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Daniela has just come back home from her date with Jonah. They have been talking for a few weeks now through texts, and have finally gone out to dinner for their first date. Daniela had been so excited to go out with him, as her previous endeavors - failed dates - had not gone as planned. She was hoping her date with Jonah would go better than her last date, at least, where her date said that he had to go somewhere for an emergency mid-kiss, dropping her back home silently.

She knew she was attractive. Still, that had her thinking. Was there something wrong with the way she kissed? Did she read the signs wrong? Did her mouth stink? That built up an insecurity in her, even making her develop a new oral routine.

Daniela has finally regained enough confidence to start putting herself back out there when she planned her date with Jonah.

Only for that feeling to be triggered.

She had been kissing Jonah in the car, parked outside of hers and the girls’ house. Daniela had thought that the kiss was going well, heat rising in her chest and stomach bubbling. Only for Jonah to abruptly stop the kiss and cough awkwardly, throwing a quick “I’ll call you, goodnight Daniela”, signaling her to leave the car.

Daniela had left his car confused as ever. Why is this happening again? Surely it can’t be her oral hygiene, but if it’s not that, then what is it? Her brain was going full speed through all the thoughts running through it. Her expression mimicked her inner turmoil. She walked to the front door and straight to her shared room with Manon.

As Daniela stepped into the room, eyebrows furrowed with confusion and worry written all over her face, Manon looked up from her phone, where she was sitting on the bed.

“How’d it go, Dani?” Manon probed, “I assume from your expression, not as imagined?”

Daniela drops her bag on the bedside table next to her bed, huffing as she sits on the bed, facing Manon.

“I just don’t get what happened,” Daniela admits.

Manon raises an eyebrow in curiosity, getting up to sit next to Daniela, prompting Daniela to shift her body so she’s facing her.  “We had a good time, and we were flirting through most of the night,” Daniela takes a breath, already embarrassed thinking about revealing what happened at the end of the date.

“Okay, and then what happened? Why do you look like the saddest puppy in town?” Manon wants to search Daniela’s eyes for answers, but Daniela has trouble meeting her gaze, fiddling with her cross necklace instead.

“Well, the date ended on a weird note,” Daniela hesitates, “We were in the middle of a pretty heated kiss, and he ended it so abruptly.”

Silence fills the room. Daniela finally looks up to see Manon’s reaction, expecting her to look at her pitifully, like she was a deer caught in the headlights.

She didn't expect to look up to see Manon trying not to laugh.

“No way,” Manon’s laughter fills the room, “I’m sorry, Dani, it’s not funny,” She says as Daniela covers her face with her hands.

“You’re so mean,” Dani muffles, “This is a disaster, I don't even know what's wrong with me,” she huffs.

Manon settles from laughing, reaching over to Daniela’s shoulder, rubbing small circles reassuringly, “What do you think is the problem, Dani?” Manon asks curiously.

“Well, I thought my breath was the issue the first time it hap-”

“Wait, hold up, is this not the first time something like this has happened?”

“No.”

Daniela saw something shift in Manon's expression, not reading much into it, she continued.

“Anyway, I thought that was the issue, so I changed that up. That's why I carry a travel toothbrush at all times.” She says lightheartedly, noticing Manon’s eyebrows scrunching.

Manon’s fingers are still rubbing her shoulder, allowing Daniela to continue, giving her space and comfort. “ I don't really know what to do now, I feel like shit.”

Daniela notices Manon looks like she's biting back her thoughts. Urging her to speak, Daniela gives her a soft smile, putting her hand over Manon’s on her shoulder.

“What is it, Manz?” Daniela asks, eager to know what goes on her best friend’s head.

Manon's eyes trailed from Daniela’s bandeau to her sandals. Daniela was wearing a sandy two-piece set that framed her chest sultrily, leaving little to the imagination. Her skirt sits low on her hips, hugging her hips, accentuating her figure. The body jewelry she wore was connected to her bandeau. It spread across her torso, making her body appear pearlescent. She wore thick black sandals with heels to complete the look. She looked gorgeous.

Manon blinks; she fails to understand how any man can deny Daniela of anything. Maybe they’re gay. After a few seconds of thinking, Manon speaks.

“I can’t think of any other reason other than that they might be gay,” Manon reluctantly adds, “or you might be kissing wrong.”

“Kissing wrong?” Daniela is taken aback at the comment. Sure, she learned kissing from a YouTube video, but she would like to think that she’s at least decent at it. She looks at Manon like she’s cursed her family, “I don't think that’s it,” she scoffs, taking her hand from Manon’s and folding her arms on her chest, clearly offended.

“Dani, how else do you explain what happened, twice, now?” Manon explains, “If you were both flirting all night and he stops making out with you so abruptly, then what do you think is the problem?” Manon says softly, trying to comfort Daniela, explaining her point of view.

Daniela gets to thinking about just how logical Manon’s conclusion is. All night, Jonah has been at the mercy of her feet. Why else would he stop when he finally got to kissing her? Daniela’s hands drop to her thighs, her bottom lip jutting out, almost quivering. She looks back up to catch Manon’s eyes.

“There is nothing embarrassing about not knowing how to kiss,” Manon reassures her, reaching over to where Daniela’s hand rests on her thigh.

“I can teach you,” Manon says casually, as if it’s just another random suggestion.

“But I’m straight,” Daniela points out, widening her eyes.

“Daniela, I’m not asking you to have sex with me,” Manon chuckles. Daniela blushes at that, “This doesn’t make you any less straight. Plus, I just want to see if you are a bad kisser.” Manon says, matter-of-factly.

Daniela hesitates to answer. On one hand, it would solve her issue and put her insecurities to rest. But on the other hand, she’s straight.

But if she trusts anyone to do this with, it would be Manon.

Daniela gazes at Manon, looking at her best friend’s figure sitting next to her. Daniela assumed Manon was getting ready for bed, wearing a black tank top and baggy sweatpants, the top of her hair hidden under her durag.

Manon was looking at her with reassuring eyes and a soft smile.

Daniela had never thought about kissing girls. She was raised in a Catholic household after all. She has always advocated for gay rights and has supported them, but never has it occurred to her to do it herself. Now that Manon has brought up this suggestion, she thinks of how different it’s going to feel from a man’s. She glances at Manon’s lips and can’t help but furrow her eyebrows at Manon, “But I’m straight…”

“Dani, I’m not questioning that,” Manon pleads, “All I’m offering is that if you are a bad kisser, I can teach you. You’re my best friend, best friends do this all the time.” Manon convinces. She hates seeing Daniela being so insecure about something like kissing, knowing that she had thought of Daniela’s lips a few times.

Daniela shifts uncomfortably in her seat, fully facing Manon now. She looks at Manon, looking at her eyes pensively. Manon looks at her like she holds the button to a nuke that would explode the world, subtly hinting to her that she has total control over the situation.

