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“Soooo Dorothy, when is it gonna be the night with Phil? You've been out with him so many times now!” Blanche grins as she scoops a particularly big piece of cheesecake into her mouth.
“I don’t know,” Dorothy says, casting her eyes at the plate, sounding almost shy. “I really like him. I want the first night to be special so I’m still waiting for a good opportunity.”
“Oh honey, any opportunity is good, just make it special by wearing something special!” Blanche lands her hand on Dorothy’s forearm and leans in closer with a conspiratory smile. “Do you have any corsets? Black lace? Garters?”
“Yes, I also have a whip and handcuffs stored in my closet,” Dorothy says dryly with a roll of her eyes.
“Oh good! That's settled then! I would wait with the handcuffs to at least a third-“
“Blanche!” Dorothy stops her, her tone annoyed. “I don’t have anything like that.”
“Oh.” Blanche pauses, letting it sink in. Handcuffs are that scandalous for Dorothy? A whip maybe, but handcuffs? She shakes her head a little and her lips spread into a wicked smile again. “Well then we have to go shopping!”
“No.” Dorothy says resolutely and shakes off Blanche’s hand.
“Oh come on, Dorothy, I’ll help you pick something good to make the night special! I know my way around lingerie, there must be something even you would look good in?” she says with a grin and Dorothy gives her a piercing look.
“Even I?”
“I mean, in comparison to my petite feminine body-“
“Thanks Blanche, really-“ Dorothy says, getting up to leave the room, but Blanche jumps up to immediately follow her, grabbing Dorothy’s hand.
“Honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you-“
Dorothy gives her an oh sure dirty type of a look in response.
“Okay maybe I did, but I’m sorry,” Blanche pleads, holding Dorothy’s hand and caressing her forearm with her other hand.
“Apology accepted,” Dorothy says, not being able to stay mad at Blanche when she’s so close and smiles so sweetly and smells so good—what was that?
“Good! Now let’s go shopping!” Blanche exclaims and links her arm with Dorothy’s, grabbing a purse on her way.
“I don’t want to-“
“You’ll thank me afterwards Dorothy, trust me.”
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Blanche floats through the lingerie store with her typical confidence, being a frequent customer making her feel right at home. Dorothy just trails behind her, slouching a little, probably to make herself look smaller and invisible, which looks kind of comical with her height. Blanche keeps picking things for Dorothy and handing them over for her to hold, while she keeps searching, interrupted now and then by “Blanche you can’t be serious.” and “There’s no way I’m wearing this.” and “Don’t even think about it.”
When Dorothy has about 12 pieces of clothing hanging on her forearms, Blanche ushers her into the changing rooms, trying to be patient while waiting outside, expecting Dorothy to let her know when she finally puts something on.
She crosses her arms over her chest and lets her head fall back with a sigh as she keeps waiting for what feels like an eternity.
“How’s it going, honey?” she asks in a friendly tone, trying not to sound impatient and annoyed as she stand s outside the door to Dorothy’s changing room.
“Not well, I didn’t feel good in any of the bras you’ve-“
Blanche’s mouth drops open in offended shock. “You didn’t tell me you’ve already had something on!” she says and pokes her head inside.
“Oh my god Blanche, close the door!” Dorothy says immediately and Blanche does, but ends up on the other side of the door than Dorothy meant.
And she’s staring.
Dorothy is wearing a really low-cut silky nightgown, the neckline hemmed with black lace, and a slit that runs all the way up to Dorothy’s upper thigh. It looked very sexy, but still seemed like Dorothy’s style enough for her to be comfortable and wear it with confidence. Maybe apart from the high slit, but Blanche picked that one out of curiosity. And right now it seems that curiosity might kill the cat.
Blanche has, to Dorothy’s immense surprise, not said anything yet. She’s just staring, her eyes keep travelling down her exposed leg, and then slowly, really slowly back up, getting stuck on Dorothy’s cleavage. The cups might be a size too small, because they barely hold Dorothy’s boobs in there, but Dorothy would dare to say it looks kind of sexy. She feels sexy.
