After that night, Shay had the most relaxing sleep. She reached out to touch next to her and found that Rachel wasn't there. "Rachel?" A slow panic rose in her chest, but then she smelled pancakes. She went to the kitchen and was delighted to find Rachel in nothing but an apron, her perfect ass on full display. Shay hugged her from behind, her hands instinctively sliding to Rachel's hips, pulling her closer.
"Good morning," Shay whispered, her lips brushing against Rachel's neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"Good morning," Rachel replied, a playful smile in her voice. "It's a beautiful morning," Shay added, her hands sliding up to Rachel's breasts, feeling their soft weight.
They kissed, but Rachel kept it short, pulling away with a mischievous grin. "Go and sit at the table," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle.
But Shay wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist, her head falling to Rachel's shoulder, inhaling her scent. "Can't we stay like this?" she murmured, her voice soft and pleading.
"We have to eat," Rachel reminded her, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Fine," Shay sighed, reluctantly letting go. She walked to the table, her eyes never leaving Rachel's body as she moved gracefully around the kitchen naked, finishing up the breakfast.
Rachel continued cooking, the sizzle of the pancakes on the grill and the aroma of maple syrup filling the air. Shay watched, her mind racing with thoughts of their future. Once the food was ready, Rachel served it and was pulled into Shay's lap.
"I was going to get the whip," Rachel teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Just feed me," Shay demanded, her hands already exploring Rachel's body, her fingers tracing the curves of her hips.
"Can't you feed yourself?" Rachel asked, rolling her eyes playfully.
"My hands are full," Shay replied, squeezing Rachel's breast, feeling her nipple harden under her touch.
Rachel obeyed, feeding Shay while they sat in a comfortable silence, the only sounds in the room the clinking of utensils and the soft hum of the refrigerator.
"And you don't have to wear this anymore" Shay helped her out of the apron "hmmm"
"Then keep me warm"
Shay's hands roam her body rubbing.
After a few moments, Rachel noticed that Shay seemed a little down. "Is the food not to your liking?" she asked, concern in her voice.
"No, it's just... tomorrow our parents will come back," Shay said, her voice tinged with sadness. "I'm not ready for them to be back. I want to stay like this forever."
"It's okay, we can handle it," Rachel assured her, her tone confident. "We'll just have to be more careful, that's all."
"And... I'm going to college soon. Maybe I should look for a college around here," Shay suggested, her voice uncertain. "That way, I can be close to you."
"Sharpay Caddel, you will not," Rachel said firmly, her eyes locked with Shay's. "You will go to your dream college, wherever that may be. We'll talk on the phone, and I'll visit you as often as I can."
"But it's not the same, I'll die without you, Rachel," Shay whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes welling up with tears. "I can't imagine not seeing you every day, not touching you, not being with you."
"Don't say that," Rachel replied, her voice gentle yet stern. She leaned in and kissed Shay, her lips soft and reassuring, her tongue gently exploring Shay's mouth. "Just think, if you have your own place and are away from here, I could visit, and we can have the place to ourselves. No parents, no restrictions. It could be even better than this."
Shay pulled back, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're right. I just... I love you so much, Rachel. The thought of being apart from you is unbearable."
"I love you too, Shay," Rachel whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "And we'll make this work, no matter what. We'll find a way to be together, always. And for now, we have this place for ourselves, and remember, I have that one I promised you."
Shay's eyes shone with anticipation as she shoved the plate away. "I'm already full. I'm hungry for something else," she said, her voice laced with desire.
They almost weren't able to make it to the bedroom, their bodies pressed together, their kisses deep and passionate. Rachel showed her the strap, a wicked grin on her face. "It's a double-dildo strap," she explained, her voice low and seductive.
"I'll put it on you," Rachel said, her eyes never leaving Shay's as she sucked on one of the dildos, giving a show to Shay. Shay put her finger to Rachel's mouth, and Rachel sucked it as well, her tongue swirling around Shay's digit. "You are so sexy, baby, all for me," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with desire.
Rachel inserted and fixed the strap to Shay, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked with Shay's. Shay moaned, her body already aching with need. "Fuck me," she demanded, her voice hoarse with desire.
Shay positioned Rachel in the prone bone position, a variation of doggy style that offered a deeper, more intimate experience. Rachel lay flat on her stomach, her body stretched out along the length of the bed, her legs straight and together. The soft sheets beneath her provided a comfortable cushion, while the cool air of the room kissed her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Shay, standing beside the bed, admired the curve of Rachel's back, the gentle slope of her hips, and the inviting arch of her spine. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Rachel's thighs, her knees bent to provide leverage. The weight of Shay's body pressing down on Rachel's was both comforting and arousing, a tangible reminder of their connection.
As Shay positioned herself, she reached down, her hands gently guiding Rachel's hips to lift slightly, creating a more accessible angle for entry. This small adjustment could make a significant difference in comfort and pleasure.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Shay entered Rachel, feeling the warmth and wetness envelop her. The prone bone position allowed for a deeper penetration, and Shay could feel every inch of Rachel's body responding to her. Rachel moaned softly into the pillow, her voice muffled but filled with desire.
