Comments Are Enabled Ch. 02

Mona's lips were parted, the blindfold was covering her eyes but I could tell that she was starting to go into a deep place about this. So was I, but I had to keep the acting going for the camera. She rose to her feet and I went behind her, putting my arms around her and feeling her bare boobs. She turned her head so that her blindfold face was towards the camera.

"It's time for us to really see you," I said, and I reached down and took her swimsuit in my hands and pulled it downwards.

"Ohh, God," Mona moaned, gasping and raising her face as she felt the fabric sliding over her tummy and hips, and the dry black swimsuit slipped down over her body and exposed her pubes, and I peeled it slowly over her ass, and it bunched at the tops of her thighs, and then it slid down her strong legs and collapsed around her ankles. She was now completely naked, apart from the blindfold.

"Oooh, God," she moaned again, reaching behind her as I boldly caressed her pale, naked body. Mona was in better shape than me and had better muscle tone. She cycled and swam a lot. I tended to spend too much sitting on my ass reading or going on the internet, and I got most of my exercise dancing, which was great in that it burned calories, but on the other hand I didn't go dancing every night.

"My God," I sighed, "you are sooo beautiful, Heather."

"Ooooh," Mona whimpered as I reached between the tops of her thighs and stroked her - and was kind of amazed to realise how wet she was. Mona shuddered, naked in my arms, and all of a sudden it was getting a little more serious.

"Ooh, wow," I murmured. "You're ... excited."

"Mmm," said Mona, nodding her head.

I moved around in front of Mona and stood before her. She stood there, blindfold and naked, trembling a little, passive, waiting to see what I'd do next.

I reached down and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then I came up to Mona and put my arms around her and we kissed.

Having our naked breasts touching each other felt amazing. I wondered why Mona and I had never before even talked about fooling around with each other; it wasn't like I wasn't open to it, even she was, as she said herself, not very good at sex and not sure if she liked it. She certainly seemed to like what I was doing.

I disengaged from the kiss and knelt down, and I applied my tongue to her moist labia. Close up it was beautiful, a livid purple flower, and I buried my face in it and kissed her.

"AAAAAH!" Mona gasped, shivering violently. I held her in place with my hands on her ass, and I began to push my tongue into her.

"OH God!" Mona whimpered. "Oh H- ... S-Stacey ..."

I chuckled quietly into Mona's pussy at the fact that she'd almost forgotten our character names. She tasted salty and juicy, like a warm oyster. I purred into her pussy and felt her tremble from the vibrations. She rubbed her crotch against my face, her hips swivelling. She was strong and I had to be careful to take deep breaths before burying my face in her again.

I'd never given tongue to a girl before and it was so rich and intimate and rewarding, not like giving a guy a blowjob; it felt like I was worshipping Mona, paying her homage with my tongue and mouth and face. I rubbed her juices in my eyes, revelling in her. She was making noises that made me very glad nobody else was in the house. I clutched her bare ass and let my fingers brush her between her ass cheeks, teasing her, letting her know how I could reach her whole body, how she had nothing to hide from me. She was quivering in my grip, tense, panting, her hips tilting forwards and back as she allowed me to fuck her with my tongue. Then her panting got hotter and higher and faster, and she held her breath, and I pushed my face into her and probed her and purred into Mona's moist pussy.

"AAAAAAaaaa!" she cried, clutching my head and holding me in place. I swirled my tongue inside her and felt her pussy dilating and contracting and her juices coming. Inside I cheered silently to myself: I had made her cum. And if I had done it once, I could do it again.

I kissed her and sucked her and then stood up again and kissed her on the mouth, and she licked up her own juice from my face, whimpering.

Then I felt her hands on my shorts and she had ripped them open and pulled them down, and before I had time to react she was pulling down my bikini bottoms too, stripping me as naked as her.

"Oooh," I gasped.

She stopped, panting for breath, and said "Take five, okay?"

"Sure," I said, and disengaged from her and leaned over the computer to hit Pause.

"We can edit this all together later," I said.

Mona pulled her blindfold off and stared at me, panting.

"Jesus, Harriet, you made me cum," she gasped.

"I know," I said.

"I just need a moment," she said. "And some water."

She went over to the side table and picked up some water and drank deeply.

"You got me naked," I said.

"Yeah," she said, "well, you got me naked."

