It was the summer vacation of my sophomore year when I went to visit Felicia and her family in the small town she came from.

It was a beautiful place, a bit isolated, surrounded by mountains and a little lake.

She was my best friend since we started college, and she wasn’t kidding that this was the perfect spot for me to relax and forget everything about my stupid cheating ex-boyfriend.

I was just staring out the window when Felicia’s mom, Meredith, was talking and cooking. I wasn’t paying much attention until she repeated the question.

“Helen? Did you hear me? I asked if you were thirsty?”

I shook my head, “Sorry Ms. Torres, I was lost in thought.”

“Call me Meredith,” She said with a motherly smile, “but I do understand that,” She pulled a small bottle from the fridge, it was a bright color pink and had a lot of ice, “Felicia told me about your situation. You don’t need to worry about anything we are going to take care of you until you feel better. My daughter and Ramiro should be coming back soon from the market, In the meantime why don’t we have some fun while we wait” She poured two glasses of the pink liquid, “You said you turned 21 this year, right?”

“Yes? Why do you ask?” Helen was a beautiful woman, in her late thirties, apparently her mom was really young when she had her.

“Just because I want to share my little secret with you, Ramiro has this family recipe he brought from his hometown in Mexico, he always makes it for me but throws a little extra something,” She winked, “I never share this with anyone, but I figured since you were feeling a bit down, this might cheer you up.”

I examined the glass, the drink looked milky and had strawberries and ice floating here and there, “What is it?”

“Just some pink horchata. It’s like rice and milk with strawberry, cinnamon, sweetener, and my husband’s special reserve.”

“So alcoholic horchata?”

“You are going to love it.” She said with a smile and took a sip.

It smelled sweet, my lips touched the glass and the milky liquid slid down my throat.

It was a bit spicy, and it definitely had alcohol in it, rum, maybe? In a way, it was soothing and refreshing.

“Just keep this between us, please? I never gave Felicia any of this because she is not old enough yet. His dad makes another batch without alcohol just for her.”

It was tasty, and easy to drink, without noticing I had downed half the glass already.

Meredith took the glass from me, “Easy there, it will quickly get to your head if you are not careful”

“I’m going to be fine, Ms. Torres, I mean Meredith.” I leaned on the counter of the kitchen and grabbed the glass again, downing the other half of the drink. “I have a high tolerance trust me.”

She raised an eyebrow, “And how would you know that?” She said with a sly smile on her beautiful and full lips, “You better not be corrupting my sweet little baby.” She laughed.

I did the same, trying to get the last drops and strawberries at the bottom of the glass, “Of course not, Ms.- Meredith. Felicia is too much of a good girl. I liked going to parties with-“

The memories flooded back. Going out at night, that one last party, getting lost in the crowd. Finding him balls deep in the bedroom and with a nervous smile asking me if I wanted to join him.

I felt red, angry, sad, tears building up. A knot in my throat.

“It’s okay sweety,” Ms. Torres hugged me close.

I felt her chest against mine, her smooth skin, the way she soothed me. “It’s going to be fine, you are going to be fine.”

She said in the loveliest voice.

I felt like I was getting lost in her voice, it was so calming and relaxing.

Maybe I should have listened to her, my mind felt a bit fuzzy, but the tears stopped.

“Thank you, Meredith,” I said and hugged her close, my arms around her waist.

She smelled really good too. Like lavender and lemongrass. When I let go of her I noticed the similitudes between mother and daughter.

Just like Felicia, Meredith had long curly hair, brown and bright. They both have big brown eyes and beautiful lips.

I shook my head.

I definitely had taken too much, the mom of my best friend was attractive, but I was mostly straight. Mostly.

Surely it was the alcohol talking, but I was feeling a bit flustered, thinking of leaning against Meredith, finding out if her lips still tasted of that sweet concoction.

She caressed my face and I felt myself burn bright red, taking one strand of hair and tucking it behind my ear.

“Felicia showed me a picture of you before that happened, You had such a long and lovely red hair.”

I froze and felt my heart beating in my chest. Fast. I was trying with all my might not to think of kissing her.

“But this suits you, you look so pretty,” She said, and smiling, she touched my cheek with her thumb, “I really like your freckles, they are cute.”

I never liked them, but she was just like Felicia who praised them any time she had the chance.

All I could do was nod and say, “Thank you.” Closing my eyes, I leaned into her palm.

I was lost in the moment, enjoying her touch, when I heard the garage door open.

After Felicia and her dad came back, they helped to prepare the dinner. I kept feeling hot and flustered and could barely focus on the conversation that they were having.

