Night Friend and Evening Fever
Part One: Miri

By: Stefani
Rated: NC17 containing f/f slash
Distribution: None!

Inside the small college dorm, Miri found herself as she always found herself on weekends. Seated in front of her laptop while Meagan, he roommate and girlfriend, made the bed. She typed away, her fingers hitting the keys and producing small clicks that filled the room. Their conversation continued, Miri and her friend on the computer that is. The dorm had pale green walls with a small desk, dresser, and a bunk bed, of which they only used one of the two. Miri found herself giggling profusely towards some of the comments produced by her friend, but one eye cautiously eyeing Meagan.

The conversation, as they usually did, turned more intimate, as small pictures of a woman she adored with fiery red hair and vibrant and very implicative poses and outfits. However, she was beautiful, with strong arms and the prettiest face. With each small picture, Miri found herself getting incredibly turned on, and licked her lips to see Meagan behind her, vigorously perfecting each crease, before she walked over to the dresser so straighten that up as well.

Miri sat sending away explicit images over the Internet while Meagan's prying eye watched on, the heated images drawing her closer and speeding her libido. She neared her destination and calmly sat down, her brown eyes fixated on the changed computer screens with flashes of the pictures changing

Miri giggled and mentioned a personal tidbit of their life, Meagan perked her lips at her partner's comment and reached out her soft hands and grabbed a small section of flesh on Miri's arm, holding it between her fingers and giving the tender skin a firm pinch.

As a naked young lady with the curly hair and ribbons strung about her tan body appeared, Miri felt soft hands touch her shoulders. They gently kneaded the aching muscles, a soft moan exiting her mouth in the silent dorm room as she tried to concentrate on the screen and type on, seemingly begging her friend to write a story about her and her lover's adventurous and unbelievable life together. She finds herself needing to send more pictures, wanting, needing Meagan to do some poses.

Meagan slowly says "Oh god, it's going to be hard to sleep tonight" erotic images of the two in bed together, slick nude bodies sliding back and forth, tender kisses on bruised lips from an eventful evening at North Carolina University. "And more of this and I'm going to pounce you and cover you in rough kisses and lesbian licks." The mysterious friend over the Internet, though miles away, is having a wild affect on the two through her creative words and sexual presence in the room. Miri is spilling their love life secrets and gets another tight squeeze on the arm, but seemingly she enjoys the pain and love touches then avoids them, and continues the seduction through the images

Miri sets her dark head on the tender bosom of her girlfriend, feeling the softness of her breasts against her soft cheeks and the ends turning to hard pecks from her reaction to all of the events. She takes her hand and runs in through Miri's dark locks, feeling her soft scalp on her fingertips, her head spinning from need, her panties getting wetter and wetter by the moment. She closes her eyes and groans as a seemingly fake pornography of an actress in leather appears, her strong legs clothes in tight netting with her breasts jutting out, and she stares back at her partner, her nipples erect even more so

The bed looks so tempting now, so vulnerable, and she curses that she just made it and wasted her time, now wanting to rip the computer plug from the wall and throw Miri's body on it, bouncing from the soft mattress. And she imagines it all, she leaps on her, rubbing their breasts together, Miri becoming even more so alert. But for now, she continues reading the mystery friend's words and staring at the images, turning her on more and more, the two girls hearts thumping wildly, beating through their chests. Their breath is ragged and difficult to come out and words cannot form. They share a heated gaze, both thinking the same thing, but strangely addicted to what will be written next.

Meagan softly lets her lips trail along Miri's ears and take the bottom corner in her teeth, whispering dirty thoughts to her and what she plans to do to her later that night. She finds her hand dropped from Miri's hair and she reached down to cup Miri's soft, pale breast through the cotton material of her shirt. She gently began to rub her breast, Miri moaning aloud now and reaching her hand up to cup Meagan's cheek in her palm and gently let their lips touch, the softness of hers with the wetness of Meagan's, a glorious and heavenly combination. Meagan's hand sneaking under Miri's shirt and touching the very flesh where she planned on planting her mouth later. She took her pink nipple in her fingertips and rolling the skin, Miri feeling as though she'd pass out from the very feelings.

Meagan's soft tongue reached out and swiped at Miri's ear again as they locked their lips again, Meagan still behind Miri, and Miri straining her neck to kiss behind her. Meagan's other hand is removed from the desk chair and sneaks under the fabric as well, working on the deep massage of her other breast. Her mouth lowers to the tempting neck and she takes the skin in her lips and sucks the skin softly.

