REND

Amber Deen Leska

 

Erind opened one eye and looked at Deen in the mirror, the side of her lips and a cheek raised in a smirk. “Are you looking for a loophole for the no-touching rule?”

“N-no!” Deen’s voice cracked, betraying her lie. “I-I just thought it’d be easier for you to relax instead of sitting up.”

Erind laid back on Deen’s body, making sure to hit Deen’s breasts with a bounce. “Finding your way around rules, just like a proper law student. I’ll give you a point for that.”

“What point?”

Erind gazed up at Deen. Not able to reach Deen’s lips without sitting back up and turning sideways, she settled with licking Deen’s jawline with a quick flick of her tongue. She then returned to playing with herself.

Deen gripped the sheets and tensed her body. She almost grabbed Erind after the lick. She yelled in her head, don’t ruin this!

The sweet scent of soap wafted to Deen as Erind stuck to her; Erind had bathed before their playtime.  Deen slowly inhaled deeply, taking care not to get noticed. Erind would think she was a creep. She, herself, thought herself a creep, smelling her best friend.

But Deen couldn’t fully enjoy the experience. She was overthinking whether Erind was really doing it or just faking it. She couldn’t smell anything odd. Nor were there any sticky sounds.

The tiny shivers and minute trembling of Erind’s body—which Deen could feel given that they were in full body contact—seemed too genuine to fake. Erind’s soft moans punctuating her shallow and short breathing sounded real too. Listening to them aroused Deen even more. She also noticed Erind’s reddening skin, especially the parts of her neck and the top of her ear that poked through her hair.

“What’s that look on your face?” Erind suddenly asked. Deen, too wrapped up in her thoughts, didn’t notice Erind had opened her eyes again. “Let me guess… you’re wondering if I’m really playing with myself?

“N-no! That’s not it. I was thinking of…”

“Deen, we’ve been best friends for, uh, a relatively short time, actually. But we’ve gotten really close to each other, haven’t we? I guess ‘close’ is an understatement given, you know. Point is, I can sort of read your mind.”

Deen’s eyes widened. “You can?”

“Why’d you look so scared?” Erind asked, chuckling. “I meant that figuratively, duh. I can sort of guess what you’re thinking. And the answer to your question is, ‘no, I’m not faking it.” Or it can be ‘Yes, I’m doing it’. Like, I don’t know what your exact question is.”

Deen averted her gaze. “I didn’t think you were faking it.”. Some part of her was delighted that Erind guessed what she thought, but she was mostly embarrassed at how transparent she was.

Erind pulled out her hand from her shorts, pressing up her fingers on Deen’s lips.

There was that unmistakable smell. The world slowed down. Deen couldn’t hear anything anymore as she tasted her friend. She wrapped her lips around Erind’s finger and cleaned them off with her tongue. Savoring the sticky liquid, she tasted its sweet and slightly salty tones. The thought that this came from inside her best friend made Deen herself wet.

“Enough of that,” Erind said, pulling her fingers out of Deen’s mouth with a pop. “You might lick my skin off.”

“I wasn’t licking it that hard,” Deen protested, hiding the disappointment of having her snack taken away.

Erind rolled her eyes at Deen before returning her hand in between her legs.

Deen stared at Erind’s reflection in the mirror. She gritted her teeth as she fought back the desire to lay her hands on Erind. A minute passed and Erind let Deen taste her again. Deen knew Erind was toying with her, punishing her in a way. There was annoyance. Also, excitement. Deen didn’t know how long she could hold back. Tingles ran up her flanks from the excitement.

Erind wouldn’t go through with her threat, would she? Was it worth risking their friendship?

“Kiss my neck,” Erind said, interrupting Deen’s spiraling thoughts.

“What?”

“I’m close. Help me out.” Erind tilted her head to the side and shrugged her hair off her shoulders to fully expose her pale and thin neck.

Deen wasn’t sure if she heard Erind correctly. “I thought you said—”

“I know what I said.” Erind opened her eyes and made eye contact with Deen in the mirror. “And I know you want to do it. Come on. But you can do only what I tell you.”

Deen didn’t need any further encouragement. She slobbered Erind’s neck with her saliva. She mixed in nibbles and large bites. As her teeth sunk into Erind’s soft flesh, Deen was tempted to bite down even harder. But Gabe was there to continually blare warnings.