My eyes went from Felicia laughing merrily to Meredith openly flirting with her husband.

She touched his hand and caressed his arms. I could swear her hand slid under the table to touch his leg (or maybe something else), and I saw him bite his lip as she whispered something to him.

Ramiro also was hot, a bit older than Meredith, and didn’t look anything like Felicia. His hair was short and straight. Dark brown skin. He had strong arms and broad shoulders from working in construction. His hands were big and some part of me kept wandering and wondering if his cock was as big as everything else in him.

“Are you okay Helen?” Ramiro said still laughing at some joke Felicia said and that I didn’t pay attention.

I felt my heart jump followed by all my blood rushing to my face, “Yeah, I’m fine” I said sweating and drinking a glass of water, “Everything is fine.”

He smiled, “I bet I know what you are thinking of.” He said.

I was redder than a tomato, my hands were shaking and I could not speak, so I simply cocked my head to the side and simply made a “hmmm?” Sound.

“You are thinking why Felicia looks so much like me.” He said with a wide grin.

Felicia punched him on the arm, “He is actually my stepdad.”

I nodded and tried not to think about his arms around my waist. Or how Meredith’s lips looked so kissable. And for some reason, I felt so thirsty and water was not helping.

My body felt on fire and I could not focus on anything else but how uncomfortable I was growing, drenched between my legs.

“Excuse me, I’m not feeling well,” I said and got up from the table, leaving half of the meal on my plate.

“Of course,” Meredith and Felicia said almost at the same time.

Ramiro got up from the table and tried to reach me, “Do you need help?”

His hand grabbed my arm and a bolt went up my spine, making a soft moan escape my lips. I turned even more red than before.

“It’s okay, I just need to lay down a little bit,” I said and rushed to the second floor, closing the door of Felicia’s room behind me.

My heart was beating fast, ideas kept flooding my head and I could not stop my hands, from throwing away the clothes that I was wearing to the floor until I was just in my underwear.

I fell to my knees and my fingers slid down between my legs. I was drenched. The moment I touched my clit, sparks went flying. It was mind-numbing, and it was driving me so easily to the edge.

Somehow I reached the bed and I buried my face onto the pillow, moaning and drooling, focused on the desire growing. I imagined Meredith’s mouth on my chest as I pulled and teased my nipples.

I pictured Ramiro grabbing my head and guiding me between his legs, my mouth hanging open as I stared at his cock, smelling and drooling, ready to serve him.

And Felicia.

God. I wanted Felicia, I needed her. I wanted to be hers. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to worship her whole body. I wanted her to-

There was a knock at the door, “Helen? Are you okay?” Felicia said as she took tentative steps into her room.

I heard her walk inside, closing the door behind her. She didn’t turn on the lights, she simply approached the bed, slowly.

She was getting closer, but my fingers didn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

Felicia sat on the edge of the bed, next to me, but I kept touching myself, part of me feeling mortified of her finding out, part of me feeling thrilled and aroused.

“Helen?” She said in a soft voice filled with worry, Her hand reached out to me, caressing my back.

And I felt a rush, a need that made me move.

My hand moved on its own, pulling Felicia onto the bed.

Everything felt alien to me, like my consciousness was fading and I just let my desires and instincts take over, I watched Felicia laying on the bed, her eyes wide unsure of what was happening. She had not yet registered that I was naked, and before she could, I leaned in and kissed her.

She was tense, but she didn’t push me away.

I held her left wrist, and I felt her tension evaporate as my tongue slid inside her mouth, reciprocating my kiss with equal passion.

Her other hand caressed my side, feeling cold against my burning body. When her hands reached my chest she opened her eyes, resisting me, weakly pushing me back.

But before she could, I broke the kiss and leaned on her neck, kissing, licking, biting her.

Felicia moaned and purred, she stuttered a ‘no’ while strength left her body.

She didn’t fight back when I pulled up her shirt, instead, she held my head when I went lower, kissing her chest, licking her nipples, and biting her tits.

Her moans grew louder so I placed a hand over her mouth.

“Your parents are going to hear you,” I said.

Her eyes went wide, and I could almost hear her heart racing as fast as her mind.

But the moment my fingers slid under her pants, between her legs, and touched her drenched clit… Her eyes rolled back in her head. Felicia arched her back and whimpered against my hand.

I wanted her.

I needed her more than anything.

Her warmth, her lust, her attention and desire.

She lifted her legs when I began pulling off her pants.

