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Sometimes Friday nights suck. It was a little after 9:30pm and I was stuck at home. No date. No party. No friends. Just my CD player, a book and me. All of us were sprawled on my bed on top of the pink silky spread. My dark blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. I’ve been told I look somewhat like Elizabeth Shue, only with a fuller figure. I had my sleep clothes on, a gray designer label half shirt that just barely covered my boobs, and a pair of powder blue baggy boxer shorts, also designer label.

I was tapping my foot and rereading the same sentence for the third time when Jackie burst into my bedroom. Jackie is my best friend. Our birthdays were only 11 days apart and four weeks ago we had a combined party to celebrate turning 18.

“Jesus Christ!” I gasped as I ripped the headphones off. “You scared the crap out of me!” I hadn’t been expecting her. She was supposed to be on a date with Brad, her boyfriend for the last few months. She was dressed to kill, with a satiny red miniskirt so short she didn’t dare bend over. The side was cut open almost to her waist and held together with three taut strings. The only panties you could wear with it was a thong, unless you wanted them to show thought the slit. I certainly wouldn’t have the guts to wear a thong with a skirt that short and tight.

Her halter top was a matching red with black streaks and sharp edged swirls. The material was loose and clingy at the same time. Although it could be worn with a halter bra, Jackie chose not to. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking through the thin material. Her B cup boobs were a little smaller than my C cup breasts, but the still jiggled and moved freely underneath the halter top. I’ve always thought she looked like a young Demi Moore, before the boob job.

Her deep brown hair was done up nicely, framing a face that was puffy and red from crying. Mascara and eyeliner streaked her face. She clutched a used tissue tightly in her hand. Her face looked like she was finely balanced between anger and despair.

“Oh, Michelle! Brad is such a bastard!” she cried out. Jackie fell into my arms, sobbing on my shoulder.

“What happened?” I asked. I was hoping to calm her down. My parents went to bed at 9:00 most nights and I didn’t want her to wake them up. I usually locked the house up around 10:00pm after letting the dog out one last time. Jackie released me and we sat side by side on my bed. The shoulder of my top was stained with her mascara.

“I guess it’s not really Brad’s fault, but I’m still mad at him.”

“Okay, but you still haven’t told me what happened.”

“Well, you know we were supposed to go dancing. When we got there, the DJ was really lame and the place was half empty. We hung around for a little while to see if we were just too early. Brad finally asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. His parents were out of the house playing bridge or something.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad. You’ve been wanting to get into his pants for a while now.”

Jackie had lost her virginity two years ago. Since then she had screwed most of the guys she dated, although she and Brad hadn’t gone that far yet. She said sex was the best thing about having a boyfriend. I was still a virgin, but I got to live out some pretty wild fantasies though her stories. She always told me what happened on her dates, with all the juicy details. When she left I would masturbate while thinking about her beautiful naked body writhing underneath her latest muscular hunk.

“I know. I didn’t get a chance to tell you about yesterday. We were parked in his car making out. He was playing with my tits and teasing my nipples. You know how sensitive they are. Well, I unzipped him and took out his cock. Michelle, it was bigger than Ray’s!”

“Oh my God!” Ray was two boyfriends ago and he was hung like a horse. Unfortunately for Ray, he wasn’t very good at using his tool and she dumped him.

“Yeah! Well, a cop drove up just as he was getting my pants off. We got our clothes back on just in time. The cop told us to move along and Brad took me home.”

“You are so bad!” I giggled. Jackie was smiling now as she told the story. Just talking to me had helped calm her down.

“Well, I was so horny tonight. I even wore my ‘fuck me’ skirt for him.”

I glanced down and saw that her infamously short skirt with the slit was failing to hide her pussy. The thin gauzy material of her thong was partially exposed and the lower half of her plump pussy lips were clearly defined underneath it. I blushed and looked back up at her face.

“Yeah. Brad had that reaction too,” she said with a wicked grin. The effect was spoiled somewhat by the red, puffy eyes and streaks of mascara.

“Anyway, we were sitting on the sofa in his living room. He was sucking on my nipples. God, Michelle. I love it when guys do that.” Jackie’s hands cupped her boobs, her thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipples though the thin fabric. Jackie suddenly realized what she was doing and dropped her hands back into her lap. She only blushed for a moment though. Jackie had almost no hang-ups about sex. I had always been jealous of her. Making out with guys was fun, but I never seemed to get aroused the way she did.