“Okay. “ Daniela whispers, “Yes, I think that would work.” She looks at Manon’s eyes for a split second before looking at the space between them shyly.

“Are you sure?” Manon asks softly, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, it doesn’t mean anything. You said it yourself, best friends do it all the time.” Daniela continues, “Plus, I'm pretty sure I'm not all that bad at kissing.” Daniela says lightheartedly, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“Okay, show me what you got.” Manon inches closer to Daniela’s face, close enough for Daniela to initiate the kiss, giving her an encouraging look.

Daniela clears her throat, her eyes scanning her best friend's face. She looks at her features; she looks fresh, like she just took a shower. Her brown eyes are looking at her patiently; she thinks Manon is probably analyzing her face too. Daniela continues to appreciate Manon’s face, freckles plastered over her cheekbones, her septum resting under her nostrils. Daniela thinks Manon kind of reminds her of Bambi; her features are sharp in a way that makes her look intimidating, but her smile remains warm.

Daniela gently places her hand on Manon’s cheek, holding her face, inching closer till their lips were inches apart. She parts her lips, seeing Manon mirroring her actions, and finally, their lips meet delicately.

The first thing Manon notices is how soft Daniela’s lips are. She feels Daniela stiffen up slightly when their lips first meet, right before Daniela abruptly goes all in and becomes way too sloppy with her kiss. Tongue dancing against Manon’s slightly parted lips, trying to wedge its way in, without trying to ease Manon’s lips into the kiss.

“Whoa, Whoa Dani,” Manon utters as she slightly pushes Daniela’s shoulders, bringing their kiss to a halt, “What was that?”

Daniela opens her eyes, confusion written all over her face, and asks, “What? I’m kissing you!”

“You were trying to stuff my mouth with your tongue!” Manon chuckles, adjusting her seating position as she looks at Daniela as if she grew two heads. How can someone with such plump lips kiss so badly? She stares at her best friend in disbelief before realizing that she’s actually going to teach her best friend how to kiss.

Now, Manon would not classify herself as a kissing connoisseur, but she’s been told on several occasions that she’s a good kisser. The issue does not lie within teaching kissing, but it's who she's teaching it to. For the past three years, Daniela has been her best friend, her ride or die, her Dani. She would not want their friendship to get awkward and die in a pit.

Daniela was looking at her with curious eyes, trying to read her face.

Manon pushes that thought to the back of her head, clearing her throat as a way to gain composure. She’s glad that Daniela agreed to do this with her. She places Daniela’s hand back on her cheek with a reassuring smile. “Let’s start slow, peck my lips.”

Daniela nods, ever so lightly, and starts inching closer. She closes her eyes and pecks Manon, ignoring the way her heart slightly accelerates. This time around, she feels how soft Manon's lips are. She curses herself for thinking about how nice their lips feel against each other. Burying that thought for the time being, she pulls away slightly with a smile tugging at her lips.

“See? That wasn't so bad, right?” Manon whispers. Daniela shakes her head in agreement as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re going to focus on one of my lips. Don’t think about it, just do what feels right to you, I'll follow suit.” Manon subconsciously licks her lips, “Hey, kissing is like dancing, and you’re the best dancer I’ve ever met,” Manon says with a teasing smile.

Daniela appreciates how Manon is trying to ease her into it. She cannot imagine doing this with anyone else. The way her best friend knows exactly what to say at the right time. This makes her want to peck Manon once again, but she’s not sure if that would be weird. She settles for a soft chuckle instead, a blush rising to her cheeks.

She holds Manon’s face again, tracing her jaw with her thumb, and inches her face closer towards Manon. Initially placing a soft peck onto Manon’s lips, this one is for being so sweet, she thinks, before placing another peck. And finally, she leaps, takes Manon’s bottom lip between hers, kissing it tenderly. She feels Manon’s lips do the same to her upper lip, which was enough to start a cacophony of thoughts in her brain.

What the fuck? Daniela starts to think. Her chest is beginning to heat up, her stomach dropping. She feels a sound tugging at her throat, fuck am I about to moan? As she starts pulling away, Manon gently tugs at her upper lip.

Daniela lets out a whimper.

It was the smallest of sounds, but Manon heard it. Before Daniela can react to what she has done, she feels Manon start to smile against her lips, pulling away with a smug look on her face.

“Someone likes kissing, hm, Dani?” Manon bites her lip, noticing Daniela’s heavy breathing and scattered eyes.

“Oh my fucking god, shut the fuck up.” Daniela avoided her eyes; her face was red now, and she was sure Manon saw it too. “What’s next?” Daniela asks, hoping Manon would let the whimper go and focus on the task at hand.

“Next,” Manon shifts closer, looking at Daniela hungrily, “We add your favorite part.” Daniela looks at her, unsure of what she means. Manon licks her lips and whispers, “You can shove your tongue into my mouth.”

Daniela’s eyes widen. She’s a little worried about how to do so now that she knows she sucks at kissing. Clearing her throat, she asks, “Manon, I’m not sure how to do that anymore ever sinc-“

“Follow my lead.” Manon finalizes.

Manon grabs Daniela’s jaw tenderly, colliding their lips again. Daniela pecks Manon’s lips firmly before slipping Manon’s bottom lip between hers. Holy fuck, Daniela’s mind is racing as visions of Manon’s lips all over her body play in her head. She imagines Manon sucking where her hand is on her jaw. She imagines Manon nipping at her earlobe, whispering words of encouragement to her. She imagines Manon’s lips going lower, and lower until-

Daniela feels a pool of heat tingling in her stomach. What the fuck is happening to her? She only ever wanted to learn kissing, not how her best friend’s lips would feel on her body. After all, she is straight.

But just as quickly as that thought was formed, it vanished. Straight girls don’t whimper when they kiss girls. Daniela feels a wave of guilt pass through her veins, but as Manon bites her upper lip, sucking it softly, releasing it with a pop just before kissing her tenderly again, the guilt is fast gone, replaced with buzzing warmth.

“I’m going to use my tongue now, okay?” Manon says as she pulls away, catching her breath. Daniela replies with a quick nod, locking eyes with Manon. Daniela thinks her expression might have given away what she’s thinking because of what Manon does next.

Manon rubs Daniela’s cheekbone delicately, inching closer, and placing a delicate kiss on her cheek.

“You’re so cute, Dani.” Manon goes back to her previous position with a warm smile plastered across her face, only a few inches separating her and Daniela’s faces. “Relax, I got you.”

Daniela doesn’t know if it’s because of her unrelenting trust in her best friend, or the fact that she’s so turned on right now, but she exhales heavily, visibly relaxing. She closes her eyes as her lips part, as if to signal to Manon that she’s ready.

