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Tifa strode through the dusty streets of the slum. Heat bore down on her regardless of the lack of direct sunlight. Chatter followed her, phasing in and out as people passed by or stood and talked. She didn’t mind it; she was used to it by now. Nothing surprised her anymore down here.
A groan rumbled in Tifa’s throat. Her feet and back ached from running around, performing errands. She paused for a moment to stretch and work the kink out of her neck. Despite her active lifestyle and athletic physique, she wore herself ragged of late. All she wanted was to go sit down and have a drink.
Someone swept up next to Tifa and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her into the nearby alley. “What are you—” She struggled against the pull but not before they rounded the corner. “Let me—Aerith?” Green eyes sparked, and a mischievous smile spread across her pretty face. “What are you doing?”
Without a word, Aerith closed the gap between them and pushed her lips to Tifa’s. Tifa let out a muffled, surprised murmur and pushed the other woman. Her strength failed her, worn out by the day’s events. Sweetness greeted her, and her shoulder blades struck rough brick. Any intentions of fighting Aerith off fled her.
Butterflies whirled in Tifa’s stomach. Warmth seeped into her from Aerith's soft, enticing body pressed to hers. She never gave Aerith so much as a single thought as someone who might spark something inside her. However, as she stood here, pinned to the wall by the frisky woman, tender, sweet lips kissing her, she couldn’t deny the sensations working through her.
Aerith murmured, and Tifa did the same. Her arms remained at her side, hesitant. Fingers teased her abdomen, worming their way into the waistband of her skirt. She tensed but still did nothing to stop it. One of Aerith’s hands came up and cupped her left breast. She squeezed, and Tifa moaned into her friend's mouth.
Why did she let Aerith do this to her? Did she lack the energy to resist, or did something, deep down inside her, crave this? She didn’t know. How could she when Aerith didn’t give her time to think before pouncing? None of it made any sense. And yet...her heart hammered, goosebumps rose along her flesh, and heat bloomed between her legs.
Tifa squirmed beneath Aerith’s assault, her thighs rubbing together. The hand at her waist vanished and brushed the front of her crotch. She yelped, muffled, and bucked at the touch. A giggle escaped Aerith amid her passionate kissing and breathy noises. The stone wall dug further into Tifa’s back, but she didn’t care. Her attention focused on one thing.
Digits slipped lower and grazed Tifa’s clothed womanhood. She tensed, yelping, and pushed Aerith back. To her surprise, the woman relented. A wet smack sounded as they parted, and a cool breeze rushed in to replace Aerith’s warmth. Of course, her body remained glued to hers.
“Aerith, wait,” Tifa managed, breathless, confused, yet excited.
Rather than dive back in, Aerith cocked her head to the side and attacked Tifa’s neck. A surprised squeal escaped Tifa, and she tightened her grip on Aerith’s arms. However, she didn’t shove her away. Gentle, smooth lips graced Tifa’s flesh, sending tremors of delight and anxiety through her. A hungry smooch latched onto her.
Tifa whined and writhed. Aerith continued to grope her as she planted several kisses, heading up toward Tifa’s ear. Hot breath rushed over her, and Tifa tried to block Aerith by turning her head. The other woman overpowered her with ease, keeping her in her compromised position. Two fingers pressed against Tifa’s clothed pussy, and she mewled.
“Quiet,” Aerith whispered, teeth grazing Tifa. “Or someone might hear you.”
“I don’t under,” Tifa inhaled, sharp, before clamping her mouth shut to suppress a moan, “stand.”
Cooing came from Aerith, and she grinded her pelvis on Tifa’s. Delightful sensations inundated her. “You always work so hard. I wanted to help you relax.” Harder, Aerith rubbed.
Tifa’s legs quake, threatening to fail her. Dizziness swept through her, combined with the pleasure starting to build from Aerith’s surprise ministrations. Even if Aerith held no ulterior motivations, this was a strange way to go about it. Still…something clawed at the back of Tifa’s mind—she didn’t hate this.
Hesitation continued to grip Tifa despite the gentle rocking of her hips. “What about—”
“Shhh,” Aerith smooched Tifa’s neck and tugged at her earlobe, playful. “No need for words. Let your body do the talking.”
