My Way Home is "Through" You
Chapter 2
Jesus, I started this story years ago. That's not exaggerating, either. It's been nearly four years since I threw together the first chapter and I'm happy to say that my writing has come along since. My vocab was farcical back then and reading the opening chapter was a chore but I liked the general gist of the story and can never write enough Breyton. Let's continue where we left off, shall we.
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Peyton awoke in Brooke's arms, the pair face-to-face and completely nude. Without thinking twice, Peyton sent a hand in between her legs and got to playing as she watched her best friend sleep. Brooke's angelic features were even more beautiful in the early morning sunlight and Peyton's heart pattered as she tended to her clit, easing into it and rubbing faster. She could get off this way in a matter of minutes but felt the need to speed up the process, so let her spare hand drift off and give the other fine pussy in the room some love. As her fingers embraced the warmth of Brooke's folds, the blonde trembled with thoughts of romance and lust. Peyton slipped two fingers inside and felt her own orgasm approaching at a rapid and unforseen pace. Her body remained extremely sensitive after last night and her swollen clit responded amazingly to her touch. "Oh, Brooke. Brooke," she moaned in breathless whispers, coming within moments. It was only a small orgasm, but it sent shivers throughout her body. Now Peyton wanted to give the brunette a special kind of wake-up call. She shuffled down the bed a little until her face was filled with Brooke's perky breasts and she sucked her nipples in the most tender, loving way. If it weren't for the overpowering and unmistakable sounds nearby, you wouldn't know that an arm's length away she was vigorously fingering this sub conscious girl. The second Peyton added her thumb into the mix and working the clit, Brooke squirmed in her sleep, mumbling incoherently. Of course, this didn't slow her down one bit because Peyton wasn't afraid of getting sprung. She wanted Brooke to come out of her dreams seeing that her best friend couldn't help herself; that just waking up beside a naked Brooke Davis was enough to drive her wild.
"Morning," Brooke said hazily with one eye open, waking from her slumber and stretching her arms.
"Hey," Peyton looked up at her with flushed cheeks. "Sorry I started without you."
"I'll get over it," she replied through a chuckle, glancing at her crotch and melting at the ferocity of the wrist action. "You can kiss me to make up for it." Peyton moved up her body and grazed noses, teasing Brooke.
"You want a kiss?"
"Mm-hmm," their lips moved closer and closer, agonising millimetre by agonising millimetre. "Yeah, baby."
"Not yet," Peyton pulled away and slinked down Brooke's body, pushing the side of her that was in the air onto the bed so her tushy lay flat. She was done fingering this girl and was dying to eat some pussy now – but not before attending to some house cleaning. Brooke propped herself up on one of the pillows, elbows behind her and her back off the mattress as she watched Peyton close her eyes and diligently each of her fingers three or four times over. Even the fingers that hadn't found their way into Brooke this morning still had a faint scent of pussy from the night before. Well, not after Peyton was finished with them, they didn't. Brooke still had sleepy dust under her eyes but this little show had well and truly woke her up.
"That looks yummy," the brunette bit her bottom lip. "Do I taste better in the morning?" Peyton crashed her tongue into the snatch below and there was no mucking around. Foreplay? What foreplay? She darted her mouth muscle every which way at Brooke's clit and looked up to find her friend's mesmerising gaze. Instead, she saw Brooke's head and eyes lolled back in unison; her fingers seemingly out of control as they cupped and released awkwardly and at random. "Fuck, Peyton!" She cried out, and it hit Peyton that this girl was riding through an orgasm. It looked like they were both still a little extra sensitive down there after last night's romp.
Just because she climaxed already, it didn't mean Peyton was content. She had literally only just started and was determined to send Brooke over the edge again, straight into a world of bliss that her dreams could never compete with. She dined on the brunette's enlarged, throbbing clit, full on making out with it, and returned her forefinger to Brooke's sopping wet cunt.
"Fucking come for me again," Peyton moaned as she fucked the hell out of Brooke's most delicate of areas. "How about with my finger in your butt?" she swapped holes, sliding her pointer finger into the tightness of Brooke's rectum with relative ease. Cum made for a great lubricant. "Your tight, pretty, little ass is all mine," the taller girl said as she licked the swollen organ like a lollipop and slobbered inside the sweet pinkness of Brooke. Slobbering isn't usually assimilated with sexiness but, right here, right now, it was ridiculously hot. The tingling sensations of Brooke's climax slowly cooled off but she didn't have the chance to really recover. Resuming full control over her body, the fashion designer peered down at Peyton again and was met with a returning pair of eyes that were meanest and most lust-filled she had ever bared witness to.