She feels Manon’s lips engulf her bottom lip, sucking on it, before she feels Manon tracing her lip with her tongue. Daniela parts her lips wider, allowing Manon to eagerly explore the inside of her mouth. Manon’s tongue touches hers gently, as if to announce its arrival, and Daniela whimpers. Again. Manon ends her journey in Daniela’s mouth with a soft kiss to her upper lip, pulling away, breathing heavily, with a sultry look on her face.

“That’s how you do it.” Manon pauses, looking away from Daniela. Manon could kiss Daniela for hours, but she doesn’t want to push her luck. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, but right before she can place it back to where it was before, she feels Daniela grasp at her wrist with a shaky hand. She looks up, hoping Daniela’s eyes would provide answers, but instead she sees Daniela looking down at where she wiped her lips.

Daniela breathes; she pulls Manon’s wrist dangerously close to her lips. The spot was still damp from Manon and her saliva. What the fuck am I doing, Daniela thinks, but she’s so turned on that her inner voice sounds gibberish to her.

She slowly pulls Manon’s wrist closer to her lips and places a kiss on the damp spot. As she pulls away, she looks up to see the heated look in Manon’s eyes.

“Manon…”

“Yes,  Dani” She drags out, trying her best to keep her composure, but she thinks Daniela just did the hottest thing anyone has ever done.

“Let me try.”

Daniela moves closer to Manon, preparing herself with a pensive look on her face. Manon nods and almost immediately feels Daniela grab her face as she inches closer.

Daniela stops right before their lips can collide, smiling gently on instinct, and kisses Manon’s bottom lip. Daniela wouldn’t mind kissing Manon all day; she loves the way Manon’s lips react to her kiss.

Her stomach bubbles up at the thought of the situation she’s in. Daniela imagines how they must look to someone watching, the way they’re seated, the glances they give each other, the way both of their bodies tense up right before they kiss, the way their bodies relax into each other as the kiss proceeds.

“Dani…” Manon whispers, pulling her out of her thoughts, “Don’t be scared, start slow. Lick my lip.” Little did she know that Daniela was too turned on to be scared. If anything, she’s already thinking about licking other parts of Manon’s body.

Daniela parts her lips, pushes her tongue out, and gently swipes at Manon’s bottom lip. Then again, and again, and again. Until she feels Manon’s lips part even more, she’s breathing heavier than usual. She takes this chance to slip her tongue inside Manon’s mouth, exploring it fervently. She tries to replicate Manon’s tongue movement in her own mouth, tasting her tongue. Then, Manon lets out a small sound.

A whimper.

Daniela’s brain is now blaring, not understanding what is going on with the way her body is responding. She feels a rush of blood flowing all the way down, and a small gush of wetness soaking her panties. The only thought she has repeating in her head is oh my fucking god.

Daniela begins the notions of pulling away, thinking she needs a breath and maybe a joint, hell maybe a line of crack, because holy fuck.

She goes back to tracing Manon’s lips again, as if to remember their shape. She delicately catches her bottom lip between her teeth, slowly sucking on it. She releases it with a pop, as Manon did to her, before she pulls away completely.

Daniela shifts back to her previous position, trying to regulate her breath, studying Manon’s reaction.

Manon’s eyes are still closed, her lips still parted, breathing heavy. Why did she have to stop? Manon really wishes that she had no self-control because she has half a mind not to fuck Daniela right then and there.

She takes a deep breath, opening her eyes to look at Daniela.

Daniela’s looking at her with curious eyes, though Manon can swear that she saw the tiniest glimpse of a smirk. Daniela licks her lips, suppressing her smile as she opens her mouth to speak.

“Was that any good?” Daniela asks, although Manon is sure she already knows the answer, ”Don’t sugarcoat it, please, Manz.”

“Better than before, I think you need a little bit more passion, more roughness, but it’s maybe because you’re straight that you never had to do any of that,” Manon replies, with a challenging tone. Of course, she knows she’s spewing nonsense; she just really wants to kiss Daniela again, even if that means ragebaiting her into the kiss.

Daniela’s eyes squint as she takes offense to that. What does Manon mean by “it’s because she’s straight?”

“Oh, I can get rough if I want to,” Daniela spits out as she adjusts her positioning, like a lion ready to pounce at its prey, failing to see that Manon was playing her.

“I don’t know, Dani, you don’t seem the type.” Manon shrugs lightly with a teasing smile on her face as she looks Daniela up and down, “I’d say you’re more vanilla than anything.”

“Okay, let’s try kissing again, Manon,” Daniela suggests as she looks piercingly into Manon’s eyes, alternating between her eyes and lips.

Daniela would like to think that she evokes some sort of sexual aura, so Manon saying that she looks vanilla offended her to no end. Why would she even assume that? Whatever reason that was, she was going to show Manon how rough she can get, in a straight way, her mind continues as Daniela is still staring at Manon, still waiting for an answer. Daniela is simply just trying to prove a point; she’s straight.

“Come here, then,” Manon signals with both her hands, biting her lip, and giving Daniela a shameless grin.

She feels Daniela’s weight atop her, straddling her as she makes herself comfortable, slamming their lips together. Daniela immediately goes for her bottom lip -Manon thinks Daniela loves to suck on the larger lip- as they move in sync, like they’ve been doing this for years.  Daniela lets out a grunt when she feels Manon’s hands on her waist, rubbing the smooth, exposed skin of her torso delicately. hungrily.

Daniela’s mind is in a frenzy; she has already shut off the voice in her head that’s telling her this has gone too far, and is acting on her desire. She feels herself go feral as she nips at Manon’s bottom lip, letting out a small moan, while dragging her hands from Manon’s shoulders to the side of her neck. She feels Manon’s lips curl into a smile, telling her that she heard that, only making Daniela grunt in annoyance. Her annoyance increases as she feels Manon pull away, only a few inches separating their faces.

“Take out your tongue,” Manon commands.

“Why?”

“I wanna teach you something,” Manon coaxed, as she smiled teasingly.

Daniela raises her eyebrows, unsure what Manon had in mind, but still does it anyway.

Manon does not hesitate as she closes the distance again by holding Daniela’s face firmly, capturing her tongue with her mouth, as she sucks on it gently.

Daniela lets out a startled moan, her eyes widening at the sensation and at how loud her moan was. Manon is still sucking on her tongue as Daniela recovers from the initial shock.

She feels Manon let go of her tongue a few seconds later, and without wasting a breath, Daniela licks Manon’s lips, going for a heated kiss again. Daniela’s heart is beating so hard in a constant drum, her stomach dancing with pure ecstasy.

She’s throbbing so bad she’s sure Manon can feel it through the layers of clothes.

Fearing that this might be the case, she lifts her body from Manon’s lap, now supporting her weight with her knees on either side of Manon’s thighs, making her hover over Manon. To keep their lips still connected, Daniela gently lifts Manon’s head by the neck, continuing their heated kiss. Manon whimpers into her mouth at Daniela’s need. Daniela is boiling with arousal that she doesn’t realize that her hands curl around Manon’s throat when Manon sucks loudly on her bottom lip.

