CHAPTER 1 #5
Denise’s back arched off the wall like a bowstring being drawn tight. She let out a sharp, high cry that echoed off the damp concrete ceiling of the shower room, her knees trembling as Monique began to work her hand in fast, firm, circular friction.
"Oh God... yes... right there, baby..." Denise gasped, her fingers tangling themselves in Monique’s wet braids, pulling her head down to bite softly at Monique’s neck.
Monique didn't wait. She dropped down to her knees right there on the wet concrete floor of the stall, ignoring the cold spray of water that hit her face and chest as she reached up and spread Denise’s thick, muscular thighs as wide as the small space would allow.
The sight of Denise’s pussy was overwhelming—full, dark chocolate lips glistening with water and her own sweet, thick arousal, the neat patch of soft dark hair framed by the long, powerful line of her inner thighs.
Monique didn't hesitate. She buried her face directly into Denise’s lap, her wet tongue coming out to execute one long, slow, firm stroke from the base of her entrance straight up to her aching clit.
Denise’s hands slammed against the tile walls above Monique’s head, her fingers searching for purchase as her hips jerked violently forward. "MONIQUE!"
Monique didn't tease her. She opened her mouth wide, sealed her lips over Denise’s clit, and began to suck with a deep, rhythmic pressure that made Denise’s thighs lock around her ears like a vise.
Monique slid two fingers deep inside her—finding a tight, dripping, scalding interior that clamped down on her knuckles immediately.
Monique worked her fingers in a firm come-here motion while her tongue lashed Denise’s clit without mercy, driving her higher and higher until Denise was weeping open-mouthed against the tile.
"I’m gonna... shit, Monique... I’m gonna come... DON'T STOP!"
Denise’s whole body went stiff as iron. She let out a long, broken scream that shattered the silence of the empty building, her hips thrusting wildly against Monique’s face as her pussy surged in violent, rhythmic contractions over Monique’s fingers, flooding her hand with a sweet, hot cream that Monique swallowed hungrily down to the last drop.
Monique kept her mouth there through the entire spasm, licking her gently through the sensitivity until Denise was laughing and crying all at once, her long legs shaking so hard she nearly slid down the wall.
Denise reached down, her fingers pulling at Monique’s shoulders, her voice weak and hoarse. "Get up... get up here right now..."
Monique stood up, her skin glowing, her mouth wet and glossy with Denise’s essence. Before she could speak, Denise took her by the arms and flipped her around, pushing Monique’s chest back against the wet tile wall.
Denise dropped to her knees on the wet floor without a second’s thought, her brown eyes looking up at Monique with an absolute, unholy devotion that made Monique’s knees turn to water.
"My turn," Denise growled softly, her long fingers sliding up the back of Monique’s thighs, spreading her wide. "I want that fine, pretty pussy in my mouth right fucking now."
When Denise’s warm, broad tongue made first contact with Monique’s clit, Monique’s head snapped back against the tile so hard she saw stars.
Denise wasn't as precise as Monique, but she was wild, hungry, and relentless—her mouth covering Monique’s entire center, her tongue flicking with a rapid, wet speed that made Monique’s toes curl into the drain grates.
"Ah... fuck, Denise!" Monique screamed, her hand flying down to grip Denise’s thick, loosened locs, holding her face flush against her pussy. "Right there... oh Jesus, lick it!"
Denise inserted three long fingers deep inside Monique, her thumb pressing down hard on her swell.
The combination of Denise’s mouth, her fingers, and the raw, unexpected intimacy of the moment broke through every defense Monique had built over the last ten years.
Monique’s hips bucked uncontrollably, her throat raw as she let out a guttural, desperate cry, her pussy pulsing hard and heavy around Denise’s fingers as her orgasm washed over her in huge, terrifying waves that left her gasping for air.
They didn't even dry off properly. They pulled their sweatpants and hoodies back over their damp skin, their clothes sticking to them as they hurried across the quiet, dark campus toward the upper-class residence halls.
The night air was seventy-two degrees and smelled of damp leaves and distant rain, but neither of them felt the cool breeze.
Denise’s single room was on the third floor of a quiet brick hall overlooking the athletic fields. The second the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind them and Denise turned the deadbolt, Monique was on her.
She shoved Denise back against the wood of the door, her hands tearing at the waist of Denise’s sweatpants, pulling them down over her long, smooth hips along with her underwear in one rough, impatient motion.
Denise let out a low, husky laugh, her mouth instantly finding Monique’s again, her tongue taking full possession of Monique’s mouth as they stumbled together across the small room toward the narrow twin bed in the corner.