She is unsure as to what Blanche thinks about it, because she still keeps just silently gazing, her lips parted, her pupils blown out as if… as if aroused? No, that can’t be true.
“Blanche?” Dorothy asks, pulling her from her trance.
“Mhm?” Blanche hums in response, immediately tearing her gaze away, looking everywhere but at Dorothy. She feels heat spilling in her chest and absolutely irrationally spilling lower and pooling between her legs. Because of Dorothy?
“Well, what do you think?” Dorothy asks and runs her hands down her sides to smooth the material clinging to her curves.
“It’s uh-- I-- I think it’s- I think it’s good, yes, you should… You should definitely buy it,” Blanche rambles in embarrassment as she avoids looking at Dorothy and then she bolts out of the changing room, leaning against the door when she closes it, letting out a big exhale. What in the world was that?
.
Blanche is a sensual being. She can appreciate a person’s beauty, be it a man or a woman. She wouldn’t go as far as to call herself bisexual, it’s just her trained eye with innate aesthetic appreciation. Her bi-curious sexcapades could be counted on the fingers of two hands, that doesn’t necessarily have to mean anything.
She has felt aroused by women before. The female form is beautiful, objectively, so it makes sense. So why is it different with Dorothy? It just hit her like a truck. One moment there was her friend, awkward, slouching, in baggy clothes, and then there she stood, in that perfect curve-hugging piece and it took Blanche completely by surprise. All the jokes over the years about what Dorothy could possibly be hiding underneath all those loose clothes… Now she’s thankful Dorothy wears them because the images from the changing room keep haunting her.
She has to get a grip.
.
She did want to get a grip, she really did, but it was kind of difficult when she was having sex dreams about Dorothy and woke herself up by moaning out loud. Her eyes wide, heart beating like crazy, she sat up in her bed and tried to process what the hell just happened. She could feel how wet she was, her blood hot in her veins and the dream images of touching Dorothy’s soft skin and worshipping her tits kept flooding her mind.
And they still do. It’s way too early in a day and Blanche’s sitting at the dining table, slowly sipping coffee from a big mug, trying to distract herself from her dreams by thinking of anything else.
Which doesn’t work when she’s still throbbing and feels her underwear getting too slick again. The frustration makes her almost angry. It’s been a week since she saw Dorothy like that, and it’s been insufferable. She wakes up with sex dreams about her, brings herself to an orgasm twice a day, tried sleeping with men, which only annoyed her further, and nothing takes the edge off, she still ends up alone, wet and annoyed.
She has started avoiding Dorothy and her incessant touches that make her skin burn. Have they always been like that? Have they always touched each other so much and held hands all the time? Have they always sat too close and has Dorothy’s body heat always been this intense and maddening or is Blanche honestly just finally losing it?
She groans and takes a big sip of the coffee, cringing at the bitter taste.
“Oh, hi Blanche. Can’t sleep?” Dorothy asks as she pads into the kitchen and Blanche feels every muscle in her back tighten in response.
“No. Did I wake you up?” she asks softly, avoiding looking at Dorothy, as she’s been doing for the whole week because every time she looks at her, she has flashbacks to the changing room.
“No, you didn’t,” Dorothy says gently, pouring herself some coffee before she comes to sit next to Blanche. “So.”
“So?” Blanche repeats and slowly feels a surge of panic rising in her chest.
“So, what is keeping you up?” Dorothy asks, studying Blanche’s face, thankful for the opportunity to do that thoroughly since Blanche isn’t looking at her. Isn’t looking at her and doesn’t ever really look at her anymore.
“Uhm. Bad dream. Nothing I’d want to talk about though. You?” Blanche says evasively, staring into her mug.
“I’m sorry,” Dorothy says and puts her hand on Blanche’s forearm, wanting to comfort her, but doesn’t miss the way Blanche jerks slightly underneath her touch. “Blanche, are you okay?”
