Erica slid to the floor and put her head on my lap. “I was so mad at you…”
“I know.” My hand moved her wet hair off of her cheek.
“I wanted to hate you,” she went on. “I wanted to hate you both-but I couldn’t. I love you too much. You know that, right?”
“I do now,” I choked out, stroking her hair, her back. “I love you, too, you know.”
She drew a shaky breath, rubbing her cheek against my bare thigh. “I know. Do you know how I know?”
“How?” I whispered. Her lips touched my skin, warm and soft, and I shivered.
“Because you didn’t tell me,” she murmured, looking up at me. “You were both protecting me.” I held my arms out and we hugged. I sank to the floor beside her and we held on, both of us crying.
“You must really love him,” she said into my ear as we rocked. “You both risked so much…”
“I know it’s a sin,” I whispered, holding her tight. “But it feels so right. I don’t understand it.”
“God works in mysterious ways, I guess.” She squeezed me hard.
I sat back, frowning. “Do you really think we’re being punished?”
“I did.” Erica sighed. “Now… I don’t know.”
“I can’t help how I feel.” I pleaded at her with my eyes, feeling the tremble in my mouth.
She nodded. “I know. Come on, let’s go get changed and get warm.” It felt like old times, like nothing had ever come between us, as we stripped out of our wet clothes and pulled on t-shirts and climbed, still shivering, into her bed to snuggle under the covers.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Erica touched her forehead to mine.
“Noooo!” I groaned. “That’s how this all started.”
She raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“Me and your dad.” I flushed at the memory. “That’s how… we started…” Her eyes were searching. “How? Tell me?”
“Are you sure?” I swallowed, rolling away from her. I didn’t want her to see my face.
“Yeah.” Her hand over my back. “What happened?”
I let out a slow sigh, closing my eyes. “I saw him one night when I got up to use the bathroom…”
“Doing what?” Erica rested her hand on my hip and she moved in so her body was pressed up against mine.
“He was… he was watching a movie… and…” I glanced over my shoulder at her, feeling her soft thighs against mine. “Are you sure you want to hear this?” She nodded, moving my wet hair and kissing my neck. “Tell me. I want to know.”
“You’re not too weirded out?” I insisted, shivering when her lips moved down into the curve toward my shoulder.
“Yes,” she admitted with sigh. “And no. It’s hard to explain.”
“Tell me about it,” I breathed as her fingers edged their way under my t-shirt, stroking the soft skin of my belly. It was distracting. “Anyway… I saw him touching himself… and he was so… god, he was so hard, Erica…” She made a little noise, her breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.
“I couldn’t help watching him and touching myself, too…” Her fingers crept under the elastic of my panties, teasing. “Did you see him come?”
“Yeah,” I breathed as her hand moved to cup my mound. “All over his belly.”
“Then what?” she prodded, her hand rubbing slowly over my pussy.
“I don’t remember,” I murmured, squirming, feeling the heat of her crotch against my bottom.
I whimpered when she moved her hand away. “Fine, if you don’t want to tell me…”
“I do,” I protested, reaching my hand back and touching her bare thigh, pulling her hip in to me and wiggling back against her. “I just… it seems a little strange… telling you…”
“We tell each other everything,” she reminded me. “I told you all about me and Bobby…”
She had a point. “I wanted to tell you… when you told me about Bobby…”
“You’d already done it?” she gasped, her hand squeezing my ass hard through my panties.
I squealed, laughing. “Yeah… that’s why I asked you if it hurt…”
“Did it?” she asked, inching my panties down over my bottom.
“Yeah, a little.” I arched my back with a sigh, feeling her fingers probing me from behind. “But then… oh god… then it started to feel so good…”
“Is he big?” She pressed her thigh between mine, opening me more to her fingers as they slipped inside.
“Yes,” I whispered, moaning when she started to move them in and out of my wetness. “Ohhh yes… that’s good.”
“Was he on top?” Her fingers curled inside of me, making me gasp.
“The first time…” I lifted my leg higher, feeling her push in deeper, faster.
“How many times?” Her thumb moved to find my clit, rubbing it slowly back and forth, teasing me.
“Oh god that’s good,” I whispered, rocking with her. “Just a few times… so far…”
“So far,” she breathed, wiggling her fingers up inside of me. “So you think you’re going to do it again?”
I sighed, closing my eyes. “I hope so…”
“Me too.” She kissed my neck as her fingers plunged into me, making a soft wet noise between my legs. “Promise to tell me about it…”
“Erica,” I moaned, squeezing my pussy around her fingers, wanting more.
“That’s… mmm… god, that’s just so wrong…”
“I know.” Her lips moved over my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin there. “But if I’m going to do this whole virgin thing, I might as well live through you…”
I turned to face her, sighing when her fingers slid out of me. “Are you really going to?”
“I don’t know.” She gave me a bitter smile. “I’m done with Bobby… and I’m not really into anyone else right now.” I touched her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. She tasted like apples and I licked her sweetness off my lips. “Except you.” She smiled, sliding her hand under my panties again.
“I thought…” My eyes closed as she probed between my swollen lips, her finger finding my clit. “Ohhh… mmm… I thought that you were recommitting yourself…”
“Well…” Her breath was warm over my face as she started rubbing me. “If I just do this with you, technically, I’m still a virgin…” I smiled, sighing and opening my legs a little wider. “But isn’t it still a sin?”
“I guess there’s always confession,” she murmured, pressing her fingers up into me, making me moan.
“Oh, Erica,” I gasped, sliding my thigh up over hers. “If we keep confessing this stuff to Father Michael, he’s going to have a heart attack.”
She giggled, slipping down between my legs and pulling my panties all the way down. “You should have heard him huffing and puffing when I was in there.
Surprised the whole thing didn’t come down.”
“Oh, god, that’s good,” I whispered as I watched her part my lips with her fingers and tickle my clit with her tongue. “I don’t care if it’s a sin…” Erica’s whole mouth covered my mound, her eyes meeting mine as she sucked and licked. Her tongue worked my flesh, back and forth, around and around, sending delicious thrills through me. I had been punishing myself all week and hadn’t even touched myself, and now the feel of her mouth on me was almost too much pleasure to bear.
“Feel good?” She flicked my clit with her tongue and slipped a finger inside of me. I wiggled, moaning, grabbing my thighs and pulling them back so she could really fuck me with her hand, her fingers working in and out of my pussy as she licked me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, pulling my t-shirt up so I could play with my nipples, sending extra waves of sensation down between my legs, right to the spot that she was teasing with her tongue. I gasped and moaned, rocking my hips up to meet her mouth and her hand, her fingers shoving wetly in and out of my hole.