Before Tifa so much as opened her mouth, Aerith threw herself at her. Their lips met again as Aerith pressed hard back against Tifa. Her head hit the wall, and she groaned. However, this time, she didn’t only stand there at her friend’s mercy. She kissed her back. Whether it was the right thing to do or not, didn’t matter.
Fever-hot fingers teased Tifa’s abdomen and slid upward. They caught on the hem of her top and sports bra, popping inside. She tensed, arching her back, as Aerith grabbed a handful of her breast and squeezed. The sensation of skin-to-skin contact was so much more visceral, intimate than through her clothing.
Moan after moan tumbled from Tifa as Aerith fondled her. Delicate, skilled digits rolled and tweaked her erect nipple, knowing just how hard to push. She groped, fingertips dimpling into ample, soft tit-flesh. Delight bloomed. Tifa didn’t know where Aerith learned to do all this, but she didn’t care.
Pleasure coursed through Tifa, and she craved move. She grinded her hips against Aerith’s and rocked them. Aerith applied more pressure, understanding Tifa’s desires. Wetness stained and soaked through the crotch of her panties and shorts. Much like her chest, she longed for Aerith to touch her directly.
Tifa cocked her head to the side, breaking their feverish kiss. Wet lips grazed her cheek and sought her neck again without a second of hesitation. Aerith raked her teeth down before she rose back up with a trail of soft, soothing kisses. Desire and ecstasy filled Tifa. No one had made her feel quite like this.
“A-Aerith,” Tifa moaned, squirming between her and the wall. “I want to feel your…” How could she say it?
“I understand.” Aerith’s hot, enticing breath invaded Tifa’s susceptible ear. “You’re so wet, you naughty girl. I’ll treat you right…if you ask me to.”
“Please, Aerith. I need it.” Tifa gyrated and hit her weak point. Mewling seeped out of her. “Y-your fingers. Oh, God.”
Giggling escaped Aerith, and she traced circles around Tifa’s clothed little button. “Good girl. I’m going to make you cum your pretty, little brains out.”
Without hesitation, Aerith withdrew from Tifa’s crotch. A soft whine of a noise eked out of Tifa. She bucked, longing for her friend’s touch. Aerith giggled, pressed her palm flat to Tifa’s belly, and slipped the tips of her dexterous fingers into the waistband of her skirt, shorts, and panties. She hesitated, kissing along Tifa’s jaw until their eyes met.
Mischievousness danced in Aerith’s intense gaze, and all Tifa could do was mewl and buck. A grin quirked Aerith’s sweet mouth before she shoved her hand into Tifa’s pants. Tifa yelped, her right hand shooting up to stifle her voice. Warm, firm digits ran over her sensitive womanhood, parting her drenched folds. She couldn’t believe how much Aerith had worked her up or how much she yearned for this.
“Aerith,” Tifa breathed, muffled by her hand, as the other woman rubbed her eager pussy.
Amusement and lust played within Aerith’s eyes, and she leaned in close. Her hot breath blew over Tifa’s skin as she stroked—slow, steady, teasing. “All you have to do,” Aerith pressed the heel of her hand to Tifa’s swollen clit and grinded, hard, “is tell me what you want, and I’ll make you see stars.”
Tifa inhaled, needy, her lips parting her splayed fingers. “I-inside.” A moan ripped from her lungs as Aerith switched her ministrations to Tifa’s other tit. She didn’t spare her sensitive nipple. “Fuck, Aerith. Please stop teasing me. I need you inside my pussy. Now.”
Sticking out her tongue, Aerith licked back toward Tifa's ear. Shivers ran down her spine, and she couldn’t help but mewl at the overwhelming sensations. “Good girl.” A twinge of pain caused Tifa to wince, but it only added to her heightened arousal. “Don’t hold back,” amusement played in her honeyed voice, “because I won’t.”
Before Tifa managed to parse Aerith’s words, Aerith sprang into action. One, two, three fingers curled and slipped into her vulnerable, dripping cunt. She sucked in a sharp breath which transformed into a high-pitched squeal. Her entire body trembled, and her insides coiled around the wonderful, forceful invading digits.
“A-Aerith,” Tifa moaned, throwing her hips into the other woman and squeezing her wrist. “Too fast.” Despite her frantic, breathless speech, she didn’t want Aerith to stop or so much as slow down.
