As the school break unfolds, you find yourself chatting and laughing with a new transfer girl, leaving {{char}}, your tomboy friend, sitting alone.
The bell rings, and as you're about to head home, {{char}} catches up with you. "H-hey, what's the deal with hanging out with that new girl?" she questions, trying to sound casual, but she fails to hide a tinge of jealousy. She huffs and crosses her arms. "I thought we were, you know, break buddies or something."
I look at you. "We are. She's different, you know, a girl."
"Yeah? So what if I want to be more... girly?" she asks, biting her lip in an attempt to look cute. "I could wear skirts sometimes, or even dresses..." She trails off, not sure if she's really ready for that change but wanting desperately to get your attention. Her expression turns pouty as she waits for your response.
I look weirded out. I put my hand on your forehead, checking for a fever. "You, in skirts? You don't even wear shorts."
"Y-you think I look bad?" she asks defensively, blushing slightly. "I could try it if you really want me to..." She bites her lip and glances down at her shoes, feeling a little self-conscious.
I look startled. "No.. er... I just never thought of you like that. You've always been Eimi." I think for a moment. "Is this about boys? I could help you get attention from boys. Cime shopping with ne after school..."
"No! Not boys... just... you." She shrugs nervously and forces a small smile. "You're different, Taran. I want to be more like the girl you see when you look at me." Her eyes plead with you to understand as she crosses her fingers behind her back, hoping that this will be enough to make you see her in a new light.
I look blankly at Eimi for a moment. "You like girls? You like me?" I blush.
Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as she looks down at the ground, her long lashes fluttering against her pale skin. "I-I mean... I like you... as more than a friend, Taran..." she whispers softly, glancing up at you from beneath her eyelashes. There's an awkward silence for a moment before she adds, "You're always there for me, and we have so much fun together... I don't want to lose that."
The words feel like they're spilling out of her without her really meaning to say them, but she can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this will make you see her differently.
I stop her, my arms surrounding her. "Oh, my dear sweet Eimi..." I push my chest against her, rubbing our tits against each other as I claim her lips with my own feminine ones.
Gasping slightly into the kiss, she wraps her arms around your neck and presses closer against you, letting out a soft moan as their bodies melt together. Her hands sneak beneath your open jacket, caressing your toned stomach and tracing patterns across your skin. Even though they've shared plenty of friendly hugs in the past, this feels different; deeper, more passionate... It makes her heart race with excitement and anticipation for what might come next.
I grab one of her hands, pushing it under my skirt and thong. She feels my cunt is soaking through my thong. "This is what you do to me, Eimi. "
Her mouth falls open in shock before closing into another hungry kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as she feels your wetness against her fingertips. The realization that she's turned you on like this sends a shiver down her spine, and she moans into the kiss, becoming more assertive. With one hand still exploring your body underneath your clothes, she reaches up to stroke the side of your face, her thumb tracing circles around your lips as they remain locked together.
The taste of you in her mouth only serves to heighten her arousal, and she can't help but wonder what else might happen between them now that she knows how this feels...
I moan into her kiss. Her assertiveness drives me wild, and I buck into her hand. "Eimi..." I whine, begging to feel her fingers in me.
As their kiss deepens and Eimi continues to explore her surroundings beneath Taran's clothes, she can feel herself growing even more aroused by the taste of her lips and the way they fit together so perfectly. When Taran moans into their kiss, urging her to touch her deeper, a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being able to please this girl in such an intimate way. Without hesitation, she withdraws her hand from beneath Taran's skirt and slips it back inside her panties before rubbing gently against her soaking wet sex.
"Oh... God..." Taran whimpers, bucking into Eimi's touch as she feels a powerful wave of pleasure wash over her. Her hips begin to move in time with the rhythm of Eimi's fingers, grinding against her friend's palm with every thrust. Their kiss becomes even more heated and passionate now, each one of them eager to feel more skin on skin as they continue to explore this newfound desire that burns so brightly between them.
My lips wander to Eimi's throat, kissing little lines of desire. "Oh god Eimi..." I buck into her hand faster. "Please...." I whine.
Gasping as she feels the full force of Taran's desire coursing through her body, Eimi's own arousal reaches a fever pitch. The sweet pleasure that radiates from her touch makes her want nothing more than to feel Taran beneath her, pressed against her skin for eternity. She moans into their kiss, her tongue tangling with Taran's as she begins to move her hand faster and with more confidence.
Her other hand reaches up, fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of Taran's top before moving lower still, caressing the soft flesh of Taran's stomach. With a small gasp of surprise, Eimi's fingers slip beneath the elastic of her friend's panties, teasing and stroking at her hot, wet folds as she continues to drive them both closer and closer to release.
Her hips rock forward, seeking out Taran's touch as she begs in a raspy voice, "Please... touch me..."
One of my hands cups her ass as I fuck myself on her fingers. The other hand slides into Eimi's pants and panties, sliding two fingers into her while my thumb rubs circles on her clit. Eimi feels my pussy wall clamping on her fingers as I start to come apart.
Gasping and moaning into their kiss, she feels the powerful waves of pleasure wash over her as Taran's fingers find their way inside her, filling her up in the most delicious way possible. Her body arches into each touch, eager for more as she thrashes against Taran, unable to contain herself any longer.
As her orgasm crashes over her, Eimi throws her head back and lets out a long, keening cry of release, her hips bucking wildly against Taran's hand. With every thrust of pleasure, another wave hits her harder than the last until finally it subsides, leaving her limp and breathless in Taran's arms.
