There are a thousand possible beginnings to the story of how this happened, and they’re all swirling together at this moment. People tell stories of how they fell in love, how they knew that the person on their mind was the person they wanted to spend forever with, and that’s something I could never quite wrap my head around.
Because I’ve fallen in love with her a thousand times over, new sparks lighting as our friendship developed, and it’s the culmination of those moments that led to where I am right now. Still half asleep, with her warm body slack with slumber by my side, I let my mind wander back. Trying to map everything out, from the very start.
The first spark came into being the day we met. It was a low-key introduction at a low-key gathering, a friend nodding from me to her and saying “Allie, Leah. Leah, Allie,” leaving us to strike up a conversation that would possibly have been awkward under most circumstances. Instead, it was easy. Allie’s dark eyes were welcoming, her smile genuine, and conversation flowed between us for the next hour. She was twenty, a year older than me; the cousin of the friend who had invited us and the rest of the group to hang out.
When the sun started to drop and people started to dissipate, Allie dug a pen out of her bag and took my hand, writing her full name on the back of my hand so that I could add her to Facebook. “It was really nice meeting you, Leah,” she said, and though I didn’t recognise it at the time, the first spark lit inside me at the sound of her voice saying my name for the first time. I turned my palm to give her hand a squeeze as I returned the sentiment, said goodbye, and while driving home, I kept taking my eyes off the road to glance at that hand. As if something had changed about it when it had touched hers. The words “Allie Chua” stood out in blue against my skin, and a little part of me never wanted to wash them off.
There was the hug she gave me the next time we’d met, when I became aware of the way her slender body felt in my arms. The way we’d met to go to a movie, but had become so absorbed in conversation that by the time we remembered our original intent, the movie had started twenty minutes ago. So we passed the next couple of hours learning about each other, and I was amazed at how easy it was for my thoughts to form words. I’m not always that great at that. With Allie, though, we shared stories of our pasts and hopes for our futures, and for the first time in so many years I felt someone. I could see someone’s mind working in the same way as my own, someone who was on the same wavelength as I was, and for hours after we finally parted ways, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
After six months of what had quickly become almost daily contact, Allie’s twenty-first birthday came about. Speeches at twenty-firsts are often embarrassing, being held late enough in the night that the birthday person was slurring with alcohol; Allie, though, was barely drinking (possibly due to the number of fairly conservative relatives present), and spoke softly, but clearly. I loved listening to her family talking about what she was like when she was a kid, I loved seeing photos of her growing up into the beautiful young woman she was, I loved hearing her voice as she thanked the people who’d come to share this night with her. But the moment that sparked into my consciousness was when her thanks turned to her friends, when she finished with “and my gorgeous best friend, Leah”.
People descended upon her when her speech ended, but somehow, I worked my way through the crowd to come face-to-face with her. As soon as her eyes met mine, her face split into a grin, and I grabbed her in a tight hug. She turned her head and reached up to place a peck on my cheek, and although it was winter, the room felt a little bit warmer.
The one day I can pinpoint is the day I became totally aware, consciously aware of my desire for her. It was the early hours of the morning, and though I’d been dozing for a couple of hours, I hadn’t fallen into a deep sleep yet. Mostly awake, with my body feeling tight and warm, I let my fingers trail up my thighs. I was the comfortable, sleepy kind of aroused, and as I let a finger slide under the waistband of my underwear, the image that came into my mind was dark hair and dark eyes, and the small smooth hands I’d felt on my hand and arm and cheek so many times.
As one hand worked its way between my legs, the other slid underneath my T-shirt, the pad of my thumb finding my nipple and stroking it into hardness. Without any conscious thought, my mind was holding onto the image of Allie lying there beside me, her hands travelling across my body. Her almond-shaped eyes wide with desire.
A soft moan escaped me as my hips rocked up towards my hand and the tip of my finger finally slid across my clit. In my imagination, Allie’s body was against mine, her lips and tongue warm against my neck and my collarbone, and my slow, languid movements gave way. My hips gave a jerk as I pictured Allie’s hand taking the place of mine, and it seemed to take barely seconds until I was moaning into my pillow, riding the wave of one of the strongest orgasms I could remember.
