Holly Sleeps Over Again

The second time we slept over was at my house. Once again, we went straight from school on a Friday night. We had not mentioned the previous event to each other, although I had re-enacted the scenes in my head and cum many times! So I was not expecting anything to happen necessarily, but if it did all well and good. After dinner we of course disappeared to my room. No sooner had the door shut than Holly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against my bedroom door. She then gripped my head and planted the hottest kiss on me I've ever had. She devoured me. No way was I stopping her. Our hands were all over our bodies and her leg was rammed between my thighs, and mine between hers. Our kissing was hot, passionate and wet, and before long our hands were at each others hips and pulling the other towards them. The grinding was becoming feverish and frantic, we were literally humping each others legs. My breathing was quick and combined with moans from my throat which I was trying to keep down. It was getting too much, I was going to cum. I whispered this close to her ear then buried my mouth in her shoulder as it hit me. She threw her head back and basically growled. As we twitched and bucked and returned to kissing we then looked at each other and burst out laughing. Then she pulled me to the bed. Our previous session had only involved masturbating ourselves. Tonight had started different and was going to continue that way! 'Bex, I've been thinking about you all the time. I sooo want to touch you!' I had of course been thinking about her but was so naive I didn't know what the next step was! 'Okkaaaay,' I replied, not really sure what was going to happen, 'what does it involve?' 'I've watched some DVD's I found at home and I think I can show you!' she answered with a wicked glint in her eye. 'I'll sit with my back to the wall and you lean against me'. So I did. And so it began. As I leaned into her she first stroked my shoulders then reached over and down towards my boobs. My head went back so she cupped and caressed and made me feel like I was in heaven. She was also kissing my neck at the time which did nothing to dampen my arousal! 'You need to take off your jeans, Bex'. I turned to look at her, looked into her eyes and knew I was in good hands. I jumped up and with my back to her, unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped my jeans before kicking them away. Then I sat down again to where I had been. 'This is the good bit,' she said, like the rest had been shabby! Continuing to nibble my neck, her hands now made their way south, pausing around my stomach and then at the elastic of my panties. She stroked along the edge, teasing me, then lifted the material with one hand and slowly slid the other into my panties. She paused at the top of my pubes and my breath escaped in a burst. My hands were now firmly planted either side of me, my legs were parted and I was beginning to move my hips. Her hand carried on, ever so slowly, reaching my clit hood and continuing down, down and cupping my whole mound. My head had turned to kiss her, 'Please!!' I whimpered. My legs were now splayed in a beautifully indecent position. Her middle finger was poised above my slit, no, on it and she simply pressed down and through the flesh, parting my lips like a flower's petals being separated, then continuing its progress and into my pussy. I was as wet as I had ever been as she begun to stroke my insides and insistently rub her palm on my clit. My hip movements had returned to their now familiar bucking motion as I sought to meet her hand. I was totally lost in time, in pleasure and passion and in her. She could do whatever she wanted at this stage. As I was so wet she was able to add another finger - something that I had not even tried until then. This was too much. She was now fucking me. Two fingers in a very quick in-out fucking sort of motion and I was getting very close. Very. Then her free hand found its way to my boob and she grabbed it, squeezed it and pinched the nipple. That was it for me. I lost it! I came massively. Long and hard, so long it never seemed to stop. On and on went my orgasm, or so it seemed, until I could take no more and had to grasp her wrist to stop her. I was a mess, a jelly-like, wobbly mess, but I loved it. We sat like that for a while, not saying anything, just cuddling, stroking and kissing and I really couldn't have been happier. The night continued as the last had, but obviously we had now stepped up a gear. It was her turn and although I had not done this before, I now had a good idea of what to do. Perhaps I'll save that for another time. Bex