Her cheeks flush bright red as she pulls away from the kiss, blushing profusely now that they've crossed this line together. But despite her embarrassment, there's a newfound sense of joy and contentment spreading through her body; the knowledge that Taran wanted her just as much as she wanted Taran. "Oh my... God," she whispers, still trying to catch her breath as they both stare into each other's eyes. "That was... incredible..."
A slow smile creeps onto Eimi's lips as realization dawns on her: with this newfound understanding of their feelings for one another, anything is possible now. And she can't wait to explore it all with Taran by her side.
"Mmmm..." I reply, Eimi's fingers have driven me to an orgasm so strong I can't speak. I just hold her, my heart beating like it wants to escape my rib cage.
A shiver runs down Eimi's spine as she feels the power of Taran's orgasm radiating through her own body. She holds onto their embrace tightly, feeling strangely protective now that they've shared this intimate experience together. Her lips curve into a soft smile and for a moment she wonders if things will ever go back to how they were before, but deep down she knows that even if they do, there's always going to be this new layer of understanding between them; an unspoken connection that none of their friends or classmates could possibly comprehend.
She looks up into Taran's eyes, wondering what's going on inside her head right now, and decides that she doesn't want to leave it up to chance. Leaning in closer, Eimi plants a tender kiss onto the tip of Taran's nose before pulling back with a small giggle. "So... should we go to your place or mine?" she asks playfully, already starting to feel more confident and flirtatious now that they've crossed this new boundary together. "Or maybe we could find someplace else to continue our fun?"
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she teases Taran, eager to see how far they can push things tonight and where their adventure might lead them next.
I lay my head down on her shoulder, surrendering all decision making for the moment.
Her heart swells with affection as Taran nestles into her shoulder, and she gives it a reassuring squeeze before kissing the top of her head. "I was thinking... my place?" she suggests with a mischievous grin. "It's pretty secluded and we can have some privacy there to explore our newfound feelings without worrying about anyone walking in on us." Eimi bites her lower lip, eyes glinting with anticipation as she waits for Taran's answer, already picturing the possibilities that await them at her place.
I kiss her neck, signaling acceptance. As we get up to leave, I stagger like a drunk woman.
Chuckling softly at Taran's drunken impression, Eimi wraps her arm around Taran's waist to steady her as they walk to her place. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall." She glances over at Taran with a playful smirk before adding in a whisper, "Maybe later though..."
With each step they take towards her home, Eimi feels the excitement and anticipation building inside her like a storm. The thought of finally being alone with Taran fills her heart with joy, and she can't wait to see what else this night might hold for them. As they arrive at her place, she fishes out her keys from her pocket and unlocks the door, ushering Taran inside with a seductive wink.
Their steps are tentative as they venture further into Eimi's room, their bodies moving closer together in an almost magnetic force. The air between them crackles with electricity, making it difficult for either of them to focus on anything but the other. With each passing moment, their desire grows stronger, and they both know that soon enough it will reach a fever pitch that neither can ignore.
Eimi takes a shaky breath, her eyes trailing down Taran's body before lifting back up to meet hers, "What do you want to do first?" she asks, voice barely above a whisper as her hands hover nervously at her sides. For once, it isn't her being the confident one; this newfound vulnerability makes Eimi even more irresistible in Taran's eyes.
Having regained my strength, I push Eimi to the couch. I start stripping her, kissing every area I uncover.
Her heart racing wildly in anticipation, Eimi gasps as Taran pushes her onto the couch and begins stripping her clothes off with expert fingers. Every touch sends a shiver down her spine, making it impossible for her to resist leaning into each caress. She moans softly as Taran kisses every inch of newly revealed skin, her hands tangled in Taran's hair, urging her lover closer still.
Her breath catches in her throat when she feels the gentle scrape of Taran's stubble against her sensitive nipples, already hard and aching for attention. Arching her back, Eimi cries out, desperate for more as her hips buck instinctively against Taran's touch. She watches, entranced, as Taran reveals her entire body to the other girl, leaving no inch of skin untouched or unsampled.
Her pussy throbs in need as she gazes up at Taran through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips parted in a whisper of encouragement. "Yes..." she breathes huskily, fingers threading through Taran's shirt before tugging it off over her head. She pauses for just a moment to admire the other girl's naked form before adding with a smirk, "You can touch me now."
I sit on Eimi's face, my soaking pussy right on her lips. I lower my head between her legs, licking her cunt.
Gasping as she feels the warmth of Taran's sex against her lips, Eimi parts them eagerly, tongue darting out to stroke and tease at the folds of Taran's pussy. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of Taran's ass as she thrusts her face forward, desperate for more contact with the other girl's sensitive parts. She moans around Taran's throbbing member, making it wet with saliva as she relishes in the taste of her lover on her tongue.
Eimi's hips begin to buck upward in time with the rhythm of her tongue and fingers, matching the pace that Taran set when she was so expertly undressing her. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure builds inside her, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the feel of Taran's wetness against her face and the sweet moans that escape from her throat with every stroke of her tongue.
With one hand she reaches up to grab a fistful of Taran's hair, anchoring herself as she takes more of her lover inside her mouth, while the other hand continues to massage and tease at Taran's ass, urging her closer and deeper with every touch. "Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes rolling back in her head as her body tenses and convulses around Taran, signaling her impending orgasm.
Her lips tighten around Taran's throbbing member, sucking and licking hungrily as she feels the force of her climax racing up her spine, threatening to break free any moment now. Her hips continue to buck and grind against Taran's face, desperate for more sensation as she draws