Chapter 2: Building Tension
Susan lay silently within her disheveled nest of blankets, her body throbbing as much from the day's stresses as from the teasing intensity of her own groping touch. She caressed her collarbones, tracing her fingers down the tops of her breasts until they brushed against her hungry nipples. She closed her eyes and imagined Jason there with her, his fingers tweaking hard buds that were never this bold, this stiff in real life.
Lacking his touch and voice, she conjured up moans, murmurs that she wished were his. Her mind filled with his tall, athletic frame, his chiseled jawline that sprouted the day's stubble, and his soft hazel eyes that penetrated her soul.
He murmured in her mind, telling her dirty secrets and urging her on. Her hands slid down her stomach, fingers dancing their way onto her thighs, urging them to part like the sea before her—an offering to herself.
She imagined Jason staring with unrestrained desire, the familiar flutter of nerves and darkness behind her eyelids building up, as her fingertips met her already slick lips. The tip of her index finger traced a path from her entrance to her clit, teasing it slowly, gently—the promise of what was to come.Her mind played out an illicit scene: Jason crawling onto the bed, gripping her thighs tightly with a hunger she has longed for, smearing his wet traces onto her skin with his rougher touch.
His filthy words would spill over her body like droplets of rain; each one an awakening, a burst of fireworks that went off deep within her.
Susan slid her index finger lower, pressing it into her entrance. The sensation was like trying to shove an ocean onto dry land, the ocean refusing to be held back. Her mind, freed from the constraints of reality, created the slapping sound of wet skin against skin, a sound that filled her small bedroom and made her crave to be filled just as thoroughly, and her mind's creation obeyed.
Her breath came in sharp gasps as she added a second finger, pumping them both into her sex, curling upwards to hit that spot she discovered late one night, when she'd felt thoroughly alone and wanted to take her mind off everything weighing her down.
With fervor, she played out the fantasy of Jason taking her harshly, his body moving with a wild desperation, his eyes alight with an intensity that felt almost otherworldly. The tension inside of her built with each movement, the slick sounds of her own desire accompanying the rhythm of her mechanical thrusts.
She added a third finger and envisioned Jason's hard cock filling her to the brim, no part of him left unsatisfied.
She couldn't help but moan, giving into the temptation to whisper her lover's name with each shuddering pulse, almost believing that the walls surrounding her room would vanish, and he would appear like a mirage - fucking her to completion.
"Jason," she sighed, arching her back. She imagined him moving his hands from her thighs to her hips, gripping skin, turning bone-white as he slammed into her.
How she wishes it was him; that she didn't have to go on with her hand, her thoughts, her own desperate need to be conquered and possessed.
"Goddammit, Jason!" she whispered, thrusting with greater desperation.
With her other hand, she caressed her breasts, tweaking nipples until they were hard as diamonds. She pinched both between her fingers, moaning aloud in response to the pleasure that radiated from her chest to her core.
"You like that?" she thought to the Jason of her mind, biting her lip.
Her hand moved in circular motions, twisting and hardening each nipple, before moving up to her neck, massaging it until tingles radiated down her arms and shoulders. She tugged at her hair, yanking hard enough to free free tendrils from their loose bun, as her mind danced with images of Jason's firm hold, pulling her head back by her hair, showing her complete dominance.
The thought excited her more than she had ever intended, something about the raw aggression and possessiveness he held in her fantasies making her quiver.
She took a deep breath, allowing the waves to wash over her again as she felt her climax begin to build up.
Faster, her hand worked—slipping, sliding across the slippery mound that pulsed and shuddered; clit throbbing with each plunge of fingers. "Fuck, yes," she swore, relishing the unadulterated pleasure electrifying every inch of her body. She tugged at each nipple, twisting them between tightened fingers until she couldn't hold back.
Susan closed her eyes and released her orgasm. Her body bucked and writhed, as if pulled by invisible strings, lifted into the air by sheer pleasure.
She cried out, each word barely intelligible. "Oh, God! Fuuuuck!" she moaned, every syllable trembling with the waning moments of her climax. Her clit throbbed helplessly under the lingering sensation of her quick circular rhythm.
Just as she started to relax, a sudden knock on the door sent her jumping and snatching the blanket up to her chin.
"Susan? It's Jenny, can I come in?" Jenny's muffled voice sounded from behind the door, filled with concern.
Susan cleared her throat, hastily composing herself. "Y-yes, of course."
The door creaked open, revealing Jenny's smiling face, framed by a messy bun of golden curls. Her blue eyes glittered in the dim light, taking in Susan's flushed face and disheveled appearance. "I just wanted to check up on you. You seemed so down earlier and I was worried."