In the days and weeks and months following, I would spend hours and hours thinking about that moment. But there was never any other conclusion I could come to than the obvious, the one that I knew was true. That I wanted her.
After that night, she became my most common visualisation. In my fantasies, I felt her hands and mouth on me. I uncovered her body, learning the parts of it that made her breath catch in her throat. In the real world, my heart started to beat harder when she hugged me, rested her chin on my shoulder, played with my fingers. My stomach gave a twitch the first time we went swimming together afterwards, although I’d seen her in a bikini so many times before that — and had felt that familiar tug in my heart so many of those times. I hadn’t fallen for her that night. I’d just realised something that had happened long ago.
This year is the first year I’m living out of home, in a tiny studio apartment that barely fits a double bed, small table and two chairs, and a beanbag. I moved out in January, with the help of my parents, but Allie insisted on coming to help out, and was the first one to throw her arms around me when I took my first step into my own place. My parents left first, and after we’d given up on unpacking boxes, Allie took my hand.
“I’m so proud of you, Leah.”
I flushed. “It’s not exceptional or anything. Like, I’m 22. Lots of people have moved out by now.”
“Not me.” I flinched internally at the look on Allie’s face, immediately wishing to pull my words back. Allie has been living with her parents while she studies, and I know she’s self-conscious about it.
“It’s okay.” She opened her arms, and I stepped into them, relaxing into the embrace I’d come to know so well and crave so often. Lacking a sofa, I sat down in one of my dining chairs, Allie settling into my beanbag at my feet. Her head rested on my knee, and I brought my hand down to rest on her hair. Until Allie’s dad came to pick her up, we didn’t speak. Just sat. And the feeling of her gentle breath, her smooth hair under my hand, her warmth and her presence, became a part of my spirit.
Tonight, we’d been invited to a friend’s party. We’d been eager, expecting a good night with some of our close friends; but it wasn’t long before we were disappointed. The people we knew there were outnumbered by people we’d never met, who seemed more focused on the alcohol on the kitchen counter than on being in any way considerate towards the people they were talking over and bustling aside. With the kind of nonverbal communication honed over the course of years, Allie and I made the decision that the backyard was a much better place to be. On the way, I snagged a bottle of Baileys from the counter. Who wants to go home from a party sober?
“It’s full of kids in there,” was the first thing Allie said once we’d found a comfortable patch of grass, our backs to a tree trunk. “What’s that all about?”
“Probably people from Matt’s work.” I was relieved to find the cap of the bottle open, and I took a long swig from the half-full bottle before passing it to Allie.
“I wish he’d kept it small. It would have been so much nicer if it was just everyone who knew each other.” Allie gulped from the bottle, putting it on the ground between us, and I rested my hand on hers for a second before picking up the bottle again.
“Maybe some of the others will come outside in a bit. Get away from all the idiots.”
“Probably.” Allie leaned her head against my shoulder. “I like it right now though. Just us.”
“Just us,” I echo, taking another gulp from the bottle to distract myself from the stupid smile I can feel bubbling up. Allie grabbed my wrist, giggling.
“Hey, slow down with that. I’ve gotta have some too.” Over the next twenty minutes or so, we kept passing the bottle back and forth. Eventually the bottle was empty, and I knocked it aside with an uncoordinated whack of my arm. Allie giggled, the sweetest sound I thought I’d ever heard, and flopped down onto the ground.
“You right?” I asked, reaching out to rest my hand on her shoulder.
“I’m good. Ground’s just comfy.”
“Ground’s all hard. Come here,” I said, giving her shoulder a little tug, and she shifted to rest her head in my lap. Just like that night in my apartment, I moved my hand to her hair, stroking it gently as the sounds of the party blurred in my ears. Allie was warm, and her breathing was deep and regular, and I languished in the feeling for a while before I realised that she was starting to doze off. Of course, the solution was to gently, gently slide my hand just under the hem of her shirt — my heart leaping at the warmth of her skin — and to wake her up. With tickles.
