Unholy Desires Pt. 02

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UNHOLY DESIRES – PART TWO

The backstory continues…

“Jess and Britt. Shitty timing,” murmured Tammy as she released her friend’s hands and walked to the door to let them in.

“We thought you’d be passed out on the couch,” Brittany smirked, passing by Tammy on her way to the kitchen with a pint of Moose Tracks ice cream in her hand.             

Hardly, thought Claire. If they only knew.

“There’s nothing like ice cream and wine to go with romcom movies,” Jess said, holding a DVD in her hand.

Tammy sighed and excused herself, trudging into the bedroom.

“Not cool, Jess. She just got dumped. We can’t pop a romantic comedy in. How about a horror movie instead? Maybe something like ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ or ‘Halloween.’ Maybe that’ll take her mind off of Kenneth,” Claire said, wondering why she always had to be the voice of reason.

Brittany scooped out the ice cream while Jess searched for a horror movie on the big screen tv, scrolling through a variety of bad “B” movies before settling on The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

“No way I’m watching that one,” Brittany said. “How about a comedy?”

They plopped themselves down on the couch with Brittany on one end and Jess next to her, followed by Claire, who saved room for Tammy at the end.

They lounged on the sofa with their bowls of ice cream in their laps. Within minutes, Tammy emerged from the bedroom with tell-tale puffy eyes, holding a mound of tissues in her hand.

“Sorry ’bout that. Let’s eat. I hope you saved me some,” Tammy said quietly.

She sat down on the end of the couch where just an hour before she was intently watching her best friend playing with herself. What a different vibe now, she thought. There was barely room for four of them now, and although she felt a twinge of relief at the interruption which prevented them from taking another step, she also yearned for the intimate session that she and Claire had nearly experienced together. She suddenly felt panic setting in, fearing that they had gone too far. She knew that her desires and lack of inhibitions were fueled not only by the trauma of her broken wedding plans, but also from bing-drinking way too much wine and tequila.

Still, she conceded that she had suppressed her desires for her best friend almost from the day that they first met. She was somewhat relieved when they chose separate colleges, knowing that had they roomed together it would have been nearly impossible for her to hide her interest. Now the future was uncertain, and she was suddenly unsure if her best friend would literally love her or hate her for what she had done. She cradled the bowl of ice cream and felt a chill as she slid the first spoonful into her mouth.

“Is anyone else freezing,” she asked, and the girls nodded simultaneously. Tammy dropped her bowl onto the coffee table in front of her and the girls watched as she disappeared yet again into the other room.

“Is she…okay,” Jess whispered to Claire, who shrugged.

Britt added, “I think she’s kind of in shock or something…shhh, she’s coming back.”

Claire smiled to herself, knowing that their heads would probably explode if they only knew what had nearly happened while they were gone. She realized that despite the interruption she was in need of sexual relief, but she knew she had no choice but to hold out for some alone time later.

Tammy came back with a heavy comforter that she found in the bedroom. She yanked it open, and it parachuted across the legs of her bridesmaids. They giggled while shielding their ice cream from the blanket, and Tammy crawled back under the cover next to her friend before reaching for the remains of the melting ice cream.

“So, what are we gonna watch,” she asked, trying to put on a brave face.

“Um, well… there are some horror movies, some comedies, or there’s always the Hallmark channel,” Britt said before Jess nudged her under the blanket.

“Hallmark is out, so…how about something else that’s mindless but not as sappy,” Tammy said.

Jess grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels as they finished up their ice cream. While they were searching, Claire pulled the blanket aside and gathered up the empty bowls from the girls.

“Who wants something to drink?”

They all raised their hands, giggling. Instead of pouring, Claire just grabbed a bottle and brought it back, squeezing under the blanket between Tammy and Jess.

“Bottoms up,” Claire said and took the first sip before handing it to Tammy, who smiled at the thought.

“If only we had a joint,” Britt said, and Tammy shushed her.

“I thought you didn’t do that anymore, Britt!”

“I don’t, I mean…I was kind of kidding,” Brittany lied.

“So, it looks like our choices are Halloween, Fifty Shades, or an Adam Sandler movie,” Jess said as she continued scrolling through the stations. “Should we vote?”

Britt: “Fifty Shades?”

Jess: “I don’t care.”

Claire: “Halloween.”

They looked at Tammy, waiting for her response as the tiebreaker. She thought for a few seconds, then picked.

“Halloween. I love scary movies.”

As she said it, her left hand dropped to her friend’s thigh under the blanket, just as Claire was taking a sip from the bottle with her right hand. She felt a now-familiar spark at the touch, and she shifted the bottle to her left Kızılay travesti hand as her right hand snaked under the blanket to squeeze her friend’s warm hand resting on her right mid-thigh.

