Emma adjusted her glasses, pushing them up the bridge of her nose as she hunched over her laptop in the corner of the cozy coffee shop. Her dark hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and she wore a faded Star Wars t-shirt that clung slightly to her curves from the shop’s humid air. She was deep into editing a fanfic about interstellar lovers when she felt eyes on her.
Glancing up, she caught sight of the girl at the next table, a brunette with round glasses perched on her nose, and a graphic novel open in front of her. Emma was trying to get the book’s title when their gazes locked. Emma’s heart skipped. The other girl smiled shyly, her lips curving in a way that made Emma’s stomach flutter.
But it wasn’t just shy; there was a hungry edge to it, like she was already imagining peeling off Emma’s clothes layer by layer.
For what felt like an eternity, they just stared, the hum of the coffee grinder and chatter fading into the background. Riley’s fingers toyed with the edge of her book, but her eyes roamed down to Emma’s chest, where her nipples hardened under the thin fabric. Emma shifted in her seat, feeling her pussy lips swell and rub together with the movement. She crossed her legs, but that only pressed her thighs against her growing wetness. It had been months since her boyfriend, Jay, had cheated on her before she threw him out. For some reason, she squirmed at the thought of a stranger’s lips touching hers.
Finally, the other girl stood, grabbed her mug, and walked over, her hips swaying just enough to draw Emma’s gaze to her ass.
‘Mind if I join? I’m Riley. That table’s too crowded for deep space thoughts,’ she said, nodding at Emma’s screen, but her voice carried a low, teasing lilt that made Emma’s clit throb.
Emma laughed nervously, her voice breathy.
‘Sure, I’m Emma. Big into sci-fi smut, apparently.’ She joked.
They talked for hours about favorite comics, obscure anime, and the thrill of forbidden romances in stories. Riley leaned in close, her knee brushing Emma’s under the table, sending sparks up her leg.
As the shop emptied, Riley pulled out her phone. ‘We should swap numbers. Maybe grab coffee again? Or… something more interesting.’
Emma’s pulse raced as she typed in the digits, their fingers brushing, lingering a second too long. Riley’s touch was electric, making Emma’s pussy clench in anticipation.
The first week was pure torture, delicious and slow, every message building the ache between their legs. Texts started innocently: Riley sending memes about geeky crushes, Emma replying with excerpts from her latest story.
But by day three, the tone shifted hard.
‘Woke up thinking about that stare you gave me,’ Riley messaged one night, attaching a photo of her hand inside her panties, fingers just visible pressing against her pussy.
‘Made me so fucking wet just remembering your eyes on my tits.’ Emma’s breath hitched as she lay in bed, her hand slipping under her panties to circle her clit slowly.
‘Yeah? I touched myself, imagining your tongue on my pussy, lapping up my juices.’ They exchanged more photos, Riley pulling her panties aside to show her slick, pink folds glistening, Emma spreading her legs wide to reveal her swollen clit peeking from its hood, begging for attention.
By the end of the week, the texts turned into voice notes. Riley’s voice came through, low and husky. “I’d pin you down, Emma. Press my thigh between your legs, grind you hard until your jeans are soaked.”
Emma’s breath hitched, a moan slipping out. “Fuck, Riley, I want that. Now.”
Riley’s voice deepened, urgent. “Show me. Tell me what you’re doing.”
Emma whispered, “My fingers sliding inside me… pulling out coated with my wetness. Can you hear it?”
“Good,” Riley growled. “Keep going. Let me hear those sounds, your moans, your breath.”
Emma’s voice trembled. “I’m so close. My pussy’s dripping and aching.”
“Not yet. Edge it,” Riley commanded. “Stop just before you come. Hold it… feel that burning need.”
“God, I’m throbbing, desperate,” Emma gasped. “All for you. Untouched, raw.”
Riley’s voice softened but was firm. “We’ll make this last. Nothing but our own touch, our own frustration.”
Week two ramped up the heat to a boiling point. They met for coffee again, but this time, under the table, Riley’s foot nudged Emma’s calf, sliding up her leg slowly, deliberately. Emma squirmed, her pussy aching as Riley’s toes pressed against her inner thigh, inching toward the heat radiating from her core. The fabric of her jeans grew damp, and Riley smirked, whispering, ‘You’re soaked already, aren’t you? I can smell how much you want my mouth on that dripping cunt.’