Allie shot into a sitting position, reaching to try and grab my wrists, as I tickled her stomach with one hand, and then both. We were both trying to tickle each other, and stop the other from tickling us, hands going everywhere, and eventually Allie had me straddled. I was still sitting cross-legged against the tree trunk, but Allie was on my lap, her hands pinning mine to the tree behind me. As our giggles subsided, I found myself very aware of her proximity. Her face a couple of inches from mine, her body tight against mine in places that were much warmer than they should have been, the way she was holding my hands — keeping them in place… something I’d imagined, a few times, late at night when nobody could hear the sounds I made…
Like the sound that escaped me right then. I moaned.
-Shit, shit, shit-, my mind screamed. Way to give yourself away, Leah. A tipsy tickling match with your best friend shouldn’t set you whimpering. Even if her hands were still warm and tight on my wrists, and her eyes were locked onto mine…
“Did you just…” asked Allie, her voice trailing off. I couldn’t blame her for not finishing the sentence. My face burning hot, I ducked my head, avoiding her gaze. I felt her release one of my wrists, and waited for the other one to be set free. For the sound of her getting up and walking inside, without me. Instead, I felt a couple of fingers lifting my chin, and automatically, I raised my eyes. Her thumb gently stroked my chin as she raised my face to the level of hers, and combined with the look in her eyes, her touch sent fire through my veins. Her eyes were exactly as I’d pictured so many times — wide, and questioning, and locked on mine. Then they were closing, and so were mine. From then, I was guided by instinct. There was only one thing in the world that I could do.
Even knowing it was coming, it still jolted my world off its axis.
Our first kiss was a bump of lips, too fast. But Allie’s lips were cool and sweet against mine, and our second kiss was like she had touched every nerve of my body. Almost to my dismay, she released my hands from her grip, but almost before I realised it, her hands had slid down to the back of my neck, and I wrapped mine around her waist. Pulling her even closer, not knowing that had even been possible, but knowing that I couldn’t handle any distance between us at that moment. Her lips parted against mine, and when her tongue met my own for the first time, she was the one to moan.
I drew away from the kiss, slowly and unwillingly, as though my lips would have to be torn to be separated from hers. I could feel how hot my face was, imagine the colour my cheeks must have been. Allie doesn’t really blush, but I could feel her breath on my lips, and it was as ragged as my own. I slid a hand up her body, from her waist to her neck — watching her eyes squeeze tight for an instant — and then to her face, to cup her cheek. I ran my thumb across her lips.
Allie swirled her tongue in a gentle circle around the tip of my thumb, her eyes locked onto mine. And a second later, she swallowed my gasp, claiming my lips once more.
I have no idea how long we spent in that backyard, locked in each other’s arms. But I remember every detail of what happened. The way her lips and tongue tasted of sweetness and alcohol. The warmth of her skin under my fingers, and the trails of fire her touch blazed through my veins. The way we ended up shifting positions, from sitting up to lying down, and the weight of her pushing me into the ground. That I never wanted anything to change, for the rest of my life. I wanted to be engulfed by her.
I slid a hand down Allie’s back, finding the hem of her shirt, and creeping underneath it. She pulled out of the kiss and my heart skipped a beat, but instead of moving away, she ran her lips down my cheek and onto my neck. My whole body shuddered as her lips pressed right over my pulse. I ran my fingers slowly up the warm, smooth skin of her back, and was rewarded by a groan into my neck, an arching of her spine against me. Her teeth grazed my collarbone, and when I whimpered, she pulled the sensitive skin between her lips, her teeth. I could already tell I was going to bruise up, and I could not give a single fuck. All I cared about was that she not stop.
Allie’s thigh slid between my own. Even through two layers of cloth, the pressure between my legs sent a throb all the way to my brain, my fingertips, the tips of my toes, and as my hips pushed up towards hers, I heard her breath catch against my neck. Her lips and tongue and teeth kept exploring my neck and collarbone, and my shaking hands kept stroking and rubbing her back under her shirt. I wondered if she could feel the rapid thumping of my heart.