"This is so fucking weird," she said, shaking her head and drinking some more.

"Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling and flushing. "I think so. I mean, yeah. I am. It's just so weird."

"So you wanna go on?"

"Oh, totally. But I think ..."

She paused, and looked around the room.

"Can we take it to the bed?" she said.

"Sure," I said. "Hang on." I unplugged the laptop, picked it up the laptop and moved it across the room to a different table where it had a good view of the bed - far enough away from it that we'd both be in shot, but close enough to see.

I plugged it in again and went over to my shorts and bikini bottoms, and the discarded blindfold. I picked them up and turned to Mona, who was still standing naked and breathless, drinking water.

"You want to do a little switch?" I said. "You could strip me again, take off the blindfold and put it on me. Then you could be the one in charge."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I can't be in charge. I'd freeze up. I don't think I could do this if it weren't for the blindfold."

"Okay," I shrugged. "But I think it'd be good for you to strip me again, on the bed this time."

"Sure," she said. "If you think so."

"Okay," I said. "Ready when you are."

Mona put the glass down and came over to the bed, her eyes averted. She squinted at me shyly.

"This is so weird, Roxie," she said. "So weird. You just ... made me cum. Nobody ever does that."

"I'm the magical pixie from climax city," I said.

"How are we going to go back to being just friends, after this, though?" she said.

I smiled at her.

"Who says we have to?" I said.

Mona looked at me, her eyes squinting, trying to focus on me without her glasses, trying to read my face.

I felt the tension in the room. I was enjoying it. I had to keep things going before Mona started to worry about it.

"Get on the bed, bitch," I drawled.

Mona blinked, and scrambled onto the bed. She knelt there, demure and naked with her hands folded in her lap, while I got back into the bikini bottoms and shorts.

"One thing," she said softly.

"Sure," I said, laying a reassuring hand on her. Mona's lips were tightly pressed together, and then she leaned forward and whispered to me, blushing.

"Go to town on me. Use me. Really. Anything you want. I trust you."

"Okay," I said, startled.

"Do what you have to do," she breathed in my ear, "to make yourself cum, okay?"

"Anything?" I said.

"Well ..." said Mona, "I mean ... don't ... shit on me or anything. Or, you know, pain. But apart from that."

"Mona!" I said, laughing, appalled. "Okay, now the mood's broken."

"I'm sorry!" she said, reaching out and touching me. "I'm sorry. Let's get it back."

"Okay," I said, and I leaned in and kissed her, tenderly and affectionately.

She sighed softly and we embraced, kissing again, and this time we really leaned into it. I took her in my arms, and she sighed into my mouth and we kissed like lovers do, and then we broke apart and looked into each other's eyes.

"Roxie," Mona said in her terse way, "if you're tryna seduce me, all I can say is, it's working."

"I don't know what I'm doing," I admitted. "I'm not thinking about it. Maybe I should be thinking about it more. Like, a little bit."

"Let's just do this," she said, "and we'll think about it later."

"You ready to go for it?" I asked.

Mona sat up and detached herself from me. She picked up the blindfold and handed it to me.

"Okay," she said. "Let's go for it."

I composed myself, untied the blindfold and re-blindfolded Mona, which always made my heart skip a beat, the trusting way she let me do it. Then I tightened it, tidied it up, leaned over and hit the Record button. This time I didn't look at or talk to the camera. I leaned forward and kissed Mona instead, reaching between her legs, and she kissed me back, moaning softly.

I leaned into the kiss and Mona slowly lay back until I was on top of her, my hand between her thighs, my other hand on her breast, and we kissed and she squirmed beneath me, moaning softly, for a couple of minutes. My fingers in her pussy were stroking her harder and harder, and her body was moving more and more rhythmically, undulating on the bed underneath me, as she totally gave in to what I was doing to her.

Then, just as I could feel her mounting to her climax, she reached up with her hands and ripped my shorts open, and stuck her fingers inside the loop of my bikini bottoms and ripped them both off me in one go, stripping me bare-ass naked as I lay on top of her. I yelped with surprise, then Mona hurled my shorts and bikini bottoms into a corner of the room reached up and turned me with her arms, until I realised what she wanted, and I got on all fours and turned around to face down her body and got on top of her, my face over her pussy, my pussy over her face. The 69; something I'd heard of but never tried before.

