The Awakening

Emily and Viola have an unforgettable sleepover

At 25 years old, the three of us were just a bit too old to be having sleepovers. What used to happen every weekend when we were teenagers in high school slowly became less and less frequent as we all started attending college, and after we graduated and started fulltime jobs, the habit completely died off.

Lucy, Viola and I had met when we were 16. We were inseparable. To this day I have yet to feel this type of connection with anyone else, but I guess the bond you develop with the girls you grew up with can never be matched.

Lucy was by far the tallest. She was slim and slender like a model, her long legs were the perfect mix of toned and soft. Her face was angular, but her long hair softened her features. Viola, on the other hand, was short and chubby. She had big, round cheeks, and huge brown eyes and long eyelashes that I swear blew wind your way when she blinked. For every step Lucy took, Vi had to take two. I stood right in the middle, perfectly average height and weight.

The two of them used to get all of the attention anywhere we went. Vi was completely boy crazy, but Lucy never seemed to show much interest. She had had a fling here and there, but nothing that had rocked her world. I was unbothered by it, as I had a boyfriend from the age of 17 until I turned 25. And so, when I was suddenly dumped by the man I thought I was going to marry after 8 years of relationship, I turned to my friends for advice; Vi, because she knew the pain of heartbreak, and Lucy, to teach me the art of not giving a fuck.

The idea of bringing back sleepovers was introduced by Vi. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time, being busy with work and life and the likes, and we all dearly missed each other. Eager to console me in the hard times I was facing, both of them cleared their schedules and we decided to all meet at Lucy’s fancy new place for the ultimate slumber party.

The moment Lucy opened the door to greet me, the first thing I noticed was that she had cut her hair bob-length. The short hair made her sharp features look even more striking. She smiled and opened her arms, and I fell right into them and hugged her tight. From the inside the apartment, I heard Vi squeak, and she ran to greet me at the door.

Sleepovers are amazing when you’re a teenager, but having one as adults was so much better than any of us could have hoped for. We now had our own money and no moms around to stop us from getting one pizza for each and to complain about us making a mess by building a fort. And the best part: we were now allowed to have alcohol. The three of us sat inside the cozy tent we pitched in Lucy’s room, ate pizza, drank wine, gossiped and giggled until Vi passed out from exhaustion.

Lucy and I sat in the dark, catching up on everything that had been going on with us, when she suddenly fell quiet.

“I have something I want to tell you,” she whispered, the soft sound of the words floating gently in the dark before me. “But it’s a secret. I’m still figuring my shit out.”

“You know you can tell me anything,” I replied, reaching out in the dark to hold her hand.

“I… think I might be gay,” she said.

Being from a generally conservative country, it was no surprise that she was so shy about it. Her parents were homophobic, and it made sense that she would’ve had trouble figuring out that part of her identity.

“I don’t know why you sound so afraid,” I replied. “You know there’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s me. You know I would never judge anyone for that, but especially you of all people.”

I felt her charge forward and wrap herself around me in a tight hug. I hugged her back, and we sat there like that for a little bit, until I heard her say: “Thank you.”

I let out a little giggle and said: “There’s nothing to thank me for. I love you. Besides, it’s not like the thought has never crossed my mind before.”

She pulled back. “Really?”

I told her about how I, having only ever been with one man before, was curious, and how my now-ex started to pressure me into a threesome after I made the mistake of mentioning it to him one time. I told her how I often touched myself while holding my breasts and pretending they were someone else’s.

She opened up to me and told me about her experiences, which were limited at that time. She told me about how she had a one night stand with a girl she had met in college and how she had been searching for that feeling her entire life. She told me about how soft her kisses were, how they got lost in each other and it seemed like the night had lasted forever. She got explicit at one point, after I asked her for more details out of curiosity. As she got more into it, I could tell the inside of the fort was getting warmer, but I figured it was just all the wine we had drank.

“I recently bought a strap on, too, but I haven’t had the chance to use it yet. The girls that tend to pursue me are all tops and they want to use it on me instead, but that’s not exactly what I’m going for right now,” she confessed.

“Can I… see it?” I asked.

I sensed her hesitation, but then a rush of cold air flooded the fort and moonlight illuminated everything as she pulled the blanket back and reached out to open her nightstand drawer. She pulled out a modest-sized dildo and handed it to me. Being drunk and having never seen a sex toy before, I burst out into laughter. She quickly covered my mouth with her hand and shushed me, nodding towards Vi, who was sleeping like a rock further into the fort. She had always been a heavy sleeper.

“I don’t see how this stays in place, though,” I said, her hand muffling my mouth. She lifted it.

“What?”

“How does it stay in place?” I asked again.

She reached back into the drawer and pulled out the actual straps. “Do you need a demonstration?”

“I mean, yeah,” I giggled.

She took the dildo from my hands, stood up, rearranged everything and proudly showed me her sword, even helicoptering it a little bit. We couldn’t keep ourselves from giggling.

