Chapter 8: The girls, continued
Chelsea felt a surge of power as she pushed deeper into Sarah's willing pussy. She was in control now, dominating her best friend, and she couldn't help but enjoy it. She looked down at Sarah's flushed face, her green eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure.
"That's it, Sarah, take it all." Chelsea growled, biting her lower lip as she reveled in the feeling of Sarah's tight walls wrapped around her fingers.
The simultaneous hot moistness of Sarah's pussy and her powerful orgasmic contractions were almost too much for Chelsea to bear. She could feel her own body trembling, building towards its own release.
Sarah's moans louder and louder as Chelsea's fingers worked their magic on her clit. Her hips rose high off the bed, the heat emanating from her pussy a testimony to the depravity of their actions.
Chelsea curled her fingers inside of Sarah, finding her g-spot, and rubbing with relentless speed.
At the same time, Sarah reached down to rub her own clit, matching Chelsea's rhythm.
The feeling was unbelievable, Sarah felt herself building up to a massive orgasm. She wanted to cum so hard and so loud - it was all she could think about.
With each thrust, she felt herself getting closer, the fire that Kris had sparked in her and been stoked by Chelsea's newfound authority, had finally reached a breaking point.
Sarah's moans grew louder, her pussy clamped down on Chelsea's fingers, milking them for every last bit of satisfaction.
Sarah's body shook with each wave of orgasm, her moans echoing through the quiet house. The two women lay in a sweaty entwined heap, their bodies spent but still trembling with the aftereffects of their shared eruption.
Chelsea laid still for a few moments, catching her breath, her chest heaving with each shallow intake of air.
it was the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life. Sure, she had a decent sex life in college and a good one with her husband. But this kind of orgasm was something different. Something primal, something dark.
Sarah shook with continuing ecstasy, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Chelsea released her clit, and Sarah missed the sensation instantly. She needed more, she craved more.
Her body was alive with desire, pulsating with need. And she knew that Chelsea knew it too. Chelseas eyes burned into hers, a malevolent heat that sent shivers down Sarah's spine.
Chelsea's body moved over Sarah's, her breasts heavy with desire pressed against Sarah's own.
Sarah could feel Chelsea's erect nipples against her own, the texture sending shivers down her spine. Chelsea reached down, her fingers tracing a path along Sarah's bare thigh.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Sarah." Chelsea murmured, her voice low and filled with lust. "You have no idea what you’ve awoken in me.”
Sarah blushed at the words, but she couldn't help the way her body responded. Her pussy was soaked, throbbing with need.
Chelsea felt drunk on the ecstasy of the power and pleasure.
She couldn't help herself as she leaned in closer to Sarah, her lips brushing against Sarah's ear. "I want to make you feel even better," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Sarah shivered as Chelsea's breath tickled her ear, her mind reeling with the mixture of pleasure and shame from the last orgasm she just had. She was still trembling with the aftershocks and there was already another intense orgasm building up in her. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chelsea grinned wickedly, her fingers tracing a path up Sarah's thigh, stopping just short of her soaked pussy. "I want to taste you, Sarah, and much more.” she said, her voice low and dripping with lust. "If we’re going to keep doing this, Sar bear, we’re going to do everything. Every little thing I’ve ever lightly be curious about.”
Sarah's breath hitched at Chelsea's words. She had never even imagined that her best friend and her would be in a position so intimate with her, but the thought of it made her pulse quicken and her pussy throb with need.
Chelsea was not going to let this opportunity of power over Sarah pass. She was ready to act on every sick and twisted fantasy she had ever suppressed - no matter how perverted.
She was in control now, dominating her best friend, and she couldn’t help but enjoy it.
"That's it, Sarah, take it all," Chelsea growled, biting her lower lip as she reveled in the feeling of Sarah's tight walls wrapped around her fingers. As she aggressively fingered her best friend, the next twisted perverted act Chelsea wanted to try popped into her brain.
She pulled her sweaty body off of Sarah's and began to put on a show for her friend as she strode over to the dirty laundry bin.
Grabbing a pair of briefs that reeked from her husband's sweaty body and a pair of her own sweat drench panties and sports bra, Chelsea walked back over to Sarah who was still recovering from the filthy finger fucking. With a twisted gleam in her blue eyes, she brought the briefs to Sarah's face and rubbed it all over her nose and mouth.
