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Maybe Hannah had a bit of an obsession.
Well not an obsession per say, just a little, what would be a more neutral word for it? Fixation? Fascination? Well anyway, she had a…fascination of sorts with mouths. Specifically, watching someone place something in their mouth, or watching them brush their fingers against their lips and just lightly press in to have a tongue wrap around them--
Okay, enough of that.
She liked mouths, they were interesting to her: the way they moved and pushed together to form words. The way they could press against one another in a hot, sloppy kiss or softly brush against a patch of skin before lips pulled back to bite and mark.
They were wonderful, dangerous things really.
This 'fascination' started when she was younger, perhaps when Hannah started school and hoarded No.2 pencils so she could nip and bite at them until the taste of wood wouldn't leave her mouth for days on end, and her teacher had to intervene with a phone call to her parents. Or, as Beth and her parents joked about, much to her never ending embarrassment, maybe it started when Hannah was a toddler and she took to sticking damp washcloths into her mouth and sucking on them--Like a babe who couldn’t leave her mother's breast Beth would often tease.
And, ugh, that was all sorts of wrong. The mother part, not the sucking part.
It could be worse, Hannah reasoned. It's not like she had the unbearable urge to shove her fingers in people's mouths, or even into her own at inopportune times, right? Right. Nothing weird with just imagining that stuff…
And then she met Sam.
Sam was different from her other friends, and as cliché as that sounded Hannah meant it. Unlike others before her, Sam had no clue about the family Hannah and Beth came from, she genuinely wanted to be their friend because she liked them for who they were. It was a nice surprise for the twins, not that they didn't have friends who cared about them of course. Most of their friendships started because their parents' friends wanted to introduce their kids to the Washington siblings in hopes of continuing generational friendships.
It was basically little groups of rich kids forced to play together for years until they started to like each other.
So it was really, really nice to bump into Sam on move in day at college. She had offered to help them move in and was able to heft the heavier boxes that even Hannah's tennis playing arms strained a little to pick up (only a little though).
The blonde was all kinds of sweet and caring, and for once Hannah felt like someone outside of her family actually cared about her without having to go through at least one year of awkward and forced friend-courting.
It was one of the best friendships she had, and it made her heart swell with happiness.
But then Hannah started to notice…things.
Particularly Sam's mouth.
Sam's lips were plump and always glossy. She would watch the blonde apply lip gloss haphazardly--when Beth brought up her lack of lipstick application skills Sam mentioned that she had no one around to teach her how to properly apply makeup because she had two clueless dads--and even though she was terrible at it, it was always interesting to watch Sam try to smear the stuff on her lips.
(The way her brow would furrow in concentration or how the tip of her tongue would poke out between puffy lips even though it would get in the way and the blonde would huff in frustration was just. Adorable. It made Hannah so so hot, and she could never tear her eyes away from the display).
And it wasn't just her perfect, full and shiny lips that caught Hannah's attention. Sam had perfect teeth--straight and bright white that blinded everyone she smiled at--and a really nice tongue, which, the Washington thought, was weird to admit out loud to herself.
The older twin had lost sleep over thoughts on how it would feel to trace Sam's lips with her fingers and gently push them in, to press and scratch at teeth while a tongue wrapped around the digits with a low moan. Saliva would collect at the corners of Sam's mouth as it opened wider to accommodate more fingers and they would all push in until they explored the deepest, wettest parts of the blonde's mou--
"Hannah?"
"H-huh?" she stuttered out. Her name being called certainly snapped the twin out of the memory of her latest wet dream.
Sam smiled softly at her, "Is there something on my face?"
Hannah blushed darkly and cleared her throat. "No, nope. I just zoned out there for a moment."
The other girl leaned in close--they were both on Hannah's bed studying for a midterm together when the brunette got lost in her thoughts as she watched the blonde bite at her lower lip--"Are you okay?" Sam asked. She had shifted her hand to Hannah's knee and lightly squeezed it as she leaned forward to search her friend's eyes.