"Oh, Peyton. Peyton, I love you. I love you." She hadn't said those words to anybody in years – not since Chase or maybe Lucas – but it felt so right. "I fucking love you, P Sawyer." It wasn't just her hormones talking. They had been best friends since either could remember and their relationship had been elevated to something significant, romantic, and irrefutably real over the course of 24 hours. Sure, they clearly enjoyed having hot sex, but that very passion was built on affections that went beyond simple friendship. "You're gonna make me come again." Peyton put the pedal to the metal. She slipped her thumb into Brooke's cunt and fingered both holes simultaneously as she relentlessly assaulted the brunette's erect clit. Brooke felt ready to explode at any moment but it wasn't till a few minutes later that she saw how oblivious to her perceptions she had been. That feeling of being on the brink was a mere warm up and this wasn't going to be your everyday orgasm. If Brooke's body were an ocean, the Richter scale that was her genitalia had gone off the charts and she was about out to experience the full force of a tsunami.
Brooke's entire body convulsed and she screamed at the top of her lungs as the climax accentuated every nerve-ending in her body to sexually catastrophic amounts. It would have been scary if it wasn't so hot. Peyton smartly moved out of the way in the nick of time, otherwise the thrusts and thrashes of Brooke's pelvis may have seen the blonde bite her own tongue off.
"Oh my god," Peyton laughed in awe and disbelief. It was like something out of The Exorcist, just with a smoking hot 22-year-old and cries of inconceivable ecstasy instead. Brooke appeared as if she was freezing to death, the way she shook, whimpered, and sputtered her words. "Brooke, are you okay?" She spotted a tear running down the brunette's face and could see more welling up in her eyes. Her pussy had likewise leaked and produced a sodden damp spot. "Brooke?" The blonde was actually growing a touch concerned now.
"I'm o... okay," Brooke managed through quivering lips.
"Can I touch it again?" Peyton went back on the prowl, eager to suckle her clit.
"No," Brooke quipped, hands racing to shield her pussy in pure instinct. "Not yet," she insisted weakly, mimicking an earlier line Peyton had used on her. That got a grin out of the blonde, and so did the knowledge that this renowned nymphomaniac needed a serious breather. "How did you do that?"
"It's your body," Peyton said with a shrug and a smile. Brooke called bullshit. She could agree that it took a receptive body to react the way hers did, but those orgasms don't just happen by chance. Peyton had revealed herself to be the master of the rugmunching trade and her trusty tool was her tongue.
"How many girls have you been with?" she asked curiously.
"A lot. I lost count." A devilish grin came to the Sawyer girl's face. "I guess it slipped my mind to tell you I'm crazy for pussy."
Brooke wasn't ready to get off again but Peyton was and the blonde held one of her friend's feet in place as she sat on her knees and lowered herself towards it. Seeing as how Peyton wasn't a part of some touring freak show and could swivel her vagina at will, she manoeuvred Brooke's tootsy by twisting her ankle and accordingly and embraced all five toes with her lengthy slit. "Fuck me, Brooke," she moaned, grabbing the brunette's corresponding leg at the shin and slowly grinding herself against the rigidness of her foot. Practically anything could turn on Brooke by this point but this was different. Considering the rather bizarre and niche fetish that this was, her hormones were amplified. Peyton fucked her foot and Brooke fucked her back as best as she knew how, hitting her clit just right, too. "Fuck me with that dirty foot, Brooke! Faster! Fuck me faster!" She took the brunette's other foot and brought it to her face, whiffing, sniffing, and licking the sole. "Tell me I'm a whore," she pleaded.
"You're my little foot whore, Peyton." The blonde popped Brooke's foot in her gob. "OH, GOD YES! Eat those filthy fucking toes. FFFFFFUCK! You dirty little footslut!" Having Brooke talk to her like that was the icing on the cake. With her pussy pounded to breaking point and the smell of her bestie's foot filling her nostrils, Peyton came, and her release was just as satisfying for Brooke. "Peyton, that was..." Brooke paused to find adequate words; "really fucking dirty." She lay there watching the taller girl licking her toes like a cat cleaning its paws.
"That's all you, B Davis. The dirtier the toes, the yummier. Best breakfast in bed ever." Peyton said with that devilish grin again, but not before turning into a total sweetheart. "I love you too, Brooke." The brunette's heart skipped a beat; her insides all warm and fuzzy.
"I think I'm ready to get off again."
Peyton could keep this 'more than just friends' thing going and help her out with that. She'd be only too happy to.
END OF CHAPTER 2