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Title: Two Girls Under Covers (Fsolo FF)
Author: ink (inkpost@aol.om)

Warning:  Under eighteen, erase this now.

Note: I would like to thank everyone who responded to 
my last story (The Pink Bow).  I was amazed by the flood 
of positive email.  I would also like to thank my 
editorial staff: Denny and the lovely Xenia, without 
you this story would be a horror.

PS Positive or negative email is highly desired.  I am
addicted to this!


Two Girls Under Covers
By ink


	Chloe Gibson yawned and stretched on her warm 
bed. It was Sunday, sometime in the afternoon, she 
had been lounging under her thick blankets all 
morning and now she was getting restless. It was days 
like this that she 
felt like a cat, laying around purring softly as she 
bathed in the sunlight streaming through her window. 
Only getting up lazily and getting some milk. 
But now she felt the world pulling on her, she felt 
another pulling as well, as if the cat she felt like 
was going into heat.
	Absently, Chloe let her hands move under the 
thick comforter on her bed. The sun was shining in 
through the window, even though it was nearly 30 
degrees outside, and combined with the mass of 
pillows and blankets on her she was overheated and 
slightly sweaty. The heat hissed through the vents in 
her room adding even more heat. She thought about 
pushing off the dense coverings and opening a window, 
but the feeling of being aroused and so hot was 
making her feel dizzy and languid.
	Warmth was growing between her legs and she bit 
her lower lip. She pulled her sheet hard letting it 
slide between here legs and rub against her panty 
covered sex. The slight friction made her moan. She 
was really starting to get wet.
Shifting under the blankets, her hands went to 
her white cotton t-shirt, hunting for her hardening 
nipples. Finding them she pulled them roughly and 
twisted them. The soft, well worn, cotton felt like 
silk against her skin and she rolled her nipples in 
slow little circles, groaning as the fabric teased 
her awakened flesh.

Downstairs, Chloe's mother moved around the 
small house cleaning and dusting, oblivious to the 
goings on upstairs. She frowned a bit when she 
realized that it was past noon and her nineteen year 
old daughter was still sleeping. She shrugged off her 
concern with the knowledge that her daughter worked 
hard in college and deserved a break during her 
vacation. This was, after all, her first day off 
after months of tests and studying.

Chloe teased herself, never quite touching her 
most sensitive parts, but instead enjoying the slow 
building and the waves of erotic pleasure. Her young 
taut body was still covered by the blankets and now a 
thin sheen of perspiration covered her body. 
Under the covers, she slid out of her shirt and 
wiggled out of her panties. The feeling of her old 
blankets against her naked skin was electric. She had 
forgotten what it was like to be alone in a room and 
to totally commit yourself to your own pleasure. In 
her dorm room she had to lay still and move her hand 
quickly and quietly against her sex to masturbate. 
She hardly ever did it for fear that her two 
roommates would catch her. Now she writhed around 
under her cover with abandon and closed her eyes to 
imagine playing like this for hours, exploring new 
plateaus plateau's of ecstasy.

As Chloe's mother opened a window to shake out 
a small rug, she saw Chloe's childhood friend, Darcy, 
was out side waving at her. "Come on in honey!" Ms. 
Gibson shouted through the open window. The both 
smiled at they met at the door.
Ms. Gibson was amazed at how Darcy had grown 
into a beautiful young woman. She fondly remembered 
the girl as a rather silly tomboy who was constantly 
around the Gibson home while Chloe was in grade 
school. Chloe and Darcy were almost never apart until 
they both went off to different colleges.
"Hi Ms. Gibson, happy holidays!" the two 
embraced in a warm hug.
Ms. Gibson practically pulled Darcy into the 
house and quickly closed the door. "Come in, come in, 
Darcy. It's freezing out there, you will catch your 
death."
The young girl came in a and shivered from the 
near freezing wind outside. Ms. Gibson took this time 
to look over the girl that had come to be a second 
daughter over the past few years. She was a year and 
a half younger then Chloe and by Ms. Gibson's 
calculations that meant she just turned eighteen a 
few weeks ago. She smiled to see that the girl seemed 
happy and healthy, though she was a little upset that 
the girl had cut off her long beautiful black curls 
and now wore her hair in a very short, stylish, but 
rather masculine hairdo.
The girl had very pale skin and was very 
petite, looking almost waifish.  Her most 
distinguishing feature by far was her pouty bee stung 
lips. This made her pretty face look very sensual.
"Take off your jacket and let's get some hot 
cocoa in you." Ms. Gibson said fawning over her 
daughter's favorite friend.
"Thanks Ms. G. Is sleeping beauty up yet?" 
Darcy said jokingly.
Ms. Gibson laughed as she hung up Darcy's coat 
and the two walked over to the kitchen.
"No, not yet. I will go wake her up, you stay 
down here and get warm."
Darcy quickly stood up from the kitchen table 
and moved to the stairs to cut Ms. Gibson off.
"No, wait Ms. G. I haven't seen Chloe in 
months, can I surprise her." Darcy said with 
excitement in her eyes.
Ms. Gibson smiled and nodded. "Oh you kids, go 
up there and tell Chloe that I am going to be busy 
down here getting the house ready for the big party 
and she should came down in an hour or so to help."
Chloe nodded as she started up the stairs. "Ok, 
but I have to warn you, we have four months of gossip 
to catch up on. We might be up there for a while." 
The two giggled.

