I sped up. I sucked her clit nonstop, fingers curled inside her in a constant back-and-forth, and felt her whole body tense under my mouth. Her thighs clamped around my head hard. The shaking started in her legs first before the rest. She came moaning loud, body jerking in long waves, her pussy pulsing on my tongue and fingers, hot liquid running down my chin. I kept licking slow, feeling the contractions ease off one by one, her taste still in my mouth.
I wanted to cum too, to grind on her until there was nothing left. I pulled Júlia in again and flipped her body. She didn’t get the position right away—looked a little lost, eyes still glassy. I set up the scissor, spread my legs, slid my thigh between hers, my pussy against hers. Júlia took a second to figure out what I wanted; she’d never done it before. She just stayed still for a few seconds, confused, until I grabbed her hips with both hands and pressed my cunt right against hers.
When our pussies actually touched—hot, soaked, slippery—I started riding. Slow at first, feeling that soft texture, the insane heat, the strong smell of both of us mixed together. Júlia let out a low moan, still trying to catch the rhythm, then fell right into it. The friction got filthy. Wet. Way too hot. The temperature between us climbed and the want turned into straight-up loss of control. The moans shot up loud, no shame left. I rode harder, grinding my clit on hers, my whole body shaking. The smell of sex filled the room. Sweaty skin, our juices mixing, that wet, nasty sound with every thrust.
The craziness took over. I couldn’t think anymore. I just wanted to cum, and so did Júlia—her hips pushing up into mine, more and more desperate. I felt her body lock up first. She came moaning loud, her pussy throbbing against mine, body jerking—and that pulled me right over. I came right after, pleasure exploding hard, my whole body clenching while I kept grinding on her, out of control.
We both collapsed on the bed, naked, on our backs, wrecked after fucking. I started laughing and couldn’t stop—laughed, paused, then another fit hit, my stomach already sore. She laughed every time she looked at my face. We were both sucking air through our mouths like there wasn’t enough in the room for both of us. My thigh kept twitching on its own, and with every breath I felt my pussy still pulsing slow, open and dripping.
Outside, the Petrópolis wind hit the window and slipped through the crack, cold on the skin of my arm. Under me the sheet had cooled, wet, sticking to my ass when I moved. Even so the room was hot, thick with that heavy smell of sweat and pussy. I still had her taste in my mouth, kind of salty. Her hair stuck to my shoulder.
Remember when I said Júlia was all emotional control, that reserved thing? I think that was the first time I saw her completely undone. Open, happy, eyes shining.
Our breathing slowed down little by little, and with it that little chill of embarrassment about ending up in bed with my best friend started fading too. We stayed sprawled there a while, awkward, until I decided to get up and go to the bathroom. Júlia got up almost right after, like she’d just been waiting for me to move first. It all happened fast—didn’t even have time to really process what we’d done—but I’d liked it like crazy, and it showed on her too, because when she came back from the bathroom she was laughing to herself, looking like she was dying to ask something.
“Rafa, do you touch yourself a lot?”
The question came out of nowhere and I thought it was funny. I knew I was kind of over the top with it, that I ended up doing it way more than most other girls, from what they said.
“I don’t know, dude… a lot.” I said, laughing to hide the actual number.
“Every day?” she pushed, laughing too, all curious.
“Yeah, every day… don’t you touch yourself every day?” I asked.
She didn’t even think much.
“No, I don’t know… sometimes…” Her tone was like she didn’t have much interest in it.
“But like how many times a week?” Now I was the curious one.
“One or two, I think… but only when I feel like it.”
“Fuck, dude… I feel like it every day. More than once, and I even have some toys that help.”
“Toys? Which ones?”
She asked already sitting up straight, on the bed now, full attention on me. I stretched to grab my bag on the floor and went for the compartment where I kept what I wanted to show, discreetly.
“At home I’ve got two dildos, but here in the bag…”
I opened my palm in front of her.
“I’ve got this bullet.”
Her eyes lit up when she saw the small pink capsule in my hand.
“It’s discreet, right? But it’s really good. I don’t leave the house without it.”
“Why? Do you touch yourself in the street? What do you mean?”
She was in disbelief, mouth half open, waiting for an explanation that made sense.
“Uh!” I paused a second to think. There was no simple way to say it. “During breaks, between classes, just to take the edge off. I put it in my pants and go to the bathroom…”
She went from sitting to kneeling in one move, blue eyes wide, and almost yelled:
“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!!” She didn’t even wait to finish, already jumping to the next thing and taking it from me: “Let me see that right now!”
She sat there spinning the bullet between her fingers, and I took the chance to talk about the other two. One was a rubber dick in a neutral color, with a suction cup on the base that stuck to any smooth surface, and the other had vibration. I told her how I’d picked both: Carol already had hers, she was the one I first saw that stuff up close with. We ended up choosing together on a site, and she bought them for me.
I said all that excited, the way I get when the topic gets me going. Only when I finished did I notice Júlia had listened to every word without taking her eyes off the bullet once. She held that little pink thing in her palm carefully, way too curious to pay attention to anything else I was saying.
“How do you turn this on?”
I laughed, leaned in, and pressed the little button on the side with the bullet still in her hand. Júlia jumped a little when it started vibrating, then broke into a huge, wide smile—the kind I almost never saw on her. She kept turning her hand side to side, feeling the vibration spread through her fingers, fascinated with the thing.
“Wow… that must feel good.”
“Let me show you. Lie down.”