Premise: Two female college roommates, Ava and Harper, spend a lazy Friday night in matching satin robes, drinking wine and talking shit. A playful pillow fight turns more physical. Touches linger. Robes fall open. And years of suppressed tension boil over into moaning, licking, grinding, and finally, hard, wet, desperate sex that neither of them will ever forget.
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The apartment smelled like strawberry body mist and Moscato.
Ava had just taken a gulp straight from the bottle, pink liquid glossing her lips as she collapsed onto the bed in her short, champagne-colored satin robe.
The hem barely reached her thighs, and with each shift of her legs, Harper caught flashes of smooth, bare skin-and nothing underneath."You are so drunk," Harper laughed, sitting cross-legged on the bed beside her, her own black satin robe slipping off one shoulder."I'm not drunk," Ava said, giggling.
"I'm pillow-fight buzzed."
"You're what?"
Without warning, Ava grabbed a pillow and smacked Harper square in the face.
Harper let out a shocked yelp, then retaliated with a swing of her own. Feathers flew. Hair tangled. Laughter echoed off the walls.They wrestled like they always did-except not quite.
Ava ended up straddling Harper, pinning her wrists to the bed, both of them breathless, their faces just inches apart. Her robe had opened slightly, revealing the curve of one breast.
Harper's eyes dropped to it-and didn't move."Oops," Ava whispered, not moving.
Harper's voice was barely audible. "You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"
Ava smirked. "What if I'm not?"Harper didn't answer.
Her hands moved-slowly-sliding from beneath Ava's grip to her hips, then under the robe, palms grazing bare skin.Ava didn't stop her.The air between them turned thick, humming with heat and hesitation.
When Harper's fingers found the waistband of her panties, Ava's breath hitched-but she didn't move away."I've thought about this," Harper murmured.
Ava leaned down until their lips brushed. "Then stop thinking."Harper kissed her.
It wasn't soft.It was wet and deep and desperate, all tongue and teeth and years of tension igniting in one crashing moment. Ava moaned into her mouth, grinding down on Harper's lap, the satin riding up to expose the slick between her thighs.
"Fuck," Harper groaned. "You're soaked.""I've wanted you to touch me for so fucking long," Ava whispered, dragging Harper's hand down. "Don't stop. Don't even think about stopping."
Harper slipped her fingers into Ava's panties.
They both gasped.Ava was drenched-hot, swollen, pulsing with need. Harper stroked her slowly at first, sliding through wet folds, learning what made her gasp, what made her grind.
When she pressed two fingers inside, Ava nearly screamed."Fuck Harper-fuck-yes-right there-"
Harper's thumb circled her clit as she thrust deeper.
Ava's whole body was moving now, riding her hand shamelessly, tits bouncing as her robe fell completely open.
"You like fucking yourself on my fingers, huh?" Harper growled. "So needy. So fucking wet."
"Harder," Ava begged. "Faster. Don't stop, I'm so fucking close-"
Harper sat up, pulled her in by the waist, and buried her face in Ava's neck as she pounded her fingers in harder, rougher, messier. Her wrist was soaked.
Ava's cries filled the room."I'm gonna come-I'm gonna fucking come-"
"Come for me," Harper whispered. "Drip all over my hand like the filthy little tease you are."
That did it.Ava broke with a strangled moan, nails clawing Harper's back as her pussy clenched, hard, soaking Harper's fingers in a hot, pulsing orgasm.
She collapsed against her, shaking, breathing hard.Harper kept her fingers buried deep, letting Ava ride the aftershocks with soft, slow strokes."You good?" she whispered.
Ava lifted her head, eyes glazed with lust. "You're not going anywhere. Lay back."Harper's breath caught.
"You're next."
Harper didn't move as Ava crawled up her body like a wild thing-robe slipping from her shoulders, tits swaying, lips parted, pupils wide with lust."You're next," Ava whispered again, voice low and dangerous, satin sliding across Harper's skin as she straddled her hips.
"And I'm not gonna be gentle."Harper didn't want gentle.She didn't want teasing.
She wanted Ava's mouth.
Ava tugged Harper's robe open and let it fall behind her on the sheets, revealing the soft curves, the perky tits, the flushed skin begging for attention.
She paused, admiring the view.
"Fuck," Ava whispered, biting her bottom lip. "You've been hiding this body from me all year?"
"I wasn't hiding," Harper said, arching her back. "You just weren't ready to see it."
"Oh, I'm ready now."
Ava leaned down and kissed Harper-slowly this time, tongue exploring, hands cupping her tits, pinching her nipples until Harper gasped into her mouth.
Then she kissed down-over her neck, her collarbone, the valley of her breasts-licking, sucking, teasing every inch of skin.When she reached Harper's thighs, she slid between them, spreading them wide with both hands and groaning when she saw how soaked her panties were."Holy fuck, baby," Ava murmured. "You dripping for me?"
"Been dripping since I had my fingers inside you," Harper whispered.
