I'll be waiting

Yes, I swam dirty waters

But you pushed me in

               “This is a one-time deal, ok?” Tiffany pushed the door and it clicked locked. It was just like the old times. She was Jessica’s genie. Jessica’s wish was her command. She looked at the girl who was sitting at the edge of the bed, kicking off her five-inch silver stilettos that have strained her delicate legs from a whole day of shopping. It’s been three years since Tiffany has returned from Los Angeles and they had a lot of catching up to do. The shopping bags are heaped at the foot of the bed, an assortment of designer clothes and shoes, minty and freshly bought from boutiques all around Seoul.

                “Yeah right.” The blonde scoffed. “A one-time deal just like in college. A one time-deal that happened almost every night for four years straight.” She threw her bag among the pile of their haul. Tiffany could just let out a sigh and smiled with her eyes as she drew closer to where her friend was sitting. She gently pushed her back up into the bed, left hand cupping her small breast over the white fabric of her sundress, the right sliding right under the hem of her skirt to reveal pale skinned thighs which automatically parted themselves at the Tiffany’s soft warm touch.

Hold me closer one more time

Say that you love me in your last goodbye

Please forgive me for my sins

Yes, I swam dirty waters

But you pushed me in

               Jessica turned her head on cue as she felt the familiar pair of hands unwrap her like a present, liberating her from all her garments. They went further back close to the headboard with every item coming off and being tossed to the pile of paper bags, one by one, like dirty laundry haphazardly chucked into a clothes’ bin. She lets out a moan as the fingers of her fully clothed friend crawled on her bare skin, playing inaudible melodies between her legs. "Does Donghae really deprive you that much?" The raven haired girl chuckled as she massaged the folds of the girl who was splayed out on the bed. Her digits felt smooth against the shaved womanhood staring back at her, throbbing and begging to be touched.

               "Shut up and just fuck me, god! Stop talking about my stupid husband." Jessica groaned as she tugged on Tiffany's red mini skirt, feeling unfair that she was the only one exposed. The other complied by unbuttoning her white shirt slowly, revealing that she wore no bra underneath. Impatient, Jessica helped her by pulling down her skirt but ended up ripping it apart.

               "That's a designer skirt."

               "We just shopped! Just wear another one on your way home." Jessica sounded irate. She would have said more but Tiffany already crashed their lips together, two different shades of lipstick smearing into a cherry flavored swirl, skidding from mouth to cheek. She parted from Jessica's cool and supple skin to toss off the torn skirt along with her hot pink lingerie.

               "I wasn’t complaining, ok? Just saying." She smirked as her hands wandered across the girl’s waif thin body. Her arms finding their way around Jessica's waist, gliding up and down her smooth back as their lips communed with each other between gasps of breath. Each kiss kept getting longer and deeper than the previous, their breaths erratic from their passionate liplock. They exchanged three years worth of stories silently through a way that only they knew. A secret they have kept for seven years.

I've seen your face under every sky

Over every border and on every line

You know my heart more than I do

We were the greatest, me and you

               As they kissed, memories came flooding in. Both their eyes were filled with reminiscence of the days when they knew nothing but the piece of heaven they found in each other’s embrace. The innocence of their accidental first kiss in the lockers after PE class which through time developed into full blown steamy make-out sessions in their dorm was commemorated by how their tongues danced with each other―fluidly and gradually intensifying. The dark haired vixen dominated the session like she always had back then. She playfully teased every corner of the other girl’s mouth; tasting Jessica’s soured marriage and her own bitter retreat to the states.

               She pushed Jessica back down to the bed and the latter fell to the cushion of big white pillows. Feeling a sense of pre-euphoria at Tiffany’s touch, Jessica threw her head back in anticipation but diverted her gaze to the ceiling as she saw Donghae’s face on their wedding picture framed on the bedside table. Tiffany stifled a laugh as she angled herself between her old friend’s spread out legs. “Your husband is watching us.” Her eyes turned into crescent half moons but Jessica returned her a cold stare. Not wanting anymore distraction, she slammed the frame down facing the table. It was never her wish to marry Donghae anyway. It was out of courtesy and tradition that they were together. I wouldn’t care if he was doing another woman at this moment―or another man for that matter.

               Tiffany’s hands ambled on her body, coasting from her neck, to her shoulders and finally to the sides of her perfect mounds, pressing them together as the girl on top leered close to her face. Skin to skin, face to face and breaths exchanged one to one. Their sexes were directly in front of each other, passing heat through a millimeter of breathing space.

