Chapter 4 Satin and Sleepovers 1 - Pillow Talk and Panties

Satin & Sleepovers

Premise: Two female college roommates, Ava and Harper, spend a lazy Friday night in matching satin robes, drinking wine and talking shit. A playful pillow fight turns more physical. Touches linger. Robes fall open. And years of suppressed tension boil over into moaning, licking, grinding, and finally, hard, wet, desperate sex that neither of them will ever forget.

The apartment smelled like strawberry body mist and Moscato. Ava had just taken a gulp straight from the bottle, pink liquid glossing her lips as she collapsed onto the bed in her short, champagne-colored satin robe. The hem barely reached her thighs, and with each shift of her legs, Harper caught flashes of smooth, bare skin-and nothing underneath."You are so drunk," Harper laughed, sitting cross-legged on the bed beside her, her own black satin robe slipping off one shoulder."I'm not drunk," Ava said, giggling. "I'm pillow-fight buzzed.""You're what?"Without warning, Ava grabbed a pillow and smacked Harper square in the face. Harper let out a shocked yelp, then retaliated with a swing of her own. Feathers flew. Hair tangled. Laughter echoed off the walls.They wrestled like they always did-except not quite.Ava ended up straddling Harper, pinning her wrists to the bed, both of them breathless, their faces just inches apart. Her robe had opened slightly, revealing the curve of one breast. Harper's eyes dropped to it-and didn't move."Oops," Ava whispered, not moving.Harper's voice was barely audible. "You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"Ava smirked. "What if I'm not?"Harper didn't answer. Her hands moved-slowly-sliding from beneath Ava's grip to her hips, then under the robe, palms grazing bare skin.Ava didn't stop her.The air between them turned thick, humming with heat and hesitation. When Harper's fingers found the waistband of her panties, Ava's breath hitched-but she didn't move away."I've thought about this," Harper murmured.Ava leaned down until their lips brushed. "Then stop thinking."Harper kissed her.It wasn't soft.It was wet and deep and desperate, all tongue and teeth and years of tension igniting in one crashing moment. Ava moaned into her mouth, grinding down on Harper's lap, the satin riding up to expose the slick between her thighs."Fuck," Harper groaned. "You're soaked.""I've wanted you to touch me for so fucking long," Ava whispered, dragging Harper's hand down. "Don't stop. Don't even think about stopping."Harper slipped her fingers into Ava's panties.They both gasped.Ava was drenched-hot, swollen, pulsing with need. Harper stroked her slowly at first, sliding through wet folds, learning what made her gasp, what made her grind.When she pressed two fingers inside, Ava nearly screamed."Jesus, Harper-fuck-yes-right there-"Harper's thumb circled her clit as she thrust deeper. Ava's whole body was moving now, riding her hand shamelessly, tits bouncing as her robe fell completely open."You like fucking yourself on my fingers, huh?" Harper growled. "So needy. So fucking wet.""Harder," Ava begged. "Faster. Don't stop, I'm so fucking close-"Harper sat up, pulled her in by the waist, and buried her face in Ava's neck as she pounded her fingers in harder, rougher, messier. Her wrist was soaked. Ava's cries filled the room."I'm gonna come-I'm gonna fucking come-""Come for me," Harper whispered. "Drip all over my hand like the filthy little tease you are."That did it.Ava broke with a strangled moan, nails clawing Harper's back as her pussy clenched, hard, soaking Harper's fingers in a hot, pulsing orgasm.She collapsed against her, shaking, breathing hard.Harper kept her fingers buried deep, letting Ava ride the aftershocks with soft, slow strokes."You good?" she whispered.Ava lifted her head, eyes glazed with lust. "You're not going anywhere. Lay back."Harper's breath caught."You're next."