’re a fucking sex goddess, you know that? Liam was right.” She dropped next to me on the bed, her head lying on the pillow beside me. Reaching up a hand to my face, she leaned in and kissed me quickly. I giggled, slightly embarrassed but pleased that I’d satisfied her. “Takes one to know one, Liv.” We threw the comforter over us and turned out the lights, too tired to redress. Olivia snuggled into me and threw a leg over my hip, pulling me into her.
“I do love you, Char. You’re one of my only friends. You know that right?” Olivia’s voice sounded small and sad as she huddled against me. I kissed the top of her head and hugged her to me. “Of course I know that, Liv. All the other stuff, from when we met … that doesn’t matter anymore.” A beat of silence passed, and I thought she had fallen asleep.
“Thanks for listening about Maxwell,” she whispered. “I know I’ll be okay, but it just … it hurts right now.”
My heart broke a little for Olivia, a woman who always felt like she couldn’t be loved. I swallowed thickly, thinking about Drake, another person who continuously viewed themselves as lacking. I knew I could never come clean about how I felt about him, not now, but I wished for him to realize how lovable he was; how much I loved him. Because there was no use in denying it to myself any longer. Yes, I was in love with Liam, but I was also desperately in love with Drake. What I had convinced myself was pure lust was actually me falling more and more in love with him, day by day, year by year. What had begun as a flirtation between friends had spiraled into something much, much more.
“Are you thinking about Drake?” Olivia murmured next to me. I stiffened, terrified by her words. I’d tried to be so careful, especially once I began to think that what I was feeling had become more than just physical. I don’t … I mean … no, why would you think that …?“ I stammered, sure that she could feel my heart pounding through my chest. She twisted in my arms to face me.
“Charlotte, I know you’re in love with him, but I promise, I would never say anything,” Olivia swore, her eyes glittering in the moonlight that streamed through the window. She watched me carefully. “I swear,” she reiterated. I stared into her eyes, feeling tears prick at my own. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“I am, Liv,” I whispered, the tears sliding down on to the pillow. “I love Liam so much, but I love Drake too, and I don’t know what to do.” Now it was Olivia’s turn to hold me, rubbing my bare back as I came face-to-face with the reality of what lay in my heart. “It’s okay, Char,” she soothed. “It will all be okay. But you should know something,” she pulled back to study my face.
“Drake’s in love with you, too.”