My mouth and my fingers began playing with her clit, with her cunt. Fucking her and hitting her g-spot while I was sucking on her.

Felicia looked so cute, trying to hold back. She took the pillow and used it to muffle any sounds she was making, biting it while I played with her melting pussy.

A soft giggle escaped my lips. One hand slid up, caressing her slender body. I took a moment to appreciate her tits, heaving up and down from the pleasure, smaller than mine, but they fitted perfectly on my hands, her nipples were dark pink and hard.

Felicia yelped when I pulled on them.

“You are beautiful,” I said and went back to licking and fucking her cunt.

My fingers went faster. Rubbing on her clit, fucking her pussy. She was at my mercy. Breathing hard and fast.

I could barely hear her muffled pleads as I got her closer and closer to the edge.

The moment I saw her hands clenching the sheets I just needed to see her.

I pulled the pillow away from her face and before she could yell or scream I kissed her. Her taste was still on my lips, She pulled me close, hugging me tight, scratching my back.

We enjoyed the moment, feeling each other’s warmth. Licking her tongue, feeling her tits against mine.

She had a stupid smile with her eyes rolling back. It felt good.

And yet. I was not done.

The heat, the need had not receded in the slightest. It was worse. I needed her, to feel her. I needed to fuck her.

Her body was limp, she was trying to catch her breath, but I wanted more.

Climbing on top of her, I locked my leg with hers, grabbing it and holding it against my chest. I pushed my cunt against hers.

“He-Helen?” Felicia whimpered as she looked into my eyes.

I smiled. Then I began rubbing.

It felt incredible. I moaned and threw my head back.

She did the same, grabbing the pillow to hide her face again.

I felt her hard and sensitive clit against mine. It felt so good when our pussies rubbed each other.

Felicia tried to move, to fight it. Her hand grabbed my waist, I felt her nails dig into my skin. But I kept going, riding her, fucking her. Making her mine.

Soon I found a good pace.

Thrusting my hips against her, feeling her lower lips, and her unshaven hair. I felt her wetness against mine.

And I felt pleasure build up inside me.

She moaned and twisted in place. I’m not sure if she was trying to feel more or to stop me.

But I kept going, moaning her name between thrusts. Grabbing her tits for support.

Finally, I got tired of watching the pillow. I pulled it away and saw my best friend’s face melt in pleasure. Broken and drooling.

“Please,” She moaned.

My hand darted to her mouth, my fingers inside her, “Shhhh” I said.

Felicia simply licked my fingers and kept moaning, louder and louder as I thrusted my hips faster.

I was getting close and I could see Felicia was almost there too.

“Cum for me,” I whispered in the dark.

Felicia shook her head. My hand slid to her throat, holding her in place, and making her look at me.

“Cum for me,” I ordered again, “I want to see you cum.”

Felicia’s whole body tensed, her eyes rolled back and I heard her moan and scream my name “I’m cumming, Helen, I’m cumming.” before I covered her mouth once more.

I felt my own orgasm hit me in that same moment.

Gasping for air, I felt a rush like electricity go over my body.

Taking over me before everything went black for a second and I fell on top of Felicia’s body.

My heart was beating fast and for a second I felt like I had never felt in my life.

Complete.

Satisfied.

I looked at Felicia, she was still breathing fast, she looked amazing, my hand ran over her chest, making little circles over her nipples. She was covered in sweat making her skin glisten with the little light that we had.

When she finally noticed what happened she laughed. We laughed.

I pulled her for a kiss and without saying anything else, we drifted off to sleep.

It was a short-lived rest. It wasn’t even two hours later when I woke up thirsty and needy once again.

That warmth between my legs was growing and while I had a perfectly good, unconscious Felicia for me to caress and play with in her sleep…

It wasn’t enough.

I turned on the light on the nightstand and looked inside the drawers finding just what I needed.

Felicia was not very discreet, keeping her sex toys just by the side of her bed. A cute little egg vibe and a nice dildo were waiting for me.

It was just what I needed.

As if on instinct, I reached for the fake cock and it slid so easily past my pussy lips. For a few seconds, I enjoyed the motion of the cock coming in and out of my cunt.

Until I heard the noise of something crashing downstairs.

My heart skipped, but Felicia didn’t so much as stir in her sleep.

For a second I stood immobile, listening. Nothing.

But the moment I closed my eyes and moved my hand to the cock between my legs I heard something else.

It was a loud moan filled with pleasure.

Like a siren’s call, I rose from the bed and reached for the door, walking to the hallway and following the voices downstairs.