My childhood best friend (19F) and I (20F) were watching TVD, all cuddled up like usual for our sleepover. We’ve basically grown up together, so we’re super comfortable with each other. We were lying on the sofa with her head resting on my chest and her legs hooked over mine. I had my arms wrapped around her like a koala, holding her close.
I should mention I was wearing just a white tank top and panties, while she was in a t-shirt and a thong she’d stolen from me. I was too busy staring at the screen to notice when I felt a prick on my nipple. I looked down to see her biting it, looking up at me with a cheeky little smile. I rolled my eyes and went back to the TV, but then I felt her tongue sliding over my nipple through the fabric. The cotton was already wet and sheer, exposing my dusky areolas. I could feel it deep in my core, and I didn’t bother stopping her, even though we’d never done anything like this before.
I asked her if she was ovulating, and she said yes. That piqued my interest because I know how feral ovulation makes me, and I realized just how wet she must be right now. Slowly, I dragged my hand down her front, all the way between her legs. She spread her thighs and I lightly grazed my fingertips against her pussy through the thong. Her clit bumped against my finger and she trembled, letting out a moan.
I kissed her forehead before touching her again through the soaked fabric, imagining her dripping wet cunt and that cute little clit. As I touched her, I became even more aware of the throb between my own legs, how much I wanted to drag my clit against her pussy, make her cry and beg. But I didn’t want to complicate things between us, so instead, I lowered my strap and offered her my right nipple to suck on. Her lips immediately wrapped around my tit, and I told her to touch herself and come.
I guided her through orgasm after orgasm, her hand playing with her own pussy and toying with her clit while she sucked on my breast. I kept patting her hair and guiding her movements, but nothing more. She came four times and was then too exhausted to stay awake.
She’s asleep beside me now, her body spent from cumming. All I’m left with is an empty, soaking wet pussy and a throbbing clit. My hips keep rocking against the mattress as my hole clenches, trying to find anything to fill the void.