"Breath it in, sweetie," Chelsea murmured seductively, biting her lip as she watched Sarah react to the smell.
At first, Sarah was repulsed, her whole body tensed as the stench of dirty clothes filled her nostrils. But as she breathed in deeper and deeper, she found herself becoming more and more turned on.
The musky scent of her best friend's sweaty underwear and her husband's briefs were a reminder of the dirty, forbidden act the two of them had just committed. It was disgusting, but it was also incredibly erotic, and Sarah couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the thought.
“You know. When I met my husband in college, it was you he had the crush on.” Chelsea said wickedly.
“I saw the way he used to look at you in our dorm room. I even caught him jerking off to pictures of you once.”
Sarah’s eyes widened at the revelation, her heart pounding with excitement and embarrassment at the same time. She couldn’t believe that her best friend and her husband had once shared a mutual attraction, and it only made her feel even more exposed in front of Chelsea now.
“but alas he married me. And 8 years later your eon my bed be forced by me to smell my husbands sweaty undies.” Chelsea said as she looked down at Sarah, power in her eyes.
She brought the sweaty underwear closer to Sarah's face, letting her breathe in the musky scent.
Sarah's breath hitched as she breathed in the smell, her pussy clenching in response. The scent of Chelsea's husband's sweat mixed with her own sweaty underwear aroused her in a way she never thought possible.
Chelsea watched as Sarah's cheeks flushed with arousal, her pupils dilated with desire. She smirked and then leaned down, bringing her mouth close to Sarah's ear. Sarah could even see traces of dried perfume in the undies, along with a small bit of feces.
It made her feel nauseous, yet horribly turned on. Her whole body felt hot, her nipples standing erect, she knew she was already producing more wet than usual to the thought of the debauchery of this act.
"Swallow it, swallow all of it." Chelsea whispered to Sarah, as if they were playing a twisted game of truth or dare.
Unsure of what was happening, Sarah obeyed and opened her mouth to take in the dirty underwear. The taste was overwhelming, a mix of sweat, perfume and something more primal - the smell of sex.
It was disgusting, but it was also incredibly erotic. Sarah struggled to keep it in her mouth at first, but as Chelsea continued to watch her with that intense gaze, she felt herself becoming more and more turned on.
Chelsea's body leaned in closer, her breath hot against Sarah's ear. "That's it, take it all in," she whispered, her voice low and husky with lust.
Sarah closed her eyes, surrendering to the filthy act.
“I’m going to lick you, Sar Bear. Cause it’s only for I return the favor.” Chelsea began to whisper into Sarah’s ear, their erect nipples grazing against each other making both women even more aroused. “But on one condition ," chelsea said with a sly smirk. Sarah asked hesitantly, feeling like she was walking on thin ice.
Sarah’s eyes widened as a violent mix of emotions swept over her; embarrassment, excitement, and fear all intertwined into a knot of confusion. “What condition?” Sarah gulped.
“What kind of twisted pervert are you, Chelsea?” Sarah thought to herself, her face tinged with confusion and fear. She was getting more and more nervous about where this was going, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny the burning desire that was building up inside of her. She wanted this, she wanted Chelsea to do every sick and twisted thing that was running through her mind.
“I want to taste more than just your pussy. I want to taste every inch of you, Sarah. I want to make you cum like you never have before, in a way that is so dirty, so depraved, that you'll be thinking about it for days. I want to make you scream. But you’re going to do something nasty and humiliating to encourage me along.”
A shiver ran down Sarah's spine as she took in Chelsea's words. She had never been the type to engage in any sort of taboo sexual acts before, but the past couple of hours had completely changed her perspective. She felt a surge of liquid heat between her legs as she thought about what Chelsea was propositioning, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to surrender herself fully to Chelsea.
"Okay," Sarah whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
"What do I have to do?"
Chelsea smiled triumphantly, pleased at Sarah's response, towering naked over the full naked Sarah, both women still covered I eachothers juices and sweat. "I want you to talk to me Sarah. Talk to me about the dirty little slut you’ve become, and all the nasty little things you crave. I want you to smell and eat those sweaty undies while you do it, and praise me and my body.” Chelsea commanded.
Sarah swallowed hard, struggling to find the words but the act of talking about herself in such a loathsome way fueled her deeper into the embrace of this sick fantasy. She began to narrate, her voice weak and trembling with embarrassment.
