Cheeky Gal

Girls nights were no different. You, JJ, Penelope, and Emily would get together and share bottles of wine, food, gossip, and laughter. Tonight however, Penelope begged to play a few rounds of never have I ever.

“Okay okay okay guys let me go first,” Penelope waved her arms around the room to shush the groans of protest both JJ and Emily gave her.

“Never have I ever gotten a drunken tattoo,” Penelope excitedly put a finger down.

“Isn’t the point of this game to have as many fingers up as possible?” JJ asked with all ten fingers in the air.

“The point of this game is to bond. Don’t you want to know how and why and where I got this tattoo?” Penelope quipped.

“Pen, I know everything about you. If we bond any further we’re going to fuse together,” JJ replied.

“Fine then Jennifer, since we’re so close why don’t you go,” Penelope faked annoyance.

“Ladies, ladies come on please no fighting tonight,” Emily started, “I’ll go. I have a good one,”

You laughed to yourself watching JJ and Penelope taunt one another like sisters. Emily looked over at you before she took her turn.

“Never have I ever had sex at work,” Emily put a finger down and nudged your side for you to follow suit.

“No!” Penelope drew out the word. You rolled your eyes.

“I thought we said we wouldn’t tell anyone about that!” You covered your face in embarrassment.

“When did this even happen? Where? Is the better question actually. Start there, where?” JJ questioned both of you.

“it was when we first started dating. In the filing room,” you couldn’t get yourself to look at Emily but you could feel the smile radiating off of her.

“How- guys, come on ew! It’s so dusty in there,” Penelope faked disgust.

“Trust me Penelope we were not worried about dust,” Emily beamed.

“JJ, come on, it’s your turn,” you desperately wanted to move on to something more tame.

“Ok. Oh!! Never have I ever faked an orgasm,” JJ pointedly kept her hands raised without a finger down. Both you and Penelope put a finger down.

“You guys are such liars. Never?” You asked.

“I don’t have the time to fake it, you’re either doing the job or you’re not,” JJ said nonchalantly.

“Wow I wish I had your confidence in my early twenties, I thought orgasms were a myth until I was 26,” Penelope joked. You, JJ, and Emily, all laughed with Penelope who turned to you.

“I can’t imagine you not being up front about anything,”

“I get nervous sometimes. Like if I’m taking longer than I expect to, or if I’m tired,”

“Honey, you’re speaking in present tense,” Emily chuckled.

You look away from Emily. Not wanting to embarrass her in front of your friends and coworkers. Penelope picks up her glass of wine from the coffee table averting her eyes to take a long sip. There’s a stretch of silence that you all uncomfortably sit in until you try to muster up the words.

“I-“ you don’t know what to say to Emily, how to calm the storm that you’re sure has already started within her.

“When?” She asks fully turning her back on the company you presently have in your house.

“Em…” you motion with your eyes that you still do in fact have company over.

“Last night?” She asks in shock.

“Emily…” you plead.

“This morning????” Her voice raises by an octave or two.

“Emily!” You groan closing your eyes and rubbing at your temples to lessen the mortification.

JJ tries to jump in, changing the topic, “I absolutely love this rug! Where did you guys get it again?”

Penelope rests her free hand on JJ’s shoulder, “this night just got so much more interesting, please do not ruin it with interior design questions,”

You break eye contact for a moment from the scorching brown looking back at you.

“Anyone want more wine?” you ask meekly.

Penelope and JJ look between themselves and you and Emily. Before they can reply you’re already up on your feet and to the kitchen. Before you can return you hear JJ’s voice politely make an excuse to leave. Something about it getting late and getting back to the boys. JJ who has to practically drag Penelope out, waves goodbye to you as she mouths sorry as she passes the kitchen to the front door.

You pull a glass down from the cabinet and grab some water from the sink. Wanting to extinguish the growing fire of embarrassment inside of you as you see Emily picking up empty glasses and dirty plates to bring them over to the kitchen.

“My angel…” she hugs you from behind after she sets whatever she has down in her hands.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She asks. You turn to face her and you can’t help the pit of anxiety that’s started to form in your stomach.

“I’m sorry Em… I just.. I didn’t want… I don’t know. I thought everyone faked it sometimes,” you couldn’t make eye contact with her. She was holding your face in her hands, caressing the sides of your cheeks.

“Sometimes?” Emily asked hopefully.

“Most times,” you conceded. She kissed the top of your forehead before she started to kneel in front of you.

“Em? What are you doing?” You asked as she rubbed the sides of your thighs up and down. She leaned forward off of her heels to unbutton the jeans you were wearing.

“I’m going to take my time. And make you cum as many times as I can,” she kissed just below your belly button and you could feel the prickle of goosebumps starting to form.

