A First Time for Everything

This Chapter picks up about where the last one left off. Kerri and Laura are still, well... you'll see.

Kerri lay back against the pillows this time. Her ample chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, anticipating the new feelings that she knew were imminent. The sheets had already been twisted beneath her, and she was already flushed from her previous exertion.

Laura knelt between Kerri's parted legs. The black harness fit snug around her hips, the longer straps trailing from being tightened down on her smaller frame. The silicone shaft jutted obscenely forward from her hips and the way it shifted with every minute movement fascinated Laura. It sent a sense of power through her, unexpected, that she didn't know she possessed. She felt dangerously excited, strangely in charge.

"You're staring," Kerri said softly, but her voice held no power over her. It simply snapped her out of her moment of pause.

"You're beautiful," Laura replied. Her gaze travelled the length of Kerri's body. She reached out and felt the warm flush spreading down her throat, the peaking hardness of her nipples, the slick arousal coating her inner thighs. All these, her hands glided over before she prepared to take her place inside her friend. "I want to remember this. Every detail."

Kerri reached up with her fingers, tracing the edge of Laura's face, then down to her collarbones, and over her smaller breasts to her sides. She tried to pull Laura into her.

Laura resisted. She wrapped her fingers around the smooth dick, and stroked it with deliberately teasing movements. She looked over Kerri's pussy as she imagined the rubber was really a part of her.

"God," Kerri, nervously shifting slightly off the mattress, ready to begin. "The way you're looking at it..."

"Like I want to ruin you with it?" Laura finished, voice unfamiliarly deep and bold.

"Yes," Kerri breathed as though she was already feeling the coming pleasure. "Exactly like that."

Laura prepared her position, placing one hand braced beside Kerri's shoulder as the other guided the dildo to Kerri's entrance. She saw and felt how warm and ready she was. The first one of many thrusts was slow, careful, pressing harder and harder into Kerri's folds until the tightness gave way and the head slipped in. Kerri reacted to the pop, her head falling back against the pillows while her hands gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white.

"Look at me," Laura softly commanded during the pause where she was barely inside. "Stay with me, Kerri."

Her eyes fluttered open and, slightly unfocused, looked for Laura's face. Laura sank deeper as she pushed inch by torturous inch into the tight hole, watching every little expression. She watched the furrow of Kerri's brow, the way her mouth opened wider; she could even see the beating of her pulse in her throat. Before either of them realized it, the harness was flush against both girls, fully seated, buried to the hilt.

"Fuck," Kerri moaned. Her legs wrapped around Laura's waist. Her heel dug into the back of her thighs, holding her in place. "God, Laura... you're everywhere, I can feel you in every part of me."

With a slight chuckle, Laura tried to begin to move. She was awkward at first as she experimented with the new motion. Until she began rolling thrusts with a cadence that dragged the shaft against Kerri's front wall. A cadence called by whimpers on the withdrawal, and sharp cries on the drive inward. The harness itself pressed on and off against Laura's clit, feeding back her own pleasure that made her breath come ragged. Her arousal spiked with every sound Kerri made.

"Harder," Kerri demanded. Her hands moved to her own breasts, squeezing out the soft flesh between her fingers. She pinched her nipples and pulled roughly as her back arched against the angle. "Please, I need more.. I need you to fuck me as I did."

The words spurred Laura on with a jolt of electricity through her spine. She was happy to oblige as she gripped Kerri's hips and changed the angle so that each thrust hit that perfect spot inside her. Sounds of skin versus skin filled the room with Kerri's keening cries and Laura's guttural grunts of effort.

"Is this what you wanted?" Laura panted. She flipped her hair out of where it had fallen to curtain their faces. "To be filled up? To be fucked?"

"Yes!" Kerri literally cried, tears coming from her eyes. Her nails raked down Laura's back with little red lines that burned delightfully. "Yes, yes, don't stop, please don't stop..."

Laura had no plans to. She found a pace for the brutal pounding of her hips. She could hear the sensation of the slap of the harness against Kerri's skin. She watched as Kerri's composure was lost in the power of it. Laura felt intoxicated by the power, the need and the ability to inflict raw, unfiltered desire.

"Close," Kerri's eyes rolled back as her body tensed through the tremors. "Laura, I'm so close. I'm going to..."

