'Great,' Fiona grinned, relaxing
'You didn't ball with him, you or Lori?'
'No, maybe tomorrow,' Fiona shrugged, and she brushed her hair back, holding it against her neck, her forearm against one breast.
'Interesting,' Margerie nodded thoughtfully as they moved through the trees, the soft moonlight falling through the branches to decorate them with shadow patterns. 'You've been eaten before, haven't you?'
'Yeah, but it was guys at the last school, and… they were just doing it cause they thought I'd put out more, or 'cause they thought they were supposed to. Not 'cause they got off on doing it,' she shrugged 'Wayne, he was getting off on it,' she observed as they approached a moonlit clearing 'You and Krisi…?'
'Yeah, we get it on. Maybe more than we would if there was cock around, but we dig it,' she smiled, and they came to a stop in the clearing, and they faced one another, their eyes holding, the moonlight softly molding their features and the outlines of their bodies. 'Back there, when I held your hand, you liked the feel of the gown?' she asked, the whisper of her voice clear in the stillness of the night, and Fiona nodded. 'And what was under the gown?' she asked, her breasts rising and falling, the moonlight molding the insides of the globes, and her heart pounded.
'I… yes,' Fiona slowly nodded, her flesh burning despite the light breeze.
'Can I touch you?' Margerie asked, and Fiona nodded, her head just moving.
Margerie lifted her hand, and she eased the back of it down along Fiona's cheek, and her fingertips brushed the blonde hair. Margerie's eyes followed the movement of her hand, Fiona's eyes moving over the Indian features of Margerie's face, suddenly able to see her dressed in buckskins. Then Fiona's eyes closed, her lips parting. Margerie eased her hand down over Fiona's chest, the back and edge moving against the slope down and into one wide, out-pointing breast.
Fiona inhaled deeply as Margerie's hand turned, her palm moving over the indentation her rounded nipple made against her blouse. Margerie turned her hand, cupping Fiona's breast without pressure, the risings of it as the girl inhaled pressing it to her palm and spread fingers. Her fingers turned up, and she slid her hand down and in, her fingers finding the top button of the blouse.
Fiona's eyes opened, and she found herself looking into Margerie's. The fingers pressed the button through its eyelet, and then the next, and the next, and the next, and the cloth opened from the insides of Fiona's swollen tits, and from the center of the firm curve of her stomach with its round navel. The breeze lifted the cloth out from one breast, chilling the burning rise of the nipple. The moonlight made the blush of the areola almost completely invisible.
Sucking at her lower lip's wide fullness, Fiona looked down shyly, and found herself looking at the inner curves of Margerie's breasts, the girl's nipples indenting the brocade satin. Without raising her head, Fiona looked up at her, and the moonlight sparkled in Margerie's eyes, a tender smile lifting the corners of her lush mouth.
Feeling as if she were moving in slow motion, Fiona lifted one hand. The breeze moved through the leaves above them, and the shadow patterns shifted. Fiona touched her fingers to the inside of Margerie's breast, feeling the ripe fullness that was even softer to the touch than the satin gown. She moved her joined fingers down, following the curve, and then over the inside of the other breast. She lifted, her eyes, and saw that Margerie's were closed, the girl's succulent lips parted. She turned the backs of her fingers to Margerie's tit, and slid them under the satin, feeling it against the fronts of her fingers and Margerie's flesh against the backs. The girl's tits swelling out against the nightgown, the fit for Fiona's fingers was tight as she eased them down and under the full globe. Fiona's fingers moved down along Margerie's pliant stomach to where the nightgown was buttoned, and the girl's eyes opened, Fiona hesitating as she touched the top button.
'Please,' Margerie whispered.
Fiona's fingers began to unbutton the nightgown, and her knuckles shifted against the base of Margerie's stomach, then against her abdomen, and then against the threadings of her muff. Her fingers pausing, she looked down the supple length of Margerie's stomach to the now exposed top of the girl's nest. She lifted her eyes, and Margerie smiled, curving her hand to one of Fiona's breasts, slipping beneath the opened blouse. Fiona murmured with pleasure and her fingers opened the next button, her knuckles against the heat of Margerie's mound, the silken curlings of hair shifting against the backs of her fingers.