“Emily, come on, it’s okay really, I take way too long, it’s not you,” you lean down slightly trying to get her to get up.

“Baby, I don’t care if I have to go down on you for two hours, I want you to feel good, and I want you to be able to tell me that you do, I should know your body,” she pins your arms to your sides and all you can do is gulp at the thought of her head between your thighs for as long as you’d like.

“Let me make up for all the other times my love, please,” the tone of her voice sends you into a spiral. Emily pouts as she looks up at you and you almost lose it. With your hands caressing her face, petting her hair, you nod imperceptibly and she’s slowly dragging the denim down your legs. leaving kisses in the wake of exposed skin. Your fingers clutch onto the counter behind you as you close your eyes and let yourself get lost in the sensation of the intimacy with Emily. When she sees the small damp spot in your underwear she groans into your clothed pussy. You let out a soft moan and she looks up at you with those beautiful long lashes that frame her doe eyes.

“Baby,” Emily’s voice is breathy, and she can’t stop herself from touching you, rubbing the backs of your calves and running her hands up to your thighs. You lick your lips and anticipation but suddenly she’s up on her feet again, kissing you.

“Let’s go to our room Angel, I want you to be comfortable,” she says against your lips. She takes your hands and pulls you down the hallway. She kisses you against the wall of the room, her hands sliding beneath your thin t-shirt, “is this what you want?” Your breath hitches as her fingers trace the underside of your bare chest. You go to nod your head and her other hand tangles in your hair pulling your head back as she leaves a trail of kisses up and down your neck. “Tonight. You’re going to use your words baby. So I know exactly what you want.”

You can only muster up a weak “ok,”

“Then answer me. Say, ‘Yes Mommy, this is what I want,’” her hand dips below your underwear. Staying above where you desperately want her. You repeat the words back to her and she moves her fingers to collect your wetness. She starts to play with your pussy.

“You’re dripping my love,” she laughs into the crook of your neck and you feel yourself tighten around nothing, “I’m going to make you cum on my fingers first, and then my mouth, and then I want to watch you cum on your fingers. Okay?” You can feel yourself get wetter as she talks to you. You know she can feel it too because she picks up the speed on your clit making you moan out. You shake your head yes as you say “okay,”

“And you better not fucking fake it,” she kisses you deeply as she finally plunges her pointer and middle finger into you. Your body arches off the wall as your head is thrown back. You’re practically riding Emily’s fingers as she raises your shirt over your tits to take a nipple in her mouth.

“Fuckk, Em, I’m close,” you can feel a knot building in the pit of your stomach as she pumps her fingers in and out of you. You’re close to climax when she pulls her fingers out. You open your eyes to a smug Emily sucking your juices off her fingers. Your eyebrows furrow when you’re about to ask her why she stopped, she takes your shirt fully off and turns you around so you’re facing the wall before you can even get the words out.

“I’m sorry baby, I know you were close. I have to make you work for it a little bit, spread your legs for me my love,” she taps on either side of your thighs to get your legs open. Her fingers dip from your opening to your clit as she kisses your left shoulder blade. She slides back with ease and you let yourself fall against the wall a bit. Emily finds the perfect rhythm and you can hear your wetness echoing in the room between both of your grunts. She leans over you to take one of your boobs in her free hand and she toys with your nipple. Emily’s fingers start moving slower but harder and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you chant, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” she slams her perfect slender fingers into you again and again.

“Let me hear you baby, does that feel good?” She checks in which only makes your pussy wetter.

You let out a shaky reply, “fuck, yes, Em, I’m going to cum,”

Emily pounds into you, “you better. I want you to make a mess on my fingers baby. Go ahead, take your time angel, cum when you’re ready,” she squeezes your nipple and you can feel your orgasm hurdling towards you. You push back on her fingers and hear the lewd noises your pussy makes every time she pushes deeper into you. Emily leans down to bite your shoulder and you see stars with how hard you come on her fingers.

“I’m cumming, em, fuck, I’m cumming,” she slows her movements letting you ride out the wave of your orgasm. Your body jerks when she fully pulls her fingers out. You turn yourself around shakily,

“Mmm that was perfect,” you lean against the wall boneless as Emily towers over you with one hand supporting her, her other hands comes up to her mouth, you see her two fingers covered in a milky sheen before she pulls them between her perfect lips. She closes her eyes as to savor the taste and you feel a warmth growing low in your belly. You bite your lip to hold back a moan that still somehow escapes. Emily’s fingers leave her mouth and she licks her lips, she leans in closer to you, “get on the bed. Now.” You do as you’re told and sit perched on the bed as you watch Emily saunter over to you taking off items of clothing one by one. Yours eyes don’t know where to focus when her bra comes off revealing her perfect tits. The long expanse of her toned thighs makes your mouth water. When she finally gets to the bed she’s naked and you’re wetter than you were before. She’s on top of you in an instant kissing you slowly as you trace your fingers tips against her back, dipping down just above her back dimples. She pulls you closer by guiding your legs on either side of her waist and you whimper against her mouth. You take a fingers and trace up and down her spine, feeling each vertebrae. You know the sensation drives her crazy and it does. She repositions both of you so that you’re now on top of her. Grinding against her, you hear her moan between kisses, her tongue entering your mouth slowly. You let yourself melt into her touch, into her mouth into the moment. She takes your bottom lip between her teeth and yanks, causing you to grind harder into her.