"Cum for me," Laura growled with abandon now and drove for the edge with her. "Cum on my cock, Kerri. Feel it."

Kerri was wrecked. Crashing over her with violent force, her orgasm lifted her back off the bed. From her throat came a scream that devolved to breathless sobs. Her inner muscles clamped down on the invading shaft in rhythmic waves. Laura didn't even think about stopping. She just fucked her through it. Soon Kerri was writhing, oversensitive to the prolonged waves of pleasure.

"Please," Kerri called for mercy, trembling. "I can't...I need a second."

Laura finally slowed to gentler movements, but didn't pull out. She peppered Kerri with soft kisses along her jaw, throat, and shoulders. Her own arousal was still throbbing where the base of the harness had been grinding against her with every thrust. Laura was ready for her own release.

"That was incredible," Laura stretched her back like a feline, smooth and fluid.

Kerri's eyes half opened, sated but starting to spark again. She could feel the tension in Laura's muscles from the need she still felt. "You didn't cum," she observed.

"Watching you was enough," Laura lied. Watching Kerri's orgasm had been transcendent, but her body was still screaming for something more.

Kerri's wicked smile returned as she rolled her hips, trying to make them both feel the friction. "I don't think so," she said. "I think you need to fuck me until you cum. I think you need this."

With those words, a fresh arousal passed through Laura. Kerri pushed herself up to her elbows, hands, then forward until she was sitting in Laura's lap. She almost straddled the girl; the shaft was buried impossibly deep within her. With their faces inches apart, she wrapped her arms around the girl's neck. With her breasts pressed and rubbing against Laura's chest, she began to roll her hips in tight, grinding circles.

"Oh, I like this," Kerri found the spot. "Feel how deep you are? Feel that on your pussy?"

"God, Kerri..." Laura's stomach clenched as her hands clenched Kerri's waist. The angle was different now. New walls pressed against, and the base ground relentlessly against Laura's clit.

Kerri searched for and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She set the pace, but Laura returned it with her tongue sliding together with Kerri's. The room was lost to the two girls sitting up in the midst of tussled sheets and strewn pillows, grinding their hips together. Between kisses, "That's it," Kerri encouraged, "Take what you need. Take it."

Laura snapped; she approached her climax and became more forceful. She gripped Kerri's hips hard enough to leave fingerprints in the pale skin. She met Kerri's downwards rolls with piercing upward drives that would later leave bruises on Kerri's thighs. The sounds of bodies echoing in the room. Her pleasure came rapidly and her stomach clenched again and again. "Now," Laura barely got out. "Kerri, I'm cuming, I'm...."

Cliche though it was, Laura's orgasm crashed over her like a stormwave. Her hips no longer pressed hard against the base as the waves passed over her. She cried Kerri's name and the other girl held her tight, arms and legs wrapped around her.

They collapsed together and the silicone slid from Kerri as they lay trembling. Long minutes passed. Laura finally stirred, reaching down to unbuckle the harness. She tossed it aside and collapsed back into Kerri's arms.

"Again?" Kerri asked after some time. She felt Laura stirring back to life and laughing.

"Give me ten minutes."

"Five," Kerri countered, feeling Laura still sensitive and wet.

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Kerri and Laura were now lounging around in their sleepwear that evening, sitting on still tussled sheets in their room. Since Laura had actually moved in, over just the last few weeks this had become home for her. Laura's past family experiences left much to be desired, but she had gotten that missing feeling from this family: Kerri and her mom and dad, Lacy and Ray.

But now her basis of truth has shifted. Since coming together as more than friends, the women had continually discovered each other and themselves. Their fingers had mapped every inch of each other's bodies. They left no fantasy unexplored.

That was the problem. Laura's heart beat against her ribs with nervousness as she thought of her new feelings towards Ray. Feelings that had been beneath the surface until brought forward during a moment of intense release.

She drew simple patterns on Kerri's soft skin. She felt the impending conversation like a lead weight sitting in her gut. "Kerri?" She began, light and hesitant.

Kerri knew the cause of the uneasiness she sensed; when they tried the strap-on for the first time earlier that day, a slight phrase had slipped out. Kerri propped up on one elbow, searching Laura's face while she wondered if she was ready to talk about what happened. "What's wrong, babe?" She asked, usually warm and gentle. "You've been awfully quiet since we... You know."

"It's the fantasy," Laura's words felt heavy to her in the quiet room. "That thing... I said about your dad."

