I was headed out the door to drop off my daughter at a sleepover when my cell phone chimed.

Sadie, a casual friend of mine, and her kid needed a ride to the same party. She only lived a few blocks away, and her quick, sarcastic humor always got a laugh out of me, so I typed out a quick, “No problem.”

Sadie was so grateful she insisted there must be some way to repay me. “Maybe we can do something together after we drop off the girls?”

I smiled, thinking that maybe I wouldn’t be spending the entire evening alone, after all. I suggested Sadie bring a bottle of wine, and we could hang out at my place.

Half an hour later we were sitting in my living room, laughing while we indulged in dark chocolates and tart red wine. Sadie popped a truffle into her mouth and closed her eyes, her face relaxing on a delighted little sigh.

“The hazelnut is sinful,” she purred. “Have you tried it?”

I shook my head no. My mind was still stuck on the look of bliss that spread across Sadie’s face while she sucked on the chocolate. I wondered what other things made her moan with pleasure.

“Try the cherry,” she insisted. She unwrapped another treat and placed it between her teeth, wrapping her lips around the center and leaning toward me.

I took the not-so-subtle hint. I advanced slowly, my tongue pressing against the chocolate and melting the silky-smooth candy shell.

Sadie’s lips closed on a crack in the candy, splitting it wide open. Syrupy-sweet liquid filled my mouth, sliding down the back of my throat. Sadie’s tongue pressed against my lips, taking delicate little tastes. I opened to her, parting my lips to invite her inside.

Her tongue tangled with mine, warm and insistent. We reclined on the couch, making out wildly, the chocolate and wine completely forgotten. Sadie’s hand trailed along my thigh, swooping along my hip and the curve of my waist before palming one of my breasts.

I sighed and Sadie seized the opportunity to take the kiss deeper. She plundered my mouth, tasting and taking. My mind was still adjusting to this quick turn of events, processing the moments that took us from small talk to tonsil hockey. Then Sadie’s fingers gave my nipple a pinch through my top and my mind became magically blank.

Sadie broke our kiss and sat up, her thighs still straddling mine. “You have a little chocolate on you,” she said with a smile. Her tongue swept across my upper lip. “Got it.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

For a brief moment, I felt shy, but I quickly recovered. I trailed my fingers along the hem of her shirt, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to slide beneath.

“Can I ask you something?” Sadie queried with a sly look on her face.

“Of course,” I said.

“When was the last time you did something simply because you wanted to? It’s been too long for me.”

I paused ever so briefly to mull her question, but Sadie didn’t really give me time to respond before interjecting playfully, “Do you want to do me?”

Her words emboldened me. My fingers slid from the hem of her shirt to the apex of her toned thighs. I stroked the sensitive spot where her legs met her pussy, loving the way her breath hitched with every touch.

“More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time,” I replied.

A big smile lit up her face. “Then you can have me.” She leaned over, reaching for her bag on the floor next to the couch. “The wine isn’t the only thing I brought,” she said, rummaging in her purse and pulling out a thick double-ended dildo.

My eyes grew wide. I’d never actually used a toy before, but I sure as hell wanted to try this one! Sadie placed the dildo on the coffee table next to us.

“That’s for later — after we’re all warmed up and have gotten more comfortable.”

Sadie’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of my sweater, rolling the material up so that the wool tickled my belly and breasts before settling over my eyes. The sweater formed a band around my head and my biceps, pinning my arms against my head so that my hands dangled helplessly over the arm of the couch.

Sadie twisted open the front clasp on my bra, and the weight of my breasts forced the cups to the side. Silky lace panels slid across my ribcage, creating a delicious tingle that resonated in my core.

“We’re both wearing too much clothes,” Sadie murmured.

“Sadie’s delicate fingers settled over my clit, pressing softly.”

Though I couldn’t see, I could certainly feel. Telling me not to move, Sadie popped the button on my jeans and gently worked the fabric over the curve of my ass. The wet heat of her lips pressed to the front of my panties, making my hips buck.

Sadie giggled with delight. “Ooh, somebody is impatient.”

The denim tickled my skin as she tugged the pants down my legs. Once my ankles were free of the material, her weight shifted, and I realized I was alone on the couch. Within seconds, she’d returned, her bare skin brushing against mine.