“Harder,” Manon spits out, out of breath, looking at Daniela’s dilated eyes. Daniela abides by Manon’s commands, pressing her fingers tighter. Manon moans louder into Daniela’s mouth as she grips harder into her waist. Just as Daniela was about to press down on Manon’s lap, she hears Lara’s voice from the hallway.

“I’m going to ask Manon what she thinks, ” They hear Lara say from outside the room, apparently talking to Megan, before her footsteps sound closer by the beat.

Manon and Daniela share a look of panic, frantically escaping each other’s grasp as Manon gently wipes her lips with the back of her hand, this time wiping it on the bedsheet. She moves to sit casually on her bed, pulling out her phone, pretending as if she’s not wet. As if she’s been sitting on her phone this whole time.  She just prays that her neck is not red due to Daniela’s chokehold.

Daniela, however, was a complete mess. Out of breath, lipstick smudged, skirt ridden up, just looking like a hot mess. She does her best to regain composure in the small amount of time she has before she hears Lara knocking on their door, not waiting for an answer, and barging into the room.

“Manon, can you listen to this tra-” She halts as she notices Daniela in the room,  “Dani, you’re back!” Lara approaches Daniela, giving her a quick hug.

“How was your date?” She says, before adding, “Looks like it went well,” noticing Daniela’s disheveled look.

Daniela shoots a glance at Manon, who is now looking at them, throwing a wink back at Daniela, “Yeah, Dani, tell us how your date was. Did you guys kiss?”

Manon and Lara share a look and chuckle, both laughing for completely different reasons. “Come on, Dani, spill it.”

Daniela clears her throat in an attempt to stall because what the fuck is Manon doing? “It went well, we went to dinner, and he was nice.”

“Did you guys kiss?” Lara says with a teasing smile on her face, “What am I saying? Of course, you guys kissed, Dani, you’re a mess! Manz, are you seeing this?”

“Yeah, it’s so obvious. Tell us all about it,” Manon joins Lara in teasing Daniela, focusing Lara’s attention on her best friend, hoping that Lara doesn’t notice that Daniela’s lipstick is smeared all over her lips.

Daniela wishes the earth would open up and swallow her whole. No way that her best friend, and possibly her gay awakening, is putting her on the spot like this so that she can hear how much Daniela enjoyed kissing her. Daniela is not going to give her the pleasure of hearing all about that; her thoughts are all over the place, and this is the last thing that she wants to deal with.

“It was nice, intense, that’s all I’m giving you both dumbasses,” Daniela says as she gets up to grab her towel, “I’m going to shower, show me the track you wanted to show Manon later?”

“Yes, babe,” Lara grins appreciatively at her before Daniela leaves the room.

Daniela feels the hot water hit her skin as she pours a generous amount of shampoo into her hand before she digs her fingers into her hair. Do I like girls? I think they’re pretty and kind. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kiss one, though. Then she remembers the look of reassurance Manon gave her before kissing her. I really liked kissing Manon; so soft, so gentle, so full. She puts her head under the water to wash off the shampoo. I can’t fucking believe I choked her… and she liked it? She takes the loofah, lathering it with soap before scrubbing her skin mindlessly, and goes back to remembering her kiss with Manon.

She can’t help but compare the two people she kissed today. Jonah was expecting a kiss, while Manon went out of her way to help her best friend overcome this insecurity. She compares the feel of their lips on hers; Jonah’s were rough, while Manon’s were soft and plump. She feels herself buzzing, replaying the moment in her head, fuck, I wanna feel them again. She quickly finishes showering and steps out of the tub, drying off her hair and securing the towel on her body.

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Daniela can’t sleep. She keeps replaying the kiss in her head. She closes her eyes, tracing her own lips with her fingers as she tries to recall every bit of the kiss.

“Someone likes kissing,” She liked kissing Manon, really liked it. Their lips fit just right together, as if they’ve kissed a hundred times before. She thought about what made Manon say that in the first place and sighed. Of course, I had to fucking whimper, she groans softly to herself.

“I’m going to use my tongue now, okay?” Daniela had been nervous about that part of the kiss, but Manon’s tone was so comforting and reassuring that she would’ve let her do anything to her had she asked.  

She remembers the feeling of Manon’s tongue in her mouth, gently licking her lip for permission before softly inserting her tongue. She remembers how Manon’s tongue felt against hers. Daniela’s buzzing again, her mind foggy with anything but the thought of Manon, her lips, her tone, her tongue. She must be a good lover, she says as she mindlessly fumbles with the string of her shorts.

“Take out your tongue,”  Daniela lets out a small sound that she didn’t mean to make, her eyes quickly darting to where Manon is sleeping in a panic, checking if she somehow heard her. She sees that Manon’s figure remains silent, facing the other side. Daniela relaxes her muscles as she goes back to her thoughts.

Manon commanding her ignited a fire in her that she didn’t even know existed. Daniela has never ever felt this way about anyone, let alone a woman, let alone her best friend. The voice in her head that kept saying she’s a woman and you’re straight is long gone now. She’s not sure when it happened, but she’s glad that’s not a problem anymore. She would never admit it out loud, though, she’s dealing with way too much.

Daniela’s breath is caught in her throat when she finds her hand slipping underneath her shorts, gently tracing the panties covered area with her index finger. She doesn’t do this; she doesn’t masturbate thinking about someone. Actually, she doesn’t masturbate ever. She’s only done it a handful of times. This time, however, she feels like she’s about to combust from the heat pooling in her body. She can’t wake up Manon and ask her for help with this.

So she sticks with what she has, the memories of their kiss and the phantom touches of Manon’s hand on her waist. The sound of Manon whimpering when Daniela accidentally choked her, Manon asking her to choke her harder. Daniela strokes her folds through her panties, gasping softly at how soaked they already are.

She has half a mind to control her volume, to minimize her movements as much as possible so that her bedsheets don’t shift abnormally. She strokes her center slowly, almost as if teasing herself, as she pictures Manon looking at her like this. Then, her mind wanders to the image of Manon slapping her hand away and replacing it with hers. Her hips slowly start grinding against her own hand, I wish you were awake, Daniela thinks as she pushes her panties to the side and touches her clit.

Daniela moans at how wet she is, how wet she is for Manon, stroking her folds with intent. She looks to the right of her to check if Manon is still sleeping, only to find brown doe eyes looking back at her with curious eyes and a mouth agape. Only making Daniela moan shamelessly louder, locking eyes with Manon.

“Manon”

“Dani,” she hears Manon breathe out as she shifts from where she’s lying down, giving Daniela her undivided attention with a piercing look that made Daniela feel like she could see everything, even under the layers of clothes and her blanket.

