I turn off the lights, let darkness surround me. As I slip into bed, I feel the fuzzy covers rub against my skin and toes. My glasses come off, set aside on the bedside table. My eyes snap shut—ensuring that even in darkness no light can shine through. And I lie there in silence, feeling the cool breeze of the fan blowing over my face.
It’s then, as I hug myself tight between the sheets, curled between stuffed animals I'd be embarrassed to admit having… it's then that my thoughts drift to her. In my mind’s eye I can see the strands of fiery red hair drip down her shoulders, uncontained and flowing freely in the breeze. I can imagine that slick black leather jacket, hugging her back and her sides and the curve of her hips. Touches of her blue shirt poke through, and it rests loosely against her collarbone and the base of her neck. In places it traces the contours of her skin, yet rises up airily and shifts and moves all on its own.
My hands can hardly keep still as my thoughts wander around, thinking of… well, every possible angle of her. The bumps behind her ears, her round cheeks, the open shoulders on one of her blouses. I slip a hand up my shirt, feeling the soft, smooth skin of my belly as I brush by. Is that anything like what it would be like to feel her? I imagine her skin is like velvet—soft, light hairs it feels so good to run your cheeks against—and yet warm and inviting all at the same time. I imagine I’m reaching up under her shirt, or at least I try to.
And then my fingers bump into another layer of fabric, and I groan—I've forgotten to take off my bra. No matter. I turn on my side and reach around to my back, quickly unclasping the thing and slipping it off. I've become well-practiced at this sort of thing, so much so that I'm confident I could take one off somebody else in a matter of seconds. And oh, how I dream of that…!
I pull the bra away and brave the cold with an arm to push it out from beneath the sheets. Immediately, my breasts spill out and feel… free. I can feel my nipples rubbing gently against the fabric of my shirt, and I pull my hand out and just let it slide across the shape of my loose breasts beneath the cloth. With my eyes closed like this… it's almost like they're someone else's. If I imagine hard enough, I can pretend they're hers—I can pretend like she’d ever let me do this.
From there, I move my hand inside my shirt once more, once again savouring the sweet smoothness of my—or, in my dreams, her—skin. And then my fingertips brush against flesh so soft and squishy, and I get a jolt of excitement. As my fingers run up the side of my breast, everything changes; I dream not about me touching her, but her touching me. I can let go of my control over my hands, letting them move clumsily over the mounds of flesh. Not that I’m not—she’s not—careful, but her fingers move almost randomly, brushing against my perky nipples. And yes, they’ve begun to poke up between her fingers.
She dances around them, pulling gently with her fingertips and twisting ever so slightly—letting go at just the right moment before moving and holding on again. She cups my breast and uses the sides of her fingers to stimulate my nipples more, feeling them poke up… and I sigh. Don’t stop, Sunset. Please, Sunset, keep going. A warmth grows in my nether regions, and my thighs feel damp.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” I can feel her hot breath in my ear, and I shudder. “You want me to feel you all over, to leave nothing untouched. Isn’t that right?”
Whimpering, I nod. I’m not sure if she can see me—my eyes are clamped shut, after all—but then her arm snakes around behind my back and up, up to my neck. With that arm, she pulls my head up, and my lips meet hers for a… surprisingly chaste kiss, given the circumstances. As she lowers me again, I smile.
“That good?” I nod. “So, tell me… what would you like me to do next?”
As her fingers continue to move around my breasts, cupping each in turn, I try to think, but my mind seems to be just… blank. I try to shrug, but then nod my head down, towards…
...
“Oh, ready for down there already?” She sounds a tad surprised, but teasingly—I can tell by her tone that she really wants to, too. I imagine her smile and turn on my side as she pulls up to my back. The softness of her own breasts pushes against my back, even through her shirt, and I can feel the warmth between my legs grow even more. I’ll have to turn and touch her at some point… but right now, it’s all about me.
“Tell me what feels good.” I hum in acknowledgement as her hand moves across my hips and towards the edge of my pajama pants, where fabric meets skin. The tips of her fingers poke down between the two and then, carefully, slide along—creating a space in between, and sending another shiver down my spine.
She pauses. “Are my hands too cold?” I shake my head. No, they’re just right. I was just surprised, that’s all. Surprised by how good it feels.
“You’re such a sap, you know that?” Her tongue darts out and she laps at the lobe of my ear—not enough to tickle, but just enough to send another shiver through me. “But that’s what I love about you.”
L-love?
Before I can think anymore, she pulls her hand out and uses it to push against the elastic, moving it down. I can feel more and more of my thighs being exposed and I shift to allow her to slip my pajama pants off completely. I’m cold, sure, but I have a fuzzy blanket above me and a wonderful girl behind me to warm me up.
Sunset’s fingers run along the shape of my hips and up to my abdomen, rubbing my belly as if I were a cat. Or a horse? I don’t know, and I don’t really care; all I know is that I feel close to her.
A minute—maybe two—passes, and her hand moves more and more. First she starts to slip downwards, towards the lip of my panties, before moving back up and tracing a line down from my navel. After a few repetitions of this, her fingers—finally!—keep moving and then pause at the top edge of my panties. She plays a little with the tiny bow, and I swear I can almost hear her humming cheerily.
