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Aiah huffed as she plopped her head onto her pillow in the pitch black of the tour bus. She was absolutely exhausted from the constant performing and traveling that the BINIverse Tour demanded but she couldn't seem to find sleep. She checked her phone for the thousandth time, squinting into the bright light only to see that she still had no new messages. It was 2am in the Philippines and Andrew had probably fallen asleep by now, he had school tomorrow. At least that's what Aiah guessed, she had no idea what day of the week it was. Huffing again, she sat upright in her bunk and opened up her Tumblr app. She had given up on sleeping at this point and thought maybe some mindless scrolling would help her drift off.
Aiah was flicking her thumb over her screen, absentmindedly gazing at various pictures and quotes with half lidded eyes, when she saw that a blog was going on a porn gif spree. It was a hipster blog so they were all pretty tame, showing mostly thrusting under blankets and lovers devouring each other's mouths. She might have paused a little too long on one of a woman being kissed in a little more intimate area. She didn't normally find three second porn gifs particularly exciting, but Aiah felt a familiar throbbing between her legs despite herself.
Great, she thought to herself. Exhausted, restless, and now turned on flying down an unknown highway on a bus full of other people, including her bandmates. It had been awhile since she'd had some relief in that department though. Even though she had Andrew now they weren't official and hadn't spent enough time together for their relationship to develop past some pretty hot make out sessions, which of course just left her frustrated with the same thumping in her pants that she had now. At least at home she had a way to easily relieve herself.
It had been a birthday gift from Stacey meant to embarrass her and her plan definitely worked. Aiah had blushed profusely when she opened it in front of her friends, and set it aside as if to forget about the pink contraption. She blushed even now thinking about her first night experimenting with it. She remembered sitting on the edge of her tub and timidly pressing the power button, causing the pink rubber come to life in her hands, a faint buzzing filling the tiled room. She had blasted Taylor Swift to remain inconspicuous when she realized there was no way to control her cries of pleasure when the little machine was on its highest level.
But of course she couldn't have brought that with her on tour for obvious reasons. It was a lot easier to hide from her mom than her nosy bandmates. Although with all the rattling of the bus and the constant swoosh of cars passing them the buzzing probably would have flown under the radar. The same couldn't be said for Aiah's unruly mouth, however.
She really shouldn't have thought about her pink friend at home because now all she's thinking about is quelling this aching between her thighs. She had never relieved herself on the tour bus before it had always seemed strange with her friends surrounding her - but right now she really didn't care. Aiah popped her head out from her top bunk to make sure that everyone was asleep. When she was only met with rattling and soft snores, she closed her curtain once more and slipped her hand into her panties to assess the situation.
Damn, she thought. She was already soaked and incredibly sensitive. It really had been a long time. Slipping her thong off and discarding it at the end of her bunk, she tried to forget about the girls that were sleeping soundly in their own bunks. Gwen’s snores were pretty hard to ignore from the bunk above her, but Aiah didn't hear any noise coming from Jhoanna in the bunk directly across from her. She hoped that was a good thing. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something sexy.
Cupping her bra-less breasts through her thin t-shirt, she felt her nipples harden as she kneaded them softly. Giving them a little pinch, she closed her eyes and exhaled in pleasure. She tried to remember that one time Andrew had coped a feel when they were kissing in his back seat. For some reason the memory wasn't exactly eliciting good feelings.
She felt her mind drift to earlier that day when she had caught Jhoanna openly staring at her chest in her very exposing stage costume. Aiah had to admit the black lace was pretty sexy, but the look on Jhoanna's face spoke volumes. Aiah had made a joke about her eyes being pretty enticing too, but Jhoanna got so flustered when she was caught that Aiah had a hard time forgetting about it. She wondered if Jhoanna would try to touch her as Andrew had, if given the chance. Delicate hands palming her breasts, a slender thumb flicking over a hardened nipple...
Whoa. Aiah stopped her movement on her chest for a moment. Jhoanna should be the last thing on her mind right now, what the hell? Shaking her head to rid herself of her own thoughts, she moved her hands down her body. She felt down her toned stomach and massaged her inner thighs, squirming as she felt her arousal grow. Thinking about Andrew obviously wasn't working for her so she settled on Johnny Depp and his own toned abs. He has abs, right? She couldn't remember.
She did however remember very vividly the crop top that Jhoanna wore earlier today that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, hugging the curve of her breast before cutting off and exposing her entire stomach. And she definitely remembered the way her abdominal muscles flexed under her caramel skin as she rolled her hips playfully for the crowd...
Aiah's eyes popped open. Literally what the fuck. She realized she was squeezing her thighs almost painfully now and her breathing had become heavier. This was really not the best time for her to be thinking about her best friend. Sure, she may like to look a little longer than necessary when Jhoanna flashed her winning smile or maybe admire her butt in tight pants every once in a while but she was not about to get herself off to Jhoanna. And the thought of Jhoanna bending over in her short stage costume, barely revealing the curve of her butt where it connected to her long slender legs...