Chloe started to pant as she slipped one finger 
between the hairless lips of her sex. She was slow 
and methodical. She arched her back as that same 
finger slipped into the wet tightness.  
Quickly she pulled her hand away. She wiggled 
and turned under the thick wet covers. She pulled the 
covers further over her head and was overcome with 
the scent of her own sex. She brought her wet finger 
to her mouth and sucked it roughly, then she moved it 
back down to her sex and splayed the lips wide. She 
moved her other hand down and let a single finger 
move across her now exposed clit. Her body rocked and 
spasmed.

As she climbed the stairs, Darcy's curious 
smile faded and her true emotions came to the 
surface.
She was hot. She had been fantasizing about 
seeing her childhood lover for weeks now. Her body 
was alive and her stomach trembled. She bit her 
already reddened lower lip in frustration.
The stairs seemed to go on forever, but soon 
she was at the door. The white wood seemed so 
familiar, yet the whole place seemed smaller now that 
she had been out in the world. 
Darcy had seen many things in the last few 
months, been both with women and with men. She had 
been to Europe and Australia and of all the amazing 
sights she had witnessed, none were equal to the 
erotic vision of Chloe, nude, back arched, legs 
spread, wet and moaning. It was that vision that made 
her awaken at night. It was the same vision that 
Darcy hoped she would soon see again.
Darcy placed her shaking hand on the doorknob 
and turned it slowly, she wanted to surprise her old 
friend.

Chloe arched her back and rode her wet fingers 
under her blanket. She let out soft little moans each 
time her fingertips touched her hard little clit. Her 
sex was soaked now and burning hot. The lips were 
aroused and swollen, she felt like her whole body was 
on fire.

Darcy opened the door silently and slipped into 
the room with stealth. She closed the door and turned 
quickly putting her back to it.
The first thing that overcame Darcy was the 
rich heavy scent of sex and the sticky smell of 
bubblegum.
Looking to her right, she saw the large gumball 
machine that Chloe got for her twelfth birthday. 
Looking to her left she saw a writhing shifting form 
under purple and blue blankets.
Darcy held her breath as the small cooing and 
moaning brought her back to all the nights these two 
girls kissed and fucked until dawn. Darcy bit her lip 
to stop from sighing as she looked at the erotic show 
in front of her.

Chloe bucked and shifted trying to achieve a 
climax to this wonderfully torturous building, but to 
no avail. Where her fingers were once tender on her 
young skin, now she was rough with herself. 
She pulled at her nipples and forced two 
fingers deep inside of herself.  She finger fucked 
herself, letting her palm rub against her clit 
violently.
The heat and the power of her excitement were 
making her faint, plus there wasn't much air under 
her thick wet sheets. She gasped for breath and 
growled with need, then abruptly threw her blankets 
off of her and half way across the room.
Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was 
open wide. Her back and shoulders were pressed hard 
against the bed and her hips were thrust up in the 
air.