Once we managed to calm down, I looked up and I saw it. I saw a tall figure standing in front of me in the dark, a hard cock right in my face. The air became still, and everything got serious really quickly. I shifted where I was sitting. I hadn’t realized how slick I had become, how warm my pussy felt and how hard my nipples were. The truth was that, after years of having all the sex I wanted and more, I missed getting fucked.

I don’t know what came over me, but I reached out and stroked it. Lucy didn’t move. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it a few times. The silicone felt soft and velvety in my hand, and it was flexible, not as hard as the real thing. I instinctively leaned in and licked the tip of it.

I heard Lucy inhale sharply. I stopped and looked up at her. We sat there for a moment, unsure of what was going to happen next, until she grabbed it from the base and guided it straight into my mouth.

Something was unleashed in that moment, a beast neither of us was aware had been hiding, lurking, following us around this entire time and just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The second the dildo hit the back of my throat, we became two different people. I wrapped my lips around the shaft and started drooling. Lucy placed her left hand on the back of my head and guided me to bob my head. We both began moaning softly.

“I had heard people talk about how good it felt to have your strap sucked,” she said, breathlessly. “But I always thought they were exaggerating. This is so hot, you look so sexy sucking on my cock.” I moaned in reply.

Being both alcohol drunk and dick drunk became too much for me. I was too hot, so I pulled back and pulled my pajama shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor next to us, my heavy breasts exposed to the cold air, my hard nipples begging to me pinched. Lucy pulled the dildo away from my mouth and pushed me down against the pillows, making my boobs bounce and settle on top of me.

I felt her tongue circling my nipples and held my breath. I couldn’t believe how good her hot mouth felt, gently flicking and alternating between the two of them, applying just the right about of pressure when sucking and never letting them get too sensitive. I felt my panties, cold against my pussy, and knew I had already soaked through them and made a mess of myself. I couldn’t stop bucking my hips towards her. I needed that cock inside me, now.

I reached down, inside my pants, and started touching myself. I felt Lucy grab my hand and stop me, and I whined.

“Don’t work yourself up too much. Don’t you want this cock?” she asked. The only reply I could muster was a vigorous and breathless nod.

She pulled my panties and my shorts down in one motion before forcefully spreading my legs open and positioning herself. “Can I?” Another nod.

I felt the tip of the silicone cock rub against my pussy. As it inched upwards, it brushed against my sensitive clit and I had to cover my own mouth to stop myself from moaning. She rubbed it up and down, making sure to coat it well in my juices, before sliding it in.

I had never felt a smoother penetration before, not even while I fingered myself. It was like that cock had been handmade just for my pussy. She bottomed out and I lifted my legs and angled my hips up, desperate for more. Lucy slowly pulled it out, and then shoved it back in again. My head was spinning and I began to arch my back, my hands grabbing the blankets and pillows below me.

We were completely silent. The night was so quiet that we could hear every inch of the dildo going in and out of my tight hole, and the wetness of it. In that moment, it was like the loudest sound in the world. I looked to the side and saw Vi, her back turned to us, sleeping soundly. I wanted it harder, but I was afraid to wake her.

It was like Lucy read my mind. I felt her body cover mine and her hand cover my mouth again. And then she started fucking me.

Every thrust was like an explosion. She was hammering into me so skillfully I had trouble believing that was her first time topping. She hit my gspot straight on every time and I soon began shaking and wiggling under her. Every time she pulled out, it felt like she was making a conscious effort to rub the tip of the dildo against my hard clit and I was getting lost in my pleasure.

I felt like a ragdoll. My body was hers to take, and what a wonderful job she was doing of it! Her breath against my ear was transporting me to a different dimension, and I completely forgot our friend was sleeping inches away from us. It felt like I was in heaven. I don’t know when I started whimpering, but I know I soon began to moan, the sound muffled against her hand.

I felt the pressure start to build in my lower abdomen. I started to shove my hips up to meet her rhythm, desperate to cum. She quickened her pace and I felt my clit start to throb and my pussy begin to contract. I grabbed her wrist and sunk my nails into her soft skin, making her groan against my ear.

“Are you close?” she asked. “Are you going to cum on my cock?”

That did it for me. The world stopped spinning and my eyes rolled so far back into my head I could’ve seen my brain if it weren’t so dark. My entire body was convulsing and I couldn’t breathe. It was earth shattering.

She let me ride it out before slowly pulling it out. I could see it glisten against the moonlight when I looked down, and I realized she had been fully clothed this entire time. I saw a giant wet spot on her pants and couldn’t tell whose juices it was, probably a mixture of both.

When I recovered, I quickly got dressed. Lucy had to change out of her pajamas and she took a moment to go wash the dildo before we had a few more bites of the pizza and drank some water to replenish ourselves after what had just happened. Then, we fell asleep.

The next morning, Vi asked Lucy why she had changed out of her pjs.

“I spilled wine on it last night,” she said, sneaking a glance my way.

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