Emmie is kneeling on the bed, her hands on either side of me as she towers over me. One of her legs is between my legs, pressed against my crotch, with only a corner of my disheveled towel the last guard.
"I knew it! You are growing bigger but you are making fun of me! I have noticed since the first day after the vacation! You are going beyond fist sized now!"
The exclamation snaps me out of my surprise, but Emmie shocks me by latching onto the protrusions on my chest. She fondles and squeezes, then pinches my nipples.
"ANH ~!!! Emmie!!!
I'm shocked, but she feels amazed by my reaction instead.
"Woah! You are so sensitive!"
It is not a first for us to tease each other. That is something impossible to avoid with aml the time we have bathed together. It is no wonder she remarks on my new heightened sensitivity. It is like a car that suddenly turned into a sports car after months apart.
But her surprise is not an excuse for her to manhandle me! Does she take me for a musical instrument?
Instead of stopping, she becomes fascinated.
"Emmie, stop~!"
Maybe it is the exhaustion from Tyne's class, but I feel weaker than I should have had. And like a curious cat, Emmie takes pleasure in weakening me further, like she is testing my new degree of sensitivity.
What Tyne only dreamt about, Emmie has me moaning because of it. I twist my legs, but I can't push her away, even as I start wetting the part of the towel between my pussy and the leg pressing against me.
I can feel my clit as it hardens, and the heat wafting off my skin. In comparison, Emmie's hands are slightly cold. Their movements transition from outright assault to a more purposeful massage. My eyes moisten, and I barely see as she leans down.
It is when a wet warmth wraps around one of my nipples and I feel a slimy existence caress the tip that my brain processes the movement I have noticed.
"Ah~"
My exhale, it is embarrassing, but it is full of sensuality. After my body, my mind also gives up on resisting. The hand I have wanted to push my assaulter with touches a round elastic ball, and remains there instead.
I muddle-headedly recognize the source of all this situation, the breast I have teased Emmie about. I hold onto it like a lifeline, but also as somewhere I can counterattack from. I hold it, and I fondle it. All that softness, that elasticity, that fullness.
That feeling that has stirred up in me more than once ever since meeting Emmie again this year comes back and makes my heart pound. Unconsciously, my other hand goes to the back of her head of red hair to keep her where she was licking, sucking, biting.
I bite my lip softly, not enough to cause pain, but enough to stop myself from crying out loud.
*Pop!*
Emmie raises her head and lets go of my nipple with a sound that seems to mark the reluctance of the separation. I close my eyes because I tremble from a small orgasm, and the flood below spreads further.
"Max, you cummed!"
I keep my eyes closed. I'm too embarrassed to see Emmie's face, much less say anything. I can feel the amusement in her voice, and that is mortifying. My pussy leaked so much because of her that it feels like years ago when I used to wet my bed.
Emmie moves, and I feel her shadow leave me. It is then that I open my eyes to look at the ceiling. I feel devoid of energy, but also unsatisfied. My fluids are sliding down to my smaller, more exclusive hole between my ass cheeks. The sensation teases me, and makes me unable to get it out of my head. But I can't remain exposed on the bed like that so I search for the corner of the towel.
The plan is to pull it and cover myself before I run back to the bathroom to clean myself. But I suddenly feel cold below, then I feel a breath against my wet body part.
I jump up and pull back. I look down to find a mischievous Emmie smiling at me from where my crotch has been.
"You! What are you doing?"
"I'm seeing how sensitive you have become."
I furrow my brows, and glare at the red haired. She seems to be taking me for a pushover. I narrow my eyes. Suddenly, I stand up. I don't care about my towel anymore. I leave it behind and I push the cocky girl down.
"Hahahaha…"
Her laughter grates me. I straddle her and push her blouse up. Her bra follows, and I free a chest more than a little bigger than mine. The balls on top are round when pushed against their owner by the gravity. That makes it impossible to determine their true shape, but that is not what I care about right now.
I hold onto them, and start fondling them. I return all she did to me, squeezing, twisting, pinching. At first she laughs even though she blushes, then she cannot anymore, not when her nipples harden and I take them hostage.
"Mm~!!"
I smile in triumph, and I set out like an unbridled horse after revenge. Emmie starts writhing, and I latch onto her rosy mountaintop with my mouth. I bite, I suck, I suckle.
Emmie starts slower than me, but soon it gets intense for her, and all her energy is used for screaming out moans. I smile in triumph despite my busy mouth. But I forgot my own breasts dangling with my posture and my movements, and they attract the attention of the enemy who counterattacks.
She catches them, and twists my nipples in a surprising attack. In return, I instinctively react by biting onto the fleshy knob in my mouth.
"Mm~!!!"
"Mm~!!!"
The war ends in mutual destruction. Emmie wets her panties while I wet her leg by leaking from above it. It is just the two of us, but the room feels as warm as a full amphitheater, one with a bad AC.