               Jessica held in her breath as her partner licked the shell of her ear. “You’re still the same, pillow queen.” Tiffany’s words tickled their way into her brain as if the hot air blowing under her ear could penetrate deep into her flesh. Her cold body succumbed to the heat that was spreading from their raw points of contact to her entirety. Jessica choked back her pleasured moans as her best friend painted her bust with her hot tongue; French lacquered nails digging deep into the sides of her mountains as Tiffany licked the valley that was her cleavage.

                “Ouch! You didn’t cut your nails.” Jessica pushed Tiffany off of her reluctantly; Her hips still jutting out to make contact and her face pale for all her blood has gone down to her swollen womanhood.

But we had time against us,

And miles between us,

The heavens cried,

I know I left you speechless,

But now the sky has cleared and it's blue,

And I see my future in you,

                “Are you seriously gonna scratch me with those claws?” She heaves a frustrated sigh but Tiffany cleared the knot on her forehead with both her thumbs. Contrary to the calm persona she usually emanated, Tiffany knew from experience that Jessica’s temper was not the best when her needs weren’t met. But like always, she knew which buttons to push to put her back in the mood―just like the good old days. “Impatient ice princess, tss. I have other ways.”She giggled then pulled the slender girls frail leg and crossed it on her own, their lower limbs creating a deformed swastika joined at the lips of their heated holes, rubbing on each other sensually.

               In their scissor-like position, Tiffany was first to move by slowly gyrating her hips, stimulating their clits both at the same time. It didn’t take long for Jessica to learn the beat and participate in her friend’s solo-samba. Her body automatically rotated in its own axis in time with Tiffany’s rhythmic beat. The music of skin slapping filled the room and soon soft moans of two different pitches joined the erotic symphony. Their bodies sang an ode to this worldly bliss that they have longed for in three dismal years.

                “How was it?” Between catching breath and grinding, Tiffany managed to moan a question. She whipped back her long sweat drenched hair as she pinched her own pink nipples, her own action causing herself to step higher in elation. She bucked her hips harder and faster.

                “How… was what?” Jessica’s eyes were half lidded. Where she did not cramp, her muscles started to spasm uncontrollably but a fire of adrenalin was rushing through her body. She didn’t want to stop. She felt as if she was a giant erogenous zone. Her moans came out from under her breath when Tiffany took her foot and sucked on her sensitive toes.

                “Being with a man. How was your husband in bed?” The blonde girl groaned exasperatedly; ticked off at her question but more irritated by the fact that Tiffany stopped their action right when she was about to reach her peak.

                “Why do you have to bring it up?” She lets her self fall back to the cushion, lightly knocking her back to the headboard.

                “Why would you still want to be fingered when you can have a dick?” Tiffany has always been straight to the point. Her words were somewhat bordering sarcastic and matter-of-factly. “I’m sure Donghae has bigger hands than mine.”Jessica scowled at her and left the bed, her nakedness rivaling the sultry gracefulness of a nymph. She went over to a wooden cabinet and stared there blankly as Tiffany said her piece. “What I’m trying to say is, Donghae is not a bad guy. We’ve known him since college. Even if it was an arranged marriage, he doesn’t deserve to have his wife randomly whoring on other women.”

Let me stay here for just one more night

Build your world around me

And pull me to the light

So I can tell you that I was wrong

I was a child then, but now I'm willing to learn

               After an eternity of silence, she went back to the bed with a hard look on his face and a pink wand that was roughly the size of a ruler on her hand. She swiftly pushed Tiffany on her back and straddled her by her waist. It was a first for Jessica as she was used to being passive when they were back in college. She was born to be pleased. But for once, she turned the table and it was her turn to be on top. She pinned Tiffany’s arms to the sides and found out that she was a lot stronger than she had supposed all those years.

               Tiffany’s pale skin that contrasted her hair beautifully seemed to blur into her own. Both were damp and moist from cold sweat. “You think I’m whoring on other women? Bitch please. I’m not even bisexual before I met you. This is all your fault. You sexed me up for four straight years in college. Now you ask me why I don’t want a dick in my cunt? You screwed me over― physically and metaphorically. Take responsibility of it.” The brunette did not show any sign of resistance to neither her physical nor verbal tackle. She just looked as the other girl’s face slowly went lower, eye to eye with her erect nipples.

               They looked like pink candies on top of her porcelain skin and called out for Jessica’s attention. She earnestly responded by treating each one of them with her slick tongue, tasting them alternately as if they would have changed flavours. Impressed by the fervor, Tiffany made low moans that aroused Jessica more, resonating from Tiffany’s ribcage to her cranium, pushing an urge to have more of Tiffany’s sweet taste.

