Heather in Haven Interlude: Roommates

August 11th, 2014

Heather tossed her head back and cried out, feeling the swelling of pleasure move from between her legs, up her torso, and across her chest. She felt Olivia’s fingers push deeper into her, the sensation of teeth teasing her, and Olivia’s fingers gently flicking the small rings in her nipples. Heather allowed her pleasure to follow each sensation as the waves of her orgasm washed through her. As she came down from her endorphin high, she felt Olivia’s tongue slide between the folds of her pussy and begin the pleasurable dance once more.

“You know,” Heather looked down the length of her body, “you could bring yourself up here and let me play.”

Olivia answered her with muffled noises. Heather sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Olivia stopped and looked up at Heather, grinning playfully. “I said I would, but I like the way you cry out. You make the cutest sounds.”

“I can still cry out while I’m eating your pussy.”

Olivia frowned a moment and shook her head. “But then you’d stop, which just gets me frustrated.” She climbed up the length of the narrow bed so that she lay on her side next to Heather. “I suppose I can always give you a go at it, though.”

Heather smiled at her. “Oh may I?” Heather sat up so that Olivia could lay down. She did not understand why Olivia slept in a twin bed. She supposed it forced intimacy. Or maybe it limited it?

If they cannot sleep over comfortably, they can’t get attached.

“Please,” Heather said, “don’t sound over-excited by the prospect.

Olivia looked at Heather for a moment. She spread her legs open slightly and looked down. “Just get it over with already.” She sighed dramatically and tossed her head back.

Heather reached down to the shaved pussy below her and sought out Olivia’s clit, pinching it between her finger and thumb. Olivia gasped and popped her eyes open, bringing her head up slightly. Heather felt the moistness increase around her fingers and she had to pinch harder to keep hold of her prize. Olivia looked up at her and smiled as Heather began massaging the clit, then the folds of her pussy between her fingers.

“You’re getting mean.”

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