A Single Bed: Part 5
"Aw, I'm enjoying myself with Nolan," Emma acknowledged, deliberating between two dresses. "But I'm not sure if I should take it further."
"You definitely should, girl," Zoya grinned, adjusting her bra.
The families were making their way into the city for a dinner at a high-end sushi eatery downtown. The guys had already departed, clad in slacks and button-down shirts, leaving the girls to get ready.
"But what does it signify?" Emma furrowed her brow, contemplating whether the little black dress was too much for a dinner with her parents. "We live on opposite sides of the world."
"That's the best part about a vacation romance! It doesn't need to mean anything. By the time you both go back home, you won't have to see him again."
"What if Liam invites him back next year?"
"Don't threaten me with happiness," Zoya chuckled. "You're overanalyzing it. Wear the green one."
"Overthinking Nolan or the dress?"
"Both!"
"Should I sleep with Nolan again today?"
"Girl, if you don't, I might! I have been so aroused all day."
"Even after Liam?" Emma raised an eyebrow quizzically as she slipped into the green dress.
"Oh, you saw us? I thought you were too distracted to notice."
"I saw you crash off the surfboard and then lock lips with him."
"We did more than that." Zoya bit her lip as she turned her back to let Emma zip her up. "I gave him a handjob and he returned the favor."
"In the ocean?" Emma giggled. "That's hot."
"It was, but then you both returned, and he's barely said a word since. I think he doesn't know how to behave around me."
"So, what's the game plan?"
"We go to dinner—you look stunning in that dress, by the way—and make sure these boys know how fortunate they are to have captured our attention. Then tonight, you do whatever feels right with Nolan."
"What about you and Liam?"
"We'll see." Zoya gave her a wink.
Hours later, Emma lay in bed, pondering. Zoya's encouragement notwithstanding, she still wasn't certain about pursuing anything more with Nolan. He'd been flirty and playful at the beach, but never confirmed anything about what happened last night. Zoya categorized his reserve as him allowing her to set the pace. Emma was struggling to grasp what she desired. The ambiguity was making it even harder to assess her own wants.
Dinner was sweltering with sexual tension. Zoya teased Liam as though her advances were flirtations with a new lover. He appeared intrigued, yet hesitant to respond near Nolan, irrespective of how much Zoya pushed her chest together to stress her cleavage. Emma observed Nolan checking her out constantly, but he didn't make a move. He seemed certain that if she desired more, she would signal it. In spite of her doubts, the prospect of doing more had her tightening her thighs.
When they got ready for bed, Zoya lent her a satin nightgown, "just in case," which was far more seductive than her usual nightwear. She matched it with a straightforward set of black panties, feeling self-conscious about the length of the piece until she burrowed under the sheets.
Nolan retired to bed in his boxers but without a shirt, just as he had the previous night. Liam, much to Zoya's annoyance, appeared indifferent. After donning an old t-shirt, he slid under his comforter and fell asleep almost instantly. She could hear him softly snoring.
When the familiar rustling sounds began from Nolan's side of the bed, Zoya signaled to Emma.
"Go!" She mouthed, her eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Emma bit her lip and raised an eyebrow queryingly, as if asking, "C'mon!"
Zoya made as if to remove her covers and generating a sense of urgency, Emma rapidly nodded, a grin playing on her lips as Zoya gave her a thumbs-up.
She slid out of the nest of sheets and approached Nolan's side. He had already tossed his sheet away. He had one hand in his boxers and caressing his erect cock. Their eyes met, instantly heating the air around them.
She crept out from under her covers and approached his side. He enveloped his arm around her and drew her effortlessly into a kiss. She rubbed against him, slipping a leg over his, and touching his chest. The growing intensity of the kiss paralleled the growing thunderstorm inside her core.
She separated her lips from his, simply so she could better observe his arousal. He wore no shirt, and his boxers were still in his way.
"You're so captivating," he breathed into her ear, a shiver coursing through her body.
"As are you," she muttered, caressing his abdomen as she tugged his boxers off his legs. He manufactured room for her to eliminate his boxers, allowing her to kick them away. He held his member, firmly angled, so she could examine it better. [
She writhed as he gripped her buttocks, raising his thigh a little more to put weight between her legs. With enthusiasm, she took hold of his manhood above his thighs, squeezing him. He breathed out, muffling a moan as she squeezed him.
