SWC II
#2 of Second World Chronicles
The sun was scorching, the air burned Karina's skin as she stood at home plate. The last inning, the last out, the last pitch, and Karina felt the pressure, at this point she felt like switching places with a bomb technician. The ball came fast, it hurdled toward her with a spiraling aggressive twist, Karina panicked, closed her eyes and swung. The bat cracked, sending the ball in a high arc, Karina opened her eyes in shock, just in time to see the pitcher take two steps back and catch the ball without any difficulty.
"Motherfucker." Karina cursed to herself, "son-of-a-bitch, how could I let that happen? How?!"
The coach said a few reassuring words to her as she hung her head and walked off the field, her team offered a few pats on the back, but it all blurred into a faded smear as she tried to keep from crying. My shot, my way into the big leagues, and I fuck it up, great work Karina, you fucked your life once again.
Karina changed slowly, taking her time to fold each article of clothing perfectly, and smoothing each seam. The change room was vacant; all the other girls had hurried to leave to get the most out of their time in the capital. Karina wasn't in a hurry, the bus driver had most likely expected a longer game, and therefore, he was probably having difficulty standing from his bar seat, which was an issue when one loved tequila as much as he did.
When she was unhooking the last clasp of her sports bra, and hand reached around and grabbed her breast.
"Oh," She cried out, backing into the perpetrator. "What the-"
"Don't you recognize your old friend?" A familiar voice laughed.
"Fran-" Karina spun on her heels, "Oh my god, Francesca, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Come on, don't you think a good best friend would show up to see your big game?"
"More like a big fuck up." Karina said sourly, as she turned back to her locker.
Francesca ran her hands up Karina's sides gently, "it wasn't that bad, you were under a lot of pressure, at least you didn't miss it completely."
Karina pried Francesca's hands off her waist and turned to face her; she was met with a wet kiss, and nearly toppled into a locker. Francesca's hands wasted no time stripping Karina's bra off, and they quickly ran down to her thighs.
"Francesca!" Karina cried. Francesca slowed her hands and looked into Karina's eyes.
"Yes?" She asked softly.
"We experimented once in college, but this is going way too fast," Karina's voice cracked as it got higher, "besides, I'm not, well, like you...not anymore."
"Oh," Francesca's hands fell to her sides, "I'm sorry hun, I believed we had something special that night, was I wrong?"
"No, you're right, I still think about it, but things aren't the way they used to be." Karina held Francesca's hands. "After college, things changed, I don't know how exactly, but they did."
"Come on Karina, every girl secretly wants it deep down." Francesca leaned in closely and whispered seductively, "you still do."
Karina gasped as soft melody of Francesca's voice sent a chill down her spine. Francesca was right, no matter how much Karina tried to resist, she desperately wanted to taste her friend once more. Since that night in a secluded college dorm, Karina had never gone a moment without wishing for that pleasure again. It controlled her, warped her mind.
"You're right, I can't hold back anymore, but we can't do it here, that would be insane," Karina grabbed a low-neck top from her bag and slipped it on, not even considering putting on a bra first. Francesca pushed her hand into Karina's breast, and a little lump formed at the middle.
"Oh, hey!" Karina gasped, "Stop that, can't you wait till we get somewhere quiet?"
"No," Francesca joked. "I want you now."
"Calm down, I'll find a place quickly as I can." Karina pried Francesca's hand from her breast and pinned it to the locker beside her, "till then, no suggestive....anything."
Karina quickly jumped into her loose khakis and jogged to the exit, Francesca stood for a moment, watching her body move. She cried out when she realized she would be left alone, then took off after Karina. Karina squinted in the intense light as she burst through the heavy steel doors. She glanced over at the team bus, where their driver was bent over, purging excess alcohol from his stomach.
"Charlie, where is everyone?" Karina asked innocently.
Charlie turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was pale. "the'b said I'm naw fit to drahv, so they'n went to that there mot'l" Karina managed to decipher most of his drunken words into: 'They went to stay in the motel'.
"Charlie, I want you to go get a room or something, me and my friend will watch the bus, ok?"
"Sure," Charlie swayed from the bus, and shakily made his way toward the motel.
