Midnight Rendevous

The blonde haired young girl noisily scrounged around the kitchen for some leftovers or snacks; she just wanted something to eat and didn’t really care what it was. She sighed upon finding only a small bag of cheese-flavored corn chips. Resolved to eat something she opened the bag and poured its contents onto a plate before sitting on the couch and propping her legs up on the coffee table. Her long legs were covered by her cotton black and blue checkered pants and her feet were warmly enveloped in a pair of black toe socks. A crumb fell onto her white tank-top and she sighed, setting the plate on the cushion; it was not what she wanted. She brushed the crumb aside, running a hand through her hair as she watched the actresses move in the TV.

They were saying something but the volume was too low for her to hear it. She watched them dully for a moment before she realized one was beginning to remove her shirt and toss it to the floor. She sat there, shocked, unable to move or turn away as the woman proceeded to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra, the black restriction falling to the ground before her, giving weigh to a great view of her perfectly large breasts. Sam shook her had, breaking the trance but continuing to watch the woman remove the rest of her clothes. She felt that she should change the channel but was unable to summon the desire to do so. The other woman came back into view full screen; she had smaller breasts and had jet black hair; she wore white t-shirt and nothing else.

Sam felt a tinge of warmth spread from her stomach throughout her entire body. She didn’t know what it was about the girl that made her feel so warm but she knew what the feeling was; she had long since found herself subject to desires when that perfect boy walked past her or onto the screen but a woman? That was a stretch, even for her. But at the same time she could not deny that she felt something and that it was incredibly strong. The brunette shed her shirt and stood there in all her glory, covered only by a pair of thin and tiny underwear. Sam gasped audibly and reached for the remote, shutting off the television set.

Her breathing, she noticed, was heavy and quick. She made an effort to control it as she put her palm to her face, closing her eyes. Her face felt fiery against her hand but she knew it would before she put fingers to it. She let her hand fall from her face and lay on her knee as she opened her eyes. The world seemed a tint of rose when she did; the colors of everything seemingly off but at the same time looking so very right. She glanced at the clock, which read 12:00am, and stood up, inadvertently hardening her resolve to the task she had never before imagined.

Slowly, calmly, she ascended the stairs, her heart hammering in her chest as she climbed the final level. Cautiously, she took her steps down the hallway, making sure not to knock anything over on her way to the room – to her room. At least she reached the room – the door was slightly ajar as it had been since she arrived Monday. She wondered meekly why the girl slept with her door open. Inside, the room was dark except for the moon light that came in through the window, landing squarely on the bed at the far end of the room. On the bed was a figure, laying down underneath the down comforter with a small mess of black hair poking out of the top. Sam pushed the tip of her tongue against the inside of her lips, pressing them close together finally as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

She crept like a cat, controlling each step as her eyes were fixed on her prey but at the same time being attentive to the ground before her so she did not knock over anything that would alert the sleeping girl. Just as she was about to touch the bed the sound of metal clanging filled her ears. She stood in cold dread and dared not to make a move, her breathing stopped in her throat. Her eyes were locked onto the figure underneath the comforter, watching for any signs of movement; she did not know what she would do if the girl awoke but knew she shouldn’t look away. Time moved slowly until at last she was certain that the sleeper had not awoken.

Sam let out a breath of relief as she stood there, her eyes turned passionate with an intense desire as she took the ends of the comforter in her hand, pulling it off of the bed and the girl inch by inch, all the while gazing at the girl’s face intently. When at last the comforter was pulled free of the bed she allowed her gaze to shift. Her eyes ran over her friend in deep hunger as she licked her lips. Her gaze slipped from her beautifully luscious lips down her fragile, fair neck and to her bare shoulders. Bare? Her breathing stopped once more as she realized her friend did not have on a shirt or bra; her tiny breasts bare against the cool air that threatened to turn her pink nipples to rock.

Sam’s hand slid into her pajamas and past her panties, her fingers beginning to work her small nub with agility and expertise of someone who practiced daily. A soft moan escaped her lips before she withdrew her hand, stopping herself with the whole of her strength. She couldn’t finish yet, she thought to herself.

