“What?” asked Rika self-consciously, suddenly aware of the high beams fixed on her from between her legs. It was pretty intense, even for Mai.
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she knit her brow and sighed, pressing her cheek against Rika’s as she continued to explore. Mai ran her tongue along the inner folds, lingering on the spots that got the most interesting reactions from her flustered friend. She prodded lightly around the lips, kissing and sucking gently, briefly lapping an eager opening before turning her attention northward.
Rika wondered how someone who’d never been on so much as a date her entire adult life had gotten so good at this. A grin peeked from the corner of Mai’s mouth as the tip of her tongue teased her hood.
“You, uh,” started Rika with a dignified squeak, “You look awfully proud of yourself.”
Mai let out a muffled giggle as she slipped a finger inside, and then another. Her tiny hands did delicate work while Rika squirmed, sliding each digit to the knuckle before proceeding to the next. Once they were all wet, she turned her hand, pushing upward and rubbing with a knowing persistence against that certain spot.
Rika had gotten head before—plenty of times, truth be told—but never so enthusiastically. And certainly never so laser-focused exclusively on her pleasure. Maybe girls were just better at this, she mused. It made sense: Who knows their way around one of these better than another proud owner? Her legs trembled as Mai pressed harder.
She still hadn’t broken her gaze.
Rika’s hands fumbled for something to do. She grazed the top of Mai’s head, fighting the urge to push her face in further. It would be pretty hot, but… She didn’t want to spoil the mood with anything too forward. Mai seemed to be doing just fine without guidance, anyway, so she settled for squeezing her own sweaty flesh while her roommate brought her closer to the edge.
As Mai’s tongue undulated against her skin, Rika couldn’t stay quiet. She moaned and twisted, the ripples of ecstasy turning into waves. Had she denied herself this pleasure all these years? Or was the delay integral to the gratification? It was hard to see how things could ever go back to normal as her song reached its crescendo, but the look of supreme satisfaction on Mai’s wet lips told her that neither of them had any desire to maintain the status quo.
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