“Of course!” Blanche says a little too cheerfully to sound genuine, even she can hear that. Damn it.
“What’s going on? Do you hate Phil? Because ever since you helped me pick the lingerie and he and I started sleeping together-“
“No!” Blanche says immediately, shaking her head. “He seems lovely.”
Dorothy nods, deep in thought. Then something comes to her. “Oh my god. Blanche… Do you like Phil?”
“No, I don’t like Phil, Dorothy, come on! Contrary to what you and Rose think, I’m not a backstabbing slut,” Blanche says, her voice a mixture of anger and hurt.
“No one thinks that, Blanche,” Dorothy says and rubs soothing circles on Blanche’s forearm with her thumb. “I’m just trying to figure out what this is about, I don’t remember doing anything that could have upset you, you say it’s not about Phil, it’s also not the time of your cycle that would make you irritable-“
Blanche chuckles in disbelief. “You have mapped my cycle?”
“We live together. I notice things,” Dorothy shrugs dismissively. “What is it then? Tell me.”
“It’s nothing, Dorothy, just let it go,” Blanche says, getting up to leave the room.
Dorothy doesn’t give her a chance. She immediately stands up and grabs Blanche’s hand, turning her around and making her stand with her back against a wall as Dorothy rests one hand next to Blanche’s head.
“I don’t want to let it go, I don’t like living like this, with you dismissing me and leaving the room and sitting away from me as if I’ve done something when I have no idea-“ she pauses, watching the way Blanche’s pupils dilate when she just briefly looks at her, the light pink tint of her cheeks and-- she could swear she can smell arousal. “Are you irritable because I’m having sex and you’re not??”
“I am having sex, thank you very much,” Blanche retorts and wants to sneak past Dorothy, but Dorothy rests her other hand on the wall as well, effectively trapping Blanche within her arms. “Dorothy, let me go, you’re making this weird.”
“I’m making this weird?? You’ve been treating me completely differently for a week and I’m the one making this weird?”
Blanche reaches out to push at Dorothy’s waist to get her out of her way, but Dorothy takes her hands in hers, running her fingers up Blanche’s arms, noticing the way Blanche tries to fight her trembling and how she bites her lip to stay silent.
“Blanche?” Dorothy asks quietly, things starting to fall into place for her. Blanche can see the dawning realization and takes advantage of the momentary lack of focus to slip out of Dorothy’s arms and flee to her bedroom. Shit. Shit shit shit.
She closes the door behind herself, frantically pacing around her room in panic. This was never supposed to happen. Dorothy was never supposed to find out. Blanche was supposed to just… get over it.
Dorothy knocks on the door and immediately walks in, without waiting for a response. She closes the door behind herself and takes a few tentative steps towards Blanche, obviously searching for words. Blanche stops her pacing and just stands in the middle of the room, looking at Dorothy like a frightened deer, waiting for the kill.
“I couldn’t sleep because I broke up with Phil,” Dorothy says and it is so out of place in regards to what just happened in the kitchen, Blanche thinks she might have fallen asleep. “It didn’t feel right and I had to break it off, but it keeps haunting me because I didn’t even have a good reason to give him.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Blanche says uncertainly and she is sorry, a little bit, but she is also confused and the selfish part of her keeps screaming oh maybe you have a chance then as if Dorothy being single changed anything about them both being women and first and foremost about them being best friends. Even if they were both interested, would a really mind-blowingly good sex be worth risking the stability of their friendship? Blanche knows she should be rational and say no, but she just can’t bring herself to.
“Thank you. Your turn,” Dorothy says, tilting her head, watching Blanche squirm under her gaze.
“I already told you, a bad dream.” Blanche says evasively, her eyes flickering everywhere but avoiding Dorothy’s face.