When the brunette didn't respond, her throat too dry to form words and a heat forming in her lower belly, Sam touched their foreheads together and closed her eyes with a soft hum. "You don't have a fever, so your red face tells me you're thinking about something, or someone," the blonde said slyly with a wink.
Hannah swallowed thickly and quickly glanced down at Sam's lips. They quirked slightly and the brunette snapped her eyes to her friend's, panicked at being caught.
"Uh," was all she was able to say as the blonde leaned in closer.
"I promise I won't tell anyone," was whispered against Hannah's own quivering lips.
When no answer came Sam moved back with a sigh and cupped Hannah's face with her hands. "Okay, this is getting us nowhere so I'll say it out loud: I like you, and I wanna kiss you and hold hands and whatever else you want to do." She paused, and looked down; Hannah realized she was nervous. "And I think you like me back? Maybe?"
Hannah's mouth dropped open, then snapped shut with a click. Sam's hands dropped from the twin's face and into her lap as she continued to stare down at the comforter.
A few minutes of excruciating silence passed. The brunette had only caught onto one thing the other girl had said:
"Oh my god, how did you know I liked you?" Hannah squeaked.
The blonde laughed, "that's what you get from me confessing my feelings?"
Hannah hid her face in her hands and whimpered, "I was so careful though." She felt Sam grab at her wrists and gently pry her hands from her red face. She was met with a bright albeit shy smile. And a tiny lip bite.
Goddammit Samantha.
"Can I kiss you?" Sam asked while her thumbs rubbed at Hannah's wrists comfortingly. Hannah sucked in a breath and nodded vigorously.
"God yes, please," she whined out. Sam grabbed her face again and pressed their lips together and finally, finally, Hannah could feel how soft and warm Sam's lips were after fantasizing about them for the past semester and a half. She moaned when something hot and wet pressed against her mouth. Her heart pounded fast as she opened her eyes--when had they closed?--and owlishly blinked at a flushed Sam.
"I--sorry. I shouldn't have done that," the blonde stuttered.
"No, I. Uhm, I liked that. I want to do it more--if you want to of course!" Hannah stammered. God, she couldn't think straight with how hot it was and the heat in her lower belly from earlier had started to twist into something solid and tight. Sam smiled before she leaned forward again and brushed her tongue tentatively against Hannah's lips.
The brunette's breath hitched before she opened her mouth. The blonde pushed her tongue in slowly, first brushing it against fronts of Hannah's teeth then curled it between the row of teeth--a somewhat tight fit with how Hannah fought against her nerves to chomp down on the muscle. They both moaned loudly when Sam finally flicked her tongue against Hannah's. The blonde pulled her closer, dropping her hands to the swell of her hips, and Hannah dug her nails into Sam's bare shoulders. Their tongues coiled and pushed against each other for a few moments longer before they had to break apart to breathe.
Hannah blushed at the trail of saliva that broke between them and fell down Sam's chin. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath and stared intently at the blonde's lips. "Can I try something?" her voice broke at the end of her question, her heart about to burst from embarrassment and excitement.
Sam simply smiled. "Sure," she breathed and moved to sit against the pillows at the head of Hannah's bed. The brunette took a shaky breath in as she moved to sit on the blonde's toned thigh.
"I--uh. If you don’t like this tell me to stop okay?" Sam nodded and Hannah brought a shaky hand up to her to swollen lips (I did that! the twin giddily thought) and gently pressed her index finger against them. They opened slightly and Hannah quickly shook her head, "just. Just let me touch them first. Please?" and Sam shut them with another nod.
Hannah inhaled through her nose as she swiped her index finger against Sam's bottom lip, feeling the soft flesh before she firmly pressed down and watched the red of the lip whiten with the pressure. The blonde made a soft sound at the back of her throat but did not move to push her hand away, instead her eyes grew dark and bore into Hannah's own. Oh, she might like this, and that thought alone made Hannah so wet--well wetter. She was practically dripping because of a little kissing, how embarrassing.
