“A threesome would have been fun,” Carrie murmured against my neck, her hands trailing down my back. “I have fantasies about cops.”
“Oh god, who doesn't?” I groaned when she cupped my ass, sliding a thigh between mine.
“Men in uniform.” She sighed joyfully. “Very hot.”
I was being pressed back toward the kitchen and pretty much knew where we were going to end up. “But I don't think Doc would have appreciated that.”
“True.” Carrie reached around and opened the bedroom door. “He's fine with me being with other girls. But other men? Um, not so much.”
“So this isn't cheating.” I fell back onto the bed with a little exhale when she pushed me.
“Well…” She stretched out beside me in her white bra and panties. We were quite a sight, I'm sure, like an angel in white and a devil in black. Although I wasn't sure which was which at that point. “There's your husband to consider.”
“No, there isn't.” I slipped an arm around her neck and pressed my mouth to hers to emphasize that statement. She rolled toward me, her thigh sliding up against mine like satin on silk. Her hand moved up my ribs toward my breast and I held my breath, waiting for her touch.
“You're going to tell me what's going on with that some day, right?” she murmured, her lips trailing down my neck, my collarbone.
“Not right now,” I whispered, trembling as she feathered kisses over my cleavage.
“No…” She smiled up at me, both hands moving over my ribcage, finding their way to my breasts and cupping them through my bra. “Definitely not right now.”
I moaned when she rubbed my nipples through the lacy material. I'd gone to my interview dressed to the nines from my underwear out and I hadn't bothered to change my bra and panties. They happened to be the best set I owned, Victoria's Secret black lace and elegance. Hers were plain in contrast, white cotton bikini panties with a little bow in front and a plain white bra with a tiny pink rosebud in the center, and still I'd never seen anything so sexy in my life.
“I want to make you feel good.” Her words had already accomplished the task, but her tongue was trying hard to keep up, lashing at my nipples through my bra, her fingernails tickling my sides. “I want to make you come so hard.”
Oh god. My pussy was already soaked from being next to her all night, watching her dancing half-naked, a little drunk, wild and out of control. Those words out of her mouth melted me completely.
“Yes.” It was all I could think of to say, but I wanted to give her even more affirmation so I reached around and undid my bra, peeling the straps down my shoulders. Her eyes brightened when my breasts were free and her tongue went back to work, circling my nipples and making me squirm on the bed. I let her do that for while, I don't know how long, experiencing every sensation as if it were the first time. Her mouth was practiced, sure, her hands roaming freely, and just her tongue on my nipples took me to heights I couldn't remember reaching before.
“Here,” she whispered, stopping and reaching around, undoing her own bra. “Me too.”
It wasn't that I'd forgotten, or that I didn't want to. God knew I wanted to. It was just that she was so beautiful, I wasn't sure I could. It was like touching perfection. I was too afraid I would spoil it. But Carrie wasn't having any of my hesitation or shyness. She guided my hands to cup her bare breasts and the moment I felt the weight of them, the lush curves and the thick arousal of her nipples against my palms, I was lost. Her body became a roadmap I followed behind closed eyes. Touching her brought me almost as much pleasure as her hands on me.
She gave me all those soft, sweet noises I'd heard the night she was making love to Doc, and the sound of them thrilled me beyond words. Everywhere I touched her came alive under my fingers. Her nipples hardened, her breasts swayed, her belly fluttered, her thighs quivered. The exploration went on a long time, and we hadn't even taken off our panties. By the time her mouth made its way down past my navel, the crotch of my underwear was soaked. She nudged at them with her nose, teasing me, making me wiggle. I had no reservations now, no more second thoughts. I wanted her-
her mouth, her tongue, her fingers. And she knew it.
She made me wait, teasing my labia with her tongue through the material, rubbing her face against my crotch like a cat. I tried to guide her, my hands finding the tousled mass of her hair and pressing, but she wasn't having any of it. Instead, she nipped at my thighs, making me squeal, and raked her nails gently down my quivering belly.
