“Huh? O– Oh! Wait, now? Isn’t Kate still here?” Meryl asked, returning her focus to her friend’s face.
“She’s sleeping.”
Vi almost looked like she might start drooling, and those fiery eyes of hers seemed to be looking at her hungrily. Vi slid around the counter, hesitating a moment before pressing herself against Meryl’s arm and gazing up at her with an expression somewhere between pouting and begging.
“Please, just a little bit?”
For some reason, that phrase triggered a full realization of what Vi was asking for. She didn’t just want to mess around a bit, or even get herself off. She specifically wanted Meryl to have an orgasm, probably as soon as possible, and likely more than one. Meryl shivered. That seemed like a lot of pressure all of a sudden, not to mention someone she’d never met could walk out of Vi’s bedroom at any moment. Meryl didn’t handle pressure or nerves very well, finding they usually threw off the mood way too quickly to have any hope of an orgasm.
A competing thought reminded her that Vi was incredibly good at getting her to cum, as she’d recently discovered. And her friend’s desperate arousal was kind of hot. Maybe it would be fine.
“Um, ok, we can try.”
Vi’s eyes lit up with excitement— Oh gosh, that’s adorable —and she reached for her hands. Meryl allowed Vi to guide them back toward her head, placing them on her horns again. Vi’s hands squeezed over her own for a moment, as if to say, “Like this.”
Oh?
Meryl tugged gently, pulling their bodies back together and a short breath out of Vi. How rough did Vi want her to be? She wondered whether she was even capable of being rough, though she understood the appeal from Vi’s end. It was odd, being on the taller, stronger side for the first time, and with another woman, especially. It made her realize how much Vi had seemed to be the one in control of their previous encounters.
Using a firmer grasp this time, Meryl pushed Vi backward over the countertop, arching her back while their hips pressed together. The soft, breathy, almost whimper moan that escaped Vi’s lips sent a shiver down Meryl’s spine.
She leaned over Vi to whisper into her ear, “Ohh, you really liked that, huh? It’s like these were made for putting you in your place.”
Jesus, did I just say that? she thought, nearly as the words were coming out of her mouth.
They had, apparently, been the right words, though. Violet quivered and twitched under her, her breath coming quickly and unevenly. Her eyes were unfocused and rolled back slightly.
Meryl pulled down slightly harder on one of the horns in her grasp, turning the adorable ear she’d been whispering into closer to her mouth, then began to lick along the top, inner edge. Again, Vi moaned and convulsed beneath her, but she kept a firm enough grasp to prevent Vi from pulling her head away. She explored each curve and ridge with her tongue until Vi’s moans and whimpers got so loud Meryl had to release a horn to cover her mouth.
“Can’t be too loud, remember?” Meryl teased, purposefully keeping her lips brushing softly against the inside of Vi’s ear, letting her breath hit the wet spots she’d just been licking as she spoke.
Counter to Meryl’s reminder, Vi made an absolutely depraved, though muffled, pleading noise into Meryl’s hand. That gave her an idea.
“Don’t move,” she said as she released Vi.
She removed her pants and underwear, then reached again for Vi’s horns and pulled her toward the couch, guiding her onto her back and kneeling over her surprised but clearly thrilled succubus. Toned thighs on either side of Vi’s head, Meryl used her handles to pull Vi up until lips met skin.
Pressed against Vi’s mouth, it became Meryl’s turn to suppress her moans. She did a much better job of it than Vi, but that wasn’t in any way a criticism of the experience. Vi was as skilled as ever, eagerly adapting to her new position, and Meryl soon found herself using one of Vi’s horns as an alternative outlet to her vocalizations, tugging in whatever direction seemed to express each sensation best. Vi certainly hadn’t stopped moaning either as she twitched underneath her, but Meryl found her body made for an effective muzzle, and it allowed her to enjoy the vibrations of Vi’s muffled moans between her legs.
This is surprisingly fun…
As the minutes passed, Meryl got closer and closer to climax. Her nerves were definitely prolonging the event a bit, but she was also enjoying it a lot more than she’d expected to. When the time finally neared, she felt Vi wrap her arms around her thighs, holding her down so she couldn’t escape as she came. That was the last bit Meryl needed to push her over the edge.
I’m going to get addicted to this, Meryl thought as she started to come down from her orgasm.
Another thought occurred to her. In all the sex they’d had these last two days, she’d yet to feel any shame. Vi knew what she wanted, and somehow she knew there would never be any judgment. She knew Vi would enjoy it if she enjoyed it. This was so different to the almost tenuous tug-of-war experiences she was used to, constantly in her head, second guessing imagined shortcomings and insecurities on both sides. Why was this so different? Why was it so easy with Vi?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sensation that edged within a hair’s breadth of an overwhelming tickle. Vi was going to keep going. This was definitely part of what made Vi a wonderful partner. She seemed to know far better than Meryl how to toe that line just short of ‘too much.’ Meryl hadn’t even known ‘just short of too much’ could feel so amazing before her first night with Vi. She had absolutely no idea it could be even better than the lead up to the first orgasm, or how wonderful a second orgasm in as many minutes could feel.
“V– Vi– V–” Meryl panted, getting closer and closer to another incredible wave of pleasure.
Just as she was about to dive off that edge again, Vi suddenly stopped with an almost entirely muffled, “ong shhn.”
What?
Meryl looked up just as Vi’s friend stepped around the corner of the hallway and into the living room, and the jolt of shock and embarrassment to her gut was all it took to push her off that edge again.
“H– H– Hi–” she stammered, knowing she should be doing something about the situation but finding it hard to get her body to move. Or think, for that matter.
She felt like her face was going to catch on fire and reflexively grabbed the small pillow sitting in front of her to cover herself.