The clean taste of Miri's neck excites Meagan and the flimsy shirt keeps getting in the way. Frustrated, she removes her hands, Miri groaning in disappointment and loss of the warmth of her palms. Meagan slips the large T-shirt off and over Miri, her soft hair flowing down her back, as Meagan stares at Miri's nakedness now before her, both of their eyes glazed over and thinking the same thing. She spins the chair and grabs Miri, kissing her roughly and prodding her tongue in. Her hands capture just under Miri's strong chin, holding her head in place.

Meagan lowers herself into Miri's lap, their crotches rubbing against each other, the nude images soon forgotten as an article in the past, a fire starter to this whole evening. Miri gasps as Meagan lowers her head and kisses just under her chin, on the front of her neck, an especially sensitive spot for the college student. Meagan enjoys this reaction and sucks away, her tongue sticking out through her puckered lips to dart to the material, faintly tasting the body lotion from the shower earlier.

Miri finds her hands finally leaving the keyboard and tightly grabbing into Meagan's blonde and red hair, the locks tight around her fists as she guides her head around, Meagan's tongue leaving a trail of saliva back to the drying lips, as she quickly moistens them again. Meagan sits back, and Miri untangles her fingers, and she too slips her own shirt off, tossing it into a silken pile on the floor. Miri's hands, inexperienced compared to her partners, but quickly being taught, reach out and cup her own breasts, Meagan panting as Miri leans forward and kisses each hard bud, trailing her tongue up the crease between the two globes.

Meagan pushes the chair, Miri and all, back slowly so there is a space between her and desk. She reaches her hands, growing bolder and bolder, and kisses Miri's stomach. Her hands, uncertain, hold the elastic of her kitten night pants, Miri giving a confirming glance, and she pulls the fabric down, over her strong legs, disposing of it. Miri's tan legs stick out, her soft mound covered in light blue bikini panties, with a huge wet spot on them. She runs her fingers over it, a shiver of excitement jumps through Miri down her spine, and she shivers from the very thought of what may come. She is breathing heavily and her hands clutch the chair tightly.

Meagan slowly spreads Miri's legs, rubbing her hands over her crotch through the not only flimsy, but soaked panties. Miri gasps, Meagan's boldness continues. Miri tries to look at the computer, where her friend has informed her she has to go. Miri some how says goodbye and signs off, turning it down. She stares down at Meagan.

"Up, now." She commands getting up slowly, an artful grin creeps across Meagan's face. They stand, face to face, as Miri reaches out towards Meagan's neck and beckons her close, her lips attacking Meagan's as their bodies press against one another. Miri pushes Meagan back on the bed, her bodies softly hitting, Meagan having suddenly lost the control. Miri leapt onto her body, pinning her to the soft bed. Meagan whimpered and arched her head, Miri now showing her the pleasurable treatment and kissing her neck.

Meagan's body aroused Miri even more so now. Her hair was splattered on the sheets with her nude upper half gracefully laying there, her pajama pants still adorning and hiding her legs. Miri's hands scanned her body, running down Meagan's sides. Her eyes were fixated on the milky breasts, and Miri took one her nipples in her teeth, tugging it like had been done to her. After all, when all else fails, follow the instructor, and in their scenario, Meagan was much more experienced.

"Oh God." Meagan said in a hush whisper with her eyes sealed. She wrapped her legs around Miri, pulling her close and holding her tightly. They laid butterfly kisses on one and other's faces. Meagan somehow freed herself from Miri and turned the tables. After continuing some extensive treatment on Miri's bosom, she continued to suck at her stomach and lick the skin. Miri wiggled in anticipation, Meagan's hand found her chest again, massaging as she licked, sending Miri into double ecstasy.

And soon enough, her head found Miri's sweet entrance. She took the fabric in her hands, a huge step for their relationship lie ahead. She gently pulled down the wet material, tossing it aside to add it to the clothes pile on the floor. Miri's mound, shaven and pale, sat in front of her as if it was the main course of a seven dish dinner. She gently spread her lover's legs the deep sent of love flowing between them. Miri was tossing and turning above, and she slowly twirled a finger around her swollen clitoris.

"Oh fuck." Miri whispered, not one to use the word, but for some reason finding it most appropriate at this moment. Meagan continued to twirl her finger around, purposely avoiding the penetration to tease her partner. Finally, she pushed one finger in, Miri was slick and stretched already. Her fingers explored the depths of her deep passageway, feeling her slick walls. Miri felt a need to buck back, but somehow managed to restrain her raging hormones and see what was to come. Which was most pleasurable.