“Please,” I begged finally, not able to stand another minute. “Oh god, please!”
“Please what?” She kissed and licked all the around the elastic edge of my panties. “Tell me.”
“Please lick me,” I pleaded, thumbing my underwear off, feeling it stick at the crotch. She rolled them the rest of the way down and then spread my legs with her palms flat on my thighs, making me moan in anticipation.
“You want this?” She flicked her tongue, barely touching, at the top of my cleft. I shuddered. “Right here?” She used her fingers to spread me slowly open, revealing my clit. I just nodded, gasping as finally, finally, she covered my mound with her mouth, fluttering the soft, hot wetness of her tongue at my center.
“Oh god.” It was so good. Too good. I'd waited so long, wanted it so much.
Carrie's fingers slipped down to find my entrance, wiggling their way in, first one, then two. My pussy clamped down on her fingers the moment she sucked my clit between her lips. I was going to come. Right now. Right fucking now. “Carrie!”
She drank me in, hungry for more, as I came all over her face. My juices were everywhere, all over her chin, her cheeks, my pussy throbbing with release. But I wasn't done. Nowhere near. When she went to remove her fingers, I thrust against her hand, whimpering. “More. Please. More.” She made a delighted noise in her throat, obliging me, giving me her tongue again, concentrating on my still quivering clit. The sensation was almost too much to bear but I pushed past it, through it, riding the wave of my climax toward another.
And then I was there again. It was too much, too soon, I wanted it to last forever, but her tongue and mouth drew another orgasm out of me almost immediately. I bucked and rolled with it, my moans rising to near screams, and she grabbed my hips, trying to keep me steady as I came all over her face. I didn't even know who I was when she kissed her way up my belly to my mouth. I whispered her name, I kissed her back, I remember that, but not much more. I was floating somewhere above it all and it was divine.
It was her body that brought me back to earth again, the weight of her thigh, the shift of her hip. She was all soft curves and gentle valleys, no sharp angles or lines. I began to explore her like she had me, with my mouth, my hands, my tongue. She was so responsive to my touch it was like magic. I traced my fingers down her spine to feel her arch and rubbed my cheek against her neck to make her tilt her head. She liked my tongue there, over her collar bone, dipping into the hollow of her throat.
I thought she would be in a hurry like I was, desperate to come, but she didn't mind that I took my time, pressing her breasts together in my hands so I could lick her nipples, back and forth, teasing them hard, harder, hardest. She petted me as I stroked her, a hand in my hair, over my shoulder, her fingernails brushing me lightly, making me shiver. By the time I reached the wet stretch of her panties between her thighs, we were both ready for more.
“Here.” Carrie moved us and I groaned in anticipation at our new arrangement.
She was poised over my face, turned around so she could lick me too. “Better?”
Yes-and no. I wanted to concentrate on giving her pleasure-it had been a long time since I'd been with a woman, although it was a little like riding a bicycle or a horse, I guess. You never really forget how to do it. But every woman was different. I knew I would get distracted by my own pleasure and I wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me feel.
“Oh Dani, you have such a pretty pussy.” She kissed and licked at my swollen lips, quickly changing my mind about not liking this new position.
“So do you.” I explored her with my eyes first, still shaved smooth. Her labia was thick, just as swollen as mine, her inner lips a hot, deep pink. Her whole pussy glistened with wetness and I fought the urge to immediately bury my face there. “You shaved again. God, it's soooo smooth!”
“Waxed,” she replied, rubbing her cheek over my thigh. “Hurt like hell but isn't it worth it?”
“You're braver than I am.” I kissed her mound as if to make it all better. “Doc must love it.”
“He does,” she confirmed. “He says it's the softest thing he's ever had in his mouth.”
“Well let's see if he's correct.” I pressed my tongue between her pussy lips, tasting her for the first time-