“And I don’t believe that, because you look all flushed and worked up as you usually do after a sex dream that you tell us about over breakfast,” Dorothy points out her observation and Blanche is taken aback. She straightens her posture, looking at Dorothy with a shock in her eyes. Dorothy takes a couple steps closer and can see Blanche’s resolution fading, the strong, defiant façade crumbling as Dorothy gets closer, revealing desire and guilt and fear.
“Blanche, what is this really about? I don’t think anything can push me away as much as you’ve been doing whole week.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“Just tell me,” Dorothy says and starts running her hands up and down Blanche’s arms again, trying to calm and ground her.
Blanche looks at her, considering denying it further, but she feels herself growing weak under Dorothy’s gaze and there’s nowhere to run anyway.
“It’s just that seeing you in lingerie… I can’t get those pictures out of my head and they keep coming to me in my dreams and nothing helps,” she explains, her voice fast and her tone betraying her frustration.
“Are you saying…” Dorothy starts, hoping Blanche finishes the sentence for her, but she doesn’t. “Are you saying that Blanche Devereaux, the self-proclaimed sex goddess who has seduced every handsome man within the county, has wet dreams about her friend?”
Blanche can’t stop a tiny whimper escaping her lips and feels her knees go weak at the combination of Dorothy’s low voice and the things she’s saying. “I’m sorry.”
“What would you be sorry for? I’m relieved! I was too scared to tell you I broke up with Phil because I kept thinking of you during sex since you helped me pick the lingerie, but you just dropped the bomb.”
“It’s not like you gave me a choice-- wait. You think of me during sex?”
“It’s not like you don’t,“ Dorothy retorts, but there’s a playful undertone to her defensiveness.
“Well, yes but…” Blanche says, her brows furrowing as she tries to process what just happened.
“Sooo, we really found lingerie that does make even me look good?” Dorothy asks teasingly with a grin.
“Mhmm,” Blanche hums, feeling her cheeks grow hot in response to the images in her head.
“So I guess I’m not completely hideous?” Dorothy presses on with an amused smile.
“Not even slightly,” Blanche says, her voice strained and she feels herself throbbing again, Dorothy’s proximity doing nothing to help her arousal.
Dorothy puts a finger under Blanche’s chin, lifting her face up, forcing her to finally meet her eyes.
“Are you gonna…do something about it?” she asks as she leans down to Blanche’s lips.
“Depends. Are you gonna wear it for me?” Blanche asks hopefully as she inches closer to Dorothy’s mouth, their breaths mingling.
“Tonight?”
“Well. Doesn’t have to be tonight if there’s another time,” Blanche says, managing to sound nonchalant and seductive, but her heart is pounding with anxiety. She’s not sure she would be able to deal with the awkwardness if this was just a one-time thing. Not that she’s sure how she’s gonna deal with any other scenario coming from this.
“Some other time then,” Dorothy says, her voice the epitome of calm, as she cradles Blanche’s face in her hands and pulls her in for a kiss. Blanche clings to her, pressing herself into Dorothy’s body desperately, moaning when their tongues finally meet. The heat between them is growing, even more so when Blanche slips her hand under Dorothy’s shirt, splaying her fingers on the skin of Dorothy’s belly, making her moan into the kiss.
Encouraged by Dorothy’s little noises of approval, Blanche’s hand starts exploring the soft skin, feather-light touch replaced by gentle scraping with her nails, slowly travelling higher till she brushes the underside of Dorothy’s boob with the back of her hand and Dorothy’s gasp breaks the kiss.
“Is this okay?” Blanche asks immediately.
“Yes,” Dorothy says breathlessly, pressing a quick peck to Blanche’s lips. “It’s more than okay.”
Blanche pulls her hand out and Dorothy immediately lets out a small groan of protest that dies on her lips the second Blanche starts unbuttoning her shirt with a seductive smile.
“You’re so pretty,” Dorothy sighs with a dreamy smile as she simply watches Blanche undo her buttons, and she runs her fingers gently down the outline of Blanche’s face.
