“I don’t mind it. But you don’t have to help me clean up. I can do it.”
Melanie ran her hand from Ariel’s chest to the side of her breast, her fingertips just missing Ariel’s nipple. Cum smeared in her hands’ wake. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” she asked.
Ariel followed Melanie’s eyes to her own bushy vagina. Before she could ask what Melanie meant, she knew. She just couldn’t believe it.
“Do you still want to cum?”
Melanie ran her fingers through the cum on Ariel’s body, moving down her side and then over her hips, stopping with a fingertip directly on Ariel’s clit. Ariel stiffened with pleasure. It felt so good, having pressure there from another person, that Ariel didn’t care that it was a woman. Melanie had been so good to her thus far, and now she was offering to help where Ryan hadn’t. It didn’t seem gay. Just one woman helping another.
Ariel took a deep breath. She felt her nipples growing hard. She didn’t think she’d last long anyway, so why not? “Yes…”
Melanie began rubbing Ariel’s clit, first with just a delicate finger, than with a rougher hand. Ariel spread her thighs and closed her eyes, trying to reach climax as soon as possible so she could get out of Melanie’s way. The woman had done so much for her already, she didn’t want to burden her. But Ariel couldn’t ignore how good Melanie’s touch felt, either, and how much she wanted it to last.
“Does that feel good?” Melanie asked.
“Mmmm, yes,” Ariel replied.
“Are you close to cumming?”
Ariel felt good, but not that good, and the shake-up from earlier had definitely hurt her drive. “No, not yet. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. You don’t have to be close. I can make this last, if you want. How long did you suck him?” Ariel wasn’t sure, but she told Melanie when they’d started up, which, she was surprised to find, had been almost two hours ago.
“My God,” Melanie gasped. “You’re a very special young woman. Ryan definitely doesn’t deserve you.”
Ariel said nothing.
“I can try to make you last that long. Do you want that?”
Ariel bit her lip, her eyes still closed. “Yeah…”
Melanie rubbed Ariel’s clit for several minutes, alternating speed, pressure, and occasionally dipping her fingers in cum to lube up. It all worked up Ariel into an area she’d never reached before, even during that first time with Ryan. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she didn’t want it to stop. She grabbed Melanie’s arm tight with both hands as a signal to keep going.
“Oh God,” Ariel gasped. “Oh my–” and then she was cut off by a slow, soft kiss that came out of nowhere but was easily welcomed. Ariel’s first instinct would have been to open her eyes in shock if she hadn’t already been fantasizing about the kiss, and so when she got what she wanted, she was more than ready to kiss back. It was a lover’s kiss, soft and sweet, tongues making love instead of wrestling, lips molding together instead of smacking. Ariel tasted Ryan’s cum from her own lips, and became thrilled at the knowledge that Melanie must have tasted it, too.