Bridge

We dance under strobe lights, with pink and purples glowing on our faces. Lexi dances with the man she’ll be taking home tonight, and I dance around both of them. I can’t help but feel envious. Her hands move around his waist, pulling him closer to her. I watch, and I ache with jealousy. 

Lexi looks beautiful tonight. She hasn’t stopped smiling and laughing since we arrived. Her wide green eyes are interested in everything she sees. Her wavy blonde hair rolls over her shoulders. I want to possess both her and her beauty. Her full, curvy figure makes me acutely aware of my slim one. Where she is perfectly round, I am flat, lacking. 

But she would tell me I’m being ridiculous. She would tell me that although she is beautiful, so am I. She’s a good friend. Tonight she’s wearing an achingly small white mesh top with a tiny bralette on underneath. It barely hides anything. Her nipples are erect and I’m staring at them as she grabs my hand and dances with me. Her touch releases a wetness in me. 

I dance with her and this man. He’s attractive, too. She wouldn’t go for anything less. He’s got broad shoulders, a full beard, muscular arms. I glance down to his trousers where his bulge makes me swallow loudly. I imagine they’ll both be having fun tonight. 

I look around the club for someone to spark my interest but no one does. 

I can’t stop thinking about Lexi and her man fucking. I imagine him thrusting inside her, I imagine her moaning, him sucking her nipples and her lips wrapped around his hard cock. My clit throbs at the thought. 

I go to the bar and get another drink when I feel a set of delicate hands on the sides of my stomach. It’s Lexi. 

“You seem moody, what’s wrong?” She says, her breath touching my earlobe. I take in a deep moan, quietly, though she wouldn’t hear it over the music.

I pay for my vodka lemonade and feel her hands still on my waist, making me wetter and wetter. 

“I’m fine. Honestly, I’m just jealous you’ve managed to pull someone and I haven’t,” I say, avoiding her eyes. I glance at her chest again, her tits are spilling out of her tiny bra. 

“Oh my god, did you just look at my tits?” Lexi squeals.

She makes a pretend shocked face and grabs my hands, putting them on her stomach. The world almost stops as she brings my hands closer to her chest. I can feel her breathing as she puts my hands on her tits. My clit aches and I think about kissing her, and also about ruining our friendship. 

Her man comes over, grin on his face and awkwardly, I take my hands away from her tits, though I desperately want to hold them again. 

“Are you two, like…?” He winks and Lexi giggles, shaking her head. He leans in close to me, his lips graze my cheek. 

“Why don’t both of you come back to mine, you know, for some fun?” The man asks loud enough for Lexi to hear. She’s smirking and nodding. Her hands touch me again and I groan. The man takes both of us by the hand and I down my drink, ready to be explored by both of them. 

We arrive back at the man’s apartment. He’s clearly rich with a modern, neutral-toned kitchen. The apartment is dark with low-lighting, bachelor vibes. I turn to look at Lexi and the man, who has introduced himself as Matt. 

Matt smiles at both of us, a sexy smile, before he goes to a cedar cupboard. His large hands wrap around the handle and he reaches for wine glasses. He pours each of us a large glass of red wine, his eyes exploring our bodies as he takes a sip. I feel myself smiling as I put my lips on the thin glass. The three of us continue drinking, but we move closer together. 

We make meaningless conversation I can’t keep track of because Lexi’s soft palms have found my waist. She wraps an arm around me, too, and her touch makes my skin buzz. 

“You’re both really beautiful,” Matt says, his deep tones making the statement feel empowering. I am fixated on him now, the way he moves, the way he talks, the way he’s looking at us both like we’re Goddesses. Then I look back at Lexi—she’s already looking at me and our eye contact makes me electric.

I put my hands on the side of her face and she looks up at me with those big green eyes and then I kiss her, my clit exploding in my thong. 

We kiss desperately, exploring each other’s mouths. Our tongues find each other and play, biting, sucking, and tasting. She tastes like salty lime and cigarette smoke, it’s addictive. We keep kissing, moaning in between breaths and then Lexi pulls away and says, “I need you to make me cum.” 

By the time we get to the bedroom, my thong is soaked through. Matt’s bed is large, his bedsheets untouched. Lexi ties her hair into a high ponytail and begins stripping. I stare at her as she releases her tits. They’re huge, drooping down her chest, with beautifully erect nipples. I can’t look away, I am fixated on her brown nipples. I crave to touch them, to feel their hard nub. I want to stroke them with my tongue, to suck them with my lips. 

“Do you want to feel them again?” She asks me and I nod, wet all over.

As I touch her, feeling her nipples between my fingers and letting my hands linger, my pussy is dripping. I start kissing her neck, then her collarbone, and then the top of her breasts. She starts moaning, her hands rake through the back of my hair. Matt takes down his jeans and boxers, revealing his huge, hard dick. He touches himself from root to tip as I suck on Lexi’s nipples. 

“Take off your jeans and get on the bed,” I groan to her, kicking off my own bottoms. Matt comes over, and starts playing with Lexi’s tits just the way I did, hands caressing her, nipples pinched. My clit roars at me, begging to be touched. After a while with Lexi, Matt comes over to me and looks at my newly-naked body. 

“Can I fuck you from behind while you eat her pussy?” He practically pleads. I nod, too eagerly, and he smirks. 

Lexi begins touching herself on the bed while Matt slips a thick finger to rub my clit. He kisses me while using his fingers to explore my pussy. He gets harder when he feels how wet I am. At the same time, he puts two fingers in my hole and moans. I kiss him harder as he goes faster. 

“Don’t forget about me,” Lexi whines, her naked body making me forget completely about Matt. I get on the bed, my back arched, ready for Matt from behind, with my tongue desperate to explore Lexi’s tight wetness. Lexi plays with the top of my hair as I descend to start kissing the insides of her thigh. She tilts her head back as I begin strumming her clit with my tongue. I’ve masturbated to this thought for years, Lexi and her gorgeous pussy, what she would taste like, how she would shake and moan, and now it’s finally happening. I go faster, wanting so badly to make her cum.

Lexi puts her legs around the back of my head as Matt puts a condom on. He takes me by surprise when I feel his tongue around my asshole. I let out a high pitched moan. 

“Sorry, do you not like that?” He asks and I giggle, sounding more like Lexi than myself. Being here with her naked has emboldened me. I feel sexy and powerful, enough to let down my guard.

“No, no, I love it. You’re making me even more wet,” I whine, looking back at him with heavy eyes. Matt grins, placing his tongue back in my ass. He grabs my ass, teasing me, making me so desperate for his cock, I momentarily forget Lexi’s pussy—but I keep licking and tasting her. She’s golden, angelic. With each moan she gives, I let a finger graze my throbbing clit. 

Then Matt enters me. His cock is huge—with every thrust my mouth gapes wide open, I’m inhaling all of Lexi’s pussy. She moans and so does he, my body the sexual bridge between them. In time with his thrusts, I lick her clit. Her legs shake beneath me and my own join her. Matt puts his hands on my hips and I take all of him. I stop licking Lexi’s cunt to let out a low moan. This makes Matt go faster, harder, I love it, I love it. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Lexi shouts, her hands gripping the bedsheets. I use my lips to massage her clit and her legs shake uncontrollably. 

“You’re both gonna make me cum,” Matt says, his voice strained as he pounds me from behind. His hands cup my tits as I keep going on Lexi, licking her as she cums.

Her wetness stains my lips. 

Photo by Skylar Kang