Sweet, melodic laughter bubbled up out of Aerith, and her face came into Tifa’s fluttering, swirling vision. “I told you I wasn’t going to go easy on you.”
Tifa opened her mouth to protest, but Aerith pressed her lips to Tifa’s. A half-heartened noise escaped Tifa, stifled by Aerith’s frisky, explorative tongue. She kissed her friend back without a second of hesitation. Pleased sounds rumbled as Aerith pumped in and out of Tifa’s gushing womanhood.
Pleasure coursed through Tifa with every minute ministration. She rocked and swayed, accentuating what the other woman did to her. Roughness dug into her back, but she didn’t care. The only thing on her mind, if anything, was the ecstasy being forced upon her. Not that she was complaining. Her head spun, overwhelmed by the sudden, inexplicable attack.
Squelches rose each time Aerith buried her digits in Tifa’s gripping pussy. Rigid fingertips struck and rubbed against Tifa’s g-spot, causing her knees to become weak. If not for the wall and Aerith’s insistence, she would have collapsed in a moaning heap…and she hadn’t even been made to cum yet.
Realization struck Tifa, and she gasped in ecstatic delight. What was going to happen when she climaxed? She couldn’t go back out and walk on the streets, having squirted all over herself. Of course, that was if no one caught her in the act. Aerith didn’t appear to have any reservations about taking her in public. She should follow her friend’s lead.
Tifa tightened around Aerith’s driving fingers. Her orgasm built up and up, ushering her toward the edge at a blistering pace. In honesty, she didn’t understand how she resisted for so long. Perhaps she wished to milk the most pleasure out of this encounter as she could, not knowing when something like this might happen again.
Quivering struck her, and Tifa moaned as loud as she could. She tried to push Aerith back, to tell her she was going to cum, but the other woman prevented her. No doubt she knew exactly what she was doing. Faster, Aerith worked, fondling Tifa’s ample breasts. Her sensitivity caused her will to slip through her grasp.
Shrieking into Aerith’s mouth, Tifa clamped down. Bliss rippled through Tifa as her entire body convulsed. Excitement squirted out of her happy pussy and showered herself and Aerith’s frenzied hand. Any actions she performed halted as Aerith turned her into a crying, cumming, quavering mess. Tingles danced along her skin, and she grinded against Aerith. The other woman didn’t dare stop.
Tifa spasmed, trying to milk Aerith’s skilled, incessant digits. Her eyes fluttered, and tension rushed out of her. She huffed through her nose before sucking in a sharp, shallow breath. Aerith’s tongue swirled around hers, and she picked back up where she had stopped. Murmurs of delight vibrated from Aerith, giving Tifa further pleasure.
Forcing her hips to rock to aid in Aerith’s fingerfucking, Tifa humped her friend. The heel of Aerith’s hand rubbed Tifa’s little button, driving in circles. Mewling came from Tifa whenever Aerith penetrated her or made a single revolution. How did Aerith know how to do this to her?
Muffled, garbled words escaped Tifa as she attempted to coax Aerith on, to tell her how much she enjoyed her ministrations. Of course, her tightness, her drenched clothing and dripping thighs, and her frantic moans told Aerith everything. Her plan worked far better than she must have expected. All thought fled from Tifa’s mind.
Aerith pumped faster, her fingers pistoning in and out of Tifa’s naughty cunt. Her feverish motions might tear Tifa’s underwear or even her shorts, but neither of them cared. Tifa continued to squirm under Aerith’s unending assault. She had never experienced anything quite like this before, and lightheadedness overtook her as ecstasy filled her with each passing moment.
To Tifa’s surprise, Aerith pulled back and broke their passionate kiss. A wet smack sounded, and a strand of saliva trailed between their lips. Tifa craned forward to keep them together for a second longer, but Aerith shifted out of reach. A whine escaped her throat, and Aerith smirked.
“That felt good, didn’t it, Tifa?” Aerith asked, her husky voice laced with lust and mischievousness. She didn’t stop fingering or groping.
Moans tumbled out of Tifa, but she managed to nod.
Aerith grinned and threw herself back at Tifa. Rather than resume where they left off, she attacked Tifa’s neck once more. Loud, wet kisses smacked, and Tifa cocked her head to the side to give her partner easier access. Between the frantic smooches, Aerith nipped at Tifa and raked her teeth over the sore spots.