“So anyway, his hands start playing with my thighs and ass, and I am just going out of my mind. He finally gets to my pussy and gets underneath my thong. I am so wet and hot by now that I just spread my legs wide for him. His fingers are playing with my clit and I am ready to cum. Then his parents walk in the door. They start yelling and screaming at him. I’m trying to get dressed while his father is just staring bug-eyed at me. I’m told to leave and Brad and his parents are still yelling at each other as I get in my car. Thank God I drove instead of him.”

“Wow! No wonder you are so upset.”

“Michelle, I am so horny right now. Two days in a row Brad has gotten me all worked up and both times he leaves me with blue balls.”

“Shouldn’t it be blue nipples for a woman?” I giggled.

“I think red nips would be more accurate. That’s what they look like right now,” she smirked.

“Why don’t you go clean your face off and we can listen to CDs and bitch about men.”

“That’s the second best offer I’ve had tonight, ” she said, smiling wanly.

I could see her from behind in the bathroom. As she bent over to wash her face, the lower part of her ass cheeks were clearly visible. Her thong was riding high, leaving a barely visible wedge of red squeezed between her smooth thighs.

With her face cleaned, she stared into the mirror, lost in thought. I saw her hand creep down her waist and up inside her skirt. She shuddered and leaned forward, her weight supported by her other hand on the edge of the sink. I watched as the muscles of her arm and shoulder flexed and released. The poor girl was so horny she was masturbating in my bathroom!Jackie pulled her hand out of her pussy and hung her head. I heard a softly muffled sob, and then she washed off her hand. She obviously wasn’t aware that I could see her.

She sat back down on my bed and we talked about boys and sex while listening to our favorite CDs. She sat cross-legged, which would have been obscene if she hadn’t kept one of my pillows on her lap. She kept shifting positions, moving her hips and ass every minute or so.

“I can’t stand it,” she finally burst out.

“What?”

“Michelle, I’ve gotta get some relief. I know this sounds weird, but would you be upset if I…uh…you know, masturbated?”

“Oh! Uh…I…”

“You can just sit there if you want. I mean it probably won’t take long. If you thinks it’s too gross you won’t hurt my feelings if you go in another room either.”

“I suppose it’s okay,” I answered slowly. “It’s not gross. I mean I do it too. I’ve just never done it in front of anyone. I mean nobody has ever done it in front of me. Actually, both.”

I was flustered now, and beginning to babble. I didn’t want Jackie to think was she was doing was gross or bad. I guess I also didn’t want her to think I was a prude. She had so much more sexual experience than I did. I also didn’t really want to go stand in the dark hall.

“Thank you,” she said, giving me a quick hug. Without wasting another moment, she began stripping off her clothes. The halter top was first. I had seen her breasts many times before, but not under these circumstances. She was right, they were red and stiff. Her areolas were large and dark, matching her almost black hair. Her boobs looked larger than their B cup as the bounced fee. I felt my mouth go dry. I hadn’t realized she would get totally naked.

The skirt was next. It was so tight she had to shimmy back and forth to get it down off her hips. Her swaying breasts with their erect nipples mesmerized me. Once the skirt hit mid-thigh, the rest was easy and it was whisked off. Now she stood there wearing just her high heels and the smallest scrap of red gauze hiding her pussy. I only had a moment to look at her narrow waist with its firm stomach and the swell of her hips. It was ten times sexier than total nudity. My face felt hot and flushed.

The thong and shoes vanished in a heartbeat. Jackie flung herself down on the bed. She pulled her feet up close to her ass cheeks and let her knees fall wide open. I could see she had trimmed her pussy hair for Brad. The lips were smooth and bare. A dark triangle of close cropped pubic hair pointed straight at her clit. Her lips were slick with moisture, red and engorged with desire. Her clit was swollen and poking out from its hood. Everything was laid bare and wide open for me to see. I was having trouble breathing. I was caught up in the sensuality of the moment, unaware of my own growing passion.

For all of her rush to strip naked, Jackie now moved slowly. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and her back slightly arched. She took her tits in her hands and squeezed the nipples. A shudder rippled through her and her nipples grew even larger. She slid her hands down her stomach with a smoothing motion. Her fingers bypassed her pussy and slid down her thighs toward her knees as far as she could comfortably reach. They dipped down to cover her inner thighs and slowly slid back up toward her pussy.

