Mackenzie let out a soft moan as Tatum bit her lip again, digging her nails into the girls soft skin lightly. She was extremely glad Tatum couldn’t stop at this point because she was pretty sure that she would die of blue balls if the redhead called it off. “God Tatum,” she gasped, her head swimming. She wasn’t really sure if she could remember her own name right now. “You’re driving me crazy.”

She grinned as she felt the girl arch up to her touch, this was honestly blowing her mind. It was one of her favorite past times, making girls make those kind of noises, and the fact that it was Tatum was even better. It meant a lot more to her this time, this wasn’t just screwing some girl. This was making love to her best friend, it was a completely different ball game.

It surprised her when she felt the girl pull up her sweatshirt roughly, they had always joked about Tatum being a sexual deviant secretly but Mackenzie hadn’t thought she’d be that forward. The blonde thought it was totally hot, especially the way she had ordered her to take off her sweatshirt. She leaned back a little, lifting her arm’s and shimmying out of the over sized hoodie. She shivered slightly as the cool air in the room hit her over heated skin. She paused for a moment, looking down at Tatum and biting her lip. For the first time in her life, she felt slightly self conscious of her body.

“Your turn,” she said quietly, tugging Tatum’s shirt up her body gently. A small blush crept across her cheeks, when the hell did she get so shy?