After multiple orgasms, in the heat of the moment, Laura has uttered a small gasp of "Fuck me, Daddy." It slipped out just as Kerri was fucking her from behind.

An unexpected sound came from Kerri's throat. Laura blinked at the choked, entertained laugh. "My dad? Laura, babe, I can't blame you for what our brains come up with during sex." She tried to reassure her friend, "But what the hell?"

"I know!" Laura's voice cracked with desperation. "I know it's insane. I don't even know where it came from. I was first thinking about Oren, and then Shawn, and... he just popped into my head. And now, I can't get it out of there!"

Kerri stared, and slowly the humour drained from her face, replaced by a look of unsettled, profound confusion.

Laura panicked a little at that look. "I still love you. I was just starting to think about guys a while ago and maybe losing our... You know, actual virginities. Like that. And when I was in the moment, I just let go. I didn't think it would be a big deal, and now this happened. Please don't hate me?"

The words came tumbling from Laura with the despair of someone who feared hurting the ones they loved the most. Kerri wasn't angry, though. She wasn't hurt. She was just completely thrown. Quickly, she tried to tell Laura her feelings, but was interrupted.

"It's not like I even meant to. But now it's just... the thought of him. He's always so... calm and strong. His arms are around me when he hugs me, and he has those hands. When he looks at me, not like a kid, you know? Like a woman. And I guess... I guess it just became this whole thing in my head. I'm sorry."

"So what?" Kerri tested the brief pause in Laura's unneeded confession. "I mean, when we're having dinner, and you ask him to pass the ketchup... are you, like, thinking about..."

"Oh my god, no!" Laura started to cry, her face buried in her hands. After a few moments, she looked up. "Well, maybe. Now, sometimes. I don't know! It's a mess. And I feel so guilty every time I look at you."

Processing, Kerri leaned back as a tiny and almost imperceptible smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. "Wow," she breathed. "Okay. That's weird. It's definitely weird."

"I know," Laura mumbled into her palms.

"But," Kerri added, "Is it, like... hot weird?"

Laura looked up, "Huh... It's the hottest weird I've ever felt." Her eyes, when she looked up again, were wide and glistening.

A slow heat dawned through Kerri when Laura's words clicked into place. The truth was: her dad was a whole different kind of tempting, rather than just being hot. He had the powerful swimmer's shoulders of a man who spent hours cutting through the water of his pool. Downward, the smooth chest softened to just the hint of a belly. It was the kind of body for holding a woman close. But also the kind of in the next moment, pressing her into the mattress. And her mouth went dry as she thought of the way his board shorts clung to his hips, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Kerri's slow, wicked grin spread across her face again. "Okay," she said with a new light in her eyes. "Weirdly, I'm not mad. I'm almost intrigued. We are never going to look at him the same way again, are we?"

"No, I don't think..." She paused as she noticed the expression on Kerri's face. "Wait, what? You only get that look when you're about to suggest something that'll get us arrested."

"Well, maybe not arrested. Just... expanded." She waved her arm dismissively. "We've done it all. The Lighthouse, library, that fucking fire truck. But what if we add someoneelse? You mentioned Oren, or Shawn."

Laura went still, and her current expression melted away to be replaced by a look of intense focus. "Go on, tell me what you're thinking."

Kerri reached up with her fingers and gently traced the contours of her face, trying to distract the suspicious girl. "We know you have, but I've also been thinking about what it would be like with a guy."

"And...?" as Kerri leaned in to softly lick and kiss Laura's neck.

Between tiny touches, Kerri took a breath, "It's a fantasy I've had for a while, but I wasn't sure how you'd react."

Laura could only sigh at the attack on her sensitive throat, "You know you can tell me anything, Kerri. Oh! We've shared so much already." The reassurance had been interrupted by a quick bite that made Laura jump.

Kerri looked up, her gaze returning to Laura's, "Okay. Blow jobs."

Laura paused, surprised. She had gone down on her dozens of times, but Kerri had never said anything like this, like it was a new frontier. "You want me to...?"

"No, both of us," she clarified. "Not just licking, though. Taking it. Deep." She played with her fingers, staring at Laura while sliding two of them into her mouth. Her eyes sparkled and the girls burst into laughter at the same time. Although it was nervous laughter.

