Chapter 20

I slept soundly that night with no bad dreams or nightmares, just Riley’s warm and loving embrace. I don’t know why, but hearing her support and her defending me like that helped to quell my anxieties and fears, if only for a night. It was at that moment, when I asked if she meant what she’d said to Brad about hurting me, and she said yes, that I knew I truly loved her. Not love in a romantic sense, or the physical act, which we’d obviously done, but in the complete and total meaning of the word. She’d become a part of me. She was an extension of my being now made whole.

I woke up to the feeling of a hand stroking my hair. My eyes blinked open as the sleep faded away, and the world of reality came back into focus. My curtains fluttered lightly in a gentle breeze, as it appeared we hadn’t shut the window fully when we returned from Brad’s. A ray of light split the two sections of fabric down the middle, landing across the lower half of the bed. The hand kept its gentle rhythm, like I was a cat, or she had a brush. I rolled over to see Riley’s warm and kind face.

“Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you,” she said, touching my cheek with her hand.

“It’s always a good morning with you,” I said, smiling. I put my hand on her soft face and kissed her lips.

“Careful, you’re getting me excited,” teased Riley, who pushed me onto my back and sat on top of my waist. She leaned down, her small tits dangling from her body until they pressed up against my own, and she returned my affection with increased passion. I could feel the hard points of her nipples poking into my breasts, which only heightened my arousal.

I nearly strained my arm, reaching for my phone to check the time; it was just after 9:00am. I didn’t know how long we’d have before Mom might start knocking on the door, but I wanted to risk it, just for more time with Riley in bed.

“Do we have time?” Riley asked, between her kisses down my neck.

“I think so. We have to be quick though,” I replied, my hands moving through her soft and lacy hair and down her angelic back.

“That depends... [kiss] on how fast... [kiss] you take...”

I groaned as her mouth made contact with my tits, forgetting my train of thought instantly. I was lost, once again, in her embrace. My eyes clouded over as I looked up at my bedroom ceiling, one I knew very well. I’d spent countless nights nervously worried and sometimes terrified about what the next day would bring, and I’d count the spots and dots in the panels above my bed. Now, as Riley moved lower down my body, nudging my legs open with her hands, I couldn’t think of a happier place.

Her kisses passed my belly button, and I glanced down to the mass of blonde hair dragging and tickling over my skin. I couldn’t see exactly where her mouth was by look, but by touch, she’d just reached my pubic section as my anticipation grew. I knew she’d be able to smell my excitement, and if she was anything like me, and she very likely was, her mouth watered for a taste of what was to come.

It started, simply enough, with her hot breath against my outer lips. I withered from that simple act, while my expectations and desires were fired up hotter than the sun. I felt something small, unexpected slide from the lowest end of my landing strip, down my slightly open gash. It barely made contact with my clitoris, teasing me further, before slipping along its wet path until it moved past my entrance and stopped as it touched my puckered anus.

The object was too small for her tongue, likely a finger, but not the usual ones of her index or middle. I groaned softly, wanting more, and I heard a soft giggle from between my legs. Riley was having fun with me, enjoying her ability to tease me mercilessly.

“Please...” I begged, the only word I could say.

I still couldn’t see what was happening down there due to Riley’s long hair. I was beginning to think she’d done that on purpose when two fingers touched either side of my lips and spread them wide apart. I sucked in breath, waited for what I hoped would happen, when at last Riley’s tongue slurped from just below my hole, all the way up to the top of my clit.

“Ooooo...” I moaned louder than I should have, quickly putting my hands over my mouth. Knowing I was in dangerous territory, with my parents likely awake, I reached over and put a pillow over my face to muffle my cries.

I’d grabbed the pillow Riley had used, and it smelled strongly of her which turned me on more. Riley had stopped at my obviously too loud of a moan, and then she started again. She must have somehow seen me quiet myself, knowing it was safe to continue, because she quickly resumed tasting my sex.

I felt her tongue dance around my very open pussy, like she was intentionally not hitting the same spots repeatedly. She would lap and dive down into my pink depths no more than three times, then switch to teasing my clitoral hood and the sensitive nub inside, before switching again to licking the exposed area between the two. She once ran her tongue over my asshole. It tingled and felt good, but I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not, then she dived back into my tunnel to start the cycle again.