Shivers ran through Tifa, and she whined in ecstatic delight. Gasping and other unladylike noises seeped out of her, the only sounds she was able to make. Still, Aerith didn’t relent. Her fingers pumped Tifa’s pussy, spreading and curling here and there. The shifting depth, thickness, and method brought her to the brink once more.
“Aerith,” Tifa blurted out, panicked, finding her voice. “You’re going to—”
“I know,” Aerith said, her hot, heavy breath invading Tifa’s ear. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she shuddered. “You’re so tight yet so wet, and you keep making those lovely noises.” A shuddering huff escaped Aerith. “I love seeing you like this, quivering and moaning at my touch.”
Tifa gasped and coiled around Aerith’s pumping fingers. Each time Aerith drove into her, she made sure to focus her attention on Tifa’s weak point. Tifa’s thighs squished together, and Aerith slowed. She opened her mouth to apologize, to tell her she didn’t want Aerith to stop, but only a pathetic squeal of delight eked out of her.
Aerith took Tifa’s earlobe between her teeth and gave it a playful tug. “You’re squeezing so tightly, Tifa. Are you trying to stop me?”
Breathy moans ripped from Tifa’s lungs, and she shook her head. “N-no. Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning on it, but I love how into it you are.” A tender kiss graced Tifa’s cheek before Aerith resumed making out with her neck. “I’m glad.”
Tifa’s heart fluttered, and she gripped Aerith all the tighter. Pleasure inundated her from the relentlessness of the other woman. She rocked her hips in time with Aerith’s ministrations, forcing her deeper and harder against her hypersensitive clit. Her chest and crotch ached, and she longed for another potent, forceful release.
Ragged huffs escaped Tifa, and she puffed her bosom out, her back arched to its limits. Aerith’s hand sank into her soft, pillowy tits beneath her top. Her intense groping made up for the difference in size. Aerith slipped Tifa’s nipples between her fingers and pinched and rolled them here and there while she alternated fondling each of her breasts. Her attentiveness and skill drove Tifa wild.
“Yes,” Tifa breathed. Whether Aerith heard her or not, she didn’t care; she had to let it out. “Play with my breasts more and finger me faster. I—” she yelped, almost slipping over the edge.
Aerith leaned close, her body pressing against Tifa’s forcing her hands deeper, harder. “What was that? Your cute noises are making it hard to understand you.”
Heat flared in Tifa’s cheeks, but she couldn’t stop herself from moaning and mewling. “Keep going. You’re so good at this. I…you’re going to make me...cum again.”
“Oh,” Aerith breathed, trembling, the first sign that her actions also took a toll on her. “That’s what I like to hear. You’re so hot when you’re on the verge of cumming on my fingers. Maybe I’ll have to surprise you more often.”
Tifa’s heart leapt into her throat, and she let out an eager, needy noise. A giggle bubbled up out of Aerith, and she sped up her ministrations. Force grinded against Tifa’s g-spot over and over and over and over. She whined and shuddered, her strength failing her. If Aerith continued like this, Tifa was going to make quite a mess of herself.
“Please,” Tifa moaned as juices gushed from her naughty pussy.
Hot breath greeted Tifa’s ear again, and goosebumps rose along her arms. “Please what, Tifa? You have to tell me, or I won’t know what to do.” The smile on Aerith’s face came through in her devilish, teasing tone, and Tifa writhed.
“Please make me cum again. I need it.” Embarrassment burned in Tifa’s chest, but the ecstasy infecting her and her need for her inevitable impending orgasm overpowered any shame she might have felt.
“Since you asked like such a good girl, I think I can do that for you. Just, this time,” Aerith’s lips brushed Tifa’s sensitive ear, her teeth grazing her the slightest bit, “tell me when you’re about to burst.” She inhaled, sharp and heavy. “I want to hear you say it.”
Tifa tensed, her insides gripping Aerith tighter. She trembled and squirmed and rocked, trying to push her friend to finish her. Desperation surged, outpacing her pleasure. She wanted, needed to cum, to give Aerith what she desired. Why she yearned to please the other woman more than climax for her own sake baffled her.