Aiah felt heat shoot straight to her center and goodness, she was really throbbing now. She was about to make a conspicuous stain on her sheets too if she didn't hurry up and get this over with. Sighing to herself, she thought maybe this was the easiest way to make this go faster. Jhoanna didn't have to know, right? Covering her own face in shame, she brought her hand to her dripping center and gingerly touched her throbbing clit. Her breath hitched as she brushed over her bundle of nerves and started to gently rub it, only applying a tiny amount of pressure.
Waves of pleasure washed through her even with the minimal contact. She really was worked up. Aiah really couldn't help herself now, her mind went directly to the girl in the bunk across from her. What if she wasn't asleep? What if she was awake listening to the little pants of pleasure that Aiah was letting out despite herself? Aiah imagined Jhoanna's brow furrowed in concentration as she slipped her delicate hand into her panties, biting her lip to keep from moaning in pure ecstasy. Aiah almost let out a moan herself at the thought, and added more pressure to her fingers working in circles on her little nub.
Her breathing was becoming erratic and she knew she should probably keep it down but she was in absolute bliss, rubbing herself in slow, deliberate strokes. Her wetness was covering her thighs now and was probably dripping onto her sheets but Aiah didn't care. Her other hand snaked down to her center and she ran a fingertip through her slick, velvety folds. Her breathing had started to escalate into little whimpers and although her clit loved the attention it was getting, her core was absolutely aching.
When she couldn't take her own teasing anymore, she slipped a solitary finger into her burning core and let out a rather loud gasp. Shit. She stopped her ministrations for a bit even though her entire body was aching for release and her muscles were contracting around her finger, trying to pull it in deeper. She really needed to be quiet, though. She reassured herself that everyone was asleep but she had to admit that the danger of getting caught was adding to the thrill of it all.
Once her heart was thumping in between her legs rather than her throat she continued her movements, letting her mouth hang open as pleasure washed over her once again. On cue, her mind immediately went to Jhoanna. This time she didn't hold back, not caring what her Impure thoughts meant, only caring that they made her hot as hell.
She thought about that time she and Jhoanna had a tickle fight on a couch in the office of the recording studio. Aiah ended up on top (of course) and in a fit of giggles had accidentally pressed her knee into Jhoanna's center. She might have accidentally did it again when she saw Jhoanna's eyes widen and her ears turn red. The second time Jhoanna let out a breathy whimper that made Aiah want to cause a thousand more, but they had been rudely interrupted by Maloi barging through the door, trying to make a TikTok. In Aiah's fantasy, however, there was no interruption and they didn't stop until Jhoanna was writhing naked in Aiah's arms, lascivious moans tumbling from her perfect lips.
Aiah let out a whimper at the thought, her fingers working her deliciously inside and out. Her solitary finger started to stroke a certain spot inside of her that made her hips buck up from her mattress. Her head rolled back as she massaged her sweet spot over and over, feeling the familiar coil in the pit of her stomach beg to be released. All of the sudden she imagined it was Jhoanna's finger stroking her into ecstasy and she almost came immediately. Fuck, she thought to herself as she removed her fingers and let her channel spasm at emptiness. She wasn't ready just yet, she was enjoying this way too much.
For some reason she couldn't think of anything more erotic than Jhoanna's slender fingers slipping in and out of her, stroking all the right places and frankly fucking her senseless. If Aiah had been in her right state of mind she would have blushed at the thought, but right now all she wanted was Jhoanna to fill her up, full and hard and deep. This time she let two fingers slip into her molten care, and she imagined that they were Jhoanna's perfectly manicured digits. Aiah couldn't hold back the (thankfully) quiet moan that escaped her throat at the fantasy.
Aiah suddenly felt deliciously dirty as she rocked her hips into her hand, breathing heavily as her bank was filled with the sound of her fingers pumping her dripping sex. She draped her leg over the side of her bunk onto the floor, accidentally flinging her thong off her bunk and into the hallway in the process. Fuck it, she thought. All she could think of was Jhoanna's hand stroking her walls and her lips wrapped around a taught nipple. Aiah was definitely close now, her hands having built her up for what seemed like forever. Ripples of ecstasy started to rack Aiah's body and she just increased her pace, sweaty and breathing hard and in absolute heaven. When her pleasure started to build Aiah realized that there was no way she was going to be able to keep quiet. Not even her pink friend had brought her to these heights.
“Shit, Jhoanna..." she heard herself whine in a breathy voice as she approached her climax.