As Allie’s lips made their way back up my neck, and my hand worked its way further down her back, and my head was swimming with the feel of her…
My fucking phone!
Allie rolled off me, lying down on the ground beside me. “You better answer it,” she said, between shallow breaths.
I pulled the phone from my pocket, frowning at the normally-appreciated name on the screen. “James.”
“Maybe he’s ready to give us a lift,” Allie suggested, her eyes looking deeply into mine. “Back to your place.”
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
“Hello?” I asked, bringing the phone to my ear.
“Hey, where are you?”
“Out the back.” Despite the alcohol in my system, I pulled out something that would make sense without arousing suspicion. “Allie’s pretty drunk. Just trying to get her some fresh air and everything.” Allie nodded beside me, and I rested my spare hand on hers.
“Cool. I’m about to leave, with Jess and Liam. Did you want a lift home?”
“That’d be awesome.” I swallow as the implications of what I’m about to say cross my mind. “Can you drop Allie at my place too? Probably better than her going back to her parents’.”
“Yeah, good call. Meet me at the car? Do you need a hand with her?”
“Nah, I’m good. See ya in a minute.” Allie turned her hand so that our palms were touching, and I threaded my fingers between hers. And as we get to our feet, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. This was my best friend. This was the most beautiful girl in the world. This was the girl who’d commanded my thoughts for years, and now I wore the marks of her teeth on my neck. This was real.
Holding Allie’s hand in what I hoped looked like a supportive gesture to a friend who’d had far too much to drink, we weaved through the house to where we’d dropped our bags, and then out the front to where James stood, leaning against his car. The front passenger window was down, and Jess was chatting with him through it; Liam was in the back, leaning his head against a window.
“Need a hand?” asked James, catching sight of us. He opened the door, and I slid in.
“Come on, Allie. You take the window.”
“Thanks.” The slur in her voice was pretty convincing. James closed the door behind her once she was settled, and I fastened her seat belt, letting my fingers linger on her hip for a second or two longer than necessary. When James settled down in the driver’s seat, he looked back at me. “All okay?”
“Yeah.” I almost panicked as I saw his eyes move to my neck, spotted with hickeys and bite marks, but he didn’t say anything. Just turned back to the wheel.
James dropped Jess off first, and between the party, her place, and mine, the drive was about twenty minutes long. Never in my life had twenty minutes felt that long before. I’d been imagining, craving, Allie’s kisses for years, and now that I knew what they felt like, losing them felt like withdrawal. Allie’s thigh was hot against mine, and her hand was resting on my knee. When nobody was paying attention to the backseat, she would trace little circles on my thigh. Knowing what it was like to kiss her, to touch her, and knowing that when the drive was finally over I’d be doing the same thing again — and maybe going further… I shook my head to clear it. I was already spending the trip painfully aware of the embodiment of sexual tension sitting by my side. No need to exacerbate it.
Nobody talked much along the way. When James pulled up out the front of my apartment block, he cut the engine and asked if I needed a hand getting Allie inside. “I think she’ll be okay,” I said quickly. “She’s steady enough.”
“Take care of her.” His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and I wasn’t sure whether he winked or not. My cheeks flaming, I leaned over Allie to open her door, and let her spill out of the car.
“Thanks, man.” I followed her out as fast as I could, slamming the door behind me, and waved. Allie grabbed my arm, still walking with her fake drunken stagger, which she kept until we were inside the building and out of sight.
Every nerve in my body wanted to kiss her then and there, but it was two in the morning, and we were still at risk of someone seeing us. We crept together to my door, and as I fumbled with my keys, Allie wrapped her arms around me from behind, breathing hot breath onto my ear. Even with shaking hands, I got the door open. And we were inside.