And then, in a fluid motion, she sticks her hand into my underwear. Her fingers lightly brush my skin, tracing a curve between my thighs. I can feel the way her fingers cautiously poke at my hair down there, and I swear—she’s teasing me. She’s got to be. With each back and forth motion, the warmth between my thighs increases. Sunset, please. Don’t make me wait any longer. I love your touch, and I love the way you wrap your arms around me. I love nearly everything about you.
But please, Sunset, don’t make me wait.
…
A moment later, her hand slides even further down, almost completely in my panties at this point. She hesitates, waiting to see if I have anything more to say, but I don’t. I just nod and I hope that she gets the message.
Luckily, she does. Her index and middle fingers brush along my hair, and then down even further. Just centimetres away—no, millimetres!—and then…
Oh.
Oh, wow.
I shudder, but it feel good. I’m not exactly sure what she’s doing down there, but suffice to say that it works. Her fingers circle around through the wetness, pushing past the folds of skin and revealing the damp pink flesh below. She starts to rub her fingers up and down this area, clumsily, like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. I feel a tickling sensation at first so I lower a hand to grab Sunset’s and direct it to the right place. Using my wetness as lubricant, she moves her fingers smoothly around my clit. I nod, letting out a short breath.
“You’re the first one I’ve done something like this with.” Her fingers are still moving, and I can feel something start to well up inside of me. Am I really, Sunset? What could I have done to deserve this?
“Simply being you is enough.”
I grab hold of Sunset’s wrist and quickly move her further down. Her fingers slide across the warm, wet aroused state of being I’m finding myself in, but we go further.
“What would you like me to do?” She sounds amused, though, and doesn’t wait for my response before her middle finger plunges into my soft, sticky hole. Her fingertips slide along the walls, seemingly just savouring the shape and the feeling. Then, she starts to slowly move in and out, and rubbing against the top. I swear I can almost feel her fingerprints.
“You like me inside of you, don’t you?” A laugh. “Of course you do.”
I hum. Maybe. I can feel the warmth growing as more fluid moves, sticking to Sunset’s fingers and against my thighs. The tingling sensation has gone from ticklish to… just pleasant. I can feel it building, encompassing me…
I reach out a hand, beckoning for her to stop. Her finger withdraws, and I can feel a strand of sticky liquid dangle between her finger and my folds.
“Is everything okay? Am I going too fast?” I shake my head. No, it’s perfect, and it feels so good. I just want to kiss you.
Sunset buries her face in my hair. “I’d love to.” She scoots back, allowing me to turn. Since my eyes are closed, I wait for her to make the first move. And she does. She shifts right next to me, so we can turn our heads and kiss. When our lips meet it’s electric. We open our mouths further, trading saliva and feeling our tongues move around along each other’s teeth.
Although our lips are locked in place, Sunset wastes no time in moving her hands. Her right hand cups my breast, brushing along the nipple as it had before—except now it pokes up even more. Her left hand, however… she repeats the motion of tracing down my abdomen and to my thigh, before slipping back between my lips. This time she has more confidence as she circles my clit… and it really, really works. Confidence was always something I loved about her—and when Sunset knows what she’s doing, she does it well. After a few moments, we break the kiss and turn back onto our sides.
The feeling builds, and I start to wish I could do something for her in this moment. I settle instead for leaning my head into her shoulder. This feels really, really good.
“I’m glad you enjoy it.” A pause. “You’re cute, Twilight. You know that, right?”
My cheeks grow warm. I almost brush the comment off, say something self-deprecating—but you know what? It’s not worth it. I know you mean what you say, and if you think I’m cute then so be it. That’s really all that matters—
Oh. Careful now.
“Of course.” And somehow, true to her word, she strikes that careful balance between caution and uncontained passion. Circling and circling… it just feels so… nice. I always dream of this, don’t I? It’s all I want. You’re all I want.
Faster now. Even faster, just keep going. Please, don’t stop. I love the way you touch me. I love the way your fingers move between my folds, and I don’t want it to stop.
My heart pounds in my chest, and my mind seems to go blank. Time starts to lose meaning—I’m not sure if we’ve been doing this for minutes or hours by this point. It builds, it builds…
…!
And the building topples over. Waves of pleasure course outward from my thighs, tingling down to my toes and running up through my chest, arms, and head. The warmth, once contained to the folds of skin that cover my clit, spreads with it. My pelvis spasms, and I jerk up suddenly. It takes all of the little control I have left to keep myself from shouting something out loud.
I hum, letting the afterglow wash through me. Sunset’s finger is no longer moving, but it remains there between the folds. My legs shake.
“S-Sunset,” I breathe. That’s all I can allow myself.
“Twilight.” I can almost hear the smile in her tone. She pulls her hand away from my nethers and moves it back up. I can feel her stick them in her mouth, cleansing her of my juices. And then she runs her fingers through my hair.
“Your hair is soft. I like it a lot.” I smile at the compliment. Thank you, Sunset. I really appreciate it.
She doesn’t reply. Of course she doesn’t reply.
Letting out a sigh, I reach down to where my pajama pants lie, rolled up against my ankles. I pull them back up, concealing my body once more.
And then, finally, I open my eyes—just for a moment. At first, it’s nearly the same; the inky blackness of night makes it hard to see anything. But as my eyes begin to adjust, I notice my bra on the side of the bed. Not worth putting that back on now.
And then I turn to the left. Nobody’s there, of course. I let out a sigh, and close my eyes once more.
But I don’t sleep, not immediately. I ponder for a few moments. Then, I allow my hand to slide over to the spot beside me in my bed.
Imagine my surprise when it's warm.