Aiah's eyes widened and her mouth hung open in shock at the intensity of her fast-approaching pleasure before her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her back arched off her bunk and her fingers were trapped inside of her as she tumbled into oblivion. Blinding pleasure filled Aiah's world and if she had an ounce less of will power she would have filled the bus with a piercing scream. Luckily something deep within her trapped the scream of ecstasy in her throat as her eyes rolled back in her head and her legs convulsed, toes curling. Her free hand grabbed her pillow and put it over her head to muffle the low grunts that followed as she rode out her orgasm, shaking and twitching.
When the final aftershocks subsided and Aiah was able to withdraw her fingers she didn't even want to know what kind of mess she had left on her sheets. They were already sticking to her and her scent filled the bank. She couldn't even think about moving for a couple minutes but eventually she decided that she should probably retrieve her thong. She really didn't feel like explaining why she wasn't wearing it in the morning.
Drawing back the curtain of her bunk, she slipped stealthily onto the floor and tried to adjust her eyes to the light to find her black panties in the darkness. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard movement in Jhoanna's bunk. And heavy breathing. And finally, a breathy moan of, “Ate Aiah..."
***
Jhoanna lay awake in her bunk for the third night in a row on the girls' tour bus as the vehicle flew down an unknown highway to their next destination. Her thoughts were racing as she lay staring unseeingly at the bunk above her. This tour was by far the most fun they had yet but it also demanded the most from the girls. The thought of performing in front of sold out stadiums still left Jhoanna with butterflies that kept her awake most nights. Gwen’s soft snores were comforting as she tried to get control of her nerves. If her bandmate could relax, so could she.
Unfortunately Gwen’s bunkmate was having the same luck as Jhoanna trying to get to sleep and had been on her phone for the last ten minutes, the faint light shining out of her curtain to paint a stripe on the wall. When the light finally went out, Jhoanna closed her eyes and tried to drift off. After a few unsuccessful minutes she heard Aiah's snores drifting into her bunk. Jhoanna smiled to herself at the little sounds, forgetting that Aiah never snores, until the soft breathing turned into little whimpers and pants. Jhoanna's eyes shot open in confusion. Was she having a nightmare? Jhoanna was seriously contemplating getting up and trying to rouse Aiah from her unpleasant dream until she heard sharp gasp. It was followed by a sigh that was unmistakably dripping with lust.
Jhoanna squeezed her eyes shut when the realization of what Aiah was doing hit her. Oh God, she thought as her mind was flooded with images of her best friend in the throes of ecstasy, her chest heaving and her hands between her thighs. Jhoanna shook her head, trying to force the fantasy from her mind. This was definitely not the first time her mind had conjured up dirty images of Aiah but it was the first time she had a front row seat to the woman of her fantasies pleasuring herself. If she was being honest with herself in most of her fantasies it was Jhoanna causing the breathy moans that were drifting into her bunk and continually getting louder.
Jhoanna wasn't sure when she first realized she was sexually attracted to Aiah. It must have been a while ago, though, because she couldn't remember sharing a dressing room with the brown-eyed beauty without trying to sneak a peak of her ivory skin in various stages of undress. She had to admit that Aiah's outfits for this tour had her leering even outside of the dressing room. Jhoanna could barely keep her eyes off of Aiah's chest when her full breasts were almost protruding from her skimpy costume (she was honestly surprised that Aiah had only caught her once). Jhoanna kind of had a slight fascination with that particular part of her body ever since she had walked in on Aiah changing a week ago and saw more than she ever meant to, without even trying.
Aiah was bent over her bag fishing out some panties when Jhoanna came barging in unannounced. She was wearing a black lacy thong that exposed her entire ass and just barely covered her mound. And nothing else. Jhoanna nearly had a heart attack when she was met with that sight and tried to leave, apologizing profusely. Aiah just laughed her off with her back still turned and told her to get whatever she needed. Jhoanna's pulse was still going through the roof as she gingerly stepped over to her own bag and pretended to look for her hairband. With her face turned downwards, she glanced to her right and saw that a conveniently placed mirror was giving her the view she had only dreamed about. Aiah had found the panties she planned on wearing onstage (lace chaffed too much) and was now standing upright, still almost completely naked. Jhoanna's eyes widened comically as the mirror gave her a perfect profile view of Aiah's body.
Her eyes scanned over Aiah's creamy skin covering the lines of her abs and up to the curve of her luscious left breast tipped with a hardened pink nipple. Jhoanna's mouth went dry and she forced herself to look away, feeling guilty for seeing her friend so exposed. She found her hair tie in two seconds after standing at her bag for way too long and turned around to leave.
Jhoanna stopped in her tracks when she realized that Aiah had hooked her thumbs in to the sides of her thong and had started to pull it down, obviously confident that her friend was still turned around. Jhoanna couldn't tear her eyes away as the black lace continued its journey down shapely hips and over her generous backside. She let out a little gasp when she saw the beginning of full, pink lips and had to turn around and pretend she was still occupied in her bag, her lip caught in between her teeth.