“I am a dirty, filthy little whore, Chelsea. I can’t stop thinking cucking my husband with Kris, his big cock inside me, filling me up as he calls me his dirty little slut.
Fuck, it feels so good to give in to my desires, to let Kris have his way with me. I've never felt so alive, so free. And it's all because of you, Chelsea. You're the one who made me see that it's okay to be a little bit dirty, to indulge in my darkest fantasies.”
Chelsea grinned at Sarah's words, a dark satisfaction flashing across her face. She loved being in control, making her best friend submit to her every desire. It made her feel powerful, desired.
"That's it, Sarah, keep talking," Chelsea whispered huskily, her fingers tracing a path down Sarah's stomach.
Sarah shivered at the touch, her body responding to Chelsea's commands like a well-trained pet. She continued to narrate her dirty thoughts, her voice growing bolder and more confident as she spoke.
"I want to feel Kris inside me, Chelsea. I want him to fuck me so hard that I can't walk straight for days. I want to be his filthy little whore, begging for more and more and more. I want to see mark cucked hard and forget all about him…” Chelsea's fingers reached Sarah's clit, and she began to circle it gently, her touch setting Sarah's nerves on fire.
"Tell me more, Sarah. What else do you want? How dirty do you want to be?" Chelsea whispered, her voice low and seductive.
Sarah felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the depravity of the moment, her inhibitions slowly fading away. She was lost in the haze of pleasure and lust, and she couldn't get enough.
"I want him to cum inside me, Chelsea. I want to feel him exploding inside of me, filling me up so much that it drips out of me and onto the sheets. I want him to leave his mark on me, to claim me as his dirty little whore, and I want to wear it with pride. I don't want to care about anything else anymore. I want to be consumed by this pleasure, by these desires that I've been repressing for so long. I want to be bred by Kris.
I want to be used and taken until I'm nothing but a cum dumpster for him. I crave the feel of his cock inside me, stretching me wide and filling me up. I want to be fucked hard and rough, to feel the roughness of his hand on my throat as he thrusts deeper and deeper, making me orgasm again and again.”
Chelsea grinned at Sarah's words, a dark satisfaction in her eyes. Yes, this was what she had wanted all along. To make Sarah beg for it, to make her crave this depraved yet intense pleasure. She began to work Sarah’s clit with her fingers, giving it light kisses.
“go on sar bear.” chelsea said, touching Sarah’s pussy gingerly. “What about my husband? Do you like his used undies? Do you admit to having a crush on him all those years ago too?” Chelsea asked, her tone flirtatious and challenging.
Sarah blushed, nodding slowly, unable to meet Chelsea's gaze. “Yes, I did,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Chelsea grinned, her fingers tracing a pattern on Sarah's inner thigh. “See, we're not so different after all, are we?” she said, her voice low and seductive.
Without waiting for an answer, Chelsea leaned in and pressed her lips against Sarah's pussy. “Now tell me how dirty and gross you wish you could fuck my husband, and how jealous you are of me that I get to and how perfect my body is.” Chelsea growled, her lips still pressed against Sarah’s wetness.
Sarah's mind raced with the vulgarity of the request, her body pulsed with a mix of shame and need. "I want to fuck your husband, Chelsea. I want to feel his hard cock inside me, and I want to do it all while he's thinking about you. I want to turn him on so much that he can't resist you.
I want him to cum all over my body, I want to taste him and be drenched in him. I want to cum so hard that I can't remember who I am, if only for just a moment."
Chelsea's eyes flashed with a dark hunger at Sarah's words. She let her fingers graze Sarah's clit, feeling the wetness and heat radiating from her. Sarah gasped, her hips bucking up towards Chelsea as if begging for more.
"Go on, Sarah.” She commanded. “Say all the perverted dirty things you wish you could do for my husband. And how sexy my body is a lucky I am that I get to fuck him.” Chelsea said.
She moved her head down to Sarah's throbbing clit, and started flicking it with her tongue. Sarah shuddered in pleasure, moaning loudly as Chelsea continued her relentless assault on her throbbing bud.
Chelsea's other hand moved up to Sarah's pussy and started finger-fucking her at the same time. She could feel Sarah's walls spasming around her fingers, and knew she was close to cumming.
"Chelsea, don't stop.” Sarah begged.