Blanche gives her an almost shy smile, her eyes shining as she leans into the touch. She pushes the shirt off Dorothy’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Stepping back, she licks her lips as she takes in Dorothy’s form, making Dorothy chuckle and shake her head.
“Come back here,” Dorothy reaches out and pulls Blanche back flush against herself. Blanche lets out a surprised yelp that melts into a moan as she’s pressed against Dorothy’s naked tits. She feels like the moment her brain realizes it’s not just another dream, her head might explode. Dorothy is kissing her lips and cheeks and jaw, running her teeth along the curve up to bite down on her earlobe, enjoying the breathy gasps and the way Blanche’s chest starts rising faster. Blanche tips her head back and tangles her hand in Dorothy’s hair, humming in encouragement whenever Dorothy bites down – hard enough to get a reaction, but not enough to leave a mark. Her free hand dances on the skin of Dorothy’s collarbones, slowly travelling lower, circling a nipple teasingly before pinching it between her fingers, making Dorothy groan and bite down on the skin of Blanche’s throat a little harder.
“Let’s move to the bed,” Blanche says as she pulls away and her gaze gets fixated on Dorothy’s naked torso again.
“Alright, but first you need to get rid of this,” Dorothy says and tugs at the skirt of Blanche’s nightgown. Blanche takes it from her and pulls it up.
“Fine, but you need to lose the pants,” she huffs into the fabric before she pulls it over her head in a swift motion. She smirks when she sees Dorothy standing there just in her underwear, pants already pooled at her feet.
Blanche puts her arms around Dorothy’s neck and pulls her down for a kiss, turning her around and walking her backwards to the bed. When Dorothy’s legs hit the mattress, Blanche breaks the kiss and gently pushes at Dorothy’s shoulders to make her sit down.
Dorothy shuffles backwards on the bed, reaching out and taking Blanche’s hands in hers, pulling her down to straddle her lap. Blanche holds onto her shoulders, leaning in for a kiss again as her hands travel down Dorothy’s torso, finally cupping her tits.
“Lie down,” Blanche whispers against Dorothy’s lips with a smile. “God I’ve wanted to do this the whole week.”
She shuffles lower to straddle Dorothy’s legs, her hands massaging her tits. She leans down, holding one tit up towards her mouth. She circles the nipple with her tongue before she wraps her lips around it and start sucking. Dorothy arches her back, soft little sighs escaping her lips, encouraging Blanche to lavish the nipple with more attention. She releases the tit with a wet plop and blows cold air on the skin covered in her saliva, giggling when she sees the nipple perk up even more and the skin breaking out in goosebumps. She moves to the other breast, showering it with the same devotion until the nipple is standing hard and goosebumps are covering the soft skin.
She starts kissing her way down Dorothy’s stomach.
“You know… ever since… I saw you… in that chemise… which would… barely hold your tits…” she stops at the hem of Dorothy’s underwear, looking up, meeting her gaze. “I’ve been dreaming about this every night… waking up wet just because I had a dream of having your tit in my mouth.”
Dorothy groans and lets her head fall back, exposing the whole length of her neck. Blanche pauses for a second to stare and makes a mental note to get to that later.
“It was incredibly frustrating,” she continues, shuffling lower to settle between Dorothy’s legs. She starts peppering her inner thighs with light nips and kisses as she continues telling her. “And your legs? God… they looked… so delicious… I just wanted them… wrapped around me… my head between your thighs… just like this.”
She raises her eyes to see Dorothy propped on her arms, watching her with dilated pupils and lips slightly parted. Blanche leans in, smirking at the wet patch darkening Dorothy’s underwear, and she takes her into her mouth, her tongue moving against Dorothy’s pussy, the movement and the texture of the fabric making Dorothy hum and roll her hips, desperately searching for more.
Blanche soon gets too impatient to fully taste her, so she quickly takes off Dorothy’s underwear, sending it flying to the floor. She settles back between her legs and without hesitation spreads her with her fingers and slowly licks her way up from her entrance to her clit.