Emma nodded, whispering back, ‘Only for you. My clit is so hard it hurts.’ Riley’s foot pressed firmer, rubbing the seam of Emma’s jeans right over her slit, making her hips buck subtly. They barely finished their drinks before fleeing to the bathroom, locking the door.
Inside the cramped space, Riley shoved Emma against the sink and kissed her. She pressed her body against Emma, feeling her tits with her body. She wanted her from the moment they laid eyes on each other. Riley brought her hand to Emma’s crotch, feeling up her moist pussy through the jeans.
‘Look at you, such a needy slut,’ Riley growled, dropping to her knees, while at the same time unzipping Emma’s jeans.
She spread Emma’s legs wider, staring at the puffy lips, but instead of diving in, she just breathed hot air over the sensitive skin. Emma whimpered, her hands gripping the counter. Riley’s fingers traced the outer edges, feather-light, circling the entrance without entering, collecting the slickness on her tips before sucking them clean.
‘Taste so fucking good, but I’m not giving you what you want yet.’ She flicked her tongue out once, just grazing the very tip of Emma’s clit, then pulled back, watching the bud pulse desperately.
Emma’s knees buckled, but Riley held her up, blowing cool air now to contrast the heat, making Emma’s pussy quiver and drip more.
‘Beg for it,’ Riley demanded, sliding one finger along the slit, pressing just enough to part the lips but not penetrate.
‘Please, Riley, lick my pussy, suck my clit,’ Emma gasped, her voice echoing off the tiles. Riley chuckled, standing to kiss her hard, shoving her soaked finger into Emma’s mouth.
‘Not here. Save it for later.’ They left the bathroom flushed and frustrated, pussies aching for release that wouldn’t come.
That night, video calls became their filthy ritual. Riley stripped slowly on screen, spreading her legs to show her shaved pussy, fingers circling her clit without dipping in, her hole clenching visibly around nothing.
‘Tell me what you’d do to this wet hole,’ she demanded, zooming in so Emma could see every glistening detail. Emma mirrored her, legs wide on her bed, rubbing her swollen lips in slow circles.
‘I’d lick you slow, tease your entrance with my tongue until you beg me to fuck you with it.’ They watched each other, breaths ragged, hips grinding against hands that denied full pleasure.
Riley pinched her own nipples hard, twisting them until they were red, while Emma slapped her inner thighs lightly, making her pussy lips jiggle and redden. They came close to climax multiple times, Riley’s fingers hovering at her opening, Emma’s thumb brushing her clit, but always stopped, leaving their cunts swollen and desperate.
Week three brought even dirtier games. They met at a late-night comic shop, browsing shelves while whispering promises. Riley cornered Emma behind a display of graphic novels, her hand slipping under Emma’s shirt to pinch her nipples roughly.
‘These are mine now,‘ she murmured, twisting until Emma bit her lip to stifle a moan.
In the dim light, Riley dropped her hand lower, cupping Emma’s pussy through her pants and grinding her palm against it.
‘Feel how full you are? All that cream just waiting to be slurped up.’ Emma ground back, but Riley pulled away, leaving her humping air.
By the end of the week, after a comic con date buzzing with panels on erotic fan art, they crashed at Emma’s apartment. The door had barely closed when Riley pushed Emma against the wall, their mouths crashing together in a hungry kiss. Tongues tangled fiercely, Riley’s hands roaming all over her body, palms cupping Emma’s breasts through her shirt, thumbs flicking nipples to hard peaks while she bit Emma’s lower lip.
Emma moaned, grinding her hips forward, her pussy soaking through her panties. Riley yanked down Emma’s jeans and panties in one rough motion, exposing her dripping cunt to the cool air.
‘Look at this pretty, sloppy pussy,’ she murmured, breath hot against the damp curls. She leaned in but didn’t touch, just hovered inches away, letting her exhales tease the sensitive skin, watching fresh arousal bead at Emma’s entrance.
Emma whimpered, thighs trembling as she tried to push forward.
‘Please, Riley…’ Riley grinned wickedly, tracing a single finger along the outer lips, feather-light, avoiding the clit that throbbed visibly.
‘Not yet. I want you dripping like a faucet.’ She blew cool air over the slickness, then hot breath, alternating until Emma’s hips bucked wildly. Minutes stretched into agony as Riley’s tongue flicked out with just the tip grazing the very edge of Emma’s folds, lapping up a single drop of juice before pulling back.