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Allie was pulling me towards the bed, and we landed on it in a tangle. Her mouth was finally on mine again. This time, we were lying side by side, arms tight around each other, and in the darkness of the room, I was aware of all the things I couldn’t see. My breath, and hers, both coming in gasps between kisses. The beating of my heart, rapid and hard, like it was trying to pound through my chest. The softness of her body against mine, the swells of her breasts and slenderness of her waist. I needed to see her.
I broke our embrace, to the welcome — beautiful — sound of an urgent whimper, and reached for my lamp. With my room illuminated, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I stared urgently, savouring the sight in front of me as though she would disappear in a minute. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“You too.” Allie sat up, sitting and facing me, reaching out to take both of my hands in hers. “Wanted to… so long.”
My heart swelled. “Same,” I said stupidly, trying to sort everything swirling around in my head into words. The desire and the love and the lust and the amazement. Words were not forthcoming. So instead, I took the hem of Allie’s shirt in my hands. “Can I?”
“Of course.” With that, she reached for my own shirt, and in a few seconds of fumbling, we both had them off. And once more, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Like I said, I’d seen Allie in a bikini before. I knew the sight of the soft curve of her waist and hips, and how her breasts couldn’t have looked more perfect behind cloth. But seeing her at the swimming pool was nothing like seeing her sitting in front of me wearing a pale blue bra, barely veiled desire in her eyes as she gazed down at me. I blushed, remembering that I wasn’t wearing a great bra that day, that my stomach wasn’t anything like as flat as hers. I stopped caring as soon as she kissed me.
Allie flattened me to my bed, just like how she had done in the backyard earlier. This time, though, instead of cold grass beneath us, there was a soft mattress. And there was skin contact. I moaned into the kiss, running my hands up and down Allie’s bare back. Wanting to touch all of her.
When I slid a hand underneath the back of her bra, she arched, pushing her breasts into me. -Oh, fuck-. It took a second’s fumbling, but I got it undone, and she shrugged it off her shoulders, rolling me onto my side for just long enough to unfasten mine and let it drop to the floor.
My best friend was lying on my bed, entangled in my arms, naked from the waist up. The girl I was in love with was kissing me, her fingers tracing up my stomach and my rib cage. The girl I had spent so many hours fantasising about was here, and real.
Allie began placing kisses down my chin, and onto my neck, leaving a trail of heat and tingling in the wake of her lips. My head lolling back, I found her breast with my hand. “Oh god, Leah…” whispered Allie, in a voice I’d never heard from her before. I needed to hear more.
I ran my fingertip slowly around her hardening nipple, never quite making contact, and smirked at the way she writhed. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into my hand, and when I shifted my gaze to her face, her eyes were closed. I could see her teeth digging into her lip. I missed the feeling of her kisses on my skin, but there was so much time ahead of us. Right now, what I needed was to hear her moan my name again.
The circles of my finger grew smaller, and Allie’s breathing grew faster, until I slowly traced my finger across her nipple. My reward was to see her hips jerk. I let my fingers play all over her breast, finding the places that made her gasp and writhe, until she threw her arms around me and pressed the hardest, deepest kiss I’ve ever felt onto my lips. My hand, trapped between our bodies, kept working, and when the kiss finally broke, I met her eyes. I didn’t look away as I lowered my head to catch her other nipple between my lips.
Allie made a sound I’d never heard before, but one I knew I’d be hearing in my dreams for a long time to come. Her hand came up to cradle the back of my head, guiding my movements with my lips and my tongue. The salty-sweet of her skin, her softness and warmth, flooded my senses, and I couldn’t hold back a moan as I ran my tongue around her taut nipple once more.
She pulled my head gently up, and I made a little noise of protest. I could have stayed there, listening to the noises of her pleasure, forever. But she lowered her own head, picked up where she’d left off trailing kisses down my chest, and I was flooded again by my own need. Allie’s mouth moved down my chest, onto my breast — fuck, as her teeth scraped the soft skin. “Mine,” she said, in a voice somewhere between a purr and a growl. A second later I felt a warm, wet tongue on my own rock-hard nipple, and all of my senses went into overload.