“Sit on my face” Emily sounds desperate for you to follow her instructions. You follow them without hesitation. You move above Emily, trying to find the perfect position as you feel her hands forcibly yank at your hips. “Sit baby,” you feel your stomach tighten at the possessiveness. You hold onto the headboard as you feel Emily’s tongue flat against your opening, making its way to your clit as she moans into you. You let out a low moan yourself as you lightly rock your hips against her mouth. “Fuck baby, go ahead ride my face, use me,” she says with her mouth full. You can feel yourself practically dripping onto her chin. Emily sticks out her tongue as you rock your hips back and forth. You drop a hand down to find the top of her head. Her perfect silky hair between your fist as you literally fuck yourself against her mouth. Emily places a hand over one of your boobs finding your nipple and pinching as she begins to rub her nose against your clit, making your hips falter in movement as you get closer to your second orgasm of the night.

“Emily- fuck,” you screw your eyes shut as she repositions her hands on either side of your hips to move you up and down so her tongue can enter your dripping opening. You hear a muffled “mmm,” the vibration bringing you over the edge. Your hips jerk before you dismount from Emily’s face.

You lay on your back with a smile plastered on your face. Emily who’s looking up at you with nothing but love in her eyes, sits up slightly, “you okay?” She asks.

“Yes, baby, I’m perfect. I believe I owe you one more orgasm, don’t I?” You ask innocently as your hands wander your own body. You smile at an idea that comes to you. “Can I ask you…” you look over to Emily. She’s on her side closer to you so that she’s looking down into your eyes, tracing patterns into your bare shoulder.

“Yes angel, anything you want,” her voice is above a whisper.

“Can you to touch yourself while I touch myself,” you pull the corner of your lip into your mouth as the request comes out.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to stop myself while I watched you,” Emily leans down to kiss you.

You move yourself against the headboard as she sits opposite you, propped up on an elbow. She licks her bottom lip as she watches you move your fingers to your mouth coating them before they move to your clit in slow and precise circles.

“Fuckk look at you. Playing with your perfect pussy for mommy?” Emily puts a hand between her thighs as she watches you fuck yourself. When you see her middle and ring fingers plunge into her opening you moan as you begin to rub your clit a bit faster. You bring your free hand up to fondle your tit.

“Yes, mommy fuck,” you keep your eyes locked on your girlfriend’s fingers disappearing inside of her, listening to her squelching pussy as you start for your entrance.

“I want to see you come on your fingers for me,” her eyes flutter close for a second as she curls her fingers, finding the perfect spot. You nod with your mouth agape a croaked moan escaping. You can’t believe your eyes, looking over at a naked Emily Prentiss splayed out on your bed knuckles deep in her pussy. you feel yourself flutter around your fingers at the thought of cumming at the same times as her.

“Mommy I’m so close,” you can barely get the words out as you work yourself towards bliss, “come with me? Please?”

Emily breathing is ragged as she nods her head furiously, relentlessly pounding into herself as you watch her bring her fingers almost completely out and plunging back in. “Mhm, yes, fuckkk,” she lets her elbow rest, laying completely on her back with her legs wide as you watch her with heavy eyes. Your fingertips touch the ridges of your g-spot bringing you closer to your third and final orgasm. Looking over you see Emily’s thighs begin to shake.

“Baby, I’m going to cum, cum with me,” she says breathlessly.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel your stomach drop like you’re on a rollercoaster.

“I’m cumming, fuck, fuck,” you slow your movements as Emily comes at the same time. You feel your orgasm move through the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You pull your fingers out and crawl over to Emily who pulls you into her side bonelessly.

“That was..” Emily starts to say but you finish for her, “fucking amazing,”

“See what can happen when you’re open and honest with me?” She chuckles, ushering for you to rest your head against her chest.

“If this was the consequence of my actions maybe I should keep it up,” you joke.

“If you think you weren’t cumming before, wait until I edge you for months on end,” she rebuts.

“You don’t have it in you,” you challenge looking up at her.

“Want to find out?” She looks down at you with an eyebrow raised.