I watched as she took the fingers of her left hand and sank them into the slick folders of her pussy. Jackie inhaled sharply and another shudder rippled across her body making her tits shake like jello. She pulled her fingers out and traced circles over her outer lips. They quickly became coated in her slippery juices. Once the whole area was lubricated, her fingers slipped between her inner lips and began to slowly stroke her distended clit. Her right hand was gripping the sheets, white knuckled with tension.

My head was swimming and my nipples ached. I looked down and saw that they were poking through the thin material of my half-shirt. I wanted to cover them up, but that would just draw Jackie’s attention to them. I tried to hunch forward to open a space between the material and my jutting nipples, but it was no use. I casually let my hair down so that the tresses covered my condition.

Jackie stroked her clit for an eternity, emitting the occasional moan. She seemed to be having trouble finishing.

“Michelle,” she gasped breathlessly. “Play with my nipples. Please”

“Huh?” I answered, drawn out of my fog by her question.

“I’m so close, but I need help.”

I watched as my hands took on life of their own. They rose as if lifted by invisible spirits and softly cupped Jackie’s breasts. The flesh was warm and smooth. Jackie groaned and arched her back, pushing her tits into my palms. Wait, what was I doing? How had I let things go this far? Why was I turned on by this scene? My mind was filled with confusion, but my hands were filled with the soft, supple flesh of Jackie’s rounded tits. I struggled to find myself while my fingers rolled her nipples. I wanted so badly to stand up and flee, and at the same time lean down and kiss her beautiful breasts. Paralyzed, I did neither.

“Oh…Michelle!” Jackie moaned. Her hips were gyrating uncontrollably as her wet fingers caressed her throbbing clit. I could see it peeking out between her swollen, enflamed pussy lips, alternately hidden and revealed by Jackie’s trembling finger. The blood rushed to my head and I inadvertently squeezed her nipples hard.

“Uh…fuck!” Jackie wailed softly as an orgasm rocked her body. Inarticulate sobs wracked her body as her hips spasmed around her fingers. I watch, mesmerized as a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first. Ripping my eyes away from her wantonly exposed pussy, I looked up at her face. Her gorgeous features were distorted with lust and ecstasy. Her skin was flushed red and slick with a thin film of sweat. She was biting her lip to stop from crying out.

Jackie’s eyes opened, staring into nothingness, glazed over and unfocussed. With an effort she found my eyes and locked her gaze onto them. I could see longing and desire shamelessly flowing from them. Suddenly I realized that I was still squeezing her nipples mercilessly between my thumbs and forefingers. I desperately wanted to look down at my hands on her tits, but was unable to tear myself away from the heat of her stare.

“Michelle…Michelle…” she whispered as one last orgasm was ripped from her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I was freed. My hands flew away from her tits as if recoiling from a hot stove. I could still feel the soft warmth of her flesh against my palms. A peaceful, happy glow crept over Jackie’s features as she gasped for air.

I was light headed, almost to the point of being dizzy. I collapsed next to her on my back, our shoulders pressing lightly against each other. What had I done? I covered my face with my hands, hiding my shame. I could smell the faint aroma of Jackie’s perfume and the subtle musk of her breasts on my hands. My nipples were rock hard and throbbing. My pussy was wet and overheated. I desperately wanted to finger myself the Jackie had.

Was I gay? Why did Jackie playing with herself affect me like this? Why on earth did I grab her tits? I knew part of the answer. Because she asked me to. A second reason floated in my thoughts I almost sobbed out loud. I also did it because I wanted to. I started to tremble and shake with the realization that I had feelings for Jackie that went way beyond being her best friend. I had always idolized her, but now I knew that was just a mask for a deeper longing.

I felt something warm and wet brush my exposed belly. I was so wrapped up in my own inner turmoil it took me a moment to figure out that Jackie was gently kissing my stomach. I kept my face hidden behind my hands, frantically trying to decide how I should react. I felt her hair tantalizingly brush my skin and another warm, moist kiss caressed my skin. My legs became weak and I was grateful I was already lying down.

A pair of hands glided up and down my sides as more slow, soft kisses rained down on my stomach. Her tongue traced small, tender circles on my skin. It was the most erotic, loving experience I had ever had. I felt my soul melting as my pussy heated up. I lay still, silently surrendering to her knowing touch, my face hidden behind my hands.

