Then, just as suddenly, Faux fell in a crumpled heap still straddling her roommate’s pelvis, wallowing on her back between Cracky’s parted thighs and panting heavily like someone half-drowned. The fleshy tendril joining the two girls bodily came free of Cracky’s navel with a wet pop, its petals spread wide, an almost painfully stimulating sensation. Cracky, gasping, gave a squeal that became a hiccup in her throat and made her whole body jump.
Soaking, the bed sheet clung to the naked skin of her back and arms as she sprawled in lazy satisfaction. Her body from head to toe was drenched, hot, sticky, and thoroughly worn out. When she finally put her weight on her elbows, she was met with a similar sight.
Faux lay splayed out on the bed much the same. A thin layer of perspiration caused her pristine ivory skin to shimmer like liquid silver in the pale, dim light. Her arms were arrayed to either side carelessly, only her legs were wrapped tightly about her dear roommate’s hips; that wonderful feeling of warm, slippery flesh pressed together brought a self-conscious smile to Cracky’s lips. Down there, where a slip of white cotton still concealed her most intimate treasures, Faux in return was on full display, her thighs parted enough to let the English girl see the soft, pinkish red folds of flesh that now dripped with the same gel-like secretion she had expelled with such force a moment ago. From the apex of Faux’s sex, there was the strange tendril itself, still waving about restlessly if a little disoriented in its motions, wafting about like a flower in the breeze with its makeshift mouth spread agape.
Her face was flushed so perfectly, the tint of warm crimson in those silvery cheeks, and her silken hair was plastered to her brow with sweat in such erotic disarray. Her breath heaved audibly from her lungs, panting for oxygen, such that her chest rose and fell pronouncedly as to emphasise further her nudity, her slight breasts shifting back and forth.
Slowly she looked up, met her young lover’s gaze in return, and the soft redness of her face became darker to Cracky’s quiet amusement. Faux turned her face away, but there would be none of that. A gentle, sweaty hand cupped her cheek, turning her head so that Cracky could see those haunting blue-grey eyes that glowed with some inner fluorescence. She stared for a long while indeed, just panting softly, letting the ripples of post-orgasmic release wash over her. She smiled to the exotically beautiful girl lying there exhausted in front of her, and felt something warming in the bottom of her chest when Faux’s perfect lips smiled back at her with all the self-conscious joy of a ten year old.