“You’re so wet honey,” she says with wonder in her voice, humming at the taste.
“Well, it’s hard not to be after what you’ve done with your mouth,” Dorothy says, her voice already slightly breathless.
“Sensitive boobs?” Blanche grins smugly, tilting her head, enjoying the sight of Dorothy like this, slightly dishevelled, all spread out for her to taste.
“Apparently,” Dorothy sighs. “Wait.”
“What?”
Dorothy reaches for three pillows, stacking them behind herself. “I want to see you.”
“You’re cute,” Blanche smirks before she leans back in, maintaining eye-contact as she gives Dorothy another slow, broad lick. She swirls her tongue through Dorothy’s folds, lapping and sucking at every inch, spreading the wetness with her tongue.
“Blanche,” Dorothy whines and rolls her hips, trying to direct Blanche’s mouth to her clit.
“Not yet,” Blanche says as she moves lower, swirling her tongue around Dorothy’s entrance, collecting the wetness and moaning at the taste. She flicks her tongue inside, the sensation making Dorothy’s hips jerk against her mouth.
“God you’re so ready, honey.”
“Could you please get to it?” Dorothy asks dryly, growing a little too frustrated.
“Of course,” Blanche says, her tongue still teasing at the entrance, while her fingers start indirectly massaging the clit, tantalizingly slowly closing in to finally almost touch it. When she gently squeezes the clit between her fingers, Dorothy’s hips jerk on their own accord and Dorothy lets out a weak whimper. At that Blanche switches places, wrapping her lips around the clit while she drags her fingers up and down Dorothy’s folds, getting them slick enough to finally slowly slide into her. Blanche can feel Dorothy’s muscles immediately respond by clenching around her fingers, keeping them in place. She smiles around the clit, letting it go only to say, “You’ll need to relax, sweetheart.”
Dorothy slowly exhales and Blanche can feel the muscles around her fingers relaxing.
“Good, that’s it…” she says softly and starts lapping at the clit again, moving her fingers slowly in and out. Dorothy is watching her, biting her lip to hold the moans in, but gives up when Blanche starts lavishing her clit with quick, firm licks, dragging her fingers out slowly while curling them up, teasing just at the entrance. Dorothy is rolling her hips to encourage Blanche to pick up the pace, moaning loudly when Blanche follows the unspoken plea and sucks on the clit with devotion. Dorothy tenses up as she comes, lips open in a silent scream, knuckles white as she grasps at the sheets. She slumps against the mattress, breathing heavily, covering her eyes with the crook of her arm.
“Are you alright?” Blanche asks, propped up on one hand, caressing Dorothy’s thigh with the other, trying to help her come back from her high.
“I think I’m seeing stars,” Dorothy says weakly, her chest rising with shallow breaths.
“Don’t rub my ego if you don’t want me to get cocky,” Blanche says with a grin and Dorothy removes her arm, raising her head to look at her.
“You’ve spent a week being horny because you saw me in lingerie for like ten seconds. I don’t know what you’re so smug for.”
Blanches’s mouth drops open in mock offense, but she can’t come up with a comeback that wouldn’t be a blatant lie. Dorothy laughs at that as she straightens up into a sitting position, getting out of Blanche’s hold to tuck her legs under herself. Blanche is just watching her silently, her eyes slowly travelling all over her naked body.
“When you’re done with the staring,” Dorothy says with a smirk, making Blanche pout to stop herself from smiling and just giving into Dorothy’s charm. “Could you come sit on my lap?”
Blanche immediately perks up and slides off the bed. She hooks her thumbs behind the waistband of her underwear, slowly pulling it down her legs, well-aware of Dorothy’s intense gaze burning on her skin. She steps out of the panties once they hit the ground and kneels on the bed, crawling on all fours towards Dorothy.
