One Tree Hill
Brooke Davis/Peyton Sawyer
It Started Out with a Sniff: Chapter 1

The two best friends lay on the bed talking about boys and the difference between them and girls. Long gone were the days of competing and fighting over Lucas, so neither Brooke nor Peyton felt awkward about these little chats. They joked about turning lesbian to avoid all the boy drama, and about dating each other to really fuck with the heads of their friends.
"I'm going for a shower," Peyton jumped up, taking off her top as she made her way to the door, then tugging off her jeans. "You wanna come watch?" she asked real coyness, her back to Brooke and in only her panties; "Or join me, either's cool." The look on Brooke's face understated her mix of emotions – namely that of bewilderment and confusion. "I'm kidding, Brooke!" she chuckled.
"I know! I know you are," Brooke said, feigning laughter. "I know..." But she didn't. Not nearly as much as she made out she did.
"Or am I?" Peyton then took her panties off – her last line of defence – and wandered down her hallway, laughing louder than before. Brooke was feeling more than uncomfortable and the reason was that she would have pounced on her best bud right then if she wasn't mucking around. Brooke had wanted a piece of the Peyton pie for a while now - she was the first and only girl Brooke had ever fallen for. The brunette sat quiet for a moment, pulling her hand to her chest, feeling her heart race. Then a crazy thought hit her as she glanced over at Peyton's clothes by the door. Biting her nails, understandably hesitant, it didn't take long for the internal cries of "do it" to consume Brooke. She scurried to the heap of clothes, picked up the pair of panties, and brought them to her face, filling her nose with the richness of their scent. The smell of Peyton's pussy was intoxicating to say the least, and Brooke expressed the occasional moan or whimper.

"Ohmygod. Why haven't I done this before?" Brooke whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and slipped a hand down her skirt. "She smells so good... so fucking good." Her fear and nerves were dying rapidly now, as if the aroma of Peyton's underwear were smoking them out.
"Brooke?"
"Oh, SHIT!" Brooke's world crashed back into reality. Sprung.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, nothing... I was just... I need a pair of panties, I thought I could borrow yours." She was quick to her feet with excuses. "Are these clean?" she gave the panties a nonchalant little whiff, playing the part of an innocent victim.
"You were smelling them and getting off."
"What?! Oh, my God. No I wasn't!"
"You had your hand in your pants. You were moaning."
"I, uh... that's not..." It would prove difficult for Brooke to dig herself out of this one. "Look, it's... it's not what it looked like."
"Oh, come on, Brooke. You practically had my panties stuffed up your nose, how else am I supposed to take that?"
"Peyton, please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, I'm just a little freaked out. Wouldn't you be?"
"I don't kn—"
"How long have you been doing this?"
"This is the first time, I swear."
"Well, what made you do it? Why now?"
"I don't know." Brooke couldn't look her friend in the eyes.
"What made you do it, Brooke?"
"I don't know, you just..." She debated coming out with it or not. "You looked really nice and haven't been with a boy with months – I've been really horny. It was just a stupid gut decision, it won't happen again."
"Get on the bed."
"What?"
"Get on my bed, Brooke. Back against the headboard." The conviction in Peyton's voice made this an order.
"Okay." Brooke took her seat, following every word. "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing you didn't do." As Peyton walked towards her, Brooke couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her legs – so slender and perfect. Having come from the bathroom, the blonde had only a towel wrapped around her, and it was barely long enough to conceal the coveted part of her body that Brooke had just been indulging over. "Give me your panties."
"Peyton..."
"Brooke, you don't want everybody knowing you're a little panty sniffer, do you?"
"I can't believe you." Brooke slid off her undergarment and handed it over. "They're not cheap. You better not throw them in the toilet or something."
"Don't worry, Brooke. I'm not going to tarnish them. I just want to see what the fuss is about."

Nothing could prepare Brooke for what happened next. Peyton brought the black satin panties to her face and embraced their scent. She even licked them, and sucked on them before too long – all the while holding the most electric eye contact with her best bud and groping her tits through the towel. "Looks like I'm a dirty little panty sniffer, too."
"That's so hot, Peyton. Oh, God. That's so hot."
"Is it making you wet?"
"You're making me so wet, baby. So, so wet."
"Spread your legs. I want to see it."
"Oh yeah? You want to see my little pussy?"
"I bet it looks as good as it tastes. Spread for me for, Brooke. Show me it to me." Lust was well and truly in the air as Peyton put a hand up her towel, rubbing her cunt. Brooke scooted to the very edge of the bed – her ass just off its edge – and looked up at her blonde friend standing over her. She flicked up her skirt over her shirt, baring all and revelling in Peyton's reaction.
"See... I'm dripping." Brooke dipped a finger in her pussy and held it up in pride.
"Dirty little bitch." If you thought Brooke was the most surprised by this side of Peyton, you'd be wrong. Peyton didn't know she had this in her. It was something that subliminally developed over time as her liking to girl-on-girl BDSM did. "Show me your pretty pink inside." Brooke spread her lips in and it was like the gates of Heaven parting for Peyton; she felt her next rush of hormones kick in and she flew to cloud nine. The blonde was masturbating feverishly now and was literally drooling all over Brooke's legs. "Fuck, Brooke!" She ripped off her towel and chucked it to the side. "Eat my pussy." Even though Brooke had never gone down on a girl before, she didn't hesitate for a second. She dropped to her knees on the floor and went to town on Peyton. "Oh, my God. Ahh... Ahhhhh... Oh. Eat that pussy, baby. Oh, God. Eat that pussy!"