“That’s not kissing, you weirdo,” Erind said in a rugged voice. “Control yourself. Stop trying to eat me.”

Deen didn’t bother to make excuses, so enthralled she was with her meal. But she did manage to stop her jaws from clamping down. She moved on to nibble on Erind’s ear. Delicate. Soft. A doll. Her plaything. Momentarily losing herself, and ignoring Gabe’s warnings, Deen tried to shove her hand into Erind’s shorts.

Erind reacted quickly, elbowing back hard and hitting Deen’s ribs. The sharp pain shocked some sense into Deen. She coughed as she fell on the bed from the force. She wanted to cry out from the pain, just as Erind curled up on top of her, convulsing.

“Deen… Deen…” Erind moaned.

Is she climaxing? Deen was about to wrap her arms around Erind, the pain from her injury gone, but managed to stop herself. She had already tried touching Erind. Was Erind not going to talk to her after this?  

“Hug me, Deen…” Erind whimpered.

Deen quickly obliged. She wrapped her arms around Erind’s small, trembling body. She felt Erind’s heartbeat through her back. She found the rugged breathing arousing. Erind’ shivers. Her flushed skin. Erind really wasn’t faking it.

But Deen couldn’t help but wonder if she was in Erind’s mind. Or was Erind thinking of someone else? Deen recalled Mrs. Hartwell’s story about Erind’s boyfriends and felt pangs of jealousy. This was irrational and petty, she admitted. That was a long time ago. Erind was hers now.

Erind became motionless. They were both silent for several seconds, only their heartbeats drumming almost in sync. Erind let out a long sigh and rolled off of Deen and asked her. “Are you wondering if I climaxed?”

“No… Erm, I mean, yes.” Deen wanted confirmation. She also didn’t Erind trying to guess what other stuff she thought about. Erind might guess her stupid retroactive jealousy.

“I was thinking of you. Who else will I think about?

“Re-really?” Deen’s heart almost jumped out of her mouth.

Erind giggled. Her cheeks were still red. “Does that make you happy? You’re wearing a goofy expression.”

“No, I don’t,” Deen muttered.

“Anyway, time to sleep. That’s enough excitement for tonight.”

“Yeah…” For tonight

. Deen’s ears wiggled hearing that. It implied there was more to come on other nights. She was also relieved Erind didn’t get angry that she tried to touch her between her legs.

They settled on the bed, with Erind on the right side, near the window, and Deen on the left, by the door. Erind didn’t put a wall of pillows between them, as she earlier threatened to do. Erind slept on her side, facing the window, away from Deen. She immediately went to sleep, from what Deen could tell.

Try as she might, Deen couldn’t sleep. She was still hot and bothered. She wanted more.

Don’t, don’t, don’t, she chanted in her head.

They were sleeping in bed together. To dissuade herself, Deen constructed a wall of pillows between them. She faced the other way, looking at the door, so she wouldn’t get tempted. She had a huge smile on her face.

Her life wasn’t really great despite the wealth, privileges, and whatnot. Though she was provided with everything she needed and wanted, including a secure and bright future, her parents and sister were almost invisible in her life. To be more accurate, she was almost invisible to them. She conceded this wasn’t a sob story. She was quite privileged and in a far better situation than the vast majority of people on the planet.

She was blessed in the physical department as well as with brains. She was the envy of everyone, and she knew she was destined for great things.

But she was very lonely. Meeting Erind was the best thing that ever happened to her.

No…

Erind becoming her best friend was even better. And this thing they have going on was the best. There were more to come if she played her cards right.

“Erind, you’re really asleep, right?” Deen asked in a louder voice, half hoping she’d wake up her best friend. She looked to check.

Only Erind’s soft breathing answered. Her shoulders lightly heaved with each breath.

Deen stared at the ceiling. What if she did things to Erind while she was asleep? Of course, Deen wouldn’t push through with that. Erind would be livid waking up to getting molested. Best to keep those thoughts inside.

Deen fantasized about the things she’d do to Erind as she started playing with herself. Very shameful—or shameless, rather—doing this next to her sleeping best friend. But Deen couldn’t sleep. This was the easy way to knock herself out.

She came three times. With her moans are thrashings, Erind must’ve been awakened at some point but decided to pretend to be asleep. Deen appreciated that.

Tired and sweaty, Deen finally slept.