“Hhahh Khaahhh,” Vi mumbled into her crotch, sending another jolt through her and reminding her she was putting too much of her weight on Vi.
“Hi, Kate,” Vi said again as Meryl lifted off of her.
Kate snorted, then continued into full-on laughter.
“Good morning. I, um– I’ll give you a few more minutes,” Kate said, snickering as she retreated back up the hallway.
Meryl dropped the pillow she was holding onto Vi’s face, then started to stand up awkwardly on her shaky legs.
“Hey!” Vi protested as she flipped the pillow off her face and sat up.
Her face still felt hot, and she couldn’t meet Vi’s eyes for more than a moment or two.
“Aww, it’s ok, Meryl. She thought it was funny.”
Meryl looked at the floor.
“I’ll go check on her while you get dressed, then I’ll introduce you properly. Ok?”
She nodded, and Vi slipped away up the hall.
What am I even embarrassed about? It’s just sex.
Her underwear and jeans were on the floor at the end of the couch.
And this is Vi’s apartment. It’s not like we don’t all know we’re having sex with Vi, anyway, right? Oh fuck, Vi, you better have told her or this is going to be super awkward…
She slipped her underwear back on, then stepped into her jeans.
Either way, sitting on a succubus’ face is not how I like to make first impressions, even if she is my best friend. Is this just normal now? What is even happening?
After a quick stop in the bathroom to wash her face, Violet knocked on her bedroom door.
“Yeah?”
She slipped inside, closing the door behind her. Kate was lying on her bed, still wearing only her underwear and the borrowed t-shirt, and she was grinning.
“Someone’s a little impatient,” Kate teased as Violet hopped onto the end of the bed.
She sat on her ankles to avoid putting her dripping wet bottom on the bed.
“I’m sorry. She texted me hours ago saying she felt much better, and I told her to come over in the morning. I thought it’d be fun for you two to meet, and maybe make you both breakfast. You’re the only two people who really know about all this. I should have asked you first, though, that was selfish. But I was up all night and knew she was still up too and I got impatient…”
Kate’s grin had turned into a smile, “You really are adorable when you’re shy. I think we’ve seen each other at Rose a few times, but we never really met. Introduce me?”
“Yeah!”
Kate hesitated a moment, looking back at her skirt on the floor, then shrugged.
“You’re not wearing pants, and I just saw her without pants. It’s only fair,” Kate said, grinning again as she followed Violet out of the bedroom.
Upon en entering the living room, Violet announced, “Ok, real introductions this time! Kate, this is Meryl. We’ve been best friends since we were little. Meryl, this is Kate. We work together, and I think she’s really pretty,” blushing slightly at that last part.
“Hello,” Meryl laughed nervously as she waved, then added, “She’s not wrong.”
“Well, so are both of you,” Kate said, still grinning.
“Hey, wait a minute. You tricked me, Vi!” Meryl objected. “Now I’m the only one wearing pants.”
“Oh, oops,” Violet laughed. “One second!”
Kate and Meryl shared a small burst of confusion as she darted back to the bedroom. A few moments later, she returned with a third, oversized t-shirt.
“Here,” she said, handing the shirt to Meryl, who stared at it with wide eyes while Kate laughed.
Meryl seemed uncertain for a moment, then smiled and hurried off to the bathroom.
“Coffee?”
“Oh, yes, please,” Kate answered, as Violet set to work.
“That’s better,” Kate said excitedly when Meryl returned, already blushing at Kate’s comment as she approached the kitchen counter.
“What are you making?” Meryl asked.
“Waffles! Fair warning, I’m not a great cook, but I’ve done these a few times,” Violet answered with a nervous laugh.
“Ooo, want any help?”
“Sure! Mix two eggs in here?”
Meryl nodded, and Violet gave her friends a little space to get to know each other while she mixed the other ingredients. Meryl was very shy at first, a side of her Violet had rarely seen, but she lit up a bit when Kate leaned toward her and loudly whispered about how adorable Violet's ears were. They spent the next few minutes bonding over their shared fondness for both teasing and praising Violet, despite her reminding them she was standing right there. By the time the first waffles came out, Violet’s cheeks were bright red.
Once her friends each had a plate in hand, they all squeezed on to Violet’s small couch to eat off of the coffee table.
“Sorry I don’t have a real table,” Violet said as she pulled the blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch over their legs for warmth.
“What?” Kate asked. “This is perfect!”
“Yeah… it kind of is,” Violet agreed.
Sitting there, between her friends as they ate, Violet started to cry.
“Vi, are you ok?” Meryl asked, overflowing with concern.
Violet nodded, trying to calm the sudden flood of emotions.
“Honestly, I’m still so scared about everything that’s happening, not knowing why or where it’s going, or what to to do about it–”
She sniffed, then reached for one of the napkins they’d brought to the coffee table.
“–but it’s also gotten me here, sitting between two of my favorite people here in our stupid PJ’s, all cozy on this rainy morning. I don’t know. I suddenly felt like it’s going to be ok, and then, yeah…”
She wiped her eyes again before adding, “I’m just so grateful to both of you for not treating me like a freak and ditching me. I can’t even imagine what would have happened to me yesterday without you. So, yeah, thank you for being my friends. Sorry, I just fell apart for a second there.”
“Aww, of course, Vi,” Meryl replied.
“Yeah, I like freaks,” Kate added, making Violet snort while her face was still buried in a napkin.
“That’s a relief,” Violet said as she leaned to rest her forehead on Kate’s shoulder.
Yeah, it’s going to be ok, probably…
Author’s note: Special thanks to LimitLax for planting this horns-as-handles seed. I love it. Their stories were actually one of the things that got me to start writing this one, so go check them out~ And thanks again for reading!
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