Her gaze fell now upon her friend’s small yet firm stomach and traveled down to reach her simple black panties with a small white penguin on the front. It was a perfect contrast; a girl with black hair, perfectly fair skin and black panties? Sam groaned. There was no turning back now. Lust consumed her as she slid off her friend’s underwear, stuffing them into her pocket before spreading her legs slowly. Her friend snored loudly. Sam groaned as she saw her friend’s perfect snatch for the first time; it was barely covered with very thin and soft-looking black hair; it seemed her body knew the contrast of her hair and skin as well.

Without warning, Sam ran her hand up her friend’s inner thigh and placed her palm over her pubic mound, using her thumb to gently stroke her friend’s perfect cunt. The sleeping girl gasped softly, but Sam didn’t look up, instead she moved her thumb from the bottom of the girl’s snatch to the top in long, quick strokes, savoring the sensation. Carly moaned softly in her sleep and Sam could feel her lips growing wet and grinned. She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her hands moved down to the underside of her friend’s knees and she held them up and apart, closing her eyes as she took her first lick. The raven haired girl shuddered. That was all the encouragement she needed. She dug into her friend with her tongue, rolling it before pushing it inside of her, relishing in the taste; it was rapture. She groaned almost louder than her friend as she worked her tongue in and out of her.

Then, the brunette’s hips started to buck and Sam only grinned once more, moving her mouth upwards to suckle and lick her friend’s nub, sliding two fingers into her extremely tight cunt. Carly groaned and whimpered, arching her back as Sam worked her body past its limits. It would be only a matter of time now, Sam reasoned, until the girl below her ministrations would be able to take no more of it. She licked faster, adding a third finger into her friend as she continued.

Carly cried out softly, whimpers being the only thing that could now escape her mouth, coming frequently and loudly. Sam grinned and pressed her tongue against the girl’s clit once more as she cried out in ecstasy. Carly screamed out as she had what Sam figured was her first orgasm. Her hips bucked and her body shook as she finally came down from her high.

Sam stood up, wiping her mouth and smiling as she was finally satisfied. She began to cover her friend, stopping to take one last lick before setting the blanket back in its place. She turned to walk out, feeling the lump of her friend’s panties in her pocket that she would surely use to get herself off, when the soft voice came from behind her. She froze.

“Sam…?” What? Was she awake? No, she imagined it… she couldn’t be-

“Sam?” The voice came again, more insistently. The blonde turned obediently, looking at her friend’s expression. In the moonlight it was hard to tell but she didn’t look in the least bit groggy.

“Where are you going?” What? That wasn’t the question she’s supposed to ask. She’s supposed to ask what I’m doing here, why she doesn’t have any underwear on.

“W-what are you talking about?” She stuttered, barely able to summon her voice. Carly threw the blankets aside, smiling as she stood in her full form; completely unclothed and yet somehow unphased by it. Sam wondered if she realized she was naked but then Carly closed the distance and wrapped an arm around her friend’s waist.

“Come to bed.” She purred into her ear. She began to lead her friend to the bed and she obeyed innocently, dumbfounded. “What’s the matter?” she giggled playfully “Did you think you took advantage of me? Please! You’ve been staying over a week now and you’ve only now gotten to coming in here at night. You think I left my door open on accident? I figured leaving that porn on downstairs would put the idea in your head and not leaving any leftovers would make you restless. You’re always eating” She winked at her friend.

Sam thought it over, her spirits lifting considerably as she realized her friend purposely left her door open for her. She slipped her hand into her pocket and withdrew Carly’s panties.

“I uh took these” She extended her hand to her friend.

“I was wondering why you left them off when you got up” she smirked, pushing her friend’s hand back to her chest with a grin. “Why did you keep them?” She made her best innocent face.

“I…” Her face reddened “Was going to-“

“Get off with them?” Carly finished, keeping that innocent look on her face. Sam turned deeper crimson and nodded sheepishly. “Go ahead” Sam looked into her friend’s eyes, puzzled before beginning to put them back in her pocket. Carly touched her hand, stopping her. “I meant now.” Sam looked back up into her eyes, her own wide.

“I can’t-“

“Oh come on” She grinned “It’s only fair…you just watched me cum, why can’t I watch you?” She emphasized the word “cum” to throw her friend further off guard. Sam shook her head.

“If you really want-“
”I do.”

She sighed and looked at her friend; she was beautiful in the moonlight and that beaming smile. Someone as energetic as Carly being horny? Sam though to herself. It’s going to be a long night.