Darcy looked at the wild act taking place 
before her eyes and clenched her fists tightly. 
Chloe's skin looked raw and she could see the 
white trails of clawing fingers along her thighs and 
stomach.  She was covered in sweat, her chocolate 
brown hair matted to her pretty face.  Her nipples 
were bright red and swollen. Her sex was glistening 
obscenely and she was working three fingers in and 
out of herself.
Darcy's hands quickly moved to the buttons of 
her shirt.
She nearly ripped off her shirt, then her bra, 
then the rest of her clothes.
Standing there nude in front of her naked 
lover, she felt her heart pound in her chest and her 
sex dampen.

Chloe climbed and climbed. The world around her 
was distant and dark. All that she knew was her 
heartbeat in her ears, the powerful throbbing in 
between her legs, and the tingling that signalled the 
start of her orgasm.
The cool air on her body made her wet skin even 
more alive. She started a fast rhythm with her hands 
and hips that she knew would bring her to heaven.  
Then, suddenly, her world came to a stop.

Darcy's face shone with a wicked smile as she 
jumped onto Chloe's bed and pinned her arms to her 
sides.
Chloe screamed at the top of her lungs as her 
mind reeled in chaos. Her eyes flashed open and she 
was about to attack who ever grabbed her when her 
brilliant green eyes locked with Darcy's.

Down the stairs, Ms. Gibson heard a yell. She 
smiled and nodded to her self thinking; "Those silly 
kids, always trying to surprise each other."

Darcy moved hastily to Chloe's side and placed 
her hand over Chloe's mouth. She moved over the 
girl's body and moved her face to the smoothly shaved 
mound above her sex.
Chloe didn't have time to comprehend what was 
happening or where her old lover came from, because 
in seconds Darcy's hot tongue snaked between the lips 
of her enflamed sex.
Darcy had never tasted such a sweet and 
powerful flavor. It was thick like syrup and coated 
her tongue and lips, making them warm and slick. 
Chloe's body went berserk. She bucked violently 
against Darcy's mouth and cried into her hand. All 
reason left her mind and Darcy's thick, unbelievably 
soft lips moved across her sex. Her tongue darted 
across her rock hard clit making her whole body 
convulse.
Finally those perfect pouting lips surrounded Chloe's 
clit and Darcy sucked the tiny pink nerve into her 
mouth. While sucking, Darcy whipped it with her 
tongue. This was more then Chloe could stand. An 
orgasm unlike any other hit her body like a physical 
blow.

Chloe's mind went numb for a moment, then was 
filled with electricity. Every inch of her body felt 
like it was filling up with lava. Her muscles 
tightened and released over and over again. She was 
shaking and contorting violently, thrashing about the 
bed.

Somewhere under the immense pleasure came an 
acute fear. Chloe didn't know if her body could take 
this kind of pleasure. It seemed like too much.  
Reaching down with such force it frightened her, 
Chloe tried to push Darcy away. Darcy kept her lips 
locked on her lover's sex, riding the waves of 
pleasure.
Orgasm after orgasm rocked Chloe's body. She couldn't 
keep count. It was like a mad agony of pleasure. For 
a few seconds she couldn't breath. 
Finally, Darcy moved up and caught Chloe in the 
throes of an orgasm. She slipped her arms around her 
and held her tight. Moving her hand down, she cupped 
Chloe's sex firmly and felt the girl's legs press 
together tensely.
Darcy knew Chloe's sex would be spasming and 
contracting and that holding her hand over it would 
be a start to her calming down.

After passing out for a few moments, Chloe 
lazily opened her eyes and looked into the face of 
the woman she had longed for since last summer. She 
took a deep breath and smiled weakly.

Darcy gazed into Chloe's eyes with love and 
lust. The two kissed gently and drifted into a midday 
nap.

	Down the stairs, Ms. Gibson opened up the large 
picture window in her spotless livingroom.  Outside 
she saw a car pull up and two more friends of Chloe's 
step out.  It was Michelle, a girl who went to dance 
class with Chloe and Aaron, an old boyfriend.
	Smiling and waving them to hurry in out of the 
cold, Ms. Gibson laughed to herself thinking about 
the two going up to surprise the girls.

end



"He's exploring 
the taste of her 
arousal
so accurate
he sets off 
the beauty in her
he's Venus
he's Venus as a boy."
-Bjork

inkpost@aol.com

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