Party of Two in London

“Last night’s party with the escorts agency staff wasn’t as exciting as I’d hoped. Don’t you agree?”

Joan lay on her side on the room’s single bed, sighing. She planned to spend the summer in London with Olivia, but so far it wasn’t as exciting as she’d hoped. They were platonic friends—though Joan hoped to change that—and had known each other since their first year at university. But even though it was just the first week of their summer break, she’d already learned quite a few things about her good friend.

Olivia nodded, lying in a pose that mirrored Joan’s.

 “Yeah, kind of. But we still have many weeks to come, and there’s another party tonight.” Smiling, she licked her lips. “I think we’ll meet some hot guys this time.”

Joan shrugged. In her mind, she knew that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted Olivia.

Joan watched Olivia’s fingers play over the fabric of her blue tank top. She was wearing only that and gray panties. The color against her dark skin was breathtaking. She was jealous of Olivia’s darker complexion and how good it looked in the sun. In a way, she was glad neither of them were wearing much more than tops and panties. She was so turned on, she wished she wasn’t dressed at all. She wanted to play with herself—and Olivia—there and then.

Joan was so lost in her thoughts she missed what Olivia said.

“—hello, Earth-to-Jojo!”

Joan blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“I was talking about whether going to the party was a good idea. What do you think?”

“I don’t mind the party, but I’d rather we just stay in.”

“True.” Olivia nodded. “I wouldn’t mind sharing some alone time with you.”

Joan blushed, her pale skin warming at the thought. Was Olivia hinting at what she thought?

“We could do a lot of stuff, or we could just lie all day on this big-ass bed. It’s all good as long as we’re close.”

By close, did she mean sex?

Joan had kissed Olivia before, but it wasn’t serious—it was more of a friendly peck. They hadn’t taken it to the next step. Yet.

Olivia patted the sheets. “Why not come closer?”

This time, they weren’t drunk like the first time. Joan’s skin tingled, and her heart raced. She moved closer, crossing the space. She leaned in, and Olivia didn’t flinch. They kissed softly. Olivia’s lips were full and soft, and Joan hoped the brunette’s wet tongue would be on her cunt soon.

Moaning, Olivia returned the kiss. Her tongue caressed Joan’s and then moved to lick her lips.

The kiss was brief before Joan broke it.

“You’re such a great kisser.”

Olivia grinned.

Joan pushed the tank top Olivia wore over her shoulder. Olivia’s dark nipples already stood erect. It was like they were begging to be nibbled on. Joan licked her lips. She sucked one into her mouth, gently tugging with her teeth. Olivia let out a shuddering breath. Joan’s hands slid down Olivia’s body and grabbed her lacy thong by the strings. Olivia shifted her hips up to allow easier access.

Peeling the thong away from her best friend’s hot pussy, Joan tossed it on the floor. Now that the damp lace was out of the way, she took her place between Olivia’s legs. Olivia spread her thighs as Joan gently tongued the smooth, dark skin of her lips. A few shades darker than the surrounding flesh, her labia parted easily to reveal the sweet, pink walls already waiting.

Joan slid her two middle fingers into the wet heat, and Olivia gasped. Joan had fingered herself too many times to count, but taking another woman like this was rare and always an exhilarating experience. She turned her attention to the gorgeous, hard clit, bringing in her lips. Olivia tasted even better than she smelled.

A few more licks and strokes, and Joan had managed to hit a few right spots. Olivia’s moans and shudders grew intense. Just as Joan was about to plunge her tongue inside, Olivia stopped her and sat up.

“I need more.” Olivia’s gaze was piercing. “I want us to fuck.”

Joan grinned. She had just the thing. Reaching into a drawer nearby, she pulled out a double-ended dildo.

“Oh, we’ll fuck, alright.”

Joan inserted one end into her lips, sucking on it as her eyes were fixed on Olivia’s. Then she wriggled out of her panties, not wanting to put off what they both needed any longer. Her sensitive lips were parted, pouting, and dripping with desire. She was ready.

It was a tight fit, so Joan reached around behind her and between her legs to work the dildo into her pussy. It stretched her so nicely, and she shuddered. She figured, based on Olivia’s panting, that the toy was doing exactly what it was designed to—transmitting the movements along its length and stroking Olivia’s tight hole.

With her knees on either side of Olivia’s hips, she lowered herself. The sensation of fullness in her and the gorgeous body writhing beneath her made her want to pinch her clit. This sight beat any erotic dreams she’d had.

Joan’s blue eyes bored into Olivia’s dark brown orbs. Gasping, she grabbed her breasts and teased them. She pinched her nipples.

Olivia’s hands stroked Joan’s hips and used them to guide her up and down. The wet sucking sound as Olivia urged her to move faster turned her on even more. She put her hands on the wall and increased her pace. Her natural juices smeared Olivia’s mound and eased their movements. Reaching for her cunt, she spread herself open, allowing her to lower herself on the glorious dildo. Moaning, she teased the tighter hole between her cheeks. What would that dildo feel like in her ass? She’d soon find out. It would be a long night.

She leaned down to pull Olivia’s mouth to hers. Their tongues slipped and slid as they kissed. Joan grabbed Olivia’s hair, and moaned into her mouth. Her ass slapped against Olivia’s thighs. Olivia rubbed Joan’s clit in circles, and she nodded as her dark eyes smiled.

“Come on,” Olivia said, urging her. “Come for me.”

Joan’s thighs quivered, and her moans increased. Her pussy clamped around the blue toy, and she leaned down to capture Olivia’s mouth with hers. 

Shaking, Joan dismounted and pulled the strap-on out of Olivia’s soaking slit. She licked the sheen of sweetness from both ends, reveling in the taste. Then she turned to Olivia to taste her once more. But Olivia pushed her over and shook her head.

“My turn.”

Joan held her breath as Olivia kissed her stomach in a line up to her breasts. She shivered as her best friend’s tongue swept down and over the damp flesh of her thighs. Biting her lip, she cupped her breasts and ran her thumbs over the pink buds. She hissed with pleasure as Olivia parted her lips.

Dark hair brushed Joan’s thighs as Olivia’s head moved back and forth. Lost in ecstasy, she reached down and held Olivia’s head. Her other hand fondled her breasts as her head tilted backward, her mouth open in a breathless gasp. Just as she pulled hard at her nipples, Olivia’s fingers pushed into her. They were better than the silicone cock, touching places in her that the toy wasn’t able to.

Joan shivered; her orgasm was tremendous. Her cries echoed off the wall of their room and would no doubt be audible to anyone near.

Olivia lay beside her, her lips still wet. She put her arms around her and kissed her deeply, tasting her sweetness on Olivia’s tongue and lips.

“It looks like we won’t be going to that party tonight,” Joan murmured into her lover’s neck.

Olivia giggled. “We’ll have our fun here.”