"Jho, okay ka lang ba?” Aiah asked in a concerned tone, pulling on her underwear.
“Ah— oo naman!” she spat out, a little too fast. “Nahanap ko na hair tie ko, finally,” she said with a chuckle, waving the purple elastic over her shoulder.
Aiah finished her change of underwear and had quickly slipped into her dress. Jhoanna was still standing at her bag trying to ignore the tingling between her thighs, afraid that if she turned around again she would find even more fuel for her wild imagination.
“Jho, pwede pa-help sa zipper?”
"Uh, sige,” Jhoanna squeaked, finally turning around and approaching her friend.
Jhoanna's fingers fumbled with the zipper as the scent of vanilla flooded her senses. She was acutely aware that her face was inches from Aiah's neck. She could feel the girl's heat radiating from her smooth skin and she remained standing behind her for a little too long after she had zipped up her dress.
"Thanks, Jho,” Aiah sang before slipping out of the dressing room.
Jhoanna eyed the thong still lying on the top of Aiah's bag for a second. She shook her head, scolding herself for the thought before making her way out the room herself. She would definitely have to do something about the wet patch forming in her own underwear later on tonight.
Jhoanna was snapped back to reality by the throbbing in between her thighs caused by her memory and the sounds coming from the bunk across from her. She knew she was already soaked so it was no surprise when her nimble fingers were met with slick heat as she slid her hand under the waistband of her underwear. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her fingertips traced her folds, bumping against her straining clit.
A little desperate moan followed by lewd, wet noises let Jhoanna know exactly how Aiah was getting herself off. She felt her core clench at the thought as her fingers were met with more wetness. She normally didn't do much more than circle her stiff nub until she saw stars but Aiah's moans of delight were making her wonder how good it would feel to have a finger or two inside her. Maybe even Aiah's. Jhoanna's breathing was becoming labored as she started to circle her entrance, applying the smallest amount of pressure and feeling it give. Her core clenched again as white heat shot through her body. Yes, this was definitely a good idea.
Every sensation Jhoanna felt was heightened by the sheer eroticism of touching herself at the same time as Aiah, knowing that she was feeling the same pleasure and was obviously nearing her climax. Jhoanna brought down her other hand to give her clit much needed attention as her finger pushed past the yielding flesh into molten heat. It took everything in her not to cry out as her channel clenched and spasmed, sending tendrils of pleasure all through her body.
Just when she thought Aiah's noises couldn't get any sexier, she whimpered a name that made Jhoanna's mouth hang open in disbelief. Because it was her name.
“Shit, Jhoanna..."
The brown-eyed girl's heart stopped for a split second as she realized exactly what Aiah was thinking about, more importantly who she was thinking about, right before her orgasm ripped through her. She watched Aiah's leg that was peeking out of her curtain shake and her toes curl as pleasure overtook her body and she grunted with the sheer intensity of her climax.
Oh my God, Jhoanna thought as another gush of wetness coated her hand. Could Aiah really think about Jhoanna the same way she thought about her? Could she really touch herself to the thought of Jhoanna doing exactly what she had wanted to do for months now? Her mind was reeling as her finger pumped in and out and her hand massaged her clit. Her teeth found her bottom lip while she struggled to keep in her moans.
Images of Aiah's tongue in between her legs and her piercing brown gaze looking up at her danced behind her eyes as white heat shot up her spine. Jhoanna's judgment went out the window and in between her ragged breaths she managed to whisper, "Ate Aiah.."
Suddenly Jhoanna's eyes shot open and she found that the piercing gaze she was imagining was now in fact locked onto her own, in the flesh and on her knees in the hallway of their tour bus. Her eyes widened in fear at the thought of Aiah finding her in such a compromising position, whispering her name with her hands tucked into her pajama pants. She quickly withdrew her hands (much to her body's protest) and opened her mouth to explain.
Aiah, sensing she was about to speak, threw her hand over Jhoanna's mouth and shook her head furiously. Jhoanna was suddenly hit with the scent of Aiah, a sweet musk that made her eyes roll into the back of her head as she remembered where that hand had just been. Aiah seemed to remember at the same moment and quickly drew her hand back, mortified at what she had just done. But Jhoanna's reaction hadn't gone unnoticed. They locked eyes once more and an air of realization passed between them. Aiah's gaze travelled from Jhoanna's flushed face and chest to her hands shining with wetness.
