The Beanbag Chair SeXStoRY

Gwen drove over to Rachelle’s house, retrieving a cocktail dress Rachelle had borrowed for a party the week before. Gwen thought about how great Rachelle looked in her dress, knowing it looked better on Rachelle then on her. Rachelle’s soft curves were silhouetted yet accentuated, and her skin was soft; as Gwen helped her with the zipper that night, her finger knuckle lightly grazed her back, sending shivers up Rachelle’s spine. Gwen pulled up to the house and Rachelle opened the door. “Thanks for coming over, I just got the dress back from the dry cleaners.” Gwen followed her inside, watching her move, to Rachelle’s bedroom and to the closet, where the dress was handed to her wrapped in suffocating plastic. “How was the guy you left the party with?” Gwen asked as she sat down on the bed, Rachelle on the beanbag chair across the room. “He never made it,” Rachelle laughed quietly, “his car broke down half way here and I called a cab.” “That’s too bad, I thought you two were cute together.” “I didn’t. He kept calling and apologizing, but I really wasn’t interested in him.” “Good thing, then. How’s was work?” “Terrible. I hurt my neck today.” Gwen frowned as Rachelle moved her head around. Gwen started, trying to find an excuse to get closer to her, “Need help? I took a massage therapy class.” “Sure, go on and sit behind me.” Gwen moved across the room and sat on the beanbag chair, positioning Rachelle in front of her, between her legs. Gwen began to massage Rachelle’s shoulders, loosely d****d by a camisole. Rachelle started moaning, not heavily, but light and almost inaudible. Gwen smiled and let her fingertips make light circles on Rachelle’s neck. Rachelle shivered, and giggled. Gwen’s hands shot back. “Keep going” Rachelle whispered. Gwen’s hands found their spots underneath Rachelle’s cami straps, and her lips found themselves on Rachelle’s neck. Gwen’s hands moved slowly but firmly, and she soon became wet from Rachelle’ s delicate skin. Her kisses on her neck soon became left there with the intention of leaving hickeys. Rachelle moaned again and Gwen hands moved to Rachelle’s breasts, over the shirt. Her breasts were soft and squishy, and her nipples were hard and perky. Gwen moved her hand to the inside of Rachelle’s shirt. “Hold me closer,” Rachelle said, “I can feel your tits on my back.” Gwen did as she said, but not before removing Rachelle’s cami. Rachelle’s breasts were large, a lot to grab onto for Gwen’s small hands. Rachelle opened her eyes and watched Gwen lick her fingers and massage one of Rachelle’s nipples. Rachelle caught Gwen on the mouth and mover her tongue across her tongue. Rachelle tasted like the innocence of candy, but with the shock of an unknown spice. Gwen’s other hand moved down Rachelle’s stomach to her dripping center. Gwen started to rub Rachelle over her tiny jean shorts, and Rachelle released her oral grip and began to watch Gwen’s hand at work. “Take them off, Gwen, make me cum.” Gwen unbuttoned the shorts and Rachelle wiggled them off, along with her underwear. Gwen licked her hand again and placed a single finger on Rachelle’s exposed clit. She moved her fingers in small circles as the rest of Rachelle’s muscles relaxed. “Tell me how bad you want it” Gwen whispered in her ear. “Much more than you think” Rachelle smiled. Rachelle’s eyes closed and the rest of Gwen’s hand got involved, while the other was holding Rachelle by her breast. Two of her fingers entered Rachelle, and she moaned. Gwen looked down and Rachelle was wet, the sunlight coming through the room made the liquid reflective. Gwen’s wet hand moved towards Rachelle’s lips, and she accepted it excitedly. Her hand moved back to Rachelle’s swollen clit, and began to rub quickly, sending Rachelle over the edge. Rachelle began to squirm and moan louder. Gwen grip on her breast got tighter, holding her back from moving out of her reach. “Fuck…Uh…Keep going, don’t stop” Rachelle repeated. Gwen started rubbing Rachelle clit as fast as she could. Rachelle started bucking harder, and soon Gwen had to use her whole arm to hold her down. Rachelle finally came in a screaming rush, drenching Gwen’s hands, part of the beanbag chair, and the wood floor in front of them. Rachelle leaned back onto Gwen, and Gwen wrapped her arms around her. “I know how you look at me,” Rachelle said as Gwen kissed the skin her lips could reach, “I like it, and I want you to know I feel exactly the same way.” Gwen smiled “you have no idea how happy that make me, to know I don’t have to hide about how I feel anymore.” “I only ever wanted to see you happy, and I know exactly how to do that now.” Rachelle stood up, naked, and Gwen finally cast her eyes upon everything she had desired from Rachelle. Her red hair fell gently over her breasts, and her curves were tight over her hips. She was slender, but not grotesquely slender to where her hip and rib bones were protruding. She was shaved, but everything below was glistening from the mess they made. Her legs were slightly shaking, still adjusting after one of her best orgasms. “I love you,” Gwen muttered. Rachelle smiled, “let me show you how much I love you.” Rachelle straddled Gwen on the beanbag chair, clutched the sides of her head, and began to kiss her. Their tongues intertwined again, as they began to suck back on forth on each other. Rachelle’s hands moved down to Gwen’s breasts, squeezed into an ill-fitting bra. “Let’s get you more comfortable,” Rachelle said. She removed her shirt and reached around her to unhook her bra. Rachelle threw the clothing off to the side and positioned Gwen so she could lean back against the wall for support. Rachelle kissed down Gwen’s neck and chest, until she got to one of her nipples. Rachelle began to suck on her stiff nipple gently, letting her tongue dance circles around it. The feeling drove Gwen to pull Rachelle closer to her. Rachelle started sucking harder, and her hands began to slide up Gwen’s thighs and into her skirt. Gwen’s hands fell to the side as her eyes rolled back and shut them. Rachelle’s mouth moved over to Gwen’s other nipple. She felt Rachelle’s fingers move towards her panties and find her clit. Gwen got wet quickly, and Rachelle began to kiss down Gwen’s stomach and push her skirt all the way up. “Take them off, I want to feel your tongue on me” Gwen sighed. Rachelle slid her underwear off and started blowing warm air on Gwen’s clit. She held her by the ass and lightly touched her nose to Gwen’s clit as her tongue grazed her pussy lips. Gwen wrapped her legs around Rachelle’s kneeling body but was quickly stopped. Rachelle smiled, “you’re going to make me slip in my own cum if you hold me like that.” Rachelle’s tongue entered Gwen softly while her thumb rubbed just as softly over Gwen’s clit. Gwen started squeezing the beanbag under her, searching for some stability under the control of the excitable Rachelle. Rachelle’s mouth moved up to Gwen’s clit, alternating motions of sucking and licking. Gwen started moaning, becoming Rachelle’s queue to move faster and deeper. Rachelle’s started flicking Gwen’s clit with her tongue. Gwen’s hands wrapped around Rachelle’s head and brought her closer as she came, breathing gasps of ecstasy while Rachelle kept her tongue going over her clit. Rachelle moved back up towards Gwen’s face, and kissed her, letting Gwen taste the sweetness of herself. “There’s nothing I love more than you,” Gwen smiled as they stood up and moved towards the bed, ending up wrapped in each other’s arms for the rest of the day.