"But, no, really. I wonder what it would feel like to hit the back of my throat. Like how far I can go before I gag."

Catching a sideways glance from Laura, she paused. "Oh? And what exactly have you been thinking about, Laura?"

Laura's cheeks warmed, but her curiosity won out. "Fine then. Wondering what it would feel like to take a man's cock in my mouth, to taste him, and... and to swallow." Her voice was a conspiratorial whisper.

Each girl waited on the other to make the next move and Laura finally shifted, rolled over to the bedside and picked up the notebook. The same book from last summer. The very same notebook that held their list of places to have sex. Laura opened it to a new page and started writing words quickly. Like they would be less intimidating on paper.

Kerri watched, the scratching of the pen on paper the only sounds for the moment in the quiet room. Her mind ran through images from the porn videos they had watched together. Women on their knees, lips wrapped around hard cocks, eyes watering as they took it all in.

Laura sharply clicked her pen as she finished writing. She spun the notebook around to Kerri. In fresh, black ink, the title "The List: Volume Two." Below that, she read Laura's neat, precise script:

Blow JobsThreesome

Kerri read and responded, "Threesomes? Oh yeah. Well, it makes sense, I guess, if we are going to have a guy, there will be you, me, and him."

Any amount of fear or confusion Kerri felt evaporated to leave behind raw excitement and curiosity. "Okay," Kerri said, returning to her natural confidence. "So we have a list. What else? Oh, and we need to think about a... subject."

Laura's quick blush flowed across her chest again. "Well," she started as she gazed around the room. "There's Oren... he's always had that thing for both of us really."

"Maybe," Kerri mused. She absently tapped her teeth with her fingernail. "But that feels safe. Almost too easy. He doesn't match how big a deal this is... or should be." She looked back and forth between Laura and the List. "Besides, heh, you didn't moan 'Oren' when you were cuming your brains out this afternoon.

Laura's blush deepened as the conversation lapsed and she did think about who she did moan for, Kerri's dad. It was just a few days ago that he had moved Laura into their home. She remembered his muscles subtly flexing when he carried her books.

Kerri broke up her reverie when she timidly asked, "What about swallowing?" Kerri had been thinking about tasting someone. Did their essence mirror their own? How would it feel to slide down their throat? It was exciting and scary for her. Her nipples hardened though, pressing against the pillow at her chest, as she imagined the mental picture.

Laura picked up her pen over the page. "Swallowing," she repeated, then the pen moved to the paper and she wrote it down boldly across the page.

Laura's mind was racing now. She had been imagining Ray despite her best efforts to think of anyone else. Now she imagined it was his dick she was sucking. Taking it all... tasting it. Her mind circled around the idea, causing her pussy to clench and her wetness to slowly seep into her panties.

Kerri turned and pushed Laura onto her back, but didn't touch her this time, just hovered over her. "Does it scare you?"

"Yeah, a man," she whispered.

Kerri smirked, "Just one?"

Laura inhaled a deep breath as her heart beat with realization about herself. "I want to know. I want to know what it feels like to be completely filled; to have a man inside me while you're..." She hesitated, cheeks flaming at this point.

Kerri pulled Laura in for a deep, hungry kiss, her hands and fingers tangling through her hair. Laura had relaxed when they parted, "And what about you, Kerri? What do you want?"

"I want it all eventually." She brushed her hand down over Laura's throat. "I want to feel a man's hands on me while you are the one between my legs fucking me. I want to be the center of attention. But still I want to be in control whether it's my mouth or it's my pussy." She slid to Laura's ear and in a deep rasp, "And maybe... someday... I'd be willing to try anal."

"Kerri!" Laura was surprised at her friend and jerked back to look her in the eyes. They studied each other's faces for a moment until Kerri suddenly burst into laughter.

Laura laughed at first with her, but she reached over anyway and began writing:

Anal

"Would you want to have two guys, do... You know. Like that one video we saw?" Laura glanced at Kerri's computer screen, that the video had played across one night.

"One guy on either side of me? Each fucking me, filling me up? Maybe, I mean, if we are going to try things, let's go for it all at some point." Kerri sat thoughtfully, wondering how far was too far. "I mean, I'm not saying I want to run out and have a gang bang, but you know me, I wouldn't leave anything off the list." She put emphasis on the word 'anything,' completely self-aware of how much her confidence had gotten her in trouble in the past.