Each time Aerith rammed into her knuckles, Tifa moaned louder. Her clit ached, overstimulated, yet she didn’t dare try to stop Aerith. Frantic, incessant fingers drove into Tifa, splitting and stretching her coiling cunt with ease. Arousal leaked from her, and she couldn’t hold on any longer.
“A-Aerith,” Tifa managed between moans and gasping breaths. “I can’t.” her need to speak only caused her chest, and everything else, to tighten up. “Please.”
“I don’t know, Tifa,” Aerith said, grinding Tifa’s g-spot and swollen, little button. “You’re not being very clear right now.” An impish grin greeted Tifa as she attempted to open her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Tifa cried out, transforming into a squeak of a moan. “I’m so close. I’m going to cum.” Her heartbeat hammered, and her breath seized. “Please, Aerith, make me cum.”
A huff escaped Aerith, blowing over Tifa’s damp flesh. “Oh, fuck, Tifa, you’re so hot right now. Of course I’ll make you cum.” She increased her pace, and Tifa threw her head back, moaning. “Let it all out.”
“Aerith,” Tifa squealed, succumbing to the moment. “C-cumming!”
Unable to hold back, Tifa shrieked Aerith’s name and clamped down on her furious digits. Excitement squirted from her happy pussy, showering herself and the other woman’s hand. Each fiber in her being went taut, and she convulsed. Her womanhood spasmed, milking Aerith’s wonderful fingers as she continued to finger her without hesitation.
Mewling seeped out of Tifa as tingles tickled her flesh. More and more love juices flowed from her to stain her drenched clothing and the ground beneath her. “Aerith” tumbled from her gasping lips every once in a while. She writhed in ecstatic bliss, any tension or shame that remained in her melted away.
“Oh, wow,” Aerith said, surprised. She fingered and groped Tifa, relentless, yet she began to slow down. “You really made a mess.” Aerith giggled in Tifa’s ear. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Tifa nodded, instinctual, whilst tremors wracked her body.
“Good girl.” Aerith planted several tender kisses on Tifa’s neck and pulled away.
Tifa swayed forward with Aerith’s movement. Her weakened muscles quavered, and she almost collapsed, but her friend pushed her back against the wall. Aerith gave Tifa one latest squeeze on both her breasts before she retreated. Her hand popped out from beneath Tifa’s top and her other slipped upward.
A moan escaped Tifa as Aerith slid out of her satisfied womanhood. She shuddered, sliminess trailing up her abdomen. Her eyes fluttered open as she panted, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. Aerith smirked, brought her digits up, and showed off the glistening wetness that coated all over her.
Tifa went to say something, but Aerith stuffed her fingers into her mouth. Aerith’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked all of Tifa’s juices off. Each one slipped out of her pursed lips with a wet pop, clean. Tifa quivered at the sight, at the fact that someone tasted such an intimate place. Not that she expected Aerith to shy away now.
“So sweet,” Aerith said, smiling. “I’ll see you around, Tifa.” Without hesitation, she jumped, feet together, arms behind her back, and leaned in. She planted a tender kiss on Tifa’s cheek before pivoting and strutting away with a spring in her step.
Desire carried Tifa forward, but she floundered. Scuffing sounded. Her legs quaked, weak, and her head spun. She fell back against the wall, groping for support. All she could do was watch her friend disappear around the corner into the passing crowd, none of them wise to what she had just done.
Letting out a harsh breath, Tifa shook her head. What just happened? Aerith swept in, overpowered her, made her cum, and left without any explanation. While it was clear that she enjoyed herself—her drenched panties and shorts were proof enough—she didn’t understand it. Did Aerith want her to chase her and return the favor or was she content to ravage Tifa and leave her a confused mess?
Tifa glanced down. A puddle of her excitement pooled between her feet. How she had let out so much, she didn’t know, but Aerith’s skilled fingers coaxed it out of her all the same. She shivered, eyes fluttering. The pleasure the other woman inundated her with was beyond anything she had ever felt. Her tiredness and soreness had vanished during her orgasms.
Trembling, Tifa adjusted her clothing. In her frantic desire to finger and grope her, Aerith hadn’t considered what her actions might do…besides the obvious. Tifa scooched her sports bra back down and shimmied her skirt up onto her hips. She could do nothing about her soaked underwear but smile and hope Aerith didn’t keep her waiting too long before surprising her again.