“if you don’t want me to stop, keep talking.” Chelsea clapped back. “Tell me how sexy I am and how lucky I am that I fuck my husband. Not you. And how sexy I look while he fucks me.” Chelsea demanded, her tongue still working Sarah's clit with relentless skill.
Sarah's mind reeled with the shock of Chelsea's words, her pussy clenching involuntarily around Chelsea's fingers. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of another intense orgasm, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"You look so fucking sexy, Chelsea," Sarah managed to choke out, the words barely audible as she writhed under Chelsea's touch.
"I can't even imagine what it must be like to fuck your husband, to have him inside you and filling you up."
Chelsea's only response was a low growl, her tongue still working Sarah's clit with relentless skill. She could feel Sarah's walls spasming around her fingers, knew she was close to cumming again.
Sarah's body was a trembling mess of pleasure and shame, her mind a whirlwind of dirty thoughts and depravity. She had never spoken like this before.
“you’d look so fucking hot, chels, riding his cock. Your perfect titties bouncing, your juicy pussy leaking. Your body is so fucking hot, I wish I could be as sexy as you, and fuck my man as well as you can.” Sarah whimpered. Her body quivered with each flick of Chelsea's tongue against her sensitive clit, the sensation building stronger and stronger until she was on the edge of exploding.
“You think the way I fuck my husband makes me sexy, Sarah? Then you should see the look on his face when he comes inside me.” Chelsea said, her fingers deftly working Sarah's already sensitive clit and wet pussy.
Sarah's breathing was deep and heavy now, her body thrashing on the bed as Chelsea continued to toy with her. “Don’t you dare cum, Sar Bear. Keep talking.” Chelsea said as she dove back into Sarah’s soaking weak sex.
Sarah’s body was on fire, her molten lava core refusing to be contained by what remained of her human shell. She could feel herself getting dangerously close to the precipice, her muscles tensing, her body ready to explode in what promises to be a cacophony of pleasured release. Sarah continued to say all the dirty depraved things Chelsea wanted her to say, going in an even darker direction.
“I want you to cuck me, Chels. To fuck my husband better than I ever could. He’s a beta cause I’m not nearly as sexy as you. I want to see you cum, Chelsea, and watch you bounce on his dick like a damaged doll. I want to see your juices splattering all over his body, and I want to taste every bit of him after you let his load fill you up.” Sarah said, her voice wobbly but growing more confident and enthusiastic with each passing moment.
Chelsea grinned wickedly, her eyes bored into Sarah’s and she knew that her power over her had only increased. She loved the feeling of being in control, and the way Sarah was responding to her only fed her hunger for more. Sarah continued on , saying depraved things that she never would have imagined coming out of her mouth. She spoke of the pleasure of being cucked, of watching her best friend fuck her husband and take him in ways she never could. Sarah's words kept pushing Chelsea further and further into her dark desires, until she finally lost control. Sarah, flowing like a river, neared her peak and began to say the nasty most depraved things yet.
“I wanna suck my husbands cum out of your hot perfect pink pussy, Chelsea baby. Then I want to be your husbands sex doll, and him use me like a cheap toy and abuse my body. I want to hear the sound of him slapping my tits while he ravages my body. All while I watch you give my husband the best fucking fuck of his life. I want to suck all the milk from your tits after he breeds your fertile pussy, chels.
I want to taste the rich creamy load from your cummy pussy, and I want to see my husband's cum dripping from your every hole when he's done using you. I want to see your fingers dripping in his seed, and I want to lick them clean after he's had his way with you. I want you to be my replacement, Chelsea, and be my husband's new favorite toy. I'll watch you pleasure him, and I'll even join in too at times.” Sarah yelled, her voice trembling with desire.
Chelsea grinned triumphantly, feeling a surge of power at Sarah's words. She could tell how turned on Sarah was by the slickness of her pussy and the way her body trembled under her touch. She couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that her best friend was reduced to a quivering mess by her depraved fantasies.
"Do you really mean it, Sarah?" Chelsea whispered, her voice dripping with lust.
"Then come for me again, Sarah. Come all over me, show me just how slutty you really are."
With that, she increased her pace and force, stroking Sarah with abandon, losing herself in the filthiness of the moment. Sarah's body was writhing beneath her touch, her back arching off the bed as she moaned and cried out. She was so close, she could feel it building deep inside of her.
And with one final thrust of Chelsea's fingers, Sarah let go.