They rhythmically moved in unison, him forcing his length into her grip, and her grinding against him. She adored the way he reacted to her touch. When she noticed him tugging up the hem of her nightgown, she felt a shiver of delight. A split second later, his hand crept into her underwear to touch her bum directly. His fingers pressed into her flesh, and she hid her face in his shoulder, attempting to remain silent.
She questioned whether he understood that Zoya was observing.
Gazing downward, she spotted a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock. Without hesitation, she shifted to kneel beside him. His gaze was lustful as she lowered her head and lapped up the droplet. Gradually, she engulfed him. He bit his lips and squeezed her buttocks harder. She snaked her tongue around him and wriggled with a sudden dampness soaking her pants.
She closed her eyes and tried to take him in deeper. He panted veraciously, his erection throbbing in her palm and swelling in her mouth. She stroked his shaft as she bounced her head, permitting him to slip just a little further each time. He rewarded her with another blob of pre-cum on her tongue, rewarding her with a taste of what was to follow. She desired to make him ejaculate, to feel his cock spasming, and to know that she triggered it for him.
He grunted and shifted his posture, thrusting his hand further down her underwear. She bit her tongue as he discovered her moist lips, stroking a finger within them. This temporarily disrupted her rhythm. She had to step back, gasping as he thrust easily inside.
She scanned up at him, her lips parted. Somehow, she hadn't foreseen him touching her as he did. He laughed and began playing with his finger again. As his fingertip stimulated her, she undulated, pleading for him to enter her. She bent her lips around his head again, licking him. He hovered his fingers between her tender lips.
She hesitated momentarily before bringing his finger into her hand. =cCsShe pulled his wrist, signaling that she desired more. He assented, sliding his finger into her slit. She paused, then resumed bobbing her head on his shaft, leveraging his thumb deep using her other hand. He gave a strangled moan, thrusting once more. On the other side, she ventured lower, curling a finger around his scrotum. This had a profound impact on him.
He grunted and changed position, thrusting his fingers into her vagina. They were distinctly rigid and thrusting, targeted for a special place. Disorientedly, she was compelled to reciprocate the action. Hurriedly, she bobbed her head, wrapping her lips around his head. He made a strange sound, and impulsively, she took his entire length, nestling it against her throat. She hesitated, then allowed him to slide his thumb within her pussy.
Her insides clenched, causing him to grunt. He withdrew his fingers quickly, moving her to straddle him. She moaned, around his probe, as he eagerly started licking it. Her tongue danced alongside his glans. He reacted in type, licking her lips desirously, back and forth, swirling alternate circles. Her body shivered in pleasure. She tasted his juice, his heady tastes filling her mouth.
While her lips encircled his head, he attempted to slide his fingers between her labia several times, till they became hot and flushed with ardor. She momentarily halted, but quickly resumed her voracious titillation. In his hand, she felt her body squeezing, throbbing powerfully, before she climbed on top of his face.
She deliberated on moaning, delayed, finally surrendering as he disposed his fingers. Was he intending to screw her? She questioned herself. Was she desirous of him mounting her? She looked into his eyes. He satisfied her request instantly, pulling her leg up. She moaned as he inserted a finger into her clitoris. She could barely contain herself.
With her leg on his chest, she could feel his hunger. Diving in unison, they writhed together as they simultaneously reached satisfaction. They breathed heavily, panting in unison, bodily unified by their intense climax. Their spasms perfectly synced.
When she released his cock, she climbed off, kneeling beside him. She dabbed her chin, rubbing her up her neck, ensuring his essence was all gone. He regarded her with bewilderment, as if asking how he could ever imagine her employing those techniques. She shared his astonishment. Neither of them uttered a word. By shifting onto her side, she snuggled up against him.
Zoya's eyes sparkled with anticipation as her friend swiftly drew her into a passionate embrace, sharing a deeply intimate kiss. Emma felt herself dissolve with delight as Zoya's tongue playfully tried to acquire a taste of Nolan's essence. After having her fill, Zoya whispered softly into her ear:
"Dear God, you both were incredible. I climaxed twice!"
Giggling, the girls snuggled up on their pillows and exchanged amused glances. Perhaps Zoya had a point about not getting too bogged down in contemplation.
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