“Ffff… fuck…” I gasped, my hips pushing up against nothing, but the seam of my jeans tight enough to turn my gasp into a whimper. Allie opened her eyes and looked up at me, slowly and deliberately wrapping her lips around my breast, and I could tell I was wetter than I had ever been in my life. Her tongue was moving perfectly, and the look in her eyes, oh god…
When her lips left my breast, I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering at the loss. Her hands, though, were heading towards the button of my jeans, and I immediately moved to return the favour. As I fumbled with the zip of her skirt, I pressed my lips to her earlobe. I let my tongue touch it, then pulled it between my teeth, and her response was the exact same moan I’ve been hearing in my head for so long.
Once my jeans and her skirt were discarded, I pulled her close to me, wrapping my body around her. Big spoon. I could feel her body against mine, completely bare except for our underwear, and I wanted to touch every inch of her. My lips returned to her earlobe, her neck, the spot just behind her ear — leaving kisses and bites on every area that had evoked a response from her. And as she gasped and moaned, I let my hand drift down her stomach.
When my fingers slid beneath the waistband of her underwear, her hips pushed forward, grinding into my hand, and she made a high-pitched noise made louder by the bite I placed just over her pulse point. I let my hand move further down, separating my fingers to slide either side of her clit, and fuck, she was wet. I could feel the damp fabric of her underwear against the back of my hand, and my fingers were already slick.
“Oh my god, fuck,” panted Allie, her hips rocking. I had almost never heard her swear, in three years of friendship, and that word in her voice lit a fire in my mind. I slid a finger over her clit, and was rewarded with another hissing moan. Pressing my lips and my teeth into her neck and shoulder, I let my finger make tiny circles around her clit. “Mine,” I echoed, as I left a mark on her shoulder that I knew would last for days. The sounds Allie was making were spurring me on, and I shifted us so she was lying on her back, and I was half on top of her. Letting my thumb slowly stroke her clit, I sank a finger inside her.
Allie’s body went rigid. “Fuck… Leah, oh my god…” she whimpered as I worked my finger in and out of her. Her pussy clung tight to my finger, to the second finger that I eased into her, alongside the first. Her fingernails left tiny crescents on my back. “You’re… oh fuck, Leah… I’m…”
“You feel so good,” I murmured into her ear, before placing one more kiss on it and pulling away. My body was on fire, and I needed to taste her.
I kissed my way down Allie’s stomach, running my tongue inside her navel for a moment. Her little squeal made my heart leap. More kisses on her thighs, and I finally slid her underwear down and off. I was between my best friend’s legs. She was completely naked, moaning my name, and I could smell her arousal. Curling my fingers inside her, and keeping my eyes locked on hers, I ran my tongue around her clit for the first time.
Allie’s hips bucked, her slick pussy clenching around my fingers. “I’m… oh fuck, Leah, I’m gonna…”
Acting on an evil impulse, I looked up, moving my mouth away, and keeping my fingers still. “What do you want, Allie?”
Allie’s eyes were almost glazed over with desire. “Don’t stop!”
“Tell me what you want,” I repeated softly, letting my breath ghost across her clit. A surge of desire swept through me, and I felt my clit give a throb. Allie’s moans were intoxicating. I needed to hear more.
“Please keep doing that… licking me…” she gasped. “Please let me come!”
“Good girl,” I whispered, letting my head drop again, taking her clit between my lips. Working my fingers in and out once more. And it pushed Allie over the edge.
The sounds she made in orgasm intoxicated me far more than the alcohol had. Her hips were bucking and rocking, and she was crying out, moans and whimpers that turned into my name. “Leah!” After an impossibly long time, her body went limp. She flopped back against my pillows, and I shifted myself to lie beside her.
Allie flung her arms around me, pressing the deepest kiss I had ever known onto my lips. My tongue met hers, explored her mouth, letting her taste herself. When she drew away, it was barely a centimetre, her breath hot on my lips. “I love you.”