She pulled my hips down until I was sitting on her face and I re-buried my face in her own pussy, and her cries became muffled as my naked ass and crotch buried her face. Her tongue was poking into me and I started to gasp too, and I continued to kiss and suck and probe her pussy with my own-tongue.

Then I felt her cumming again, giving a muffled scream as she did so, and I raised myself up until I was fully sitting on Mona's blindfold face and she was frantically tongue-fucking me and I shut my eyes and gasped, aloud, my tits shaking as I came, my swollen pussy and clit being pushed and probed and caressed by Mona's tongue, and I was lost in bliss.

I sat on Mona's body and let my head sink, and I hardly felt her ease me off her and get out from beneath me. I sank face down on the bed, and the next thing I knew was feeling my hips being raised and pillow put underneath them, and then feeling Mona parting my ass cheeks and spitting on them, then rubbing the spit in with her finger. I went "Oooh!", with surprise, but I yielded to it. I would have given in to anything that she'd wanted to do. I knew that this was all video gold, the two teenage girls fucking the shit out of each other, plus I couldn't help it: I was getting off on it, and so it seemed was Mona. I opened my eyes and could see nothing, and realised that now I was blindfolded - the same as her?

Then felt a finger pushing into my twitching ass, then two.

"OoOHHHH!" I choked, startled. Then, just as the fingers were loosening me up, they pulled out and I felt Mona's exploratory tongue at my ass.

"Oh FUCK!" I gasped, as Mona tongued me. It was the dirtiest thing I'd ever done. It was glorious. Then she took her tongue out, and Mona's naked body descended onto my back and her fingers parted my buttocks once again and I made a muffled whimper as she penetrated me, her hips on mine. I gave in to the delicious weight of her naked body on mine and submitted to what she was doing. It felt dirty and sinful and wrong and I loved it. She was kissing my face and I was lying prone and moaning as she finger-fucked my ass, and we were giving in to every urge we felt, and soon we were just two drowsy, moaning girls locked together.

Then a while later I came to consciousness and felt cold. I pulled off the blindfold, which had been made of a pair of my tights. I looked up at the laptop, which had gone to sleep.

Mona was asleep, next to me, naked and still blindfold.

I got off the bed, feeling sticky, and went over to the laptop. We had clearly passed out while fucking because it was still recording. It had over an hour and a half of footage, so I hadn't been asleep long. I hit Stop and Done and the footage was processed and I went back to the bed.

I got on it and brushed Mona's cheek. She stirred, made a start of surprise, and pulled the blindfold off.

I handed her her glasses.

"What happened?" she said, putting them on.

"We fell asleep," I said.

"Shit," she muttered and sat up.

We looked at each other.

It had got completely out of control. We had planned to make a sort-of-fake sexy video to see what would happen. Instead we had ended up fucking each other's brains out. Now we were two girls, two friends, sitting naked on the bed that they'd had sex on.

"Okay," I said carefully. "So this isn't awkward at all."

"No," said Mona.

"We were being experimental," I said.

"Of course," she said.

"I think it would be a good idea if we went to sleep now?" I said.

"Sure," said Mona, nodding. "Probably gonna get some, you know. Underwear on."

"Me too," I said. I jumped off the bed and ran to my dresser and pulled out pyjama trousers and t-shirts and tossed one of each to Mona. We pulled our jammies on and then I went to the bathroom and washed my hands and face and brushed my teeth and got us more water, and when I came back to my room, Mona was lying chastely on one side of my big bed, the bed we'd shared for many a sleepover across the years, reading Anais Nin.

"Okay," I said breezily.

"Hi," said Mona.

"Got you some water," I said.

"Thank you," she said, setting it down on the table on her side.

I got into bed and checked that the video had finished processing, then closed up the laptop and drank some water. Mona got out of bed and went off to wash; she took a long time. We put the light out and went to bed, lying there, each of us staring at the ceiling.

After, a long, long, long moment, Mona finally spoke.

"Harriet," she said in a small voice. "You fucked me with your mouth."

"I know," I said quietly. "You fucked me with yours. No, correction. You fucked my ass with your mouth."

"Yes," Mona said. "So what does this mean."

I lay in the darkness, knowing I'd just had some of the wildest sex in my life.

But wild sex wasn't all that hard to find.

Friends were a lot harder to find. Good friends were next to impossible to find.

"Well, we're sluts, clearly," I said matter-of-factly.

"Agreed," said Mona.

"But okay," I said, rolling onto my side and staring at Mona. She turned on her side to look at me and I grabbed her hands.

"Mona, at this point you're my best friend," I said.

"Thank you," she said. "I like to think so."

"You are," I said. "I ... I really love you. Not like, romantic, oh I love you, I adore you. I mean ... you're fucking amazingly kind, and generous, and warm, and all the things that I love in great people but I hardly ever meet. You've been so great about all this weird shit happening to me, and you only agreed to do this stupid video so that we could flush this guy out, and we did it, and now all this has happened, and ... I really don't want to do anything that would mean us not being friends anymore. Cause if we suddenly start telling ourselves we're like girlfriend and girlfriend ... that diminishes us. I think. It means we could break up, someday. And I don't wanna do that. I wanna be friends with you forever."

I stared at Mona and I wondered why I couldn't see her properly. Her face was a big pink blur.

"I do too," said Mona, her voice cracking, and that's when I realised that the reason I couldn't see her is because I was weeping as well.

We hugged each other tight. It had more love in it than anything we'd done while we were naked. We were clinging onto each other for dear life.

"Whatever else happens," I whispered in her ear, "let's never, ever have sex again, you and me."

"No, let's not," she said, nodding and crying and laughing. "Please. No. I mean, it was great. But I can't do that with you and not go through all the other stuff."

"No. If we're gonna have each other's back, we can't have that kind of a relationship," I said.

"No," she said, nodding. We lay there, holding each other, sniffing, smiling sadly.

"It's almost a pity," I said.

"It's totally a pity," she said. "We would have had a lot of fun. But we wouldn't have lasted very long, and it would have got horrible."

"You're right," I said, knowing it was true.

"Let's get some sleep," she said. "We can edit the video tomorrow, and we'll go out tomorrow night. Let's just be friends now."

"Cool," I said.

I turned around and Mona hugged me, and we fell asleep like that, she spooning me from behind, the way we'd fallen asleep in so many sleepovers for so many years.

***

The next day we woke up late and at first there was a slight wariness between us, like each of us was waiting to see if the other one was going to turn around and tell the other that she was in love with her, or something.

Then I said "I'm gonna have a shower," and Mona said "I'll have one too."

"I won't be long," I said.

"I'll have it with you," said Mona. "We'll save water."

I must have been looking at her funny because she said "Come on, Roxie, at this point I think we both know what the other one looks like naked," and she grinned, and I laughed. We went to the bathroom, took off our PJs and got into the shower together.

It was almost like being sisters, except that I don't know any sisters that take showers together. We washed each other and washed our hair, and when we were done we hugged and kissed and wrapped ourselves in towels and got dressed.

Mona had to go and do stuff with her family, while I had to edit the film. We had breakfast, and then she collected her things and I went with her to the door.

"Okay," I said. "I'll let you know how it goes, and then we'll just meet tonight for the usual ... you know."

"Yeah," she said, looking thoughtful. "I wonder what'll happen."

"Bring extra wipes," I said. "Just in case."

"Will do," she said.

We looked at each other. The memory of what we'd done the night before was still very fresh. It was hard not to look at Mona and think of myself on my knees before her standing there naked and docile and gasping while I tongued her, or her ripping my clothes off, or her putting her tongue against my ass.

"Okay," she said casually. "See you tonight."

"See you tonight, sexy," I said.

She stuck out her tongue and walked away, smiling.

Editing that damn film was one of the hardest things I ever did. It wasn't physically hard, because there was only one camera and it was just a matter of getting the transitions right and doing a bit of grading to compensate for the darkness of the room. It was hard because staring a video of yourself stripping your best friend naked and making her climax can be ... arousing. By the time I got to the end, I had gone through half a box of tissues and a pair of panties, and my clit felt raw from all the rubbing I'd given it.

Nevertheless, we had a video, and I uploaded it to the site and went about my day.

All day I was on edge, nervous about what the comments were going to be. I knew we had an explosive video on our hands; more than half an hour of two cute girls having hot sex with each other. Surely people were going to go nuts about it. But would any of it affect Mona, or would it just be me who, later that night, got the full force of their attention?