“You are so beautiful, Michelle,” she whispered, planting a soft kiss on my navel.

“Thank you for helping me,” as her fingers delicately stroked my ribs.

“Your hands felt so good on my nipples,” a gentle lick traced the outline of my bellybutton. I gasped involuntarily.

“I love the way your skin feels and tastes,” another kiss and more sliding fingertips. I was on fire. I could feel myself trembling, my skin vibrating with each touch.

“I want to touch all of you,” she whispered. Her hands slowly pushed my half-shirt up toward my neck. The lower edge of the material caught for moment on my erect nipples before sliding up to expose my large breasts.

“Oh! They are beautiful.” Her hands slowly caressed the sides of my breasts. I bit my lip silently.

“Your tits are larger than mine, and so soft.” Her fingers traced lazy eights along the sensitive undersides.

“I love how large and pink your nipples are,” she breathed. Her hot breath was just below my breasts. I could feel her hair brushing the undersides.

“Your nipples are so hard. I bet they will get even bigger in my mouth.”

A weak whimper escaped from behind my hands. I had never wanted anything more in my life than to feel her sucking on my nipples. I felt hot breath wash over my left nipple. I stifled a groan. The hand on my right breast eased up the fleshy slope and captured my right nipple between two fingers. The sensation made me squirm beneath her.

I was unprepared for the liquid heat of her mouth as it closed over my left nipple. I gasped and arched my back. Her lips and tongue toyed with the stiff nubbin like a cat with a fresh mouse. Jackie switched her mouth to my other nipple and her other hand took possession of my wet, engorged nipple. Time lost all meaning as I dissolved into a haze of sensual lust and desire. I writhed slowly beneath her, unable to lie still any longer.

Eventually her mouth left my breasts as she trailed soft kisses back down my stomach. Both of her hands toyed with my swollen red nipples.

“You liked that, I could tell,” she whispered. I groaned my agreement, undulated uncontrollably.

“I loved the way your nipples tasted. I could feel them getting bigger and harder in my mouth.”

Her tongue began to trace random figures on the skin beneath my navel but above my baggy boxer shorts. Her hands were fully extended and holding onto my quivering tits. Her hands left my tits and slid down my sides, raising goose bumps wherever they roamed.

“Your skin is so soft,” Jackie murmured.

I felt her shift on the bed. Her head left my lower stomach. Her hands gently gripped my knees and spread my legs while simultaneously pulling them up. With my knees half bent and partially spread, I felt her shift positions again so that she was between my legs. I couldn’t tell if she was sitting or kneeling.

“You have gorgeous legs,” she said throatily. Hearing that telltale of desire in her voice made my legs tremble. Her hands slid down the insides of my thighs, stopping at the edge of my boxers. They glided back up to my knees and then back down my thighs. This time they stopped a couple of inches inside the briefs. Up and down, each time moving closer to the heart of my passion. Each journey ended in slow circles traced on my quivering thighs.

“I love the way you feel right…here,” she said as her hands stroked the very tops of my inner thighs, just shy of the hollow that formed next to my overheated pussy lips. I moaned behind my hands. My hips and legs were shaking with need. I wanted her to touch my hot, liquid center.

“This is so deliciously sexy,” Jackie murmured. Her hands began to wander, explored all my upper thighs and lower belly. Her fingers traced the exposed curve of my ass cheeks and dipped into the hollows at the tops of the thighs. She caressed every part of me except for my aching pussy. I was grinding my hips, desperately trying to find her fingers.

“I wonder if you look as hot as you feel?” Jackie asked. I could here the hungry grin in her voice. Her hands left my hips and I cried out softly in disappointment. She gripped the elastic waistband and began to pull them off of my hips. My knees had to come together and she shifted backwards to make room. I heard her gasp as my pussy was revealed. I hate body hair and keep myself completely shaven at all times.

The boxer shorts were gone. I lay naked before her, wearing only my half-shirt, pushed up around my neck, leaving my tits fully exposed.

“Oh my God, Michelle,” Jackie said, her voice breaking. “You are so hot. So goddamn sexy. So absolutely fuckable.”

She gently pried my knees open again, much wider this time. I was aching for her to touch me. I needed her fingers to caress my pussy like they had caressed her own. I had been kept in a state of constant arousal for so long that I was on fire. Her hands slid up my thighs once more. No games this time, but straight to the very edges of my pussy. I silently begged her to move those fingers inside of me.