We’ve told each other that we love each other before. I’ve told Allie how much I love her as she’s cried on my shoulder, she’s told me she loves me when I’ve been on top of the world and joyous that she’s been sharing it with me. But none of those were on the level of that moment. There was nothing in the world like Allie coming so hard around my fingers, kissing me more passionately than I could even have imagined, looking into my eyes, and saying those three words to me.
“I love you too.” Almost as soon as the words were past my lips, Allie laid claim to my mouth once more, lightly pushing me back by my shoulders. She lay me down, on my back, pulling her lips from mine to continue where she’d left off before, and I entwined my fingers through her hair, watching her with half-closed eyes. My body was tight and hot, my desire for this girl unmistakeable; the kisses she was trailing down my body left my skin tingling. It took all the willpower I had to not reach down and draw my own fingers between my legs, relieving the pent-up lust that had been building all night. Her tongue swept across my nipple, and I clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my cry of pleasure.
“Don’t do that,” whispered Allie, looking up at me with a devilish grin. “I like hearing you.” Sucking, licking at my nipple; kissing her way slowly to my other breast to give it the same treatment. “Just lie back, baby. Just enjoy it.”
If there’s any sound as hot as Allie desperately asking me to make her come, it’s Allie telling me to lie back and enjoy as she brings me to the same edge.
She started trailing kisses down my stomach, and I moaned at the loss of her mouth on my breasts, but knowing where she was going now, I could just about handle the wait. She kissed a line down my stomach, and finally slid her fingers into the waistband of my underwear, pulling it down.
“Holy fuck, you’re so wet,” she said in a voice that can only be described as a purr.
“You think?” I gasped. “Cause of you.”
“Good.” I felt a light kiss on one of my outer lips, and moaned urgently, pushing my hips towards her. “You’re impatient.” “I’ve been patient for three years!” I moaned, tightening the hold my hand had in her hair. There was a second’s silence as I realised the implications of what I’d just said, and Allie clearly did too. A grin spread across her face, before she returned her focus to the task at hand. Her tongue slid between my pussy lips and found my clit.
I never knew it could feel like this. I’d had sex with a couple of people before. Guys and girls. And it was fine, good even. But with just the tip of Allie’s tongue on my clit, I was seeing stars behind my eyelids. Her lips and tongue moved and I felt the tip of her tongue nudge my entrance, slip inside me. My hips were rocking, silently pleading for more, and Allie answered with a finger, and then two, plunging inside me as her hot mouth returned to my throbbing clit. Fuuuuck…
I was done for.
A jumble of ecstatic words and sounds came from somewhere deep inside me as the tension that had built up all night shattered. My body couldn’t contain it any more. Allie’s arm held me in place, but my hips still tried to buck, and her tongue kept on licking, kept me gasping and moaning.
As my body finally relaxed, Allie gave one long, slow, final lick, sending another shiver through my body, before pulling herself back up the bed. I kissed her, less fiercely than before, holding her close to me. Our kisses all night had been passion, excitement, desire. Through this one, I did all I could to convey love. And Allie kissed me back with all she had.
“I love you,” I whispered as her lips left mine. Her eyes were bright, and as soon as I spoke, her smile — her glorious smile — spread across her face.
“I love you too.”
Leaving our clothes where they’d scattered on the floor, I pulled a blanket over us, and switched off my lamp. It must have been well past three in the morning, and I was beyond worn out. There was so much I wanted to talk to her about, but I knew how much time there was ahead of us. Time that we would spend together.
I’m awake, and if Allie wasn’t here beside me, I’m not sure if I’d have believed that last night wasn’t a dream. But here she is, curled up by my side; dark marks in the shape of my mouth dot her neck and her shoulders. When her eyelids start to flutter, I’m watching her; the first thing she sees when she lifts her head is me. Her eyes, groggy for a moment, become clear as they’re looking into mine.
“Morning,” she laughs softly, reaching up to place a soft kiss on my lips. “Wow.”
“Wow,” I agree. My eyes are still locked onto hers, and for some reason, we dissolve into laughter. I fall back into a lying position, Allie promptly settling down beside me. There is so much to talk about, so much that I want to say. But this moment says it all.