As her climax drew ever closer, Jessie’s voice rose in waves, her every moan cresting higher than the one before only to crash down and be surpassed by the next. When she finally peaked her face contorted into a look of rapture, eyes squeezing shut as a piercing cry escaped her soft lips. Her womanhood clenched down on Justin’s shaft like a vice, legs squeezing like boas around his back. As she tumbled down into an abyss of pleasure, her lover drew to a halt, content to simply enjoy the way her orgasming snatch massaged his length as she writhed helplessly before him.
***
A desperate moan escaped Lily’s parted lips and her tight pussy clenched in sympathy around her own drenched fingers as she heard Jessie’s orgasmic wail through the thin wall which separated her bedroom from that of her brother. The teen’s fingers were practically flying in and out of her own snatch as she bathed in the sound of her best friend’s pleasure, utterly oblivious to the wet schlicking noises that underlay her friend’s bliss and the ever-growing dark spot on the sheets directly beneath her parted thighs.
When Justin had made clear his intentions and led Jessie away into his room, Lily had sat in stunned silence for what felt like hours but may well have have been no more than a few seconds. By the time her floundering mind processed the fact that the love of her life was about to give herself to a boy, to Lily’s own big brother no less, any chance she had of interceding was already lost.
Once she finally recovered enough presence of mind to pull herself together, Lily’s first instinct had been to chase after the nascent couple, to scream and shout and destroy everything she could get her hands on until they were too distracted by her to… Fortunately, that instinct had been fleeting, almost instantly fought back by the knowledge that Jessie would never forgive her for ruining what should be a precious moment in such a fashion. They would still be friends of course, she doubted there was anything she could do to destroy that, but in all likelihood things would never have been the same between them again.
Her next thought had been the opposite reaction, to run as far and fast as possible and never look back. To pretend that nothing untoward was happening behind that plain white door and hope reality never caught up to her. She was nearly to the front door, had already retrieved the emergency car key from its home on the fridge, before that impulse too had been quelled.
In the end, it was Lily’s curiosity that won out. A base, twisted curiosity to be sure, but then, those were always the hardest to resist. For how many years had she lain in bed at night fantasizing about her best friend; imagined how the curves of Jessie’s body would feel, dreamt what sounds she might make once overcome with pleasure, how the the nectar of that hidden flower between her legs would taste, would smell… After all those nights lost in fantasy to have the chance to be just feet away while Jessie became a woman, how could she turn that down? Maybe… maybe she would even learn something… learn something which might help her win the blonde’s affections for herself someday…
It wasn’t curiosity alone which had lured Lily into her room, though. Not if she was being truly honest with herself. Watching Justin walk away, watching Jessie follow him… no matter how much she hated it, there was no denying the way that sight had stirred the old embers laying dormant in her belly and… below. It was something she had learned about herself the year prior. Something undeniable. Three times Alice had cheated on her. First at a party with some bimbo cheerleader who had spent the next week blabbing about it all over school. Then with one of her teammates from volleyball whose teary confession and pleas for forgiveness had floored Lily. Finally with the quarterback of the football team. An entitled, self-absorbed man-slut whose disgusting cum she had been shocked to taste polluting Allie’s twat. On fucking prom night.
All three times Lily had balled her eyes out on Jessie’s shoulder. All three times she had screamed her lungs out at the wicked redhead for whom torturing her seemed to be a game. But she had never broken up with the bitch. Because every time she discovered another affair, every time Alice didn’t answer her phone at night, every time she even thought about her wayward girlfriend stepping out, her traitorous pussy absolutely gushed. As dirty and pathetic as it made her feel, rarely in her life had Lily ever cum so hard as the nights she had spent laying alone in her bed wondering if her lover was out spreading her legs for someone else. So she always came crawling back, always accepted Alice’s hollow excuses, always forgave her latest tryst. She stuck with the bitch all the way until her foolish loyalty was inevitably rewarded the only way it was ever going to be, by being dumped a few weeks after graduation to make room for some new college skank.
Her evil ex may have been history, but as Lily watched Jessie disappearing into her brother’s bedroom she had realized the shameful appetites Alice’s indiscretions awoke within her were still there. Might always be there. So she had convinced herself not to scream, not to run, but to meekly slip into her room and embrace her shame.
When she stepped into her bedroom, Lily had been surprised to find that she could already hear some of the action next door. A few words here, a cunt-watering feminine gasp there, it was all much clearer than she expected. She had always thought that her brother’s ex was just shy about sex, that she preferred the privacy of her own home and that was why she had seldom heard the couple screwing next door. With as much as she could hear of Jessie, though, she started to wonder whether she had been wrong. The thought struck her that on the rare occasion she did notice any muffled grunts or moans it had usually been her brother she heard, not Gwen. Did that mean, then, that she had just been a particularly demure lover? That the walls weren’t as thick as she had always thought? The implications of that line of thinking had brought a fierce blush to the teen’s cheeks, but she did her best not to let them distract her.
Not wanting to waste any of the perverse show next door, Lily had wasted no time getting ready for bed, instead stripping right down to her knickers and diving beneath the mountain of blankets and quilts which lived on her mattress year round. Scarcely a second after nestling into the bedding her finger was already sneaking under the cheery yellow satin of what passed for her pajamas in search of the thoroughly primed cunt beneath.
From there the young lesbian had endured a roller coaster of emotions. She had gasped as she realized just what Jessie was ‘trying on’. She had fought back tears as she heard her best friend in pain from being taken for the first time. She had felt her heart rip in two, torn between jealous rage and earnest joy as she heard Jessie’s pleasure mounting, her once innocent friend’s moans coming clearer and clearer through the wall as Justin brought her racing towards a climax. Through it all, her well-practiced fingers never relented in their enthusiastic assault on her own womanhood.