Daniela gasps at the mention of her name coming from her best friend’s mouth. Daniela’s fingers move with intent, thinking about Manon watching her pleasure herself, knowing it’s to the thought of her, “Manon,” she says desperately, as she closes her eyes to focus on her fingers.

“Keep going”

Daniela shoves her blanket to the side using her legs, stopping momentarily, before spreading her legs again, wider this time. As if she wanted Manon to see how her fingers were moving.

She looks over at Manon to see her watching her intently, staring at the hand between her legs with an unreadable expression on her face. Daniela moans louder, demanding Manon’s attention back to her face as if to say, “ Look how much I need you.”  Manon looks into Daniela’s eyes, which were struggling to stay open, and licks her lips, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Faster, Dani,” Manon whispers.

“Huh?” Daniela couldn’t hear her.

“Faster. Harder.” Manon demands.

Daniela could never disappoint her roommate, her best friend, the girl she’s fantasizing about. So Daniela listens, she goes faster as she spreads her legs even wider. She props her foot on the bed with her knees bent as she gains easier access to masturbate faster.

Daniela loves the attention she’s getting from Manon. She loves the way Manon’s watching her. She loves that Manon knows it’s because of her. She loves the fact that she can hear Manon’s heavy breathing.

Daniela feels her clit throbbing under her fingertips as she circles it, feeling herself grow wetter by each passing moment as she plays with her clit, with the girl on her mind watching her. She opens her eyes to find Manon still watching her, unmoved from her position, with a slightly parted mouth and a concentrated gaze.

Daniela has never once in her life thought that she would be in a position like this, touching herself while someone else was watching, studying her while occasionally throwing commands to help her climax. Let alone her best friend. The thought of doing something dirty only spurs her on.

She feels dirty, addicted, she’s high on her own touch and Manon’s gaze, wondering if Manon is also wet. She can see the look of arousal on her best friend’s face as she groans every time they make eye contact. Daniela has half a mind not to beg Manon to finish her off, to kiss her again, to feel her lips on her skin, to hear her moan her own name.

But Daniela doesn’t do any of that; she doesn’t even know how Manon feels about this whole situation. The fact that Manon is just watching her is giving her mixed signals, because if Manon wanted this, why wasn’t she already helping her out the moment she heard her name slip out of her mouth?

Daniela ignores the thought forming in her brain; she has much to show for the girl watching.

Daniela gets up from bed, noticing how Manon thought she was coming over for a second, before going back to bed, kneeling as she adjusts a pillow between her thighs. She angles herself so that she is facing Manon. As she looks into Manon’s eyes, she thinks about the contrast of her gaze versus the soft pillow between her legs. She can’t take this anymore. The feeling of being wanted, being seen like this, was too much for Daniela. She places her hand on the pillow, leaning into it as she slowly lowers her body onto the pillow, never breaking eye contact with her best friend.

Daniela lets out a throaty moan as she feels the cold pillow against her center, warming it with her wetness. She starts moving her hips slowly, as if testing the motion, and picks up a rhythm. She looks back up to Manon to find her still staring at her with a faded expression.

“Dani,” Manon whines softly, unable to stop her pathetic tone.

“Manon,” Daniela slows down to emphasize her point, “Look what you made me do,” she runs her hand down her center, collecting some of her wetness, and pulls her hand up to show Manon.

Making a show for her best friend, displaying her wetness as if it’s a stamp.

Daniela hears Manon gasp, letting out a whimper, making Daniela grow impossibly wetter. She closes her eyes as she continues exposing herself to Manon.

Daniela does not know what devil possessed her to be this bold, this exposed, this horny. She will never get an opportunity like it again, so she takes advantage of it and releases everything that’s been pent up inside her. Every time they have grinded on each other as a joke, every lingering touch, every time Manon complimented her, and finally, she thinks about the kiss, about how Manon’s tongue felt against hers, how Manon’s hands felt on her body, how Manon was so ready to devour her.

She did not care about Jonah. She did not care about God at this moment. She did not care about her religious guilt anymore. All she cared about was Manon, how she needed to feel her again.

She loved every part of it.

The thought of giving herself to Manon completely made her go faster, moaning louder.

“Slow down, Dani,” is what makes her stop abruptly as she opens her eyes and looks at her best friend, who she now notices is also touching herself.

“Please,” Daniela tries pathetically, growing wetter at the fact that Manon is touching herself because of her.

She sees something ignite in Manon’s eyes as she gets up and sits on Daniela’s bed, right next to where she’s currently straddling a pillow. She turns so she’s facing Daniela, a mischievous smirk on her face as she inspects her best friend's form, her eyes lingering over the pillow where a wet spot lies flat.

“Tell me what made you want me,” she looks into Daniela’s eyes, leaning in slightly, as she sits on her knees so she can be eye level with Daniela, “after all this time.”

Daniela’s response is only a throaty whimper; her body stops moving against the pillow as she focuses on the way Manon is looking at her.

“Words, Dani,” Manon says firmly, “Or do you want the pillow to be your partner for the night?” Manon says as she smirks, eyeing Daniela up and down.

“N-no, please,” Daniela says almost immediately, feeling shy of words all of a sudden. The only sound coming out of her mouth is heavy breathing.

“Then speak.”

Daniela hesitates before she throws a quick glance at Manon’s lips.

“I want your lips on mine again,”

“I thought you were straight, Dani. What happened?” Manon chuckles, “Was it knowing how kissing feels like,” Manon continues, “or was it just my tongue on yours?”

Daniela lets out a lingering moan, managing to huff out a “Please.”

“Your lips felt so good on mine.” Manon shifts in her seat so she’s hovering over Dani, who’s sitting on the pillow, breathing heavy as she fights the urge to cry from pure desperation.

“You looked so delicious, I would’ve devoured you if not for Lara,” Manon whispers as she moves closer to her ear, still not touching her. Manon lets out a whimper as she says the last syllable .

“Manon,” Daniela feels high on this. She has never felt this buzzed before, not even when she tried weed with Manon and Megan once. This feels all-consuming; she feels it everywhere, all at once. She imagines this is what going through an exorcism is like.

She needs Manon to release her.

“I’m so wet.”

Daniela sees as Manon gets up from the bed, taking off her sweatpants, and lies in front of where she’s straddling the pillow. Manon spreads her legs to reveal a wet patch on her panties.

“Stop and look at me, let me show you.”

Daniela watches as Manon slowly traces her fingers through her panties. She sees as she gently presses her middle and ring finger where her clit would be. Daniela feels herself get wetter thinking about how Manon’s clit would twitch under her fingers.

“Gently… just stroke it with the tip of your fingers first,” Manon’s voice was getting lower the more she spoke, letting out a soft gasp at how wet she was from feeling her best friend‘s eyes watching her fingers intently, almost as if studying the motion.