"Shay," Rachel gasped, her voice a breathless whisper, "I can feel you so deep. It's incredible."
Shay smiled, her lips brushing against Rachel's ear as she whispered, "I want you to feel every inch of me, baby. I want to fill you completely."
Their bodies moved in sync, the room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the wet slapping of skin against skin, and the soft moans of pleasure. The prone bone position, with its focus on deep penetration and full-body contact, had become a favorite for its ability to create a profound sense of connection and satisfaction.
As they continued, Shay adjusted her angle slightly, shifting her weight to hit that perfect spot inside Rachel, the one that always made her cry out. Rachel's body responded instantly, her back arching, her hips lifting to meet Shay's thrusts.
"Right there," Rachel moaned, her voice filled with ecstasy. "Don't stop, Shay. Please, don't stop."
Shay had no intention of stopping. She increased her pace, her body moving faster, her breaths coming in short gasps. The room spun around them, a vortex of pleasure and desire, as they chased their release together.
Then, Shay had Rachel pull one leg up to her chest, which allowed her to penetrate more deeply. "Ahhhhhh," Rachel cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy.
Next, they switched to the cowboy position. Shay lay back on the bed, her body sprawled out in a position of surrender and invitation. The sight of her, open and vulnerable, sent a surge of desire through Rachel.
Rachel straddled Shay, her knees on either side of Shay's hips, her hands planted firmly on Shay's chest for balance. The position gave her a commanding view of Shay's body, her eyes roaming over the curves and valleys of her lover's form. Shay's breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
With a wicked grin, Rachel leaned forward, her hair cascading down, creating a curtain around their faces as she captured Shay's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and duelled, tasting and teasing, as Rachel began to move her hips in a slow, sensual grind against Shay's pelvis.
Shay moaned into the kiss, her hands reaching up to grip Rachel's hips, urging her to move faster. "Rachel," she gasped, breaking the kiss, "you feel so good. Don't stop."
Rachel complied, increasing the pace, her body rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. The cowboy position allowed for a deep, penetrating angle, and Rachel could feel every inch of Shay's body responding to her movements.
Shay's hands roamed Rachel's body, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She could feel the heat building between them, the wetness of their desire mingling, creating a slick, delicious friction.
"Fuck, Rachel," Shay panted, her voice hoarse with need, "you're so tight."
Rachel smiled, a sultry, knowing expression, as she leaned back, changing the angle of penetration. She placed her hands on Shay's thighs, using them for leverage as she began to ride harder, her body slamming down onto Shay's with each thrust.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure—the wet slapping of skin against skin, the harsh gasps of their breaths, and the soft, desperate moans that escaped their lips. The cowboy position allowed Rachel to control the depth and pace, and she used this power to drive Shay wild.
Shay's body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around Rachel as she neared the edge of orgasm. "Rachel, I'm close," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Keep going, please."
Rachel, sensing Shay's impending release, leaned forward again, her body pressing against Shay's, her lips capturing Shay's in a fierce, claiming kiss. She increased the pace, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm, chasing her own climax.
With a final, desperate thrust, Rachel sent them both over the edge, their orgasms crashing over them in waves of ecstasy. They cried out together, their voices a symphony of pleasure, as they rode out the aftershocks of their release.
As they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftermath of their passion, they held each other close, their hearts pounding in unison. The cowboy position had not only satisfied their physical desires but had also deepened their emotional connection, a testament to the love and trust they shared.
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies. Shay and Rachel lay in a tangle of limbs, their skin glistening with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was filled with the soft, contented sounds of their afterglow, a stark contrast to the passionate cries that had echoed through the walls just moments before.
Shay traced lazy patterns on Rachel's back, her fingers dancing over the curve of her spine. "That was incredible," she murmured, her voice soft and sated.
Rachel nuzzled into Shay's neck, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "You have no idea how much I needed that," she replied, her voice muffled against Shay's skin.
Shay chuckled, a low, husky sound. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea. I could feel every inch of you, remember?"
Rachel lifted her head, a playful smirk on her lips. "Is that so? And what exactly did you feel?"
Shay's eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, "I felt your wetness, your heat, your tightness. I felt your body trembling as you came undone."
Rachel's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, her eyes shining with amusement and desire. "You're quite the poet, aren't you?"
Shay shrugged, a cocky smile playing on her lips. "I just call it like I see it. Or in this case, feel it."
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, their bodies still entwined, their connection deep and profound. But as the minutes ticked by, Shay's mind began to wander, her thoughts drifting to the future and the challenges that lay ahead.
"Rachel," she said softly, her voice tinged with concern, "what are we going to do when our parents come back? How are we going to handle this?"
Rachel propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Shay with a serious expression. "We'll be careful, that's what we'll do. We'll find moments, stolen kisses, secret touches. It won't be easy, but it'll be worth it."
Shay nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're right. And what about college? I'm going to miss you like crazy."