Before he was more than a few feet away, Karina had Francesca by the arm, and she towed her into the dark seclusion of the desolate tour bus. As soon as the door sealed Francesca had her hands up Karina's blouse. With her teeth, she stripped the collar open, and used her hands to snap the buttons apart. The blouse fell to the floor without resistance, and exposed Karina's breasts once more. Francesca fell to her knees and buried her face into Karina's chest, gently licking and sucking on her breasts with a feverishly fast tongue. Karina hadn't felt such a sensation in years, she quickly remembered that only another girl knew how to do it right. Francesca was no exception; each lick brought a stuttered gasp from Karina's soft lips. Karina took a step back, and Francesca followed on her knees, still suckling at her chest. Karina led her all the way to the rear of the bus, where the master bed was. Francesca grabbed Karina's legs and tackled her onto the soft velvet-clad bed, where she immediately began fiddling with the button-fly on Karina's pants. The button finally broke off, and Francesca ripped the zipper to the bottom, quickly peeling the beige khakis off of her waiting friend. With her pants still around her ankles, Karina leaned back and let Francesca reacquaint herself with an old friend. After pushing her legs apart, Francesca licked her fingers and ran them along the outside of Karina's panties, and Karina bit her lip trying to keep from vocally expressing her pleasure. Francesca mistook her silence for displeasure, and she ran her fingers up and over the elastic rim of Karina's panties. Karina gasped loudly, sat up, and cried out when she felt the fingers twist into her soft pink flesh. Francesca ran her fingers back and forth, gently wiggling them around inside Karina, pushing deeper with each return. Clear, sticky fluid streamed down Francesca's hand, and Karina arched her back and moaned. Francesca leaned in close, feeling the heat radiating off of Karina's body, and began to pull down Karina's underwear, letting it come to a rest at her ankles. Karina squealed as Francesca's tongue rammed the space between her legs, pushing aside layers of dripping flesh to get inside her. Her tongue flickered in and out, and Karina convulsed on the bed, only persuading Francesca to lick faster. Karina's eyes rolled back and she clenched her fists as surges of pleasure detonated within her.
Francesca felt Karina's twitches, knew her orgasm was going to arrive quickly, then pushed her tongue deep inside. Karina squeezed the edge of the bed and bunched the covers up in her hands, her feet tightened, and she uttered a whimper before ecstasy thundered from her body's core to her extremities. The tightness she held in faded and Francesca kept suckling on the sweet fluid that oozed out of her. It was good practice to gently move away from an orgasm instead of letting her climax, and then stop completely. Karina closed her eyes and moaned softly as she ran her hands up and down Francesca's back, trying to calm her nerves by settling her mind on a simple task. Francesca removed her tongue from the wet flesh and swallowed, allowing Karina to calm a bit.
"Oh god, I want it again," Karina cried, "why did you stop?"
Francesca pinned her hands down and slid up on top of her, their breasts touched, and Karina's chest heaved as each ragged breath came and went, desperately trying to provide oxygen to each over-used muscle. Francesca kissed Karina on the lips, and the sticky fluid left little strings that stretched as Francesca pulled away. Karina's eyes had a pleading look of desperation in them; she so desperately wanted another round that she wasn't able to hide her lustful stare. Francesca didn't want to disappoint her, but all her work deserved reciprocation. Francesca grabbed Karina's shoulders, and rolled her until she was on top; she smiled playfully, and lifted the bottom of her shirt.
"Your turn, Kari," she grinned cutely. "let's hope you're not rusty."
Karina's eyes lit up, and she dove into Francesca's shirt, ripping it into pieces with her bare hands, Francesca also wasn't wearing a bra, making access to her breasts much easier. Karina was not as experienced with giving pleasure with her tongue, but slowly her memory returned, each angle, flicker and soft-spot bloomed into her mind. Francesca yelped as the warm wet tongue of her years-ago lover ignited long-dead passion and desire. Suddenly feeling more confident, Karina bowed her head against Francesca's chest, and let her hands fall down to Francesca's pants. The button opened easily, but the zipper was more stubborn, so Karina stuck her hand into the tight space between the denim and Francesca's warm skin. In the dark space Karina could feel Francesca's wetness soft enticing flesh; of course, Francesca hardly ever wore underwear, especially for an occasion like this.