A scream ripped from her throat as her orgasm tore through her, each wave cresting higher and more intense than the last. Constellations of stars danced behind her closed eyelids, and all she could focus on was the Winter fire consuming her from the inside out.
Chelsea leaned forward, pressing her valuable tongue to Sarah's own, tasting the salty tang of her own cum and the sweat and grime that came before it. The base of Sarah's spine arched off the bed, and she began to spray her cum, mixed with urine directly into Chelsea’s face.
Gh Gh Gh, the sounds of Sarah cumming muffled through Chelsea's clenched teeth, and she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction as she swallowed the warm liquid. Sarah convulsed and collapsed, covered in sweat and her own cum from the intensity of orgasm Chelsea had brought her too. But Chelsea wasn’t done.
With a growl, Chelsea pulled her self onto the bed, mounting Sarah and straddling her friend. She positioned herself, aligning her pussy with Sarah's mouth and grinding her body down against her friend's warm, wet face.
Sarah's nose was buried deep in Chelsea's curls, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal as she tasted the sweet, salty flavor of her friend's pussy. Chelsea grinding down harder and harder, moaning out loud with pleasure as Sarah's tongue licked and penetrated her.
"Fuck, Sar Bear! That feels so fucking good!" Chelsea shouted, her voice echoing in the quiet bedroom. “I’m so close to baby.”
Sarah moaned into Chelsea's pussy, the sound muffled by the flesh, her hands gripping Chelsea's petite but firm, round ass. Every drop of energy she had left trying to make Chelsea cum. Chelsea continued the dirty talk as she pinched her own nipples, desperate to cum as instense as Sarah had.
"That's it, Sar Bear. Make me cum. Fuck, I'm so close. I wish I could see your face as your tongue works its magic on my clit. I want to watch you eat me out like the dirty little slut you are. I want you to lick me clean, taste every bit of my pussy on your tongue. Fuck, yes, just like that!"
Her words spurred Sarah on, her own desire to make Chelsea cum as intense as Chelsea's words of dominance had driven her.
“I do wanna fuck mark in front of you. Even if he’s just a beta cuck himself. Watch your face while I make him squirm. Be the first pussy he’s ever cum in bare. Then while you eat his load out of me watch my husband fuck you like a doll while he kisses me . I want you to let me cum on your nipples, rubbing your tit in my cum. I want the taste of you and my husband on myself when it's all over." Sarah had never heard such depraved things from one of her friends before, and yet, something about Chelsea pushing her boundaries made her feel alive.
Indeed, the combination of Chelsea's dominance, their previous vulnerable confessions and the closeness of this experience had made her ache for more. Then Chelsea made one final nasty comment that began her own earthquake orgasm.
"Sar Bear, you whore. You filthy, dirty, depraved whore. Just like me. I love your mouth and hot body." With that, she ground her wet pussy against Sarah's face one last time, squeezing her eyes shut as her orgasm washed over her in waves, forcing her to grind her teeth in ecstasy.
Sarah, her face still buried in Chelsea's pussy, could feel the warmth of Chelsea's cum as it dripped onto her chin, and sprayed on her face, soaking her entire head.
and hair. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment as Chelsea trembled above her, finally collapsing onto the bed next to her. Both women totally soaked in their own each others juices and sweat.
They lay beside each other, panting and gasping for breath, their bodies slick and wet with the heat of their lustful embrace. A few minutes of silence passed. As they came down from the intensity, reality and an awkward tension began to sit in.
"Fuck, Sarah…, what have we just done?" Chelsea whispered, her voice soft and trembling as she stared up at the ceiling. “I’m so sorry.”
Sarah turned to face her friend, her own emotions a tangled mess of shame and satisfaction. "I don't know, Chelsea," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. “I’m sorry too. This was my fault.”
Both women lay naked still drenched in their shared cum in sweat. Sarah cried softly into her hands as Chelsea stared up at the ceiling.
The enormity of their actions was beginning to set in, and Sarah couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt and shame wash over her.
Chelsea felt the same, grappling with her own confusion. She had never done anything like this before, and the realization that she had just cheated on her husband and had her first true lesbian sec experience - all with her best friend - was a heavy weight on her chest.
But at the same time, Chelsea couldn't deny the lingering feelings of pleasure that were still coursing through her body. She had just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life, and despite the guilt, she couldn't deny how amazing it felt - wondering if she would ever get any more.