Daniela knows she’s a mess right now. The only girl she has ever kissed and wanted, who just so happens to be her best fucking friend and group mate, showing her how to touch herself. Daniela is not a prude; she knows how to masturbate. It’s something about Manon teaching her that anything sexual is now associated with the feeling of their kiss. So she let her, watching her folds glisten under the tips of her fingers.

Manon, ever so satisfied with Daniela’s reaction, takes her fingers off her clit and curls her index and middle fingers as she gestures for Daniela to come closer to her. As Daniela inches closer to her, Manon aligns her fingers in front of Daniela’s lips.

“Open”

Daniela opens her mouth, waiting for Manon to push her finger on her tongue. She waits a beat, but nothing happens. She opens her eyes to find Manon just staring at her.

“What?” Daniela whispers.

“Keep your eyes on mine, Dani”, Manon says as she searches Daniela’s eyes for any sign of repulsion. Instead, she is met with a weak nod, followed by Daniela engulfing Manon’s fingers in her mouth, maintaining eye contact.

“Good, Dani”, she says as she watches Daniela’s lips sucking her wetness off her fingers. She feels Daniela’s tongue lavishly tasting every part of it, as if not to miss a single drop.

“My Dani’s hungry for me?” she says, followed by a whimper as she strokes Daniela’s hair gently. Daniela’s eyebrows furrow slightly as she nods her head, releasing her fingers with a pop, only to kiss her fingertips.

“Fuck, I miss your lips. Come here,” as Manon pulls her fingers out and grabs her chin to bring their faces together. They both moan into the kiss out of pure desperation. Daniela immediately begins sucking on Manon’s bottom lip, adjusting her position so she’s straddling Manon’s lap.

Daniela realizes how kissing Manon has become her favorite activity to do. She kisses Manon like she’s been suffocated, and Manon is oxygen. Daniela’s hunger is insatiable for her best friend's lips on hers. Manon parts her mouth, and Daniela does not shy away from exploring her mouth entirely, swallowing Manon’s moans like they’re food for her libido.

Daniela moves to suck on her jaw when breathing becomes an issue, already leaving marks on Manon like she’s hers and hers alone. Leaving her a writhing mess, Manon thought she would have to ease Daniela into it, but Daniela is not letting a moment pass where her lips are off her skin. She feels Daniela moan into her jaw as she licks a patch of skin before gently biting into it, lingering for a few seconds, before kissing the same spot. She feels Daniela’s hands roam over her torso, tracing her abs through her shirt, scratching and yanking at the shirt as she moves to mark her neck.

Manon grabs a fistful of Daniela’s hair and yanks her head backwards, tearing Daniela’s lips away from her skin as Daniela lets out a throaty grunt.

Manon wishes she could take a picture of Daniela’s facial expression. Hazel eyes burning with desire as her pupils dilated. Cheeks flushed. Pink lips parted, glistening with a mix of sweat and saliva.

She looked desperate.

“I can’t let you have all the fun,” Manon pushes her face closer to hers as she whispers into her mouth, before closing her lips around Daniela’s bottom lip, sucking on it, and letting it go with a pop.

“Manz, please,” Daniela begs pathetically as Manon pulls her away again by her hair , “p-please, I need you, I need to feel you.” She wasn’t even sure that she was making sense; all she knew was that she needed Manon.

“You sound so pretty when you’re needy,” She brings her other hand to Daniela’s face, holding her chin gently, “but we’re just getting started.”

They lock eyes for a moment, the air between them charged as brown doe eyes stare into fiery hazel ones. Daniela glances down first as she licks her lips, breathing heavily, letting out a whimper in the process.

“Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?” Manon whispers, her hand still tugging at the back of Daniela’s head, softer now as if to prove something unspoken.

Daniela answers with a nod and a low hum.

“Words, Dani. let me hear your pretty voice.”

“Yes, Manz.”

Manon’s face breaks into a wide grin. She gets up, crossing the room, ignoring Daniela’s puzzled look, and brings the chair in the corner of their room closer to where Daniela is seated on the bed.

“Sit”, Manon commands.

Daniela slowly gets up from the bed with shaky legs. She quietly sits down, legs closed, eyes searching for Manon’s for reassurance. Instead, she is met with a look that makes her feel like she’s prey, like Manon was about to eat her alive.

Daniela's lips curl upward slightly. Her smile quickly falters as she sees Manon grab her discarded pants and put them back on.

“Where are you going?” Daniela asks, her voice laced with panic as she sees Manon tighten the laces of her sweatpants.

“Manz, please, I want this, I want you.” Daniela starts to get up, willing to do anything to keep Manon in the room.

“I said sit.” Manon puts a halt to Daniela’s frantic behavior as she steps closer to Daniela, carrying her discarded pants in one of her hands, “Put these back on.”

“Wh-“

“Daniela, put your pants back on.” Manon hands her the pants and watches as she puts them back on with an unknowing look plastered on her face.

“Good girl,” Manon grabs Daniela by her chin, bending slightly so they’re eye level. “I think I like you best when you listen to me. Sit up straight, hands on the back of the chair.” Daniela’s clit had a pulse of its own. She can feel it throbbing by the minute. So she does what she thinks Manon would appreciate. She sits up straight, posture as perfect as it can be, hands locked at the wrist behind the chair as she looks up at Manon with dazed eyes.

“Okay”

Daniela sees Manon’s lips curl up into a smirk as she sways her way behind the chair. She feels Manon’s breath hit her ear as she slightly rests her head on her shoulder.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of having you,” she whispers as she tugs on her earlobe gently with her teeth, granting a whimper from Daniela.

“Tell me,” She manages to let out amidst her breathy moans and throbbing clit. She felt Manon let out a chuckle before she stood straight again. Daniela lets out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding; her mind was only beginning to race before she felt it.

Manon’s hands on hers, slowly tracing her fingers, before holding her wrists and covering them with a satin fabric. She feels a slight pressure engulf them as Manon makes sure the tie won't falter.

Manon lets go of her hands and approaches her front side.

As she gains a full view of Manon again, Daniela feels an intoxicating buzz as she realizes what Manon has done.

She notices Manon’s hair flowing freely.

Manon does not give Daniela a moment to think as she holds on to the back of the chair and plants herself on Daniela’s lap.

“You said you want to know?” Manon whispers as she leans closer to the same ear from earlier, tucking a loose strand behind it as she breathes the question into it.

She feels Daniela’s head move in a nodding motion as she lets out a soft gasp.

“Back in London, when you were wearing my Gia jacket.” Manon says as she plants a kiss on her jaw, parting her lips lightly to slide her tongue across the skin under her jaw, “god Dani. Your collarbones looked so biteable, all I wanted to do was take off that jacket and worship you.”

Manon nuzzles her head deeper into Daniela’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching the spot that granted her Daniela’s wettest moan yet.