Francesca flinched as Karina rammed her fingers into the soft pink slit hidden behind the denim, for the first time in years she felt right, like everything was perfect. A dark spot appeared on the seam of Francesca's pants as Karina forced her fingers in and out of her first love, the milky fluid poured around her hand and into the denim. Francesca moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, Karina was a bit rusty, but she was always more talented with her fingers than Francesca ever dreamed to be, just her touch was orgasmic. Karina pulled her hand free of the tight denim, and licked the milky fluid off of her fingers. Francesca watched as she chased a single drop down her arm with her tongue, grinning as she cleaned the last trace of the mess from her hand.
"You love your sugar-foods don't you?" Karina smiled, droplets of cum still on her lips.
"When haven't I?" Francesca smiled, "I taste sweeter that way."
Karina smiled, "Time for the second course," she said aggressively as she ripped Francesca's pants down past her ankles. Francesca giggled with excitement as she spread her legs apart and pulled Karina closer. Karina ducked her head, blew a hot breath onto Francesca, and then pushed out her tongue. A chill went down Karina's spine, she twitched and her tongue trembled, it was obvious to Francesca that she was nervous. Francesca set her hand over Karina's, "Don't be nervous, just take it slow until you remember how you did it long ago."
Karina felt a little better with Francesca's hand there, on hers, but she still quivered nervously. She closed her eyes and leaned close, feeling Francesca's warmth on her face. The fear instantly dissolved once tongue contacted flesh, and Karina's confidence was restored, at full force she pushed her face into Francesca's thighs and rammed her tongue deep into the tight pink space. Francesca yelped as Karina's tongue forcefully punched its way inside her and explored every inch of the slick pink flesh. Karina could feel the pressure that Francesca was putting on her hand, and how it tightened with each flick of her tongue. The sweet juices that flowed from Francesca never made it to the covers of the bed, Karina caught every drop, relishing in the sweet taste of sugary cum. Francesca tightened her grip until Karin's hand went numb from the pressure, but it didn't slow her down, her strong tongue re-exploring every inch of flesh with vigorous lust. Francesca grabbed the pillow nearby, and the soft cloth bag wheezed as the air was squeezed out of it, however, it didn't come close to the volume of Francesca's cries of pleasure.
"Oh god, oh my god....Karina!-" Francesca screamed as she let her orgasm overtake her, arching her back and crying out in her moment of bliss. Francesca shuddered as her orgasm flourished through her body, then alleviated into a dull throbbing that she could feel in her bones. Her taut muscles released, and Francesca collapsed to the bed, her body laid flat against the crumpled sheets. Karina set her palms against Francesca's knees, sat up into her lap, leaned down, and began to play with her nipples again, playfully biting them and letting her tongue graze the tips. She was boiling in her skin, her body ached for another surge of bliss, and it nearly overloaded when Karina's pearl slid against the smooth flesh of Francesca's stomach.
Francesca's eyes were rolled back and she was barely breathing, the only sounds were fluttering gasps and soft moans. Karina rolled Set her hands on either side and rolled onto the bed, afraid that another touch would bring her to an early orgasm that would leave her spent for a time. Francesca blinked and shook her head, pulling herself out of the orgasmic trance her body had forced her mind into. When she finally regained her mind, she looked over to see Karina's soft amber eyes, perfectly aligned with her own. In a final embrace, they both kissed gently, each ones cum on the others' lips.
"Guess you never forget, huh Karina?" Francesca said, finally able to speak.
"Like riding a very sexy bike," Karina smiled, running her finger along Francesca's curvy hip, "If it was great the first time, you never want to forget about it."
Francesca teared up, "You know, when you left that night, and never came back...I though we were over. I cried for days after because I thought I had lost you because I loved you so much."
"Oh Francie," Karina teared up as well, "I love you, I just didn't know it then, I'm so sorry I put you through that, I'll never leave you again."
"Thank you," She bowed her head as a tear fell from her cheek and soaked into the velvet. "Thank you so much, for everything."
Karina held Francesca's chin up, and they kissed again.