"Huff, huff, huff…"
I sit on Emmie's leg and like her, work to regain my breath. My lower abdomen also calms down, and the production of the fluid down below slows down. Since I'm naked, my colorless fluid is painting the thigh I'm sitting on.
Emmie's chest moves up and down. Her breasts shake with her movements, swaying with rosy buds serving as flags above.
Emmie raises herself onto her elbows, and holds her breast which has my saliva all over it. She pinches it at the middle point and makes the traces of my teeth around the top and her areola more obvious.
"You really bite hard!"
I roll my eyes.
"As if you went easy on me!"
I scoff and look down. My breasts were still red from the tortures they have been put through. Emmie follows my gaze then averts her eyes:
"You are the one who started it. I just got curious about your new sensitivity."
We fall silent. The atmosphere, once calm, makes something more obvious. There is the liquid which is cooling down below me on the fleshy legs, the shadow of the sensations that had passed through the nerves of my breasts. Then there are the breasts with hard teats swaying before me, the wetness against my knee that is touching the panties Emmie is wearing.
I'm the only one getting conscious of the atmosphere. It turns warm, ambiguous. There is no tension, but more like something unspoken budding under the surface.
Silence turns to quiet, coolness shifts toward warmth. My inside twitches down below, and I can see Emmie's nipples, instead of losing their erect status, becomes even harder, like they are being fed a new wave of energy. Against my knee, the wet panties don't become cold. Instead, the warmth there grows, like new liquid is leaking out from the depth hidden behind to keep the temperature constant.
I exhale.
*Pa*
"Ha!"
I slap the round breast that has been spared by me during the scuffle and stand up while it is shaking.
"Hey! What was that for?"
With that, the atmosphere stops its metamorphosis. I don't care about Emmie and I walk out of the room, naked, to return to the bathroom I left only a few minutes ago.
That rogue girl! Because of her I have to take a bath again.
I close the door and turn on the shower, but I hear it open again. Emmie comes in and she shows a sheepish smile. Yeah, despite the excuse she gave before, even she knew that she was the one who started everything.
She is only wearing her soiled panties. Her chest sways as she bends down to take the last piece of clothing off, and that makes her teats more obvious. They are still hard. I raise my gaze to her smiling and her teasing eyes.
She throws the panties into the laundry basket at the side and runs over to squeeze me to the side to share the water falling down from above.
I shake my head to clear my mind and not feel frustrated by the surplus of energy my friend has. I put the towel on my head to the side, and pass my hand over my skin to clean off the traces of what happened.
Our skins touch, and it is warm. I pass my hand over my chest, especially where Emmie has left her saliva.
"Come, Max, let me help you."
I open my eyes to see Emmie looking at me, then turn her attention to my crotch. I feel tired of her, so…
*Pa*
"Ha~!"
I slap her ass, hard. My hand leaves a reddish print as waves ripple through the soft body part.
Emmie glares at me, but I look at her with my eyebrows raised. The sound she just made was not only like she felt pain. Now that I think back, when I slapped her breast, the sound she made…
"You… are a masochist?"
She glares at me with grievance in her moist eyes, then she takes me by surprise by attacking me.
"Hey, stop, we will slip down!"
But she behaves like she hasn't heard. She pushes me against the wall and I can't really fight back if I don't want to experience how slippery the floor is in the shower.
She forces herself onto me to.. wash me.
Yeah, just because she wants to rebel against me, she takes the violent path. She washes my chest, but I feel too helpless at her behavior to get excited. She passes her hands over me, and arrives at my crotch, the target she has been aiming for.
She pushes my legs apart and passes her hand over my lower lips. It slides back and forth with the lubrication I have yet to clean down there. I have to hold her smooth back to steady myself. It is like she is stoking the embers that have remained after the fire. But I came to clean myself, not to turn my skin all wrinkly from playing with water for too long, so…
*Pa!*
I send another wave through her fleshy ass, then for the coup de grâce, I go for the hole behind her to push my finger against it, or even inside. But I seem to have found a tighter hole, and the border blocks my middle finger after one phalange!
I didn't tell her fuck you. I literally fucked her! Without any lubricant other than the little bit that has slid there when she has soiled her panties.
Emmie freezes. I freeze too.
"Now let go of me."
Emmie takes back her hand from my crotch, and my finger slides out of her tightly defended hole. She steps back while hiding her butt, and her gaze is indescribable when she looks at me.
"I didn't know you were this kind of person."
I open my mouth, but no word comes out. I'm the one who made the mistake, even though it is her who started everything, again.
"Humph! Since you are keeping your virginity for me, I can let you have your way after you keep your words."
I open my mouth again, shocked. I never expected those were the words she would say after thinking for a moment. But still, they stir something that has been shifting in me. The thought of what was a joke before happening makes my lubricant factory get to work again, and my heart beats with an invasive heat.
I… don't want to think anymore. I step forward and wipe the grin off Emmie's face by pushing the finger that has visited her inside into her mouth. I want to shock her to make her stop bringing up anymore of her energetic ideas, but after a moment of surprise, she swallows my finger without aversion, and sensually licks it with a smile while looking at me.