Rachel leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Shay's lips. "I'll miss you too, more than words can express. But we'll make it work. We'll talk every day, and I'll visit as often as I can. And who knows? Maybe you'll find someone there to keep you warm at night."
Shay's eyes widened in mock horror. "Keep me warm? Rachel, you're the only one who can keep me warm. Anyone else would be a poor substitute."
Rachel laughed, a rich, throaty sound. "I'm flattered, truly. But I also know that you're going to have an amazing time, meeting new people, exploring new places. I want that for you."
Shay's expression softened, her eyes filled with emotion. "I love you, Rachel. More than anything in this world. I don't know what I'd do without you."
The bedroom door closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them off from the world. Shay's heart raced as Rachel slowly unbuckled the strap, the anticipation building with each deliberate movement. The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing and the rustle of fabric as they undressed each other.
Rachel's hands roamed over Shay's body, tracing the curves of her hips, the small of her back, the swell of her breasts. Shay shivered under her touch, her skin tingling with electric sensation. She reached out, her fingers tangling in Rachel's hair as she pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing in a familiar yet always exciting tango.
Rachel broke away, her breath ragged, and pushed Shay gently onto the bed. She straddled her, her body pressing down, her heat seeping through the thin fabric of her panties. Shay bucked her hips, grinding against Rachel, a moan escaping her lips as she felt the wetness between them.
"Patience, baby," Rachel teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a small bottle of oil, pouring a generous amount onto her fingers. She leaned down, her lips capturing Shay's in a searing kiss as her oiled fingers found their way to Shay's entrance, slipping in with ease.
Shay gasped, her back arching off the bed as Rachel's fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Rachel's thumb found her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles, building the tension within Shay to a fever pitch.
"Rachel, please," Shay begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me. Now."
Rachel smiled, a wicked promise in her eyes. She reached for the strap, her movements quick and efficient as she secured it around her hips. The double-headed dildo glistened with oil, ready and waiting. She positioned herself between Shay's thighs, the tip of the dildo pressing against her entrance.
Shay looked up at her, her eyes filled with trust and love. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Rachel entered her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. Shay moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as she adjusted to the sensation, her body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Rachel began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, the dildo sliding in and out of Shay with ease.
Shay met her thrusts, her body moving in perfect sync with Rachel's, their connection deep and primal. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, their moans of pleasure, and the occasional gasp as they chased their release.
Rachel leaned down, her lips finding Shay's in a passionate kiss, her tongue mimicking the movements of her hips. Shay wrapped her legs around Rachel's waist, pulling her deeper, her body clenching around the dildo as she neared her peak.
"Rachel, I'm close," Shay panted, her voice barely recognizable. "Don't stop."
Rachel increased her pace, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. She reached between them, her fingers finding Shay's clit, rubbing it in fast, hard circles. Shay cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm tore through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her in relentless succession.
Rachel followed soon after, her own release tearing through her with the force of a tsunami. She collapsed on top of Shay, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy and synchronized. They lay there for a moment, their hearts beating in time, their connection stronger than ever.
Finally, Rachel rolled off, pulling Shay into her arms. Shay rested her head on Rachel's chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too, Shay," Rachel replied, her voice soft and sure. "Always and forever."
As they lay there, the reality of their impending separation began to sink in. Tomorrow, their parents would be home, and their stolen moments of passion would be over, at least for a while. Shay's eyes shone with a mix of love and desperation as she looked at Rachel, her mind racing with a sudden, primal need.
"Rachel," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need you. I need to feel you, all of you."
Rachel looked at her, a spark of understanding and desire in her eyes. "What do you want, baby?" she asked, her voice husky with anticipation.
Shay pushed her gently onto her hands and knees, her body positioning itself behind Rachel. She reached for the strap, her movements quick and efficient as she secured it around her own hips. The double-headed dildo glistened with oil, ready and waiting. She positioned herself at Rachel's entrance, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"Shay," Rachel whispered, her voice filled with trust and love. "Take me. Make me yours."
Shay entered her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. Rachel moaned, her back arching as she adjusted to the sensation, her body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Shay began to move, her hips rolling in a fast, frantic rhythm, driven by a primal need to claim and be claimed.
The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, their moans of pleasure, and the occasional gasp as they chased their release. Shay reached around, her fingers finding Rachel's clit, rubbing it in fast, hard circles, matching the pace of her thrusts.
"Shay, yes," Rachel cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. "Harder, baby. Fuck me harder."
Shay complied, her movements becoming more intense, more desperate. She leaned over Rachel, her body pressing against hers, her lips finding the curve of her neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Rachel reached back, her hands gripping Shay's hips, pulling her deeper, urging her on.
The tension built within them, a coiled spring ready to snap. Shay felt it, the edge of her release, the precipice of ecstasy. She increased her pace, her body slamming against Rachel's, the dildo sliding in and out of her with ease.
"Rachel, I'm close," Shay panted, her voice barely recognizable. "Come with me, baby. Let go."
Rachel reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in fast, hard circles. "Shay, yes," she cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm tore through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her in relentless succession.
Shay followed soon after, her own release tearing through her with the force of