When she looked back she saw Jhoanna was staring hungrily at the apex of her thighs, where she was still entirely uncovered. Aiah's cheeks burned and she made a move to cover herself with her skimpy thong but Jhoanna grabbed her hand. Spurred by her arousal and pure adrenaline, Jhoanna tugged her friend’s hand to her mouth once more and this time drew a finger between her lips. She sucked on Aiah's digit, swirling her tongue around it and savoring the sharp taste while never dropping her gaze. Dark brown eyes glazed over with lust at the sight.
Jhoanna released the now shining finger but left it on her lips, wearing a smirk that challenged Aiah to make the next move.
***
Aiah was so stunned that for a moment she couldn't do anything. All she could think about was Jhoanna's warm, wet mouth and the way her tongue caressed her finger desperate to taste Aiah. And how she was desperate to taste Jhoanna, too. So it might have been the fact that it was almost 2AM or it might have been the wetness she felt pooling once more between her legs, but she decided to ignore the voice in her head screaming “what are you doing?” and crawled into the bunk.
She settled her knees on either side of Jhoanna's hips and closed the curtain. Her vision had adjusted to the low light but now she wished it hadn't because as she looked down into the wide brown eyes below her, she realized just how intimate this position was and how she didn't have a clue what she was doing. Jhoanna's smirk was replaced with a look of fascination as she gazed at Aiah, her eyes flicking down to her mouth when she could tear them away from the pools of brown. Aiah felt hot puffs of breath on her face and glanced down at the girl's parted lips.
Her mind filled with images of all the things she imagined those full lips doing to her and the memory of her warm tongue and before she knew it she was pressing her own lips against them. Jhoanna gasped a little before exhaling through her nose in a delighted sigh as she moved her lips against Aiah's, wrapping her arms around her neck. Their lips moved inexpertly but the contact was intoxicating and Jhoanna pushed against the back of Aiah's head while she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss.
Aiah explored Jhoanna's mouth hesitantly at first, but she grew bolder with every whimper that Jhoanna let out. Aiah took Jhoanna's bottom lip in between her own for a moment before giving it a nip and diving back into her mouth to flick her tongue across the roof. Jhoanna was going wild beneath her, letting out sounds that were much too loud for their current position and bucking her hips as the girl above her claimed her mouth. Her mind was hazing over with need and all she could think about was how Aiah wanted her. There was no need for pretense at this point. They both knew what the other wanted and the mutual understanding was liberating.
Jhoanna's hands had been tangling in Aiah's hair but soon she remembered that there were a lot better places they could be and started roaming downwards. She had to hold in a groan when her hands met Aiah's bare ass and she gave it a playful squeeze. Aiah gasped above her. It was a small feminine sound that almost sounded affronted but she immediately pushed back into Jhoanna's hands that were now full-on groping. Jhoanna's hands traveled upwards and grasped the hem of her shirt, separating their lips to pull it over her head. The garment was thrown at the foot of the bed and Aiah had just enough room to sit up and run her hands through her disheveled hair.
Jhoanna was entranced by the stunning woman on top of her and her eyes drank in all that she hadn't let herself before. Her mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pink folds resting on her abdomen and she imagined running her tongue over the contours of her taut, ivory stomach. Finally she gazed intently at her sumptuous breasts, full and pert and rising slightly with her arms and Jhoanna couldn't stop herself if she tried. She sat up abruptly and took a soft breast into her open mouth, flicking her tongue over the nipple to feel it harden and palming the other. Aiah let out a small "Oh!" and moved her hands to the back of Jhoanna's head to push her closer as she bent her head down. Jhoanna's mouth was hungrily lavishing her breast, sucking as much as she could her mouth before running her tongue over the firm pink nipple and giving it a nip.
“Ang ganda ng dede mo, Ate Aiah. Ang sarap sipsipin,” she whispered before moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment.
Aiah giggled at Jhoanna's enthusiasm, to which she responded with a shhhh while still pressed firmly against her breast. The warm air against her nipple shot heat straight to her core, which was now spreading wetness against Jhoanna's stomach where her shirt had ridden up. Jhoanna was sure she had soaked through her own underwear by now. With Aiah's perfect breast in her mouth and her juices on her stomach, her pajama shorts were next. She could have gone on forever but Aiah put her hand under her chin to draw her up for a searing kiss before gently guiding her back down to the bed.
Aiah kept their lips connected as she hooked her fingers into the thin straps of Jhoanna's cami and drew it downwards. Once the offending material exposed Jhoanna's breasts to her she pressed herself against the mounds, sliding their nipples against each other easily with the wetness Jhoanna provided earlier. The feeling of their stiff nipples grinding on each other was sending shockwaves through both of them. Jhoanna wanted to moan her approval but restricted herself to a low mmmm while still lost in Aiah's mouth. Their bodies were getting hotter by the second, having them pressed so closely, and Jhoanna's mind was in a haze of heat and lust.