She turned to face Sarah, and saw the same turmoil of emotions reflected in her eyes.
"Sarah," Chelsea whispered, reaching out to take Sarah's hand. "I know this is was fucking. But it’s not your fault. Nothing is. We both consented here.”
Sarah turned to her friend, looking at her thru her tears. Chelsea couldn’t help but admire how cute Sarah looked as she looked up and down her cum covered body. She had occasional harmless lesbian thoughts here and there, but after the intense sex with Sarah, she was started to feel truly attracted to women.
And it all started with Sarah. The thought made her feel a strange mix of emotions, guilt from cheating on her husband but at the same time, excited to explore this new side of her.
"Chelsea," Sarah whispered, sniffling as she wiped her tears away. "I don't know what even to say."
Chelsea squeezed Sarah's hand gently, feeling her own heart twinge with sadness.
"Sarah, it's okay," she whispered, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to her friend's cheek. "We both got caught up in the moment. It's normal to feel guilty or ashamed after something like this happens, but that doesn't mean that we can't also feel pleasure or enjoyment from it."
Sarah sniffled, leaning into Chelsea's touch. "I know," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I still can't believe we did that."
"It was incredible," Chelsea said, her words still tinged with a hint of guilt. But as she looked at Sarah lying next to her, covered in sweat and her own cum, she couldn't help but think that perhaps it wasn't a mistake after all.
She moved her hand to gentle caress Sarah's cheek, her fingertips tracing the delicate skin as she smiled warmly.
“yeah….yeah it was.” Sarah said as she stopped crying to smile back at Chelsea.
She leaned in for a hug, the guilt and shame slowly dissipating as they embraced each other. They felt eachothers soft but sticky skin, and nipples press into eachother. There bodies sticking together slightly. Chelsea couldn’t help but think how sexy Sarah smelled.
She took a deep breath, pulling in her friend's scent, letting it fill her. She felt her pussy begin to twitch in response. She knew she needed more than just a hug right now. She needed to be filled, to feel Sarah's body wrapped around hers once more.
She leaned in, capturing Sarah's lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Sarah acquiesced willingly, her own hunger for Chelsea growing by the second. They tasted each other's cum, the salty tang of it mingling with their own flavors. It was a kiss of love and lust, confusion and fear.
The perfect balance of emotions, as they pushed against each other. Their tongues wrestling, their bodies writhing.
Chelsea broke the kiss, gasping for air. "How did I never know you were such a good kisser?” She said playfully at her friend.
Sarah smiled weakly, trying to swallow the wave of emotions that was threatening to overwhelm her. "Ha well you never told me your skin and body tasted so good" Her words sent a shiver down Chelsea's spine. They embraced again. This time, their kiss was slower, more lingering. They explored each other's mouths with their tongues, drawing out the pleasure as long as they could. The warmth of their bodies pressed together, and their breasts rubbed against each other.
Chelsea's hand drifted down Sarah's body and settled on her hip.
slowly Chelsea pulled away “I guess i don’t know who’s pussy tasts like what anymore. We’re both so drenched.”
both girls giggled.
“hey why don’t you stay here tonight. My husband isn’t home for 2 more days. And I don’t have a shift tonight.” Chelsea said. “We can figure out what we do about this…us…in the morning.”
Chelsea said warmly.
Sarah nodded, still lost in her own thoughts. She knew that Chelsea was right, and she couldn’t stop replaying the events of the night in her mind. They drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
hours later Chelsea got a call - it was her work. She was a nurse and being called in to cover a late shift.
She tried to protest, told them she had taken the night off, but the need was dire. In the end, she couldn't say no.
As she hung up the phone, Sarah could feel Chelsea's disappointment radiating off of her. They had both fallen into an exhausted sleep after their heated encounter, and now the night seemed ruined.
"I'm so sorry, Sarah," Chelsea whispered, her voice heavy with sleep and regret. "I can't believe they called me in like this. Look, hang out here. Make yourself cozy. I’ll be back in the morning.
Don’t move from this spot. I don't even know what we are right now, Sarah, but I know I want to figure it out.” Chelsea said, pulling away from Sarah and darting into the bathroom.
Sarah watched as Chelsea quickly jumped into the shower and began cleansing her body, her eyes captivated by the sight. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and desire well up inside of her, her pussy tingling with anticipation.