Meagan began to fuck Miri slowly with her fingers, a wicked thought entering her mind. She tried to angle her fingers just right, Miri completely oblivious to what was to come. She found her G-spot, and pressed it passionately, a loud shriek coming from Miri who demanded she continued in a most desperate tone. Meagan pressed harder, but didn't want Miri to orgasm yet. She pulled out when she feared of her cuming, and kissed her mound lightly, her lips sending Miri into orbit again.

"What are you going to do?" She asked softly, her voice was cut up and hoarse and seemingly difficult to form words. Meagan gave off her goofy smile, not saying a word. She used her hands to spread Miri's vaginal lips and moved her head close, her nose bumping the slick flesh. She pushed her tongue in, Miri panting heavily and moaning loudly that if someone didn't know what was going on, they knew now. Also new to this, Meagan tried different things and pushed her tongue in and out, and bobbing her head slightly.

"Oh… my… god…" Miri gasped and she felt her body begin to shake. Meagan lifted her head and replaced it with two fingers, quickly pumping Miri as fast as her hands could go, urging her to come for her. Sweat dripped from Miri's head from all of this, as the fingers sped through her quickly so that they were near nonexistent. Her fingers felt like heaven, gliding in and out of her body with such speed and such love.

"Meagan!" Miri screamed as her orgasm ripped through her like massive tidal wave, knocking out everything in its path. Her body twitched about rabidly and her head spun, soft buzzing faded by their gasping. Meagan crawled up on the bed and smoothed Miri's hair over, kissing her forehead lightly.

Part Two: Meagan

After the two of them slowly calmed down, Meagan was still wound up quite a bit, and Miri herself felt a little guilty about not returning the exquisite favor that had been bestowed upon her. She slowly turned to her side where Meagan was and lazily trailed her finger down her face, placing her index finger in Meagan's chin and pulling her into another sweet kiss. Meagan grinned and they slothfully and lightly kissed one another, before things started to heat up again. Miri ran her tongue on Megan's lips, outlining them softly.

Seeing Meagan still in her pants, Miri slid the cloth off and tossed it aside. Meagan lay in a soft blue thong that rode rather low on her body. Miri licked her lips and lowered her head so she could kiss her inner thighs lightly. Meagan groaned as Miri slowly ran her hands along the flimsy material of her underpants and lightly pulled it off, seeing the beautiful mound she knew too well, but had never got the chance to touch. As Meagan had done to her, Miri spread her legs, her head between them and staring right up into her shaved pussy.

Miri breathed heavily, Meagan shivering from the feel of her warm breath on her hot skin. Miri moaned and slowly brought her hand up, not wanting to wait a moment longer. Miri takes two fingers and easily gets them in Meagan's wet cunt, pushing them in as far as she can, Meagan panting and trying to push back against Miri wildly, Miri smiling a conniving grin and pushing in and out, wanting to put her through the delightful torture she had received. She wiggles them about as they shift her internal organs, Meagan gasping and groaning.

Meagan began tossing and turning when Miri's rough fingers found her G-spot and she pressed roughly on it, Meagan crying out. Her hands were clutching the sheets tightly in fistfuls as she tugged away while the treatment continued. Miri lovingly pushing in her and out before in one swift movement, replaced her fingers with her head, and let her tongue explore the soft insides of Meagan. Meagan's hands released the cotton, and found the silky strands, tugging it around and guiding her head around.

Both their eyes were glazed over with lust and desire and total love for one another. Miri smiled and started to hum lightly against Meagan, sending her into a whole new world.

"Miri, oh my God… stop, if you don't… I'm going…. I'm going- Ohhhhh my God!" She cried out, her body jerking around her eyes squeezed shut. Miri felt something enter her mouth, a salty liquid. Miri's eyes bugged at first, she hadn't expected this what so ever. But Miri tried to think quick, Meagan's aching, twitching body still jerking about, Miri licked at it, tasting her lover's essence.

"Oh my God Miri… you don't have to…" She said. Miri looked up with wide eyes.

"Oh, but I want to." She said lustfully, and continued to slurp. Meagan bucked about, the bed rocking lightly. After the dining was over, Miri crawled up onto Meagan's body, softly setting herself down. Their breasts rubbed against one another's, as she kissed Meagan, the taste of her cum still on Miri's lips. Meagan groaned against her, the taste was overwhelming and excitable. She had never in a million years thought Miri would get that kind of wild idea or courage. At least not yet in their relationship.

"You… you are amazing!" She said.

"I learned from the master." Miri said.

"Quick learner, you only got one lesson, and you didn't even get to study."

"Maybe you should re-teach me then. Quiz tomorrow?" The girls giggled as Meagan clutched Miri. They snuggled under the covers, kissing again, before Miri reached over and flipped the light up. Meagan set her head under Miri's chin, and fell into a much needed, and peaceful slumber.