Dragging Jhoanna's lip between her teeth, Aiah separated their bodies to continue pulling down the tanned girl's restrictive clothing. She pulled the shirt down to her hips and took her pajama shorts and panties off in one motion along with the cami, sliding the clothing down long smooth legs to be kicked to the end of the bunk. Aiah's eyes grew wide as she looked at Jhoanna's lithe form lying exposed before her and her own body thrummed with excitement. She quickly leaned down to lavish her neck, suddenly overcome with the desire to taste every inch of her caramel skin.
She slid her tongue down to her defined collarbones, sucking for a moment before leaving a trail of sloppy open mouthed kisses over both of her breasts. Jhoanna's panting was steadily getting louder as Aiah moved farther down. She paused when she noticed the wet patch that had been left by her own arousal. She locked eyes with Jhoanna before licking a hot stripe over her toned abdominal muscles, tasting herself on Jhoanna’s stomach.
The brown-eyed girl let out a whimper at the sight of Aiah being so bold and uninhibited and started pushing on her shoulders lightly. Aiah's talented tongue was working wonders on her body there was a place she wanted it more. She didn't think she had ever throbbed so hard with need. Aiah shifted farther down in the bunk but there wasn't enough room to spread out, so she hooked her arms under Jhoanna's thighs and lifted her lower body off the mattress, bringing her core level with her mouth. Jhoanna's thighs rested on the older girl's shoulders and she felt yet another rush of wetness at the sight of her center so close to Aiah's face. She bucked her hips in desperation. She couldn't speak for fear of being heard but she just wanted to scream at Aiah to do something.
Aiah's brown eyes were transfixed on the glistening folds in front of her, taking in the sight of Jhoanna exposed and ready and keening her hips to her mouth. Jhoanna's brow was furrowed in frustration but her eyes rolled into the back of her head when Aiah ran a flat tongue up her slit.
Aiah almost groaned at the taste, not unlike her own but so specifically Jhoanna. She kissed her rock hard clit before swirling her tongue around it a few times, and then flicked it quickly with the tip of her tongue. The brown-eyed girl jerked her hips in reflex to the jolts of pleasure surging through her heated body. With only her shoulders on the bed, she felt utterly debauched thrusting her hips into Aiah's face and pressing her closer with her hand threaded through dark locks. She was already so close before Aiah even joined her that every touch was euphoric and she felt like she could come any second.
Aiah was going purely on instinct as she worked her lips and tongue through Jhoanna's folds. When she sucked on the straining bundle of nerves she received an answering squeak of approval, and when she moved her tongue to her entrance she could feel it clenching, Jhoanna's hand in her hair squeezed and Aiah opened her eyes to meet Jhoanna's hooded gaze. She nodded as if to yes, please and Aiah thrust her taut muscle into Jhoanna's molten core. Jhoanna had to bite her bite her fist to keep from crying out as Aiah's long tongue reached deep inside her, curling to hit a specific spot that made her mind go blank. Aiah reached her arm around to rub Jhoanna's clit while she thrust in and out, feeling her walls flutter around her tongue.
Jhoanna's hand in her hair tightened almost painfully and her back arched even further off the bed before she completely fell apart. Jhoanna's entire world was consumed by Aiah hitting that delicious spot inside of her as spikes of pleasure shot up her spine. She bit her hand fiercely to keep from screaming as her climax racked her body. Aiah had a hard time keeping a hold on Jhoanna's hips as she trashed around, her core clamping down on Aiah while releasing a gush of wetness that coated her mouth and chin. Jhoanna could barely comprehend anything except the fact that she was coming on Aiah's tongue, which just prolonged her ecstasy. Aiah kept laving her folds, lapping up all traces of Jhoanna's orgasm. She surprised herself at how much she wanted absolutely every part of Jhoanna.
With a final swipe over her sensitive clit, Aiah put Jhoanna back down on the bed and collapsed on top of her, trying to catch her breath. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and looked up at her brown-eyed girl, who was answering her gaze and still trembling with aftershocks. Aiah sat up and once again admired Jhoanna's beautiful body, entranced by the way her skin glistened and her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. She slid her hands over her petite frame before she laid against her once again.
They kissed slowly and deliberately this time, lips and tongues sliding over one another and finding a rhythm. Aiah fit her knee between Jhoanna's legs and settled down on her thigh. She may have already come once tonight but her core was pulsing again after seeing Jhoanna come undone. Jhoanna could feel Aiah's heat pooling against her leg. spreading wetness as her hips began to move. She let out a low moan when Aiah ground down and she could hear her slick arousal against her skin. Aiah rubbed her stiff nub against the smooth skin of Jhoanna's muscled thigh, finding it hard to keep their mouths together as she increased her pace. The bunk was hot and getting hotter as their bodies slid against each other, their stomachs sticking and their warm breath intermingling as their kiss became nothing more than bumping mouths.