As they watched the movie, Jess said, “I swear, Jamie Lee will die of old age before Michael Myers gets to her,” and they all laughed.

“She’s probably like sixty, but she’s still kinda hot in a way. I hope I look half that good at that age,” Tammy said, and the others nodded in agreement as they passed the bottle for a third time.

Britt and Jess were oblivious to the somewhat sexual comment, but Claire read into it, and suddenly everything clicked with her fresh perspective. She guessed that her best friend had made hundreds of similar comments over the years, but Claire had always dismissed them as crude humor. Had she missed the obvious, she wondered, and while that thought circled her head, she felt Tammy’s hand drop lower on her right thigh. It now made sense – her lack of remorse over Kenneth’s escape, her mystery trips with old college roommates, and the looks that she ignored for years. She wondered if she was the only one who knew the truth about Tammy. She looked over at Jess and Britt, who were drunkenly giggling and chatting. They were almost ignoring Tammy and the movie, so she surprised herself by slightly parting her thighs just enough for Tammy’s hand to drop lower.

Tammy took a deep breath and squeezed her friend’s inner thigh under the comforter while Claire tried but failed to focus on the movie. She boldly and uncharacteristically guided Tammy’s left hand directly between her legs and pressed it against her pajama bottoms, cupping her hand as her best friend rubbed her mound through the fabric. Tammy suppressed a moan as she felt the warmth on her fingers, and Claire bit her lip as she also tried to remain quiet despite the rush of heat that the simple act had generated. Claire wanted to part her legs more under the blanket, but there was simply no room to do so.

She now sensed by Tammy’s movements that this was not an isolated or new experience for her, and as she wondered how many other pussies her friend had secretly touched over the years, it made her even wetter. Claire instinctively leaned against her friend as they continued to watch the horror movie with their under-the-cover actions oblivious to their guests. Claire closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of her best friend, and she felt herself slightly lifting and shifting against Tammy’s fingers as she gently rubbed. Claire snuck a quick glance at the other girls and found them struggling to stay awake. In fact, Jess’ head was bobbing slightly, so Claire reached out to gently take the bottle from her hand and placed it on the coffee table.

As she moved forward, she was disappointed when Tammy released her hand from between her legs, and she assumed that the fun was over; however, when she leaned back into her comfortable position between the girls, Tammy’s left hand once again started in motion. This time she felt her friend’s fingers at the waistband of her pajamas. Within seconds, Tammy pressed her palm flat against her stomach with just the tips of her fingers finding their way under the elastic. Claire instinctively sucked her tummy in, and as she did, Tammy took the opportunity to dip her fingers even lower until they reached into Claire’s thin cotton panties, just inches from her moist folds. Claire let out a squeal of excitement, then covered her mouth with her left hand as her right hand dropped down onto Tammy’s left thigh. Another glance to her left fortunately found the two girls now totally passed out, with Britt’s head against the side of the couch and Jess’ head resting on Britt’s shoulder. Jess’ body leaned against Britt’s and was nearly in the fetal position as they slept, which allowed Claire to extend her left leg now, and she lifted it so that her calf now rested on the coffee table in front of them. As she did, Tammy now had full access to her friend’s pussy under the covers, and she ran her fingers through the thin trimmed pubic hair before finding the wetness which immediately drenched her fingers. Claire’s hips moved slowly, and Tammy’s middle finger easily slipped inside while her ring and index fingers rubbed slowly along her slit. Claire couldn’t remember the last time she was this wet, and she no longer cared that they had an audience, albeit an unconscious pair. She reached down and pressed her left hand against her friend’s probing hand, urging her finger deeper inside of her. She lifted her hips and slowly fucked against the digit. Her right hand dropped down between Tammy’s legs and she slowly rubbed the side of her hand against Tammy’s crotch as her fingers grazed against her friend’s inner thigh. Claire’s left hand involuntary brushed against Jess’ butt through her leggings as a result of her undulations under the blanket.

Jess stirred. When she realized that her hand had accidentally strayed, Claire froze and reached to stop Tammy’s hand from rubbing her, while slowly moving her left hand away from Jess under the covers. Just the slightest inadvertent touch seemed to generate a mini chain reaction, and Jess shifted, transferring her weight away from Britt and angling toward the two girls. That movement woke Britt, who glanced around and appeared to be dazed. She yawned and stretched her arms high over her head before mustering Kızılay travestileri the energy to pull the blanket off of her legs. She stretched again, this time reaching down to rub her calves just above her retro black converse high-top sneakers. Tammy and Claire didn’t budge. Their eyes remained on the TV screen, nervously waiting to see how the situation played out.

