Chapter 3: Rising Action
Lily lay on the king-sized bed, her body still humming with pleasure from the night before. The morning sun filtered in from the south bay windows, casting a warm glow on the hotel room. The view of the turquoise waters outside of their balcony was breathtaking, and the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore were a constant, calming presence. The room itself was just as they had left it the previous night.
Lily and Emmy had known each other for years. They had grown up together in Alabama and were both now attending college in their home state.
Lily looked at Emmy asleep in the same bed and smiled. She was grateful for her friend's presence, for the sense of adventure and possibility that she brought to every situation. Together, they had left their conservative upbringing behind and embarked on a wild and sensual journey, one that was only just beginning.
Lily peered along the length of her friend's body as she slept. She looked comfortable and at peace. Her warm pajamas, paired with her tousled blond hair and closed eyes, gave her an angelic appearance. It was hard to reconcile with the intimate, passionate moments she had shared with a stranger the previous night with this serene figure.
She stared at her friends legs, the same ones that had been wrapped around Dwayne's body as she accepted his cock into her and screamed out her pleasure.
She bit her lip at the memory.
Lily let her eyes travel upwards, taking in Emmy's supple curves. Her mind was awash with memories of the moment they had shared together, each one bringing a flush to her face and a tingle between her legs.
Lily grabbed a small pillow that had fallen on the floor and put it under the cover, slowly sliding it in between her legs.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her hand wander down to her panties. She thought of Tariq, of the warmth of his orgasm as it shot across her thight, of the attention he paid to her breast as she came, of his hot breath on her ear as he whispered inappropriate things to her. She wasn't even aware of the fact that she had been holding her breath. She thought of Dwayne's firm buttocks clenching as he pleasured her best friend with every push. She let out a sigh, her fingers moving in time with the sound of the crashing waves outside the balcony.
More than anything, she thought of the way Emmy stared at her while she came. There was something deeply intoxicating about her friend's eyes, something that summoned all kinds of secret desires.
She let her mind wander, thinking about how it would feel to touch Emmy's body, to feel her soft skin beneath her fingertips. Lily quietly rolled her wet pussy on the corner of the small pillow and began to slowly hump its tender fabric against her clitoris.
It was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't help it. The way Emmy had looked at her, the way her eyes had burned with desire, the way her firm breasts heaved as she gasped for air after her sexual release, it had ignited a fire within Lily that couldn't be put out. She thought about sliding her fingers inside her own moist slit and imagining that she was touching Emmy instead. It was a naughty thought, and one that she had never considered before now.
The corner of the pillow flicked her clit, and she let out a small gasp. She turned to the side to face the beautiful Emmy, still fast asleep. Lily let her imagination roam wild.
She thought about running her fingers through Emmy's long, silky hair, about caressing her soft, flawless skin, about exploring every inch of her voluptuous body. She imagined Emmy's breath hitching as she touched her in all the right places, about the way her eyes would flutter shut as she surrendered to the pleasure. She thought about kissing her, about tasting her, about feeling her warm, wet tongue against her own.
She imagined running her tongue along her tanned body, starting at her neck and working her way down, lingering on her nipples, tasting the salt on her skin, feeling her shiver beneath her touch.
She thought about how her hand would glide easily down her tight, toned stomach and disappear between her legs, disappearing under the sheet that covered them. Lily bit her lower lip as she imagined the warmth and moisture that would await her, the sounds of Emmy's sighs of pleasure as she felt Lily's fingers explore every inch of her pussy.
Her clit throbbed with desire as she pictured the scene in her mind, her fingers gliding over the pillow in time with her increasingly heavy breathing.
She imagined Emmy's hands on her body, the way she would run her fingers through Lily's long blond hair, the way she would trace a path down her chest, pausing to tweak her nipples before continuing down her stomach and settling between her legs.
She imagined feeling Emmy's warm, wet mouth on her clit, the way her tongue would flick expertly at her sensitive bundle of nerves, the way she would suck and tease, driving Lily wild with pleasure.