Sadie settled her knees on either side of my hips, giving me a little squeeze as she worked my sweater the rest of the way off. Once I was naked, she planted a soft kiss on my lips before sliding down my body and taking one of my nipples between her lips. Heat coursed through my veins as the lips of her pussy splayed against my thigh. She rubbed her silky flesh along my skin, emitting little mews of pleasure.

Her teeth grazed my nipple while her clit pulsed against my thigh, demanding attention. I bent my knee slightly, angling my thigh and pushing it harder against Sadie’s pussy. She groaned her approval against my breasts, continuing to lick and suck her way around my nipples while her hips rocked and writhed.

Sadie kissed a path from one nipple to the next, suckling and sliding along the sensitive skin and making me tremble.

“I love your breasts,” she murmured, nibbling her way along the underside of my boobs. “They’re so full and round. I love feeling the weight of them.”

Her praise only added to the fire I felt burning inside me. Then she slipped her fingers beneath my panties and I gasped, lifting my hips to intensify her touch. Sadie’s delicate fingers settled over my clit, pressing softly before circling the sensitive bud.

Sadie worked my pussy until I could feel the wetness of my arousal seeping through my panties. I was writhing beneath her, desperate to come. She slid down my body once more, settling at my knees before tearing my panties off my body. Her lips closed around my clit, her subtle suction making me pulse with pleasure.

Sadie’s tongue flicked against against me in a maddening rhythm while her lips massaged the bud. She slipped a finger between my folds, fingering my pussy and adding a new sensation to an already thrilling night. With another flick of her tongue, all of my muscles grew tight. It was the most delicious agony I’ve ever experienced. And just like that I shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, my chest heaving as I struggled to take a breath. Even as my orgasm crested, Sadie kept massaging my clit, drawing out my pleasure until I was boneless and panting.

Sadie kissed me deeply before murmuring, “I love the way you taste, but now it’s my turn.”

She grabbed the double-headed dildo from the table, then reclined on the couch. She pressed the thick head of the toy to her entrance, stretching her sex before finally sliding the shaft inside. Her lips parted on a sigh, and she pumped the dildo in and out, making the sturdy shaft slick with her arousal.

Sadie wrapped her fingers around my wrist, pulling me up so I sat facing her. She settled her hand on my lower back, urging me closer before pressing the free end of the dildo to my pussy. She circled the tip of the toy against my clit, tilting her head back because the subtle movement brought her pleasure as well.

“Scoot your hips closer to me,” she whispered.

I did as she asked, groaning as the dildo penetrated me. I forced my eyes open, wanting to watch her while we found our pleasure together.

Sadie started rocking her hips. Every thrust made the dildo surge forward inside me. I was already overcome by a thousand new sensations crackling across my body, but once I grew accustomed to the toy’s girth stretching me wide, I rocked my hips forward, working hard and fast to meet Sadie’s thrusts.

It was unlike anything I’ve experienced before. The dildo slid in and out with ease, massaging the deepest recesses of our undulating bodies. I fought to keep the rhythm, my body warring between relaxing into bliss and thrusting to intensify those feelings.

But Sadie took charge, bucking her hips hard so the dildo slammed against my G-spot. I groaned with abandon. The pulse from my pussy seemed to spread to the rest of my body, making every nerve ending tingle.

“You like that,” Sadie asked.

Forming words was difficult, but I managed to croak out a “yes.” Then Sadie thrust again and stars exploded before my eyes. Even as ecstasy tried to claim me, I kept rocking my hips, intent on keeping the sensations going for as long as possible. My pussy quivered with every thrust, gripping and releasing the dildo we shared between us.

From the look on Sadie’s face, I could tell was she was close to climaxing. “Come on, Lola, give it to me,” she cried. “Fuck me,” she moaned, her voice echoing through my body. “Fuck me hard.”

I dug my elbows into the couch and angled my hips up so that I could rock against her more forcefully.

“Yes,” Sadie screamed. “Yes, just like that!”

The new position pushed the tip of the dildo right against my G-spot, nearly sending me over the edge without Sadie. My breath came in short little bursts, making it difficult to keep pace, but one final thrust made Sadie’s world shatter. She moaned loudly, gripping her breasts as though they were her last lifeline to earth. Watching her come was all I needed to find my own release. I climaxed once more, joining her as our body-shaking orgasms consumed us.

It was an amazing night. And though our lives are pretty busy, we meet up and fuck each other senseless every chance we get.

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