“Or that time you wore that brown tank top,” she whispers into her skin, “You know the one that says 'Classic' in the middle,” she touches the spot with the tip of her nose. “You look so fucking hot with your glasses on, Dani.” Manon leaves a string of saliva as a marker to the spot, before she retreats her head back as to look at Daniela’s face, tracing her hands down Daniela’s shoulders, “Mhm… and your shoulders looked so defined I would’ve let you have your way with me,” staring into Daniela’s eyes before returning to the spot on her neck marked with her saliva, sucking softly “as long as you kept my legs on them.”

“how about that day at tailgate when you were dancing on me,” Manon rolling her hips against Daniela, “in front of all these people, Dani?”

“I-I swear I wasn’t trying to do anything,” Daniela moans, closing her eyes as she tilts her head backwards.

“The gnarly livestream,” Daniela feels her get more aggressive now as her sucking slowly turns into biting. “Making me jealous with Sophia? You knew how hot you looked, you saw how Sophia looked at you.” She’s a moaning mess at this point, feeling her underwear grow tighter around her center. “As if I wouldn’t have dragged you to the nearest bathroom and made her hear you moaning my name.”

Manon continues sucking and biting at her neck, humming against her skin whenever she would moan an octave higher than usual. She felt Manon’s intent turn animalistic by the way she's biting her.

“and that yellow crop top made me want to use your abs like you did the pillow," Daniela groans, feeling Manon scratching her abs through her shirt. She stops annihilating Daniela's neck and draws her head back, staring at the large area of her neck and collarbones that is now covered in glistening wet red and purple marks.

“Was that enough for you, or should I keep going?”

She dips down to the hollow of her neck, engulfing Daniela’s cross necklace with her lips, looking up at her best friend, and presses her lips against her. Daniela moans loudly as she tastes the cold metal of her necklace and her best friend’s lips. Growing feral, Daniela takes out her tongue to lick both before wrapping her lips around the bottom of the cross and Manon’s lower lip.

Daniela is clinging on to any part of Manon that she can reach, thrusting her hips to meet with Manon's rolling. Their kisses grow sloppier as they suck on each other's lips, the cross long forgotten hanging on Daniela’s neck. When breathing became an issue, Daniela tried to move on and suck Manon’s jaw before she felt a hand pulling her by her hair.

“Uh uh,” Manon whispers, out of breath, “I will have my way with you first, you will not try to do anything but take what I give you. Okay?”

“Yes, Manz.”

“Good girl,” Manon says, placing a feather-light peck on Daniela’s lips before letting her hands wander on her best friend’s body, “You’re gonna stay a good girl for me, right?”

“Yes, Mami.” Daniela’s eyes shot open as soon as she registered what just slipped out of her mouth. What the fuck was wrong with her these days… Mami? really Daniela?

Too busy being in her own head to notice Manon’s flustered initial reaction, Manon holds her chin with her thumb and leaves merely an inch between their lips enough to breathe into her mouth, looking her straight in the eye.

“Mami, hm?” Manon says with a beaming smile as her eyes drop to Daniela’s lips, slightly parted now, for a second before adding, “I like it when you say that,” tugging at her lower lip before releasing it with a pop.

Daniela does not know what on earth she did to go through an experience like this. She has always been so sweet and kind to all people, really, but she didn’t know that life was going to repay her by having her best friend strip her of all shame.

Manon’s wandering hands arrive at her chest, gently stroking the top of her chest through her tank top. She dips her head down to nibble at the top of her chest, rubbing her nipples through her tank top, only to find them already peeking out.

“Happy to see me?” Manon chuckles before she bites one of her nipples through her tank top, letting out a strangled moan as she rolls her tongue around it.

“A-ah, fuck that feels so good, Manz,” Daniela whines as Manon grows impatient, basically slobbering over her nipple while her thumb rubs her other nipple. “Please take it off, please,” Daniela tries to beg, but to no avail. Daniela’s eyes drop to where Manon’s mouth is and focus on that for a second, losing all sense for a moment as she whines out the words she knows Manon wants to hear.

“Please, Mami. It’ll taste better.”

Manon freezes for a second, long enough for Daniela to flash her a victory smile before she rushes to pull up her tank top, now sitting at the top of her chest, rushing to taste Daniela as she sucks on the exposed bud.

She diverts all her attention to Daniela’s chest as she bites the spot right on top of her hardened bud, adding to her “art collection” on Daniela’s body, before she returns to kiss her nipple. She leaves marks everywhere on her chest with Daniela left being a moaning mess beneath her, chanting her name like it would grant her a spot in heaven, proving to Manon all she needs to know that she's doing a better job than anyone ever did, or will, for that matter.

Her hands wander down to her abs, scratching them with her nails as she leaves red marks.

“Dani, fuck.” Manon says as she begins rocking her hips against the Latina, now holding onto Daniela’s shoulders to ease her movement, “I was being serious about what I said earlier.”

“Take all you want from me, please. I want it, I want to give it to you.” Daniela says softly, looking at Manon with needy eyes. She has never wanted anything more in her life; her clit is basically screaming for some sort of release, and if begging would be the way to make that happen, then so be it.

Manon moves her hands to caress Daniela’s ribs as she looks at her hazel eyes with an intoxicated look, registering what her best friend is asking of her. She moves one of her hands to caress Daniela’s cheeks, looking deep into her eyes, and slowly inches closer.

Daniela closes her eyes as she anticipates Manon’s kiss, failing to notice the loss of warmth her hand was leaving on her rib, slowly inching towards her center. Manon leaves a hair's distance between their lips before rubbing Daniela’s center through her pants.

Daniela’s lips react faster than her eyes, letting a loud moan into Manon’s mouth before opening her eyes to see smiling bambi eyes looking right back at her, pleased with her reaction.

Manon bites her lip as she looks at her best friend like she’s daring her to ask her for more, which Daniela does not waste time doing.

“Manon,” Daniela lets out a sharp gasp as Manon accelerates, “Mami, I can’t hold it anymore.”

Manon’s hand stops as she takes it and hovers it in front of Daniela’s mouth.

“Open.”

Daniela obeys graciously, kissing Manon’s fingertips before licking them, and finally wrapping her lips around the entirety of her middle and ring fingers. She sucks and licks at her fingers, flicking her tongue in between them, making sure to do a good job before she releases them, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Manon’s fingers.

She finally opens her eyes to see the flustered look on Manon’s face as she flashes her a sweet, innocent smile.

“You little shit,” Manon whispers before she kisses her again, slipping her fingers inside her underwear.

Their moans blend as Manon's fingertips touch Daniela's swollen clit. "Yes, right there, Manz."

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet.” Manon gasps out, she rubs her folds, reaching her opening, only teasing it with her fingertips before taking out her fingers entirely.

Daniela lets out a groan as she follows Manon’s fingers with her eyes, watching as she puts her own fingers in her mouth, letting out an approving hum as she laps at her fingers.

“Dani, you taste so fucking sweet.”