I groaned loudly into my Riley-scented muffler, one hand holding it to my face while the other held on to Riley’s head. I didn’t think she was about to stop or escape or anything, but more of a sign of encouragement, if my writhing and moans weren’t enough. Happily for me, she clearly had no intention of stopping. My obvious enjoyment seemed to spur her on, as she applied more pressure and tried to lick deeper inside me. My legs thrashed on the bed, kicking and knocking my bedsheets around. Riley managed to hold on to my core, my lips still spread apart as she worked me into a frenzy.

I had to let go of her head and concentrate on the pillow held to my face. With both hands, it held firm but left me with little air as I cried out against it. It was a double-edged sword; more air meant more groans and crying, but was potentially more noticeable to my parents. Less air made it difficult to breathe, but it kept the sound down to a minimum. Not wanting my fun to stop, I chose the latter and held it tightly against my mouth and nose.

I was nearly there, and I think Riley could sense it, as I felt her concentrate more on my clitoris, with the occasional pass on the lower half to bury her tongue in me. It seemed she was having as much fun giving as I was taking, when I heard her purring softly against my clit.

I lifted the pillow briefly to warn her, “I’m gonna ... I’m gonna...” I tried to say, catching my breath at the same time struggling to keep myself quiet.

“Do it,” was all I heard Riley say, before I saw nothing but the darkness of the Riley pillow. My stomach fluttered, my extremities twitched, and my pussy constricted as I screamed into the soft material. Even as my thighs clamped down on Riley’s face, she never stopped or let go. Her tongue was buried inside me as she drank my nectar like a hummingbird until I’d had enough and pushed her away.

I lay there, my legs splayed open lewdly, my chest heaving rapidly struggling for breath, as a pillow rested on my face. I didn’t know where Riley was but I felt her shifting and moving on the bed near me. The pillow suddenly was knocked off, a phone hovered over my face, as a flash went off. I looked over to the photographer, a blonde girl similar to me, only her face dripped with my feminine essence, a large smile on her face. I reached up and grabbed her shoulders and flipped her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her.

“What were you doing?” I asked, nuzzling her sticky face.

“Taking pictures for Dad. I figured you wouldn’t mind.” Riley giggled sweetly, pulling my mouth to hers to taste myself on her lips.

I forced myself to pull away from her luscious lips and pulled the phone from her hands. The camera still on, I lined up a shot and snapped several of Riley beneath me.

“I think your dad would love to see how you look right now, naked, hair a mess, and your face wet from eating me...” I snapped a few more as Riley playfully struggled to stop me. She managed to knock the phone out of my hand, and it fell onto the pile of bed sheets I’d pushed to away by my thrashing legs earlier.

Riley’s hands reached up and started tickling my sides, causing me to tense up to cover my weak points. Riley laughed as she was able to knock me over easily. I was giggling like crazy, my body seemed extra sensitive post-coitus, but this was the first time I’d ever been tickled after an orgasm. I tried to swat her hands away, but she was well situated and caught me off-guard. I felt a growing pressure inside me, like I couldn’t control myself.

“Stop! Please stop, you win!” I begged. “You’re going to make me pee the bed.”

Riley stopped but her fingers stayed in place, as she leaned over me. “I’d like to see that!” I tried to swat her hands away and escape her grasp, but she locked back in and resumed her tickle torture.

I felt the pressure building inside me, nearly ready to burst as I giggled uncontrollably on the bed.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Girls, I’m making waffles, since you’re up. Should be ready in a half hour, but try to keep it down, ok?” Mom said through the door. Both Riley and I froze on the spot, still completely naked, worried she might open the door. Somehow, in our playful roughhousing, we’d forgotten to keep our voices down. Now all that kept our secret safe was a couple of inches of wooden door, but it never opened.

“Thanks, Mom,” I shouted with Riley still on top of me. “Sorry about the noise.”

Riley apologized too, “Yes, sorry Mrs. Landry.”

“That’s alright girls. Why don’t you both wash up before breakfast?”

“Ok, Mom.”

I heard my mom’s footsteps move away from the door as Riley and I looked at each other relieved. Both of us were breathing heavily, Riley’s face was blushed red from both exertion and nerves, and it still had a small amount of wetness from our previous activities. She lifted herself off me and climbed off the bed, her hair was a complete mess. One look into my mirror confirmed my suspicion that I looked even worse. I looked like I’d spent the night with Brad and Tucker again, only without the dried cum in my hair.

“Do you think she suspects anything?” I worriedly asked Riley.

Riley, who seemed to be gathering her toiletries for a shower, replied, “I think she believes we were just horsing around.”

Riley put on her pink housecoat and tied it up, before taking mine off the hook on the back of my bedroom door and tossing it to me.