Britt took one look at Jess, who was now curled up on the couch facing Claire.

Britt shrugged and said, “Gotta pee,” as she rose unsteadily from the sofa and serpentined toward the bathroom.

Moments later, she reentered the living room and said to her sister, “I guess I’ll head back to the room. Looks like Jess is ‘down for the count’ here…”

“Okay sis,” Tammy said. “Thanks for bringing the ice cream and for… you know, being here for me.”

“You would do the same for me, Tammy. See ya sometime in the morning,” Britt said.

Tammy waved with her free – and dry – right hand as Britt exited, closing the door behind her.

The room remained quiet, with only the ominous pre-murderous music playing quietly as yet another unsuspecting horny teenager was about to meet his fate at the hands of Michael Myers. Despite the slow build-up of the scene and the certainty that it was only a matter of seconds before the deed was done, both girls jumped and gasped at the same time when Michael appeared from around the corner of the room on the screen. Tammy’s left hand again found its way between Claire’s legs, desperately wanting to continue where they left off. To her slight surprise, Claire welcomed it by parting her legs even further and Tammy took it as an open invitation. By now, Jess was facing the television with her eyes closed; however, her right hand rested gently on Claire’s left hand, essentially trapping it between them. Claire didn’t dare move it for fear of prompting another response from Jess, who was dozing by her side. Claire’s right hand was free to explore, however. First, she reached down again to find Tammy’s wrist under the blanket, grabbing it and pulling it upward to her waistband once again. Once there, Claire reached to pull her pajama bottoms away from her stomach, wanting to again feel Tammy’s hand on her mound. Tammy followed her lead and her hand again found its way between Claire’s legs, cherishing the feeling once again. She slowly rubbed her friend, mimicking their earlier experience, and in a few seconds her middle finger again found it’s way inside of Claire.

“God yes,” she whispered, raising her hips to again buck against her friend’s middle finger.

Her right hand drifted to Tammy’s waistband of her heavy sweats, and she couldn’t resist working it under, expecting to feel panties, but instead being met by coarser matted hair. In response, Tammy lifted her right leg so that her foot rested up on the couch, giving her best friend access to her wetness. The blanket dropped slightly, leaving Tammy’s leg exposed, but she quickly caught it and repositioned it to hide the activities taking place underneath it.

Claire didn’t think it was possible for her to get any wetter, but she was wrong. She felt herself dripping as she touched only her second pussy ever, and the first that wasn’t her own. The contrast between the two was dramatic, with Tammy’s pubic hair running wild while Claire’s own hair was meticulously manicured and occasionally waxed. Despite the difference, Claire absolutely loved the wild feel of her friend, and she ran her fingers through the wet hair.

“Fuuuck…” Tammy said, trying too late to muffle her voice.

Jess stirred and shifted on her side next to Claire. Although her right hand remained pressed against the top of Claire’s left hand between them, Jess’ left arm slid across and rested just above Claire’s left hip, almost like a young child sleeping soundly against a nurturing parent. Tammy and Claire looked at each other, and for a split-second each considered curtailing their explorations due to the danger of being caught, but their collective desires were too hard to deny, and they continued finger-fucking each other under the blanket next to Jess. Tammy easily slid a second finger into her friend, and Claire reacted by trying to do the same; however, despite Tammy’s dampness, Claire struggled before giving up on inserting a second finger in Tammy’s tight pussy. Instead, she removed her middle finger and used it to rub Tammy’s clit as her other fingers worked to part her folds.

Both girls writhed on the couch against the other’s hand, causing Jess to stir again next to Claire. The movements naturally resulted in Jess’ left hand innocently dropping into Claire’s lap, just above Tammy’s left wrist. Claire quickly reached with her free hand to remove Jess’ hand from the danger area, but instead of moving it away, she shocked herself by resting it against her, a few inches above her stomach, almost drawing Jess into an unconscious hug. As she did, Jess shifted closer, and Claire felt her breath against her neck just below her sensitive ear – an erogenous weakness that only her husband had ever taken advantage of. The combination of the warm breath near her ear and Tammy’s probing fingers forced an unsuppressed moan from her, which prompted another moan from Tammy.

