Oh shit, I needed this!
Bringing her knees together, she writhed on the bed, enjoying the feeling of rigidity a
nd hardness filling her passage; loving the weight of the glass in her vagina; loving how her lubrication was moving around it as she rocked from side to side on her bed.
“Becca…fucking Christ, Becca!”
Krissy rolled onto her stomach and lifted her ass. The dildo settled inside her even more and when it shifted, Krissy squealed.
“Becca…fuck me!”
Her right middle finger found her anxiously awaiting clit and began swiping at it. No edging, no teasing. It was time to let go. Every swipe against her hard button sent tingling sparks of pleasure throughout her body. Beneath her mound, more layers of the impending orgasm were building. Inside, her walls were fluttering and squeezing the unyielding hardness of the glass dildo. She felt some arousal leak out of her, somehow finding its way past that which was stuffing her.
“Oh, shit!”
It was happening. The point of no return reached so very quickly.
“Oh, shit! Oh shiiiiiiiiiit!”
Krissy kept her finger rubbing on her clit as the climax struck her like a gut punch. It was a big one, powerful and all-consuming. Her pussy was a hotspot of pleasure, convulsing and flooding even more as she screamed into a pillow. Gravity kept the dildo in place, giving it nowhere to go, its rock-hard length adding another dimension to this orgasm.
When it was done, she collapsed on the mattress and was now lying face-down, panting, quivering, whimpering, thinking of Becca, wanting Becca here.
Nonetheless, she hoped Becca wasn’t about to text her to say she was on her way. She needed time to recover first, not to mention time to clean up properly, especially if she was about to put on a bikini.
She allowed herself another five minutes, enjoying the latent waves of pleasure from the orgasm to completely peter out. Then, she lifted her hips slightly and used her vaginal muscles to begin pushing the dildo out. When enough of it had emerged, she used her left hand to remove it completely, almost losing her grip on it because the glass was so slick and wet with her come.
“Holy fuck,” she said, still panting a bit. “I really need to get over her.”
***
An hour later, Krissy and Becca were lying on the beach, enjoying the sun. Krissy was wearing a new bikini she had recently bought: black, with a one-shoulder top and a high-waist bottom. Next to her, Becca’s six-foot, gloriously toned frame was barely clad in a shimmery blue halter string bikini. Once they had found their spot on the sand and both removed their cover-ups, Krissy’s breath had hitched at seeing Becca in her bikini. Then, once they had laid down on their blankets, it was all Krissy could do to not lie on her side facing her best friend and just stare at her.
This meant that things were really getting out of hand with her crush.
She and Becca played volleyball almost every Sunday with several other women and had been doing so for a few years now. Because of this, Krissy was used to seeing Becca in bikinis on the sand court they played on. So why was it that now, seeing Becca like this, was making her lose focus? Especially after the orgasm she had just given herself earlier?
“So let me get this straight,” Krissy said now, forcing herself to look up at the azure sky, responding to something Becca had just told her. “You were offered the promotion after the chief mistook me for your girlfriend?”
Becca, also lying on her back, but with her eyes closed, nodded.
“Correct,” she said.
“So, basically,” Krissy continued, “the only reason you’re being offered the promotion is because the chief thinks you have a fabulous girlfriend. You’re welcome.”
Becca scoffed.
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it, Krissy. I’m sure it has nothing to do with my years of dedicated service and the fact that I’m a kick-ass firefighter.”
“Glad you agree with me,” Krissy said. “So, you’re going to take it, right?”
“The promotion? I want to think about it.”
Krissy turned her head to look at her.
“What’s to think about?”
Becca’s shoulders lifted in a quick shrug.