Emma’s hands fisted in Riley’s hair, urging her closer, but Riley held firm, dipping only the barest hint of tongue inside the tight hole before retreating, leaving it clenching hungrily. Juices trailed down Emma’s thighs in rivulets, her pussy lips swollen and parted, begging to be filled.
Riley stood, stripping off her own clothes to reveal her naked body—freckles trailing down to her trimmed bush, pussy already glistening with need. She pushed Emma onto the couch, straddling her face without sitting down.
‘Lick my thighs first, slut,’ she ordered, lowering just enough for Emma’s tongue to reach the soft skin. Emma obeyed, sucking and nibbling the inner thighs, tasting the salt of Riley’s sweat mixed with her arousal. Riley rocked slightly, letting her pussy lips brush Emma’s nose, smearing wetness there, but pulling up before Emma could taste her core.
‘Smell how wet you make me? But no sucking yet.’ Emma’s tongue darted out, catching only the barest hint of Riley’s folds, making Riley groan and grind harder against the air.
They moved to the bed, clothes shed in a frenzy of grabbing hands and bitten skin. Riley lay back, pulling Emma on top in a sixty-nine position, their pussies hovering over eager mouths.
‘Tease me back, make me beg,‘ she gasped, spreading her own legs wider.
Emma dove in. She lapped at Riley’s inner thighs, sucking the soft skin there until it bruised lightly, then ghosted her lips over the puffy labia, inhaling the musky scent. Riley’s hips lifted desperately, seeking contact, but Emma pulled away, mirroring the torment. Her fingers spread Riley’s pussy open wide, exposing the glistening pink inside and the tiny hole winking at her, but she only let her breath fan over it, watching the entrance quiver and leak more cream.
‘Fuck, you’re so wet, your cunt is drooling for my tongue,’ Emma said, sliding one finger along the slit from clit to ass, coating it thoroughly without pushing in. She circled Riley’s asshole teasingly, pressing just the tip before retreating, making Riley shudder and curse.
Riley retaliated, her hands gripping Emma’s ass cheeks and spreading them apart. She stared at Emma’s puckered hole and dripping pussy, then licked a stripe up the crack, avoiding the main slit. Her tongue probed Emma’s ass lightly, rimming the tight ring while her fingers danced along the perineum, never quite reaching the pussy that wept for attention.
‘Your holes are both begging, but I’m making you wait.’ Emma’s moans filled the room, muffled as she buried her face in Riley’s thighs, nipping and sucking everywhere but the center. They tormented each other like this for what felt like hours, fingers tracing, breaths teasing, tongues flicking edges, until their bodies were slick with sweat and pussy juices smeared across faces and thighs.
Finally, Riley broke first, her control shattering.
‘Fuck this, eat my pussy now,’ she snarled, grabbing Emma’s ass and yanking her down hard. Emma’s mouth plunged into Riley’s cunt, tongue thrusting deep into the hot, velvety walls, fucking in and out while her lips sucked the clit above.
Riley’s flavor exploded on her tongue, tangy and thick, as she lapped greedily, swallowing the flood. Riley cried out, her own tongue buried in Emma’s folds, spearing inside the clenching channel and curling to hit every ridge. She sucked Emma’s clit between her lips, nibbling gently then hard, fingers joining to pump two digits into the soaked hole, curling against the front wall. Emma bucked, her pussy gushing around the intrusion, while she added her own fingers to Riley’s ass, sliding one in knuckle-deep to match the rhythm.
They fucked each other’s faces and holes relentlessly, tongues swirling, fingers scissoring, clits ground against noses. The bed soaked with their combined wetness, sloshing sounds mixing with wet smacks and guttural moans.
Emma’s voice softened, heavy with pleasure. “Riley… I’m falling apart. Your tongue, your fingers, it’s everything.”
Riley’s breath was steady, warm. “Feel every touch, Emma. Let yourself go.”
Emma’s words came slowly, breathless. “My body’s tightening around you… soaking you in all the right places.”
Riley’s voice dipped, gentle and sure. “I’m right here with you, feeling you clinging, grinding, lost in this moment.”
Emma came first, her pussy contracting in violent spasms around Riley’s tongue and fingers, squirting a hot gush that Riley swallowed eagerly. Riley followed seconds later, her walls milking Emma’s tongue as she ground her clit hard, cum coating Emma’s chin in sticky waves.
But the teasing didn’t end there. In the afterglow, their fingers danced lightly over spent cunts, stirring lazy sparks, circling clits softly, dipping just the tip into entrances to keep the ache alive, until they fell asleep tangled.
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