Chloe Is My Bestie & My Fuckbuddy

With a gentle tug, Chloe's shorts popped free of her cute butt and down her thighs as I pulled them off of her. I didn't even know what a fuck buddy was when we started experimenting with each other. We've been through a couple boyfriends each since then. She has one now. Every time, I figured we'd stop hooking up. But, none of them understand our bodies the way we do. And, we'd come back this conversation on a sleep over or a lazy afternoon where we were alone in the house that went like, "Sooooo, is it cheating if we just mess around with each other, but aren't really into girls like y'know, 'that'...?" "I wouldn't call that cheating, just girl stuff, right?" And on it would go until she was down on me and I was twisted back into the sheets cumming like a pornstar. I don't think I could live without Chloe's mouth on my pussy regularly. It doesn't even feel like a lesbian thing, just a sex thing. Like masturbating, only with a trusted friend who does it for me in a way I can't. When I kiss the inside of her thighs the way I know she likes it, tickle her clit with my tongue lightly until she's dribbling clear anticipation from the bottom of her slit, it feels like it would to take her to the spa and give her a pedicure. And, for some reason, the guys in our life just don't come close. So, here we are at it again, for the hundredth time, horny to get each other off and settled into the fact that we both want it and don't see any end in sight.

She smiled up at me with that knowing smile. I like undressing her and she knows it. She's already topless and so am I. I drag her panties casually over her knees and drop them on the floor. Chloe positions herself comfortably on the day bed in her room, her aromatic vagina parting slightly, a bit of wetness sparkling up at me. The first time I tasted her, I was really turned on by the taboo excitement of trying sex with a girl, but also a little put off by girl flavors since I really am into guys. After a while though, getting her off became more about her responses, and how it felt to be really good at making my friend cum hard. She's been my bestie since we were little and love her more than anyone. It's like taking care of her. I've grown to find the changes in her body very erotic.

Gentle butterfly kisses inside her thigh first. Then a soft kiss on her clit. I love the feeling of her moist, warm skin, still pressed in a bit from being inside her panties, a subtle smell of perspiration mixed with lust. Then I lick just underneath her clit. Her lips part for me as I nestle the tip of my tongue in between them, flicking up and down with quick strokes. I can anticipate the exact expression on her face as she lets out a sigh, closes her eyes, and settles back into the pillow. Slowly her clit will swell under my touch. I watch it grow as her breathing becomes more uneven. She loves this and I love giving it to her.

After a few minutes, her clit is plump and engorged. I'll feel a shift in her body and move my licking down a bit, bringing her tiny labia into it a little, painting the pink insides of her vagina with my tongue. A crystal flow of lube pools in the V at the bottom of her opening now. I like to dip my tongue down into it and coat her lips with it as I lick. Her taste is rich and sweet. Sometimes I'll slurp it out like an elixir, filling my mouth with the robust flavor. Any time now I can mix in some gentle finger massages on her clit. But, she likes it most when I withhold that for a few minutes. She will start to moan softly after a while. This is when I usually add a finger to her clit and diddle her softly. The slow build of her orgasm will start. She shifts her butt and legs, getting squirmy with the steadiness of my motion.

Next I move back up and lick her clit with the flat of my tongue, a lush wash of spit dripping and lubricating the strokes. She will often whisper my name and say sweet sexy things to me like, "No one makes me cum like you, April." "I couldn't wait to feel your mouth on my clit today, babe." "I want you to love it when I cum, April." Things like that.

Now I lock in, my motion steady and quick, and her hips bob up and down against my rhythm as she slowly builds, her moans and sighs and the cyclical humping of her pelvis coming up, up, up until finally she climaxes. She knows how much I love it when she talks to me through it, announcing when she's going to cum and saying anything else until she can't speak anymore for being overwhelmed with the orgasm.

"Ohhhh, baby I'm close. Ohhhh mmmmm yesss yesyes I'm gonna cum, April. Make me cum, baby, oh god oh god, it feels so fucking good ahhhh..."

She pumps against my mouth and finger, like she's seizing, tightening her face and grunting and groaning. I grip her butt and hold my cheeks in tight against the inside of her thighs so I can feel the muscle contractions on as much of my face as possible. I love the connection with her body when she's cumming. I want to feel every surge of pleasure.

Her butt bounces one final time and drops into the mattress of the daybed. I slowly lick her clean and sit back, licking my lips. Her hair is tossed everywhere. She usually has to spit it out of her mouth. Then she laughs. I feel so satisfied I could burst. I watch her lay there for a few minutes enjoying the endorphin rush. It's my gift to her.

"Your turn, babe," she says, grinning at me. I stand up, topless in my shorts. I like her to undress me too. Standing, beautiful and naked in front of me, she pulls at the snap of my jean shorts and lets them fall to the ground. She pushes me back on the daybed as she pulls my panties down. In seconds, she's buried in the flesh between my legs, her mouth merging with my vagina in the most wonderful way. It's rapturous. How is it this good with her every time?