Wet Dream: Part One

Penny Pax and Xandra Sixx stumble home after the kind of party that sticks to the skin. Xandra strips without a second thought and drops into bed raw and uncovered. Penny watches, cheeks burning, then crawls in dressed, ready to crash. But sleep doesn’t last. The second her eyes close, her body takes over. She feels heat between her legs and can’t ignore it. Fingers slip under cotton. One pinch on her own nipple tightens her breath. She stares at the naked girl beside her—full tits, bare cunt—and keeps touching herself until her wrist is moving faster. Xandra wakes. Eyes wide, body stilled. Penny’s stare alone is a hand around the wrist. “Touch yourself,” she whispers. Xandra’s breath catches. They’re best friends, she says. It doesn’t stop Penny from sliding closer and dragging two wet fingers down the smooth seam between Xandra’s legs. The invitation hangs. Masturbate together. No kissing. No excuses. Just fingers and heat. Penny guides Xandra’s own hand, then joins it—slick pads circling slick folds until Xandra swears under her breath. Her skin flushes hotter. When Penny cups both tits, pressing them together, Xandra forgets the line she meant to keep. Penny sucks one hard nipple into her mouth and keeps working her cunt with greedy, slippery strokes. Xandra moans loud, hips lifting. Pure electricity. Straight girl meets dripping need and it burns every rule she walked into the room with.