Jhoanna was in a post orgasmic haze that was now turning back into lust as the dark haired beauty spread her wetness on Jhoanna for the second time. Aiah was letting out puffs of air that told her she was getting close, and Jhoanna remembered all of the sudden what really pushed Aiah off the edge earlier tonight. Her hands had been grabbing Aiah's butt, helping her grind down on her thigh, but she took one hand off and fit it in between Aiah's bucking hips.
Aiah stilled her movement, looking at Jhoanna in confusion before she sunk a finger deep into Aiah's burning core with no warning. Aiah's eyes widened as she gasped in surprise. Jhoanna immediately thrust in a second finger to which Aiah groaned and threw her head back, pushing down onto her hand even further. Jhoanna started moving her hand at a leisurely pace, curling her fingers and smiling smugly at Aiah's pleading expression. Aiah was beginning to whimper with every pump of Jhoanna's hand and she attached her lips to Jhoanna's to stifle the small sounds.
She was still grinding down on her digits slipping in and out of her hot core, willing her to go faster and harder. When Jhoanna got the message and started to increase her pace, Aiah had to muffle her moans on the crook of Jhoanna's neck.
“Gusto mo ‘to, Ate Aiah? Gusto mong fini-finger kita?” Jhoanna whispered, proud to be eliciting this reaction from the woman of her dreams.
"Y-Yes," Aiah croaked out, releasing a gush of wetness onto Jhoanna's pumping hand. Aiah's mind was reeling with desire as Jhoanna's fingers reached deep inside her before curling against her sweet spot with every thrust. Her fantasy of having Jhoanna's hand stroke her to ecstasy had been erotic enough but the real thing was better than she could have imagined. Her walls were fluttering already and she knew she was close but she just absolutely needed Jhoanna to fill her up completely.
"Jho, more pa,” Aiah whimpered against her neck, her hips moving erratically on top of Jhoanna.
Jhoanna stopped her movement for a beat and positioned a third finger carefully at her entrance. She pushed it in slowly, a bit unsure and not wanting to hurt her. Aiah gasped again at the delicious stretch as she spasmed around her digits, white heat spreading through her body. She ground down again but Jhoanna was hesitant, only giving her shallow thrusts that hit her spot directly.
“Okay ka lang ba?” Jhoanna whispered. She had only had one finger and a (rather skilled) tongue inside herself so she had no idea what Aiah could handle.
Aiah was so close she almost growled in frustration and as an answer she grabbed Jhoanna's hand and shoved it as deep as it could go. Aiah grunted into her neck and Jhoanna moaned because Aiah was just so fucking hot when she took control. She thrust hard and fast into Aiah, now understanding exactly how she wanted it. Aiah's grunts escalated as she moved her hands to Jhoanna's hair and sucked on her neck, marking the woman that was taking her to her highest peak.
Suddenly the air was sucked out of her lungs as Jhoanna slammed into a part of her that made her hiss "Yes, yes, yes-" into the crook of her neck.
With one final thrust her back snapped into an almost painful are as her channel squeezed Jhoanna's fingers, gushing hot liquid into her palm. Her throat again threatened a scream of release but instead she sank her teeth into the flesh of Jhoanna's neck, letting out a little squeal despite her best efforts to keep quiet. Her body pulsed with pleasure, her mind in a fog of euphoria.
Jhoanna kept pumping even as her core clenched and spasmed, and as soon as Aiah came down from her high she was at the crest of another climax. Aiah could barely catch her breath before she was biting a new part of Jhoanna's neck and letting out an even higher pitched squeal. A smaller rush of wetness coated Jhoanna's hand before she slowed her movements and eventually pulled out. Aiah slumped against her, completely spent.
They both took a while to catch their breath, their slick bodies intertwined and their breasts pressed together. After a few minutes Aiah lifted her head up and gazed at Jhoanna with half lidded eyes. Jhoanna smiled at Aiah's relaxed expression and flushed cheeks and Aiah gave back a lazy grin. She lifted herself off of Jhoanna and turned to her side, grabbing the brown-eyed girl and rolling her so they were facing each other. She covered them both with the blanket and pulled Jhoanna flush with her body, intertwining their legs. Jhoanna nestled her face into the older girl's chest, placing a tender kiss against her collarbone. Aiah took a deep breath of contentment and pressed her lips to Jhoanna's hair before they both finally drifted off to sleep.
***
When Jhoanna woke, she found that her bunk was empty and her cami and underwear had been pulled back onto her. As the details of the night before came back to her she groaned into her pillow. There was no way she was ever going to be able to look at her best friend in the eyes again, or at all without wanting to rip off her clothes and drag her back into her bunk.