Susan hesitated for a moment before finally admitting the truth. "I was watching one of our films."
Jenny's lips quirked in understanding.
"Ah, I see. You alright now?"
Susan couldn't help the grin spreading across her face. "Much better, actually."
Jenny chuckled, her eyes sparkling playfully. "Well, you always were one to love a good orgasm." She crossed the room to sit on the edge of Susan's unmade bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight.
Susan blushed harder but couldn't deny the truth in those words.
She had always been open about her sexuality with Jenny, but never seemed to find someone - like Jason - who would truly fulfill her deepest desires. The frustration had led her to drown in these adult films, the ones where women like her found their ecstasy, moaning and writhing in the throes of passion.
Jenny leaned forward slightly, placing a hand on Susan's shoulder. "You know I'm here for you, right? We've been friends for how long now?
Ten years, maybe more. We shared our dreams, fears, secrets, but most importantly, our wildest fantasies. The day we turned eighteen, we watched our first adult film together, giggling uncontrollably as we saw flesh against flesh, heard moans and dirty words that set our teenage hearts on fire. It was the start of something new and exciting between us – a shared understanding, a bond as deep as the ocean.
Jenny's hand squeezed Susan's shoulder gently, pulling her back to reality.
"Hey, I'm serious. You know you can talk to me about anything. Especially when it comes to your desires." Jenny winked, her bright blue eyes full of mischief and understanding.
With that, Susan's heart swelled with gratitude for her best friend. They had shared so much together; she couldn't imagine her life without Jenny. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could help her fulfill these forbidden desires that had long burned inside her.
The thought of Jenny knowing about the depth of her longing lit a new fire within Susan.
She felt her cheeks flush and the heat rise within her as Jenny's hand gently squeezed her shoulder.
"Alright, Susan, let's do this," Jenny murmured, a knowing smile forming on her lips.
Susan's eyes widened as Jenny leaned in, closing the distance between them in the dimly lit room. Jenny's fingers traced the outline of Susan's jawline before gently caressing her cheek, sending a shiver down Susan's spine. Their breaths mingled, and for a moment they just stared into each other's eyes.
Jenny's bright blues seemed to hold an unspoken promise - something new and unexpected was about to unfold between them.
Susan's heart thundered in her chest, a mixture of surprise and exhilaration pumping through her veins. She felt her body respond to Jenny's touch, the tender caress on her cheek setting off a ripple of desire that trickled down to the most intimate parts of her.
Jenny leaned in closer, closing the gap between them.
Susan, eyes still wide, leaned back onto the pillow. She could feel her breath quickening under Jenny's gaze. The anticipation pooled inside her like liquid heat, ready to spill over at the slightest provocation. Jenny's hand still cradled Susan's cheek, thumb drawing lazy circles on her skin.
"J-Jenny," Susan stammered, voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing?"
Jenny smiled softly and leaned in further, her breath hot against Susan's lips.
"Shh, Susan, let me show you something," Jenny whispered.
Susan's heart raced as she felt Jenny's lips brush against hers in a feather-light kiss. A spark shot through her body, igniting a flame that threatened to consume her. She couldn't help but react, her own lips parting as she returned the kiss, letting out a soft moan as their tongues intertwined.
Jenny pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire.
She whispered against Susan's lips, "I've wanted to do that for a long time."
Susan couldn't believe what was happening. Her best friend, her confidant, was kissing her. It was electric, filled with a passion she hadn't felt in ages. Jenny broke away again, leaving them both panting and flushed.
"You've thought about this before?" Susan asked, breathless.
Jenny nodded. "For longer than you could imagine." She kissed Susan again, harder this time.
Her hand moved from Susan's cheek to tangle itself in her long, brown hair, pulling gently to elicit another soft moan. The sound sparked a fire in Jenny's loins, and she felt a familiar ache between her thighs.
Susan's hands came up to rest on Jenny's hips, gripping tightly as they explored each other's mouths hungrily. Desire pooled deep within her belly, building with each flick of their tongues.
Jenny shifted her position, bringing her body closer to Susan's, feeling their breasts flatten against each other as the kiss intensified. Their breaths mingled with urgent need, their hands wandering and tugging at sheets, creating a symphony of gasps and moans between them.
Jenny broke away from the kiss, nibbling on Susan's earlobe before whispering lewd words meant only for her. "God, you have no idea how long I've dreamt of this moment.
I want to taste every inch of you." Jenny's voice was barely a murmur, sending chills down Susan's spine.