The next button open, Fiona could not reach the others without leaning down, and Margerie's hand was caressing her breast. The nightgown was opened a few inches below the juncture of the girl's full thighs, and Fiona slowly turned her hand till her fingers were curved against the fluffy curlings. She cased her hand from side to side, stroking the girl's hair, and her index finger and then her little finger touched the bare outsides of Margerie's loins. The dark haired girl's hand tightened around the breadth of Fiona's tit, her full lips parting.
Margerie swallowed, her throat constricted, and they looked at one another, swaying lightly, in rhythm with the sway of the branches above in the night breeze. Their hearts beating bard against their chests, they both smiled.
Margerie raised her other hand, and she eased the blouse from Fiona's shoulders, and down her arms. Fiona's hand moved back from Margerie's cunny while retaining its curve, and the blouse slipped over it, and drifted down to the grass. The hand moved back and resumed its caressing of Margerie's nest, Margerie's hands lifting to slip the nightgown back from her tits, and over her shoulders.
Fiona watched the satin slide away from the lush globes, revealing the notched rises of the nipples, and the pale pinkish-tan areolas. Margerie shook her shoulders, and the gown slid down her arms, and away from her lightly defined waist. She drew her hands up and out of the gown, and it held for a moment around her full hips. Fiona watched the satin gradually move down from Margerie's hips, and then it floated down from the long legs to furl around her ankles in the moonlight. Fiona pressed her fingers against the curlings, flattening them against the fullness of Margerie's cunt.
Margerie rocked back and forth, her furrow tightening and loosening as Fiona's cupping hand caressed her pubes. The peaks of their breasts met, and the pearls of Fiona's pink nipples touched the notched nubs of Margerie's pinkish-tan nipples. Their already parted lips touched, and their heads turned, their mouths opening together.
The soft blades of their tongues drifted together, and their breasts pressed tighter. Margerie's hands cupped Fiona's face, and then slid back through the light gold of her hair, and down over the supple sweep of the girl's back. Fiona's one hand continuing to squeeze Margerie's mound, her own pressed against her wrist, her other hand moving up from Margerie's side to her shoulder blades, the dark brown hair shifting against the back of it and her forearm.
Margerie groaned into Fiona's mouth, her body arching as she pushed forward onto the bails of her feet, her cunny thrusting against the girl's hand. Her hands gripped the pert orbs of Fiona's ass, her long fingers indenting them as an orgasm blossomed, rippling out from the tender massage of Fiona's hand, which was pressed between their cleaves, Fiona's lips opening against her lips.
Fiona's breath caught, her furrow tightening and loosening against her wrist, sparkings of electric heat going through her loins. Margerie dropped back onto her feet, her hands opening atop Fiona's tush. Both breathing raggedly, Fiona slipped her hand from between them, and they leaned against one another, their flushed cheeks together.
They straightened, their heads easing back, and they looked at one another. They smiled, and Fiona lifted her hand, and they both watched her turn it, the moonlight gleaming from the dampness of Margerie's juices upon the palm and forgers. Her eyes on Margerie's, Fiona turned her head a little, and she brought her hand to her mouth. Margerie inhaled deeply as she watched Fiona's long tongue skim the moisture from her hand. Savoring Margerie's taste, Fiona took a step back, and Margerie's hands slipped around to her hips. Touching one of the girl's lush breasts, Fiona eased, down, and Margerie watched her stretch out upon the moonlit grass. Her arms out from her sides, Fiona's long legs were apart as she looked up at Margerie, and she slowly drew one foot toward the base of her fanny, her knee rising.
Margerie looked at the golden wheat of Fiona's hair spread out over the soft green of the grass, the moonlit tan of the girl's body without tension. Fiona's tits were pressed out a little to the sides, accenting the angle at which they pointed to the sides. Margerie's eyes moved along the contours of the girl's long stomach and subtle waist, and to the dusky brown curlings crownings her low-slung mound. The lifted knee leaning. out to the side, Fiona's cleft opened, and the moonlight glimmered in the dampness, the bases of the girl's ass cheeks pressed out below.