Manon studies her best friend’s reaction as Daniela looks down bashfully, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Manon tucks a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, forcing her to lock eyes with her.

“Do you want a taste, Dani?”

She sees as Daniela nods her head ever so slightly, before looking back at Manon with an open her mouth, waiting for her to put her fingers in her mouth. What she didn’t expect was Manon fixing her posture so she’s hovering over Daniela, pulling her by her hair before spitting in her mouth.

Daniela’s hips jerk so hard that Manon lets out a yelp, hanging on to Daniela’s shoulders.

“Manon, you need to untie me right now, please,” Daniela huffs as she swallows, “please, I promise I won't touch if you don’t let me please.” She catches her breath as she adds, “I promised to be a good girl for Mami, didn’t I?” giving Manon a desperate look.

Manon lets the air hang between them for a couple of moments before standing up and moving behind the chair. She unties her wrists from the satin material and sets it aside. She walks around, now watching Daniela rub her wrists. She sees Daniela look up at her, waiting for instructions.

“Come,” Manon says, extending her arm towards Daniela. She leads them both towards her bed, “Lay down,” she commands.

Daniela rushes to obey Manon, laying spread eagle as she feels predatory eyes watching her every move, offering herself completely to Manon.

To her surprise, she watches as Manon is stripping down fully from the bottom, before straddling her waist.

“No touching, Dani.”

“Yes Mami.” Daniela whispers, eyes looking down at the glistening wetness between Manon’s legs.

“You’re drooling, baby,” Manon says with a soft smile before leaning forward and licking her drool towards her lips, pressing her lips to the Latina’s.

She pulls away to hold onto her ribs as she slowly lowers her center on Daniela’s abs, letting out a sharp gasp at the first touch against Daniela’s defined stomach.

“Fuck Manz, please keep doing that. You look so good,” Daniela feels her clit throbbing that she could cum at any given moment now, “Manon, I’m so close.”

Manon continues grinding on her abs, moaning as her defined muscles poke at all the right spots. “You’re already so close just watching me? You’re so pathetic, Dani.”

“Yes, God, yes, only for you.”

Manon’s hands travel upwards slowly, fondling with her hardened buds, before continuing to travel slowly to her neck.

“Only for me?”

“Yes, Mami.”

She tugs at her cross necklace lightly before putting it in Daniela’s mouth and wrapping her fingers around the sides of her neck as she slows down her pace to a halt.

“God exists between your lips now, there’s only me,” she bends down to her ear and rasps. She hears Daniela let out a desperate, choked whimper as she pulls back and presses on her neck harder with her fingers.

“I think this is my favorite look on you. I have never seen someone so needy.”

Manon continues grinding on her abs, accelerating faster as she feels herself inching closer to her orgasm purely from Daniela’s reaction and her defined muscles. She slips out a hasty “I’m close” to Daniela, which causes the girl underneath her to grind into the air.

Manon finally orgasms with a loud moan, letting go of Daniela’s neck, using her ribs as leverage. She hears chants of her name echo in the room as Daniela stiffens underneath her.

They take a moment to regain composure before Daniela says something she never thought would come out of her mouth.

“Can I clean you up?”

“Huh?

“Can I clean you up?” Daniela says more confidently now.

“Daniela Avanzini wants to clean me up after I came on her stomach?” Manon says in a lighthearted tone, flashing her pearly whites at Daniela before bending down to place a kiss on her cheek.

“I told you I'm going to be a good girl, come on, let me clean you up, Manon,” as she places her hands on Manon’s thighs to signal for her to come up to her face.

Manon carefully places her thighs on the sides of Daniela’s head, “Use your tongue, okay?”, before she lowers herself into Daniela’s mouth.

Manon instantly grips Daniela’s hair, letting out a gasp as she feels her tongue desperately lapping at her wetness.

“Oh, Dani, you really wanted to taste me, hm?” She tightens her grip as she looks down to find Daniela looking right back at her. “Let me teach you, okay?” Daniela’s responds with a hum to her sensitive skin.

Before Daniela could think about how that would work, Manon got up and moved towards the edge of the bed, taking off her pants and underwear in one go. She positions her face between Daniela’s shaky thighs, guiding Daniela’s hand on her head as she kisses her inner thigh while massaging the other, and begins her lesson.

“You want to keep your tongue flat when you’re licking,” She says in a sultry tone, swiping her tongue through her folds, accumulating the wetness, reaching her clit and giving it a long suck.

“Just like that,” she begins to pull away from her, before the hand on her head holds her in place. Manon looks up to find a disheveled look on Daniela’s face, lips parted and glistening with her wetness, eyes droopy and barely open, abs contracting rapidly as she looks down at Manon.

“Please don’t stop, Manon. Please”

How could she ever reject a wish like that from someone so needy?

Without wasting more time, Manon dips her head back as she strokes her tongue between Daniela’s folds. She dips her tongue into her opening before licking upwards to suck her clit, holding it in her mouth as she buried a finger inside of her. Daniela’s moans turn into gasps and silent cries, gripping Manon’s hair like it’s the only thing that is keeping her alive.

“Manon, let go,” she says as Manon kept holding her clit with her mouth, sucking. Manon responds with a muffled noise of disapproval, only sucking harder, granting a whine from the Latina. “Mami, please let go, I can't handle it,” as she arches her back, pushing her hips towards Manon’s mouth. She knows she sounds pathetic, but she’s getting closer to finishing the more Manon keeps continuously sucking on it with her fingers going in and out of her.

Manon finally lets go after a few more pumps into her, and so does Daniela with Manon’s name on her lips like a prayer.

Manon helps her ride out her orgasm, giving a tender kiss to her swollen clit once she’s done, before getting up and hurrying to Daniela’s side with a smile plastered on her face.

“Did you get it?”

Daniela answers with a weak nod before she feels Manon positioning herself on her face again. “Let me be the judge,” as she lowers herself on Daniela’s face.

Daniela’s eyes quickly find Manon’s as she holds on to her thighs to keep her in position as she flattens her tongue, giving her folds a long lick before wrapping her lips around Manon’s clit, giving it a soft suck.

“Good girl, Dani.” Manon continues stroking her hair gently while watching her, “Keep going.”

Daniela giggles against her skin, proud of herself, as she continues eating Manon out, savoring every inch of her wetness.

“Yes, baby, right there.” Daniela swirls her tongue against her clit, increasing her pace as Manon rides her face, before Manon stiffens and finishes with a loud cry. Daniela relishes in every single drop coming out of her, licking her clean before Manon gets off her face and falls face-first on the bed.

“That was so good, baby, you did so good.” Manon says after a few moments as she finally regains her composure. “I’ll go and get a towel to clean you up,” she gets up but not before placing on Daniela’s forehead.  

Daniela hums, still in her post orgasmic state, grabbing her phone from the nightstand and sends a text to Jonah.

To Jonah David: Thank you.