I was not prepared for what she did next. Her tongue eased apart my puffy lips, with a single long stroke. I cried out and snapped my hips up off the bed. Jackie’s arms snaked underneath my legs and her lips fastened onto my pussy.

I shook and writhed on the bed as her tongue lazily licked my pussy. She started low, on the small strip of skin just below the lips. Wide and flat, she licked up and over my clit, taking her time with each lick. After each lick her lips would capture one of my labia and gently suck it into her mouth. I was riding the waves of this sweet torment, climbing higher and higher.

Jackie’s hands gripped my forearms just below the elbows. Inexorably she pulled my hands away from my face. I kept my eyes tightly closed, my head thrashing from side to side. Jackie had described what it felt like when her boyfriends went down on her, but this was so much more that what I had imagined.

“Look at me,” Jackie whispered, her mouth leaving my heaving pussy. I frantically hunched my hips, trying to reattach myself to her tongue and lips.

“Please, Michelle,” Jackie begged. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and looked down at her. There, framed between the twin peaks of my tits, Jackie lay between my legs. Her arms were wrapped around my upper thighs, her mouth barely an inch above my glistening pussy. Her eyes stared deeply into mine as she lowered her face down into my pussy. Her tongue and lips sought out my clit, massaging and flicking at the throbbing flesh. I exploded. Jackie’s eyes held me pinned as the powerful orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave.

Jackie returned to the long slow licks and gentle nibbling on my lips as I descended from the height of pleasure. It wasn’t long before I was rising toward another orgasm. She drew it out this time and I came again as her tongue dragged slowly over my clit. Jackie kept up her tender ministrations while I rode crest after crest of orgasmic pleasure. Finally I could take no more and pushed her face away.

“Please,” I gasped. “I can’t take any more.”

“I believe it,” Jackie said as she rose up from between my legs. “I didn’t know a girl could cum that much.”

“Neither did I!” I said, trying to catch my breath. I curled up on my side, exhausted and content.

Jackie crawled up behind me and laid down facing my back. I could feel the soft curves of her breasts and hips against my back and butt. She pulled the sheet up over our naked bodies. She snuggled in close and snaked her arm around my stomach. I felt the gentle warmth of her breath on my neck as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke early. The events of the night before flooded my brain and a mild panic settle over me. I had sex with another girl. No guy had ever gotten further than feeling up my boobs through my shirt, yet I had let Jackie lick my pussy.

Jackie stirred behind me. Her hand slid up my stomach and cupped my breast. Her hips moved languidly against my naked ass. It felt so good and so natural…and so right.

“Mmmm,” Jackie murmured. She planted a soft kiss on the back of my neck that left my skin tingling. Another just like it sent shivers down my spine.

“Roll over,” she whispered.

I spun in place to face her, our boobs touching under the sheet. Jackie eased her top leg over mine, snugging her hips up against mine. I found myself staring into the deep brown pools of her eyes. Last night those eyes had mesmerized me more than once. It was the same this morning. Her hand reached up to caress my cheek. Her face was only an inch from mine. With the slightest lean forward, Jackie placed her lips on mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues met in a slow, soft dance.

All of my worries vanished. This was what it was. There was no point in over analyzing it. Why should I put her or myself into that box or this one. It didn’t matter if I was bi or gay, or straight. I was Michelle and she was Jackie, and that’s all I needed to know. I accepted the situation for what it was.

Jackie’s eyes closed, releasing mine, as her kiss became more ardent. Her hands stroked my back and her leg pulled me in tighter. I was drowning in her kiss. My arms instinctively went around her neck and back. Her lips and tongue explored my willing mouth. It was the most exquisite kiss I had ever had.

I don’t know how long we lay their kissing, but finally Jackie pulled away. I pursued, urgently wanting more. She relented with one last, long kiss and then slid her hand between our mouths.

“We should shower,” Jackie whispered as I rained kisses on her palm. “I’m a sweaty, sticky mess, and I bet you are too.”

“Okay,” I answered. “But you have to come in with me.”

“Oooh! How can I resist an over like that,” she said with a grin.

We climbed out of bed. I looked down at our naked bodies. Jackie was right. Both of us were sweaty, sticky and decidedly disheveled. I recognized a glow in Jackie