Dorothy’s eyes darken as she watches her, patting her thighs to motion for Blanche to sit. Blanche straddles her without hesitation, holding onto Dorothy’s shoulders for balance. Dorothy holds her by the hips, keeping Blanche stable as she spreads her legs a little more to create a gap between them so she can reach Blanche’s pussy easier.
Blanche rolls her hips immediately, where she was slow and languid before she is now impatient and constantly shuffling, trying to get some friction. She tangles her fingers in Dorothy’s hair, tugging her close for a passionate kiss. Soon they part for breath and Dorothy starts kissing her way down Blanche’s jaw, running her teeth over it before moving to her neck. Blanche tilts her head back, allowing Dorothy to cover her throat with wet kisses and bite down at the base of her neck, making her let out a high-pitched moan. Dorothy cups her ass, lifting Blanche a little higher to bring her chest closer to her face. Blanche tightens her hold onto Dorothy’s hair as soon as she feels Dorothy’s teeth gently grazing her nipple, immediately soothing it with her tongue before she sucks the soft skin into her mouth. Blanche is breathing heavily, biting her lip, getting progressively worse at holding back soft little moans about the loving attention Dorothy’s paying to her breasts.
With one hand on Blanche’s waist, Dorothy runs her fingers through Blanche’s folds, humming in delight at the slick heat she finds. She’s just massaging her, changing the pressure and moves until Blanche is impatiently bucking her hips against her hand, asking for more. Instead of giving her more right away, Dorothy takes a nipple between her teeth and gently pulls, making Blanche moan and dig her nails into Dorothy’s shoulder. Dorothy repeats the same with the other tit before pulling away to be able to see Blanche’s face as she finally slides two fingers in. Blanche closes her eyes, her body tensing for a split of a second before she relaxes with a sigh, melting into Dorothy’s touch.
“Blanche?”
“Yes honey?” Blanche breathes and opens her eyes to meet Dorothy’s gaze.
“Ride my fingers,” Dorothy says simply, her voice low and travelling straight between Blanche’s legs. Blanche adjusts her hold on Dorothy’s shoulders, supporting herself as she starts grinding her hips, taking in as much of Dorothy’s fingers as she needs.
“Dorothy,” she whispers within a string of breathy moans. “Touch my clit, please.”
Dorothy immediately moves her thumb on top of Blanche’s clit, eliciting a pleased hum as Blanche drives her hips against it.
“I’m so close,” Blanche moans with eyes closed, beads of sweat glistening at her hairline, chest rising with shallow breaths.
“Tell me what you need,” Dorothy murmurs, absolutely entranced by the sight of Blanche losing her composure, giving up on looking all perfect and put-together, instead looking most herself like this, sweaty, flushed skin, her thighs tense and boobs bouncing as she’s chasing pleasure.
“Another finger maybe?” Blanche asks weakly, stilling her hips for a second. Dorothy pulls her hand out, making Blanche let out a desperate, disapproving whimper. Dorothy drags her fingers up and down Blanche’s pussy, getting them wet enough to easily slide three fingers in.
“Oh yes, that’s it,” Blanche moans as she slowly lowers herself on them. She starts rolling her hips again, picking up the pace and letting out sweet little noises as she fucks herself on Dorothy’s fingers. Dorothy can see how close Blanche is so she starts rubbing circles on top of her clit with her thumb, sending Blanche over the edge. Blanche cries out as she comes, arching her back before she slumps against Dorothy, hiding her face in the crook of her neck.
Dorothy runs her hand comfortingly up and down Blanche’s back, smiling at the puffs of hot breath on her collarbone. Then she gently slides her hand out of Blanche, slowly bringing it up. Before she takes the fingers into her mouth, Blanche grabs her wrist and pulls at her hand, sucking on the wet fingers and making a whole show of licking them clean.
Dorothy just watches her with her lips parted and pupils wide, making Blanche raise her eyebrows in question.
“Not only did you just deprive me of my chance to taste you, you just got me all wet again.”
“Another round?”
“Please.”