She wanted to feel Emmy's fingers inside of her, wanted to feel that connection, that intimacy between them. She thought about the way their bodies would move together, the way their breasts would press against each other, the way their hips would grind together, seeking release.
Lily could feel her orgasm building up inside of her, her pussy throbbing with pleasure as she thought about crossing this taboo line. She buried her head in her resting pillow, muffling the sounds of her moans as she quietly felt waves of pleasure crash over her body.
"Oh! Emmy, yes! Yes. Yes," she breathed into the pillow as she let herself succumb to pleasure. Lily regularly masturbated, often after sex with her boyfriend to get the release she assumed she would have with him. But this orgasm felt different. Deeper. Stronger. It was the orgasm of a woman becoming increasingly more fascinated by the fairer sex. She did not understand these newfound desires and she did not care. She only knew that when she thought of Emmy, desire spoke silently and yet loudly in her mind. She fought her the monster of her lust, the byproduct of hormones, curiosity, and the erotic rendezvous of these two coeds on this wild vacation in Jamaica.
Lily felt the waves of her orgasm pass as she heaved into the pillow. Her breaths were hot and heavy as she relaxed into the mattress, her body sated and spent. She squeezed her eyelids shut as she came back to reality, feeling slightly guilty for what she had just imagined. She rolled over, opening her eyes to watch the slow rotation of the hotel room ceiling fan and hear the sound of the beach.
"That was quiet a show." Emma 's voice startled Lily, breaking her out of her post-orgasm haze. She turned to face her best friend, who was grinning at her from the other side of the bed.
Lily felt her face heat up with embarrassment. "Oh fuck. I didn't know you were awake," she stammered.
Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I was until you started moaning like a madwoman. I couldn't help but watch, and I have to say it was pretty fucking hot. You've got some moves, Lil."
Lily shook her head, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I can't believe I did that. I don't know what came over me."
"Don't be embarrassed," Emma said, "I do it too. I'm a pillow gal myself. Dildoes are too much work. I favor the real deal," Emmy said, her voice like a purr.
Lily still felt embarrassed, the condemnations from her conservative upbringing about the sins of women pleasuring themselves echoing in her ears. She couldn't help but shake with shame.
Emma placed her hand on her friend's arm. Her fingers were warm and soft.
"It's natural, Lily. It's normal. It's part of being human. And you're not just any human, you're an 18-year-old college freshman on a wild vacation in Jamaica. You're allowed to let loose, to explore, to discover who you are and what you want," Emmy reassured her.
Emmy slid over to her friend, reaching down to grasp the edge of the pillow that Lily had just used to pleasure herself. She stared deeply into Lily, her blue irises gleaming with a mixture of mischief and curiosity.
Blonde 18 year-olds Emmy and Lily look at each other while laying in bed wearing pajamas. Beachfront bungalow in morning light.
Emmy grasped the small pillow between Lily's legs. "Can I borrow this?" Emmy asked, her eyes locked on Lily's, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. Lily felt her heart start racing as she nodded, unable to find her voice. She watched as Emmy slowly lifted the pillow to her nose, inhaling deeply. Lily's face flushed with heat, a thrill running through her as she realized what Emmy was doing. It was a small thing, but it felt incredibly intimate, as if Emmy were trying to experience some small piece of Lily's pleasure for herself.
Emmy dropped her panties and placed the pillow between her legs. Lily's breath caught in her throat as she watched her friend repeat her movements from earlier. She couldn't believe they were doing this together, that she had somehow stumbled into this moment of shameless, unbridled pleasure with her best friend.
Lily tried to avert her gaze, but she couldn't help staring, entranced by the sight of Emmy writhing in ecstasy on the bed. She felt a surge of arousal as she watched her friend touch herself, her body moving in time with the rise and fall of her breath.
Emmy's moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
Lily couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the intense feelings of desire and pleasure that washed over her as she watched Emmy. She realized that she had never felt like this before, not even with her weak boyfriend back in Alabama. There was something intensely thrilling about this new experience, something that stirred her deepest desires and ignited a passion within her that she had never known before.