A Gift for an Old Friend

The summer terrace smelled of sun-warmed wood and jasmine. Alina set down her glass of rosé and watched Lera—unchanged, still that same cocky spark—adjust her dress strap, revealing a tanned collarbone.

"God, we haven't seen each other in ten years." Lera leaned in, her knee brushing against Alina's leg. "And you still look at me the same way you did back in college."

"I'm looking at your cleavage." Alina smirked, that familiar heat spreading through her body. "You wore this dress on purpose, knowing I'd come alone?"

Lera laughed, head thrown back, and Alina noticed her nipples hardening under the thin fabric. A slow track pulsed from the speakers, the air growing thicker by the minute.

"Remember what I gave you for graduation?" Lera's voice dropped, suddenly serious. "That pink thing with the vibration."

"You're kidding." Alina felt the blush creep up her cheeks. "I thought you'd forgotten. I... I still use it."

"Show me."

The words hung in the air. Alina froze, but her hand moved on its own toward her bag. She pulled out a sleek pink silhouette—smooth, with a curved tip—and set it on the table between their glasses.

Lera picked it up, ran a finger along the plastic, and Alina swallowed hard watching the motion.

"I thought about you a lot," Lera whispered, eyes fixed on the toy. "About how you moaned in the dorm when you thought I was asleep."

"I knew you weren't." Alina's breath hitched. "I never closed the curtain on purpose. I wanted you to watch me come."

Lera stood, circled the table, and sat down beside her, close enough that Alina could smell her perfume—vanilla and musk. A warm palm landed on her knee, sliding slowly up her thigh.

"The terrace is locked," Lera murmured, lips nearly brushing Alina's ear. "No one's coming. Just us, the wine, and your toy."

Alina spread her legs, letting the hand slip under her light sundress. Lera's fingers found the edge of her lace panties, already soaked.

"Oh..." Alina's head fell back as fingers slid inside. "Fuck, Lera."

"Quiet." Lera pressed her mouth to Alina's neck, teasing her clit at the same time. "We're just getting started."

Alina bit her lip, fighting the moans, but her body trembled at every touch. Lera knew exactly how to move her fingers, curling them inside, pressing that sweet spot.

"You want this?" Lera grabbed the toy from the table, held it up so it gleamed in the sunset light. "You want me to fuck you with it, looking you in the eyes?"

"Yes," Alina nearly sobbed. "Please."

Lera dropped to her knees between her friend's thighs, spread them wide, and pulled her panties down. Alina bit her finger, watching as Lera brought the toy to her cunt, the smooth tip grazing her clit, sliding along her slick folds.

"Look at me," Lera commanded.

The toy pushed inside, slow, inch by inch. Alina arched, feeling herself fill, the vibration spreading through her lower belly. Lera worked it, staring into her eyes, and that gaze made everything hotter.

"You're so fucking wet." Lera leaned down, whispered right over her clit. "I can smell you."

Alina dug her fingers into Lera's shoulder as the vibration kicked to max. The toy thrust inside, hitting that spot that made her knees weak.

"I... Lera, I'm gonna—"

"Come for me." Lera sped up, her free hand squeezing Alina's breast, rolling the hard nipple. "I want to watch you lose your mind."

The orgasm crashed over her, from her toes to her scalp. Alina cried out, gripping Lera's hair, arching off the wooden slats as spasms wracked her body. The toy kept buzzing, stretching out the pleasure until Alina went limp, gasping.

Lera pulled the toy out, licked it clean, never breaking eye contact.

"You taste so good." She smiled, settling back on her heels. "Now my turn."

Alina caught her breath, sat up, and reached for Lera, unbuttoning her dress.

"I remember how you loved getting fucked from behind, watching in the mirror." She kissed Lera's neck, working her way down. "But first, I want to taste you."

She dropped to her knees, spread Lera's legs, and felt the salty wetness on her tongue. Lera groaned, head thrown back, fingers twisted in Alina's hair.

"Yes... just like that..."

Alina licked slowly, teasing, feeling Lera's thighs tremble. Then she grabbed the toy, still slick with her own juices, and pressed it to Lera's entrance.

"You want me inside?" she asked, circling Lera's clit.

"Fuck me!" Lera gasped. "Don't stop!"

The toy pushed into the tight, hot depths. Alina worked it in a rhythm that made Lera moan louder and louder, screaming her friend's name. The terrace filled with wet, filthy sounds and ragged breaths.

"I'm coming... Alina, God..."

Alina sped up, driving the toy deep, and Lera exploded, screaming, shaking all over. Alina held her through the aftershocks, then slowly withdrew the toy and kissed her friend's slick lips.

They collapsed into the lounge chair, laughing and clinging to each other, still trembling. Lera took a swig straight from the wine bottle and passed it to Alina.

"You know," she said, grinning. "I actually bought a new one. With heating."

Alina laughed, warmth flooding her chest.

"Then why do we need this one?" She nodded at the pink toy.

"Souvenir." Lera winked. "To remember our first time... and to wait for the next."