It was as if they were floating drunkenly together in a totally unexpected but welcome heavy sexual fog – one that Travesti kızılay Claire didn’t want lifted any time soon. She was not surprised to feel a light peck on her neck from Jess, whose eyes were now slightly opened. Claire was praying that Jess wouldn’t breathe in her ear, which she knew would drive her into a state of ecstasy; however, her prayer went unanswered, for better or for worse. A nibble on her earlobe was followed by a wet tongue against Claire’s inner ear, and Claire was suddenly lost. She reached over with her left hand to grip Jess’ leggings-clad ass, and Jess responded by moving her left hand tantalizingly close to the base of Claire’s right breast. Jess gently licked Claire’s inner ear yet again before finally cupping her breast through the cotton pajamas. Tammy released her hand from Claire’s panties, causing a panic. Was she upset at Jess’ inclusion, Claire wondered, and she reluctantly opened her eyes just in time to see Tammy extending her wet fingers to Jess, who smiled mischievously and took them greedily into her mouth, savoring Claire’s taste. As she tasted the fingers that were offered, her hand found its way under Claire’s pajama top and finally rested against her bare breast. Her fingers toyed lightly with Claire’s nipple, and in the recesses of Claire’s mind she was positive that this wasn’t the first time the girls had explored together, but she no longer cared.

Tammy finally removed her fingers from her ex-roommate’s mouth, tracing her lips with them as she did. Instead of moving her hand back to its happy place between Claire’s legs, she shifted to plant a light kiss on Claire’s neck. Her hand reached to cup Claire’s breast over the fabric, instead feeling Jess’ hand which beat her to her friend’s breast under the pajama top. Jess slowly leaned back against the corner of the couch, momentarily separating herself from the others until she gently pulled Claire toward her. Claire welcomed the movement, although it meant removing her hand from under Tammy’s sweatpants. She reacted by scooting closer to Jess, with her back now pressed against Jess’ chest. She felt Jess’ arms wrapping around her, and Jess resumed her assault on Claire’s ears and neck. They were positioned as if they were sledding in a toboggan, with Jess’s legs extended across the length of the couch and Claire seated cozily between them. The blanket dropped to the floor, and Tammy took a moment to lazily watch her former roommate and her current best friend relaxing drunkenly together. She licked her lips, knowing what she wanted to do, but suddenly worried that she may be going too far with her friend.

Claire was beside herself, having been brought to the brink of cumming via Tammy’s hand for a second time. She remained nestled against Jess, who ran her hands up and down Claire’s arms softly. Claire couldn’t remember the last time she felt this strange combination of horniness and comfort. She could have blamed it on the wine and tequila, but she knew that she would have continued even in her most sober moments. Again Jess kissed her ear, and the sound was amplified in Claire’s brain while the electricity jolted through her body. She looked down at Tammy, who was still watching the two girls from the other side of the couch and contemplating her next move – if any. Claire allowed her legs to part almost obscenely, and she couldn’t resist reaching into her own pajamas to continue what Tammy had begun twice before.

As if in a trance, Tammy felt herself dropping to the carpet on her knees in front of Claire. She leaned forward and rested her head against her friend’s knee and watched Claire’s hand working on her own mound under the pajamas. She felt Claire’s free hand reaching out to run her fingers through Tammy’s short hair, and she moaned again as she angled her head to rub her cheek against Claire’s lower thigh above her knee. Claire surprised her by pulling her hair – not quite enough to cause pain – but enough to encourage her to continue upward. Tammy did not disappoint as she eased her way closer, between both Claire’s and Jess’s legs at the same time. No longer able to resist and not caring about the consequences, she lifted her head and reached under her friend, grabbing her pajamas and trying to work them down over her full ass while Jess helped from the front. Claire moaned and lifted her hips just enough to allow the pajamas to be freed from her fleshy butt and down her legs. The musky scent excited Tammy even more and she looked up from between Claire’s thighs as if to give her one final chance to stop her. The look on Claire’s face told her all she needed to know, and she had a hint of a smile as she pressed her face against her friend’s reddened, moist lips. As she did, Jess gently ran her hands along Claire’s arms and came to rest on her stomach. Claire’s pajamas and soaked panties were dangling from her left ankle, and as Tammy flattened her tongue along Claire’s slit, she fumbled to pull them off, taking the time to separate the panties from the pajama bottoms. She held them in her hand and Jess reached down, pulling the wet panties from her friend. Claire watched as Jess took the wet cream-colored panties and in slow motion brought them to her face – an act that in a normal day would have mortified Claire, but tonight the crudeness further fueled her lust. After pressing the crotch to her nose and inhaling, Jess opened her mouth and sucked on the panties. The sound drove Claire nearly insane with desire, and she reached down to press Tammy’s face tighter against her pussy. She was lost in a sea of need, and was no longer able to control herself between the two women. She parted her legs further as Tammy lapped hungrily and expertly.