Susan gasped as she felt Jenny's lips trace a path from her ear to her collarbone, leaving hot, wet kisses in their wake. Jenny's hands roamed restlessly over Susan's body, pulling and pinching at her swollen nipples through the fabric of her shirt. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through Susan like an electric current.
In response, she arched her back, moaning Jenny's name as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.
Once free, Jenny's toned stomach pressed against Susan's own, their skin hot and flushed. Jenny slid her hands under the loose fabric of her bra, fingers kneading and pinching at Susan's nipples until they stood erect and sensitive.
Susan's breath hitched as Jenny repeated the act, drawing soft whimpers from deep within her.
She could feel herself becoming wet with each gentle tug and roll of her nipples, her core throbbing in rhythm. Jenny's lips found the peak of Susan's breast, teasing it with a flick of her tongue. She felt Jenny's hot breath against her skin, causing more chills to run down her spine.
"Oh God, Jenny!" She cried out, burying her hands in Jenny's golden curls, gripping them tightly as if her life depended on it.
Jenny's tongue swirled and teased, her fingers tweaking and plucking at Susan's other nipple. The dual sensation caused Susan's hips to buck off the bed as she moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure flooding her entire being.
Jenny continued her relentless assault on Susan's breasts, nipping and kissing her way down the valley between them until she reached Susan’s exposed bellybutton. Jenny dragged her tongue slowly around the sensitive skin, causing Susan to squirm and whimper.
"Fuck, Jenn," Susan cried out, gripping the sheets tightly.
Jenny smiled wickedly and kissed her way down further until she reached the edge of the blanket that was covering Susan’s naked body. She lowered it slowly, revealing a patch of dark curls nestled between Susan’s thighs.
Jenny inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent. She tugged at the blanket, pulling it off Susan’s trembling body entirely.
Jenny pressed open-mouthed kisses along one inner thigh, then the other, teasing her best friend relentlessly. Susan’s breath hitched every time Jenny's breath ghosted over her labia, anticipating the touch that had tormented her in all her fantasies.
Jenny's hands slid up Susan's thighs, gripping and squeezing them in turn, urging Susan to part her legs further.
Susan obeyed, her heart thundering in her chest as she spread herself open, offering herself up for Jenny’s teasing perusal. Jenny placed a gentle kiss on the inside of Susan’s thigh, so close yet so maddeningly far from where she craved it.
Jenny met Susan’s eyes briefly before her gaze lowered, studying the glistening folds between Susan's legs with ravenous intent.
Jenny parted those inviting lips with her thumbs, revealing the swollen bud of Susan’s clit, raw and aching for attention.
She leaned forward and blew gently, causing Susan to gasp and moan as the cool air caressed her burning flesh. Jenny smiled wickedly before her tongue darted out, lapping at the juices coating Susan's entrance in long, deliberate strokes towards her clit.
"Oh, fuck!" Susan cried out, hips bucking off the bed as she tried to chase Jenny's torturously slow tongue.
Jenny pressed a hand on Susan's stomach, stilling her movements and teasingly sliding her tongue back down, before thrusting it into Susan's depths. She moved her head in a short, rapid motion, fucking Susan with her tongue while the latter screamed out with pleasure.
Jenny's lips wrapped around Susan's clit, sucking hard. She felt her friend's thighs trembling and knew she was on the verge of an explosive release.
Fingers found their way to Susan's entrance, sliding in effortlessly. With her other hand, Jenny reached up to squeeze a breast firmly, teasing the nipple between her thumb and index finger. She could feel the peaks harden to stiff buds; could see goosebumps form on Susan's skin in response to her touch.
Jenny's tongue flicked at Susan's clit, her fingers curling and thrusting into her opening in a maddening tempo.
"Oh, fuck! Yes, Jenny! Right there!" Susan whimpered, digging her nails into the sheets as she arched her back. She was desperately chasing after that elusive high she so desperately craved. Her legs shook violently as her hips bucked off the bed.
Jenny's name escaped Susan's lips like a plea, an affirmation, a prayer.
But the sudden sound of the front door slamming downstairs had Susan's eyes flying open in shock, her heart lurching in her chest.
Jason.
He was home.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze, suspended in an agonizing pause as they listened for any signs that he had noticed their absence. Susan's mind raced, filled with panic and indecision.
What if he found out about this? What would he think? She felt a wave of guilt wash over her, but strangely, it was quickly replaced by a thrill that ignited within her belly at the thought of getting caught.
Suddenly, Jenny pulled away, her eyes wide with fear and surprise. She glanced towards the door and then back at Susan, her lips parted as she tried to form words. But there was no need - they both knew what had to be done.