               She puts the entire left breast of Tiffany into her hot mouth. And once it filled her, it felt more than natural that she sucked on it like a baby hungry for milk. The moans became more loud and wanton as she sucked harder and pinched the other nipple. She never realized how greatly pleasing it was to hear another person’s moan of sexual gratification. It aroused her more than anything she could remember. A deep sense of pleasure filled her and all she could think of was wanting to hear Tiffany scream for her. All their arguments moments ago was completely forgotten in this new fire that burned in her.

               When she unlatched her mouth from Tiffany’s abused breast, her eyes trailed down on the glamorous figure before her. She carefully admired the curves of the girl’s body. It took a short while for her to notice that Tiffany was still moaning while rubbing her clit on Jessica’s knee.

                “Slut.” Jessica hissed as she wiped her knee with her hand. She felt the thick texture of Tiffany’s wetness on her fingers. A few seconds of deliberating later, she smelled it and finally decided to take a taste. She decides to kneel in front of Tiffany’s carnal altar. Looking at it in all its glory spread out before her. She explored the folds with her delicate fingers; hitting the right chord would earn her a dragging moan from Tiffany each time. The taste of Tiffany’s sex lingering in her mouth drew her face closer to the source and impelled her to have more of it. She ran the tip of her tongue at Tiffany’s sensitive creases, flicking the small nub of nerves then sucking at it to be rewarded by loud pants and weak pleasured cries. The soft mewls became long orgasmic howls as Jessica thrust her tongue into Tiffany’s core.

               Still not satisfied that Tiffany was going crazy with her oral service, she remembered the toy she got from her drawer moments earlier. She pressed a button on the pink wand lying on their side and it started to buzz lightly. She ran it lightly around the knot of nerves and instantly Tiffany’s body was thrashing in ecstasy. Pleased with the reaction, she traced the girl’s entrance with the device still humming a low vibration.

                “Fuck!” Tiffany never cursed before as far as she knew. But weirdly, the profanity aroused her more than any dirty talk that her own husband tried on her. It was her signal to penetrate her with the toy in her hand.

                “Donghae is a useless bastard. We rarely have time with each other and when we did, he never satisfied me. I always had to fake it.” Jessica mindlessly said with a dark chuckle while she slowly inserted the vibrator inside Tiffany’s soaked hole. She made noises like a cat in heat and her body bucked forward. Jessica liked it. Her French tips were gripping the white sheets so tightly that even the bedcovers untucked.

                “I caught him with his so called business client Hyukjae… pants down―literally. I guess that makes us even.” She started thrusting the pink vibrator in a slow steady pace, enjoying the view of Tiffany’s chest rising and falling with her action. Screaming of pleasure she couldn’t contain. Pulling out one last time, Tiffany’s body dropped limp on the bed mattress. Muttering soft cusses about not having her release yet.

                “Sica, fu… ahh…” She was surprised when Jessica dropped the toy and instead inserted three fingers on her pussy. It was wet and engorged with blood and lust. Her eyes were behind their sockets. Jessica felt Tiffany’s walls contracting on her fingers. She went deeper. “Fuck! How can you be so good?” At last Tiffany managed to conjure a proper sentence from her rapture.

                “A lot of practice I guess. You have no idea how many times I had to do this to myself while thinking of you.”

I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to love me again

I put my hands up

I'll do everything different,

I'll be better to you

                “Take me to LA with you. I’ll fix my visa and wait for you to come back for me.” Jessica said in her sultry voice as she tapped on Tiffany’s sweet spot. The tide that has been slowly building up inside Tiffany was rushing through her body now, crashing down on her entire being, sweeping her away. For a moment, her mind and sight went blank and a distinct metallic taste filled her mouth. Jessica’s hand and the sheets were showered with her juice, as she came really hard.

               Her body was spent and her mind was empty. As soon as she gathered up enough strength, she crawled to Jessica’s side and let herself rest on her friend’s arm. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a serene face that she recognized from years ago. Back then, things were less complicated. They lived in one room and nobody cared. They were best friends. They were lovers. They were there for each other and no one else really mattered. But now things were different.

                “I can’t take you to LA with me. I’m marrying Siwon next month. I’m leaving tomorrow night to help in the preparations.” She sounded defeated. Although she was not sure if it was by the fact that she can’t make Jessica’s wish come true this time or because she wished for exactly the same thing and knew that it can’t be.

               Tiffany’s eyes fell down to her nakedness and then to the equally bare body beside her. She looked at her best friend’s face and noticed it was as calm as it was she remembered when she first saw her seven years ago.

                “I’ll be waiting for you.” There was a certainty in her voice and solace in her eyes. Tiffany didn’t know how or why but she somehow believed in Jessica’s certainty amidst their impossibility.

I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to love me again

I put my hands up

I'll be somebody different,

I'll be better to you