Hot Texts at the Cabin

The evening at the cabin had long since dissolved into a thick haze of laughter, wine, and muffled music. Lera and I were sprawled on the wide couch in the living room while the rest of the girls giggled in the kitchen. Her gaze kept drifting over my bare legs, and I could feel a hot, forbidden desire spreading through me. "You look so... delicious tonight," she whispered, trailing her fingers over my knee, and I flinched like I'd been zapped by a live wire.

This was supposed to stay our secret. None of our friends at this bachelorette weekend could know that Lera and I had been secretly texting for a month. At first it was innocent jokes, then lingerie pics, and then... voice messages where she moaned my name and told me how badly she wanted to eat me out.

"Show me right now," I texted her from the couch while everyone else was distracted. Her phone buzzed in her hand. Lera read it, and her cheeks flushed. She looked at me with a sly smile.

"Are you serious? Right now?" she whispered, leaning closer. Her breath scorched my ear.

"Yes. Take your panties off under your dress and send me a pic. I want to see how wet you already are," I typed quickly, feeling my own pussy getting slick just from the thought.

Lera bit her lip and glanced toward the kitchen, where the girls were loudly dissecting someone's ex. She stood up, pretending to go get more wine, but a minute later my phone vibrated. A photo. Her smooth, already glistening pussy in close-up, fingers spreading her lips apart, her swollen clit on full display. Caption: "This is all because of you, you slut."

I swallowed hard. The heat between my legs was almost unbearable. "Now go to the bathroom and film yourself fingering your pussy. I want a video," I wrote, my heart pounding so hard I swore everyone could hear it.

Five minutes later, the video arrived. Lera was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, dress hiked up to her waist, legs spread wide. Two fingers were buried deep in her wet slit, squelching from how soaked she was. "Oh fuck... Katya, I want your pussy so bad..." she moaned in the video, keeping her voice low so no one would hear. Her thighs were trembling, her clit gleaming, her fingers picking up speed.

I couldn't take it anymore. While she was still in the bathroom, I slipped in after her and locked the door. Lera startled, but when she saw me, her eyes lit up.

"You're actually here..." she breathed.

"Shut up and kiss me," I said, pressing her against the wall. Our lips crashed together hungrily, tongues tangling. Lera's hands immediately slid under my short dress, shoved my panties aside, and roughly pushed two fingers into my dripping cunt.

"Fuck, you're so wet..." she moaned into my mouth. "I've wanted to fuck you all night."

I grabbed her by the hair and forced her down onto her knees on the cold tile. "Suck my clit. Now."

Lera obediently pressed her face to my crotch. Her hot tongue dragged greedily over my lips, then zeroed in on my swollen clit, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it rapidly with the tip of her tongue. I grabbed the edge of the sink to keep from collapsing. Her fingers plunged back inside me, fucking me hard and deep, until she pulled away for just a second.

"Come on my tongue, Katya... I want your cum..." she whispered, then latched back onto my pussy.

The orgasm hit me out of nowhere. My legs shook, I bit my hand to keep from screaming. A hot wave rolled through my body, my pussy clenched tight around her fingers, and I literally squirted into her mouth. Lera swallowed greedily, not stopping, lapping up every drop.

Once I caught my breath, we switched places. I sat her on the edge of the tub, spread her slender legs, and buried my face in her smooth, perfectly shaved pussy. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating—sweet, thick, feminine. I dragged my tongue from her entrance up to her clit, then started licking fast while sliding two fingers inside her and massaging her G-spot.

"Yes... just like that... harder, Katya..." Lera moaned, biting her lip. Her thighs trembled, and she grabbed my hair, pulling me tighter against her. "I'm gonna come... fuck, don't stop!"

Her pussy started pulsing, clenching around my fingers. Lera arched her back, let out a quiet whimper, and a powerful squirt gushed onto my tongue and chin. I didn't pull away, kept licking until she went limp, breathing hard.

We were both drenched in sweat and juices. Lera pulled me close and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips.

"This really stays a secret?" she whispered, smiling.

"Until we decide to tell..." I replied, sliding my hand back between her legs. "Because I'm nowhere near done fucking you tonight."

Outside the door, our friends kept laughing, completely oblivious, while we moaned quietly in the bathroom, talking with our eyes and our bodies until dawn.