She stopped prodding at Sam's lips and brought her thumb up to wipe away the saliva left behind on the blonde's chin from their kiss. She bit the inside of her cheek as she pressed the wet digit against the blonde's mouth and rubbed it against swollen lips. The pad of her thumb slowly spread the wetness onto the top lip before moving onto the bottom one, making Sam's mouth glisten with their mixed saliva.
The brunette moaned at the sight and ground her hips to alleviate the growing pressure in her groin. The hands at her hips tightened and Hannah moaned again as she felt blunt nails lightly dig into her flesh.
"This better not be a subliminal message about my lip balm skills," Sam chuckled. Hannah giggled with her with a shake of her head.
She leaned forward to kiss the tip of the blonde's nose. "Can you open your mouth for me now?" Her free hand shook in anticipation as it curled against Sam's chest and gripped at her tank top. When the blonde complied, parting her lips with a flush high on her cheeks, Hannah practically mewled when she placed her index finger inside. Sam's mouth was just as hot and as wet as she had imagined it, and the blonde's tongue eagerly wrapped around the digit to pull it in deeper.
"Oh god," Hannah gasped, hips jerking forward with need. Her panties were so wet she probably ruined them for good. "I-I'm--" the sentence was caught in her throat as Sam lightly bit down on her finger and her tongue swirled lazily around it. "Fuck," she whimpered. She pushed her middle finger into the hot, waiting mouth, and the blonde accepted it without a second thought, sucking it in easily. She pressed her teeth lightly against the flesh again and Hannah cried out while her hips moved erratically along Sam's thigh.
A third finger followed shortly and Sam raised her thigh up to accommodate the brunette's frantic grinding. She moved her hands to squeeze the twin's ass and another moan ripped itself from Hannah's throat. Sam used her hold to press Hannah down onto her thigh and ease her into a rhythm as the brunette pushed her fingers passed the second knuckle into the blonde's mouth. Nails scratched at her tongue and the Sam groaned around the digits.
Hannah's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her eyes zeroed in on the plump lips that were sealed around her fingers. God, she was so close and this was all too hot and Sam's mouth was too wet and--
She gasped as one of the blonde's hands shifted from her ass to tease the skin around the elastic waistband of her shorts. She glanced up at mischievous green eyes before the hand dipped down and teased a finger down her slick slit. Her head fell forward onto Sam's shoulder, "oh my god," Hannah whispered hoarsely against the damp skin. "Oh my god," she repeated over and over again as Sam slipped fingers inside of her and continued to suck and nip at Hannah's fingers.
When she came, Hannah buried her face into the crook of Sam's neck, her fingers curled inside the blonde's mouth as she rode out her orgasm on Sam's calloused digits.
She pulled away, dizzy from her high, and slowly pulled out her fingers from Sam's mouth. They came out with an obscene pop and Sam smirked up at her at the sound. When Sam pulled her own fingers from Hannah's shorts, she maintained eye contact as she licked the other girl's fluids off.
Hannah blushed and smacked her on the shoulder. "Stop that or I'll get distracted again and we'll never pass this midterm."
Sam rolled them onto their sides, a wide smile spread across her face, "Cuddles first then study?" she asked eagerly.
Hannah huffed but nodded. Sam pulled her in close and pressed her nose against Hannah's, her eyes searching the brunette's cautiously. "Wanna, like, go get something to eat during a study break?"
"Like…?" she tried to keep the excitement out of her voice at what the blonde may have been proposing.
"Uh, yeah. Like a date. Only if you want!"
Hannah pressed a finger to Sam's lips to hush her before she began to ramble, "I would love to. But studying comes first, and I mean it, Samantha."
The blonde's lips twitched upwards. "I remember you coming first but--"
Hannah smacked her chest with a blush. "Be quiet and cuddle me before I decide to not help you."
Sam fake gasped. "Right away m'lady," she said and snuggled closer to a giggling Hannah.