Ava smirked, hooked her fingers in the waistband of the black lace, and peeled the panties down slow, dragging her nails down the soft skin of Harper's inner thighs.
Harper's cunt was bare and glistening-plump, pink, already twitching.Ava leaned in and let her breath fan over her wetness."Spread your legs wider," she ordered.
Harper obeyed.Ava licked from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top, slow and filthy, letting her tongue press deep against her entrance before flicking up to her clit.
Harper moaned so loud it echoed."Fuck-Ava-fuck, don't tease-"
Ava chuckled darkly. "You want me to make you come, don't you? Make you fucking scream?"
"Yes-please-yes-"
Ava dove in.Her mouth locked on Harper's pussy like she'd been starving for it.
Tongue lapping, lips sucking, nose buried against her mound as she moaned and devoured her.
Harper arched off the bed, hands tangled in Ava's hair, thighs trembling.
"Oh my God-fuck-yes-yes-don't stop-please don't stop-"
Ava flicked her tongue against her clit in fast, tight circles, then flattened it and dragged it slowly before plunging her tongue inside-fucking her with it, sloppy and wet and perfect.
"You taste so good," Ava groaned. "Fucking heaven."
Harper was sobbing now, completely unraveling, hips bucking, body shaking.
"I'm gonna come-I can't hold it-oh my God-I'm-Ava-I'm-fuck!"Ava shoved two fingers inside her mid-sentence and curled them up as she sucked Harper's clit hard.
Harper screamed.
Her entire body locked up, pussy clenching Ava's fingers like a vice, legs quaking, back arching off the bed. Her orgasm ripped through her, long and violent, drenching Ava's mouth, soaking the sheets, making her cry out again and again.
Ava didn't stop until Harper begged her to.
She climbed back up, licking her lips, eyes dark and wicked.Harper blinked up at her, dazed, trembling.
"I can't feel my legs."
Ava grinned and kissed her. "Good."
Harper grabbed her wrist, pulled her close."Ride me," she whispered. "Now."
Harper's voice was still shaking when she said it, breath ragged beneath the wreckage of Ava's tongue and fingers."Ride me."Ava's brows lifted. "Yeah?"
Harper didn't answer with words-she reached under the bed and pulled out the black leather harness from a box Ava didn't know existed."Holy fuck," Ava whispered, grinning. "You've been hiding a dick under my bed this whole time?"
Harper smirked. "Just waiting for the right pussy to use it on."
Ava's thighs clenched.
Harper strapped it on with practiced hands-tightening the buckles, adjusting the base against her clit.
The dildo was thick, veiny, realistic, and glistened with a shiny, pre-lubed sheen.
Ava didn't wait.
She straddled Harper, naked and dripping, her thighs sticky with arousal, her pussy already begging for more.
She rubbed her wet slit along the shaft, moaning as it slid between her folds.
"Look at you," Harper groaned. "So fucking ready."
"Shut up and let me fuck myself on your cock," Ava hissed.
She lifted herself, grabbed the base, and sank down slow-inch by thick, delicious inch-until her pussy was stuffed, full, stretched wide."Fuuuuuuck," she breathed.
"God, you feel real."
"Bounce on it," Harper ordered. "Show me how much you need it."
Ava started to move-hips grinding, slow circles at first, the base of the strap-on grinding against Harper's clit with every roll.Wet slapping sounds filled the room.
"Oh my god," Ava moaned. "I can feel it-deep-so fucking deep-"
She picked up the pace.Slamming down, hard, rough, the head of the cock punching that sweet spot inside her. Tits bouncing. Hair stuck to her face with sweat.
Her body writhed, wild and filthy.
"You like fucking yourself on my cock?" Harper growled, gripping Ava's ass.
"I'm your filthy little toy," Ava gasped. "Just a wet fucking hole for you to fill-"
Harper grabbed her hips and started thrusting up, meeting each slam with her own.Their moans tangled. The dildo disappeared over and over between slick thighs.
The room reeked of sweat, sex, and desperation.
"Don't stop-don't fucking stop-fuck me like you own me-"Harper growled.
"You ride that cock until you cream all over it. Until your pussy milks every inch."
Ava's nails dug into Harper's chest as she slammed down again and again, thighs shaking, juices dripping down her own legs."I'm so close-fuck, I'm gonna-gonna fucking-"
"Do it," Harper growled. "Come for me. Make a mess all over my strap."
Ava's scream ripped through the air as her orgasm hit like a freight train.She came hard-pussy spasming, juices gushing, body bucking so hard she nearly threw herself off.
Harper held her, grinding the strap into her until Ava collapsed, twitching, whimpering, soaking everything.
They lay there, tangled in wet satin sheets, breathless and sticky, the strap-on still buried deep.Harper stroked Ava's back, grinning against her shoulder."Still just a sleepover, huh?"Ava laughed, dazed. "Sleepover my ass. I'm never leaving your bed again."