As she contemplated quitting the band and moving to Canada to avoid the horribly awkward situation, her hands drifted under her pillow and were met with a rough material. Confused, she pulled her hands out and found she was clutching black lacy panties. Those were definitely not there last night. Jhoanna chuckled in relief and amusement at Aiah's way of telling her that she enjoyed their little escapade as much as Jhoanna did.
After tugging on her shorts she pulled back the curtain of her bunk and crawled out, delighted to smell coffee brewing in the front of the bus. She adjusted her hair to cover the hickey she felt forming on the side of her neck where Aiah had claimed her last night. Her stomach fluttered at the memory as she made her way to the little kitchen on the bus, smiling at Gwen who was pouring herself a cup of coffee.
“Morning, Jho. Gusto mo ng kape? Special blend. Nabili ko sa Vancouver,” Gwen chirped, way too excited for the early hour.
“Sige. Thanks, Gwen,” Jhoanna said groggily, her eyes barely open yet.
She flopped into the booth seat at the table where Aiah was sitting, engrossed in her coffee and the magazine in front of her. She hadn't looked up yet and Jhoanna was about to make idle conversation when Gwen set her coffee down in front of her and gave her a confused look.
"Jho, baliktad ba ‘yang suot mo?” she asked, taking a closer look at her cami.
Aiah snorted into her coffee cup and Jhoanna's cheeks turned pink in embarrassment.
“Uh— pagod na pagod siguro ako kagabi—“ Jhoanna fumbled, looking pleadingly at Aiah to save her.
“Gwenny, give her a break. Hindi pa nga nakakapag-kape ‘yung tao," Aiah said nonchalantly, lifting her cup to her lips. “Baka she had a bad dream last night kaya magulo siya natulog,”
She looked at Jhoanna over the rim, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Or baka good dream,” Jhoanna replied, locking eyes with Aiah and smiling shyly. She lifted her coffee to her mouth and brown eyes watched intently as she licked her lips with a pink tongue before taking a sip. Gwen watched the exchange with a furrowed brow.
“Okay. Turn ko na sa hair and makeup in five minutes kaya una na muna ako.” Gwen said, gathering her things. “Jho, ikaw sunod sa’kin. ‘Wag kang male-late,”
“Subukan ko,” Jhoanna said unenthusiastically. Gwen rolled her eyes.
"Enjoy the coffee!" she sang as she descended the bus stairs.
When the door slammed shut, Aiah and Jhoanna were left in silence.
"So..." Jhoanna started, tapping her fingers on her coffee cup, her heart racing.
"So," Aiah mimicked, smirking, “Nasa dream mo ba ako last night?”
Jhoanna felt a grin forming as she gazed back at Aiah. Deciding to play coy she got up and placed her coffee cup on the counter.
"Hmm, siguro,” she said, pretending to contemplate it. “Hindi ko na maalala, Ate Aiah.”
Aiah scoffed in feigned disbelief. “Drop the Ate. Also, how dare you say na hindi mo na maalala?” She got up and stood behind Jhoanna at the counter. She snaked her arms around her waist, pressing her body into Jhoanna and pressing Jhoanna into the counter.
“Hindi mo 'to naaalala, Jho?” she husked into her ear before kissing her neck, running her tongue over the area before scraping her teeth along soft skin. Jhoanna sunk backwards into Aiah's body, closing her eyes and sighing as Aiah's lips traveled upwards.
“Hindi pa rin eh. Ipaalala mo pa sa’kin,” Jhoanna said teasingly, bringing her hand up to tangle in Aiah's hair.
“Eh ito?” Aiah asked, running her hands under Jhoanna's shirt to cup her breasts, kneading softly.
“Mmm, medyo naaalala ko na,” Jhoanna breathed, feeling her nipples harden in response and a familiar tingling between her legs. When she felt Aiah's hips press harder against her backside, she turned around and smashed their lips together, pushing Aiah into the wall behind her. Aiah whimpered and pulled her closer but when she ran her tongue along Jhoanna's bottom lip, the younger girl pulled away. Aiah's pupils were blown as she looked at her questioningly, but soon she was being pushed backwards down the hall.
“Actually, napanaginipan talaga kita kagabi,” Jhoanna said as she pushed a stumbling Aiah down the narrow hallway, attaching their lips every few seconds. “Kaso nabitin nung pumunta ka sa bed ko… half-naked.”
She guided Aiah into the lounge at the back of the bus, reaching her hand out to blindly push the button to close the sliding door.
“Tapos hinardfuck kita with my fingers,” Jhoanna husked into her ear, pushing her backwards onto the couch.
"Twice."
Aiah groaned, attaching her hands to Jhoanna's butt to pull her closer as she straddled the brown-eyed girl.
“And kung nagbibilangan tayo dito,” she said, grinding her hips against Aiah, “May utang ka pa sa’kin na one round, Aiah.”