Peyton had never felt so alive in her life. She was hornier and wetter than ever before, and the sex was still young. They had only been going at it for a minute or two. "Oh, my GOD, BROOKE! How many times have you done this?" Peyton was getting the impression Brooke was a closet rugmuncher, but the brunette had never even so much as seen another girl's pussy in person before today. "Look at me with those pretty eyes." She grabbed Brooke by the hair and jerked her head back to get her own request made, not caring whether the brunette was about to fulfil it but was simply given zero time to do so "There are those beautiful eyes. Prettiest eyes on the planet and they're all for little old me." In sheer instinct, Peyton spat on Brooke's face, hitting her cheek. She froze up for a second as rational told her she had maybe gone too far. But then a huge smile came across Brooke's face. "Oh, you liked that? You liked being spat on like a dirty whore?"
"Yes," she panted. "Yes Peyton. Please do it again."
"I don't have to do anything for you," Peyton gave her a fair smack across the side of the face. "You like getting your pretty face slapped, don't you? Say thank you."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Peyton spat in her face again, and this one found Brooke's waiting tongue.
"Thank you!" She said after swallowing, genuinely grateful.
"Dirty little fuck slave." Brooke took another slap to the face, then a third to her other side.
"Thank you, mistress."
"Oooh, I like that... 'Mistress.'" Brooke was allowing Peyton to be as bad and as dirty as she pleased. She always got a kick out of being dominated by guys, so why not try it with girls too. "Come here," Peyton grabbed herself a handful of Brooke's hair and pulled her little playtoy along. She opened her bedside drawer and took out a dildo that had to be no less than ten inches long. "Here. I want to see you choke on this, you understand?" Still using Brooke like a puppet on her strings, Peyton slammed her friend's head onto the edge of her bed and held her there, before shoving the dildo down her throat. "That looks so hot. You're so beautiful, Broo... slave."

The only reliable source of air Brooke had was through her nose, but it still wasn't much help because her throat was being stuffed and her windpipe deprived. Peyton wasted no time and didn't hold back from being the sadistic little freak that had been bubbling under her surface for some time.
"Is it hard to breathe? Oh, poor baby. Is it hard to breathe?" Peyton taunted. "Here, smell my ass." She pulled a swift 180 turn – affording Brooke a momentary reprieve from the throat-fucking – and crashed her backside against her friend's face. "Smell it, you little whore. That's what you wanted from my panties, wasn't it? My sweaty ass." Peyton went harder and faster with the dildo as she rubbed and grinded her cheeks into Brooke's face. "That's enough," she drew the long plastic stand-in dick from Brooke and before she could even make her next commands, they were met. The brunette spread Peyton's ass to get a decent view of her nice hole and began tongue-fucking her. "Oh, you dirty bitch. Lick my ass like a good little slut." Nobody had ever tossed Peyton's salad before. She rubbed her clit with a determination like never before. As much as she loved Brooke's tongue back there and would have been quite content to stay like this forever, Peyton felt the urge to orgasm ASAP. "Watch me cum, baby." She turned around to face Brooke again, edging closer to euphoria, and the posture of her bestie made every hair on Peyton's body stand up. "I'm going to cum all over your pretty face." Brooke was channelling some insane levels of cuteness; her eyes were wide, tongue was out, and she had an overall contradicting nature of innocence and mischief about her. "Here it comes," Peyton gritted her teeth, and what followed Brooke did not see coming. Peyton was a squirter and she gave Brooke the most memorable moment of her life by spraying her entire face with an abundance of juices. Peyton was shaking as she emptied her sweet nectar over her best buddy, and when the stream died down to a drip, she met Brooke on the floor and immediately began lapping at her face.
"Oh, my God. Peyton..." Brooke didn't know what to say – she couldn't find any other words. She thought squirting of that magnitude was a thing of fables. Peyton giggled as she continued to lick and suck up her cum. Once she was satisfied, she grabbed Brooke by the hair again and came close, the pair nose-grazing.
"Call me Mistress, remember?" The blonde's softer side hadn't come back for long.

The friends looked one another square in the eyes as Peyton shoved two fingers in Brooke's cunt.
"You're already dripping wet. This won't take long, will it, whore?" Peyton took further action and kissed her sexy counterpart deeply. They locked lips the whole time Peyton worked her magic and Brooke was moaning into her mouth like crazy. Things became all too much when Peyton tended to the brunette's clit with her thumb. Brooke's body locked up and she screamed to the high heavens as her climax hit long and hard. Peyton distanced herself from Brooke to enjoy the view of her friend reeling from pleasure. She sucked on the fingers that had nestled up Brooke's tight snatch and masturbated to another orgasm of her own. "We are definitely doing this again."
"Why not right now? You can be my slave this time."

END OF CHAPTER ONE