Chapter Sixteen

PIPER

“No, baby, stay just like that.”

Piper lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, fingertips splayed out on the soft white sheets just centimeters from Riley’s tawny skin.

“It feels funny like this.” Riley lay on her belly, having slithered away and turned over sometime during their afternoon catnap.

“It doesn’t look funny,” Piper countered, finally running her fingers across the small of Riley’s back now that she’d roused from a deep, blissful slumber. “In fact, it looks hot as hell.”

“You’re not looking at my fat ass, are you?” Riley worried aloud, risking a glance at Piper as she lay atop a single white pillow.

“Fat ass?” Piper slid her hand lower, grabbed the closest cheek, and squeezed it for good measure. Riley shifted on the bedsheets, flat on her belly and murmuring her begrudging approval. “This ass hasn’t changed since high school, Riles.”

“Yeah, Piper, when it was fat then too.”

“Do you even have a mirror? This ass? Right here?” Piper continued to squeeze it, gently but persistently, with each heightened syllable. “This ass is perfect, Riley. And don’t ever think otherwise.”

Riley’s eyelids fluttered appreciatively over Piper’s ripe, bruised lips. “You’re still in the throes of hot, wicked lust, that’s why you think it’s perfect.”

Piper rolled her eyes and graduated from squeezing to stroking, encompassing the entirety of Riley’s ripe, firm ass in her appreciative gesture. “I’m going to tell you a little story that’s lived in me for years, okay? And when it’s over, you’ll know just how perfect of an ass I think you have—and a whole lot more. Are you ready for that?”

Riley’s smile was pure honey, her eyes dewy with affection. “Storytime with Piper? I’m down.”

Piper’s heart was racing, and not just because she had her hand on the finest ass in all of Jasper. The memory of that day, vivid and evocative, was as fresh now as it had been nearly seven years earlier. “Good, because I’m going to tell it anyway. So, do you remember the time we were at that regional meet in Charlotte?”

Riley’s eyelids fluttered with recollection. Then she smiled. “You mean sophomore year?”

“Exactly. We had to be on the bus by 6:00 a.m. and it was a three-hour drive and when we got there it was raining and we had to sit in the stands and wait for it to blow over and then, even after it did, it took a while to clear the track and the team had kind of scattered by then. Some of the girls were getting snacks at the vending machines, and others were in the visitors’ locker room changing and some more were touring the campus gym and you had fallen asleep, face down, in your running shorts…”

“And what? You sat there, watching me?”

“Duh.”

Riley’s laughter shook the bed once more, sending shivers of delight, and more, through Piper’s body. “Perv.”

“And? What of it?”

“Nothing, I guess. There was a story in there, I was promised?”

Piper squeezed that ass again, firmly, intently, tenderly. “I’m getting to it. So many interruptions…” she teased, squeezing once more for good measure. In reply, Riley squirmed and almost imperceptibly spread her legs.

Piper noticed, but continued kneading and caressing Riley’s ripe, shapely ass in the meantime. “The sun had finally come out, and I was a few bleachers away, trying not to be too obvious, you know?”

“Trying not to be too obvious as you stared at my ass?”

“Like I said, the other girls had all drifted away and I was pretending to scroll through my phone, but all I could see was your ass, perfect and ripe, just like today. And that was the moment I knew…”

Piper paused, fingertips slithering up and down the curve of Riley’s closest buttock until they drifted over the crest and down to the joint where her ripe, fleshy orb met the top of her thigh. Riley shivered predictably and, just as predictably, spread her legs a little more.

Mission accomplished, Piper thought dreamily.

“Knew what?” Riley purred, voice silken and low as it grew more desirous with each taunting, teasing pass of Piper’s admiring hand.

“Knew I was into you. Knew I was into girls, specifically. Knew, after seeing that ass, perfect in shape and size, glowing in the sunlight, just a few feet away from my hungry eyes, that I’d never been into anything, or anyone, as much as I was into you.”

As if to prove it, Piper slid her hands between Riley’s legs. They both gasped. Riley, she supposed, at the sudden sensation of long, probing fingers against the swell of her labia and Piper at the slick, wet heat residing there.

Riley ground against Piper’s fingers, the passion readily apparent as she spread her thighs and arched that round, perfect ass in concert, all but inviting Piper’s hungry fingers deeper, further inside. Piper willingly obliged, gently teasing and pleasing her eager lover as they murmured and moaned the story to completion.

“I never slept with another boy after that,” Piper assured her.

“No? Never?” Riley could not hide her surprise as her eyelids fluttered open and shut.

“I never wanted to after that,” Piper assured her.

“But you’d already seen me in the showers.” Riley grew more and more bold as she pressed and writhed against Piper’s tender touch.

“This was different, somehow. More personal, more private…” Piper’s voice was barely above a whisper by then, two eager fingers buried to the hilt inside Riley’s sweltering pussy, her greedy lover grinding against the joint where her fingers ended and her hand began, mining the sweet junction against her swollen clit as if road testing a new sex toy fresh out of the box.

“Tell me,” Riley gasped, slick and wet and hot against Piper’s glistening fingers, her rhythm increasing with the height of her curiosity. “Tell me what was different, babe. Say it…say it out loud.”

“I’m not sure,” Piper explained, realizing that her words were turning Riley on as much as the wet, sticky fingers wedged deep inside her. “I think because we were alone, in a way we hadn’t been before. Even in that big stadium, where anyone could return at any minute, I had you all to myself…”

Riley arched her back, biting down on her lower lip as she gyrated greedily against Piper’s cupped palm, pressed tight against her sweltering mound.

Her lover’s voice was low and far away, as if speaking through a fevered dream. “Just like now, huh?”

Effortlessly, Riley lifted herself up to her knees, brown hair cascading across the pillows with her face still buried in the soft white pillow. The gentle motion didn’t just invite Piper’s fingers deeper inside, it all but demanded it.

“Not quite,” Piper purred, wriggling her buried fingers even as she pressed her palm oh so gently against Riley’s clit. “But that ass, perfect and round in those little track shorts you liked so much, spawned a million fantasies…”

Riley gasped and came, quickly, noisily, hungrily, warming Piper’s palm and the fingers buried inside her tight cavern with the essence of her lust. She turned her head from side to side, moaning aloud. “A million, huh?”

As if to emphasize the number, Piper slid and rasped until she came again. “Maybe more,” she teased, watching Riley shiver with delight and desire.

Riley shook off the tremors of another orgasm, richer and thicker and hotter than ever before. “Damn, then…then…” She shivered anew, the aftershocks apparently short-circuiting her pillow talk. “Guess you came home just in time then, huh?”

Piper inched closer, if only to slither her fingers in further and cup her lover’s soft mound all the more tenderly. “Speaking of coming, Riley…”

They chuckled then, a soft, low display of desire. Piper could have stayed there all day, naked and kneeling as she pleasured and teased and pleased sweet, sweaty, shaking Riley.

Over and over again.