Best Friend's Daring Tongue in the Fitting Room

The fluorescent lights of the department store cast a soft glow over the lingerie section as Mia and Lena wandered between racks of silk and lace, their arms brushing with every step. At twenty-two, Mia moved with a casual confidence that turned heads, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, her curves filling out a simple sundress that hinted at the body beneath. Lena, a year older, was all sharp angles and playful energy, her blonde bob framing a face quick to smile, her own figure lean and athletic in jeans and a tight tank top. They had been best friends since college, sharing everything from late-night confessions to drunken kisses that never quite went further—until today, when the air between them crackled with something new.

Mia held up a sheer black babydoll, the fabric so fine it was nearly transparent, tiny straps and a hem that would barely cover the tops of her thighs. “What do you think?” she asked, twirling it so the light caught the delicate embroidery along the bust. “Too much?”

Lena’s eyes lingered, darkening as they traced the imaginary lines of Mia’s body in the garment. “Not enough,” she murmured, her voice low. “You’d look fucking incredible in that. Like something out of a fantasy.”

The words hung between them, heavier than usual banter. Mia felt heat bloom low in her belly, a familiar ache she’d been nursing for months. They had talked around it before—drunken admissions after parties, lingering hugs that lasted too long—but never like this, never with the store’s soft music playing and strangers milling nearby. She bit her lip, meeting Lena’s gaze. “You’ve thought about it? Me in something like this?”

Lena stepped closer, her fingers brushing Mia’s as she took the hanger. “I’ve thought about a lot more than that. For months now. Watching you change in our dorm room, imagining peeling those clothes off myself. Touching you. Tasting you.” Her breath ghosted over Mia’s ear. “I’ve fantasized about you every fucking night, Mia. Spreading your legs, burying my face between them until you scream my name.”

Mia’s nipples tightened against her bra, a rush of wetness soaking her panties. She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering. “Me too. God, Lena, I’ve touched myself thinking about your mouth on me. Your hands. The way you’d look up at me while you licked me. I’ve wanted this for so long I almost can’t believe we’re saying it out loud.”

They stood frozen for a moment, the admission hanging electric in the air. Then Mia grabbed the babydoll and a few other pieces, her voice husky. “I’m trying this on. Come with me—to the fitting rooms. I want you to see.”

The fitting room corridor was quiet, most shoppers elsewhere in the store. Mia slipped into the largest stall at the end, the one with a full-length mirror and a padded bench, and left the door unlocked. She stripped quickly, her sundress pooling at her feet, bra and panties following until she stood naked under the lights. The black babydoll slid over her head like a whisper, the sheer fabric clinging to her full breasts, her dark nipples visible through the lace, the short hem skimming the tops of her thighs and revealing the bare lips of her pussy already glistening with arousal.

She turned side to side, watching her reflection, when the door creaked open and Lena slipped inside, locking it behind her with a soft click. “Need help with the clasp?” Lena whispered, though there was none. Her eyes roamed greedily over Mia’s body, lingering on the way the sheer black fabric framed her curves, the shadow of her mound, the hard points of her nipples.

“There is no clasp,” Mia said, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched. The fitting room smelled of perfume and new fabric, the air thick with their shared heat. She deliberately brushed her breasts against Lena’s arm as she reached past her, the soft give of her flesh pressing into Lena’s skin through the thin lace. “But I wanted you in here. Watching me. Wanting me.”

Lena’s breath hitched. She turned, trapping Mia gently against the mirror, their faces inches apart. “I’ve wanted this so badly. To taste you. Right here, right now. Can I? Please, Mia—let me put my mouth on you. I’ve dreamed about licking that pretty pussy until you come all over my tongue.”

Mia’s answer was a low moan as she cupped Lena’s face. “Yes. God, yes. I want your tongue on me. Inside me. Do it—taste me. I’ve consented a thousand times in my head already. Make it real.”

They shared a breathy laugh that dissolved into something hungrier. Lena’s hands slid down Mia’s sides, gathering the hem of the babydoll and lifting it slowly, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, then the neatly trimmed dark curls above her sex. Mia was already soaked, her outer lips puffy and slick. Lena dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor, the position putting her face level with Mia’s pussy. She leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right against the thin lace of the matching panties Mia had slipped on underneath—wait, no, the babydoll was sheer and short, but Mia had chosen a tiny black thong that barely covered anything. Lena’s tongue dragged slowly over the damp fabric, tasting the musky sweetness seeping through, the heat of Mia’s cunt radiating against her lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” Lena murmured against her. She licked again, longer this time, pressing the lace into Mia’s folds, tracing the seam of her slit through the barrier. Mia’s hands flew to Lena’s hair, gripping tight as her hips rocked forward. The sensation was teasing, maddening—the rough texture of the lace against her clit as Lena’s daring tongue worked her over.

Lena hooked her fingers into the crotch of the thong and pulled it aside, baring Mia’s pussy completely. Pink, swollen, dripping. She dove in without hesitation, her tongue flattening for a long, hungry stroke from entrance to clit. Mia cried out softly, then bit it back, the sound turning into a moan that echoed off the walls. Lena licked her again and again, slow and deliberate at first, savoring every inch—the soft inner lips, the slick entrance that fluttered under her tongue, the swollen bud of her clit that she flicked with the tip. Then she plunged deeper, thrusting her tongue inside Mia’s cunt, fucking her with it while her nose pressed against Mia’s clit.

“Oh god, Lena—your tongue—so deep,” Mia gasped, one hand bracing against the mirror for support, the other tangled in blonde hair. She watched their reflection: her own flushed face, breasts heaving under the sheer black fabric, Lena on her knees worshipping her pussy like it was the only thing that mattered. The sight made her clench harder around Lena’s invading tongue. Lena moaned into her, the vibration shooting straight to Mia’s core, and redoubled her efforts—long strokes that gathered juices, then rapid flicks over her clit, then deep plunges that left Mia’s thighs trembling.

They shifted after several minutes of this exquisite torture. Mia was panting, close already, when Lena stood just enough to guide one of Mia’s legs up and over her shoulder. The new angle opened Mia wider, her standing leg shaking as Lena’s fingers joined her mouth. Two slender digits slid easily into Mia’s soaked channel, curling upward to stroke that spongy spot inside while Lena’s tongue lashed her clit in tight circles. “Yes—finger me like that—fuck, Lena, harder,” Mia begged, her free hand still gripping the mirror frame, knuckles white. Lena pumped her fingers rhythmically, wet sounds filling the small space, her mouth never leaving Mia’s pussy. She sucked the clit between her lips, tongue battering it from below, and Mia’s hips bucked wildly against her face.

But Mia needed more, needed to take control for a moment. She pushed gently at Lena’s shoulders until her friend sank back onto the padded bench. Mia shimmied out of the thong completely, kicking it aside, and climbed onto the bench, straddling Lena’s face. She lowered herself slowly, grinding her wet folds against Lena’s eager mouth. “Lick me. Make me come on your tongue,” she ordered, voice thick with lust. Lena’s hands came up to grip Mia’s ass, pulling her down harder, and she went to work with renewed hunger. Her tongue speared upward into Mia’s cunt, then swept over her clit in broad, greedy strokes. Mia rode her face shamelessly, rolling her hips, smearing her juices across Lena’s chin and cheeks and nose. The babydoll rode up around her waist, her bare breasts bouncing as she ground down. Every pass of that daring tongue sent sparks racing up her spine. She could feel the orgasm building like a storm—tightening in her belly, her thighs quaking around Lena’s head.

“I’m gonna come—Lena, fuck, I’m coming—” Mia’s warning dissolved into a broken moan as the climax crashed over her. Her pussy clenched hard, pulsing waves of pleasure flooding out as she soaked Lena’s tongue and chin with her release. Juices dripped down Lena’s face, and Lena lapped them up greedily, prolonging the orgasm with gentle sucks and licks until Mia shuddered through the last aftershocks and collapsed forward, bracing herself on the mirror above the bench.

For a long moment they stayed like that, Mia’s thighs still bracketing Lena’s head, both women breathing hard. Then Mia slid down Lena’s body and pulled her up into a deep, passionate kiss. She tasted herself on Lena’s lips—salty-sweet, intimate—and groaned into the kiss, tongues sliding together. “You taste like me,” Mia whispered against her mouth. “And I need to taste you now.”

She dropped to her knees between Lena’s spread legs, tugging at the zipper of Lena’s jeans. Lena lifted her hips eagerly, helping shove the denim and her soaked panties down to her ankles. Her pussy was bare, smooth and glistening, the inner lips parted and flushed dark with need. Mia didn’t tease. She leaned in and sucked Lena’s swollen clit between her lips, tonguing it firmly while two fingers pushed into her dripping heat. Lena’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, a muffled cry escaping as she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Mia—oh fuck yes—suck me just like that—”

Mia worked her with devotion, swirling her tongue around the hard little nub, then flattening it for broad licks that covered Lena from clit to entrance. She curled her fingers inside, pumping steadily, feeling Lena’s walls flutter and grip. The scent of Lena’s arousal filled her senses—musky and sweet—and Mia moaned around her clit, the vibration making Lena’s hips jerk. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, fingers thrusting deeper, faster, until Lena’s free hand fisted in Mia’s dark hair and held her there. “I’m close—don’t stop—gonna come on your mouth—”

Lena shattered with a muffled cry, her pussy clamping down on Mia’s fingers as orgasm ripped through her. Juices flooded Mia’s tongue, and she drank them down, gentling her licks to draw out every tremor until Lena pushed her away with a shaky laugh. “Too much—sensitive—fuck, Mia, that was incredible.”

They stayed tangled for another minute, exchanging lazy kisses, hands stroking bare skin under the sheer black babydoll that Mia still wore. Finally, reality crept back in—the distant sounds of the store, the risk of discovery. They straightened their clothes with flushed, satisfied smiles. Mia slipped the thong back on, the fabric instantly damp again, and left the babydoll on under her sundress, deciding she had to buy it. Lena pulled her jeans up, not bothering with her ruined panties, stuffing them in her bag instead.

At the register, Mia paid for the sheer black babydoll and a matching set, the cashier oblivious to the two women still glowing with post-orgasm heat, their lips kiss-swollen, their eyes bright. Outside, the afternoon sun felt warmer somehow. They linked hands without discussion, fingers intertwining as they walked toward the parking lot, bodies brushing with every step.

Lena squeezed Mia’s hand, leaning in close so her lips brushed Mia’s ear. “That fitting room is never going to be the same. But I already want more of you. My place tonight? Or should we find another public spot to get each other off?”

Mia laughed softly, the sound rich with promise, and turned her head to catch Lena’s mouth in one more quick, heated kiss before answering. “Your place first—so I can take my time spreading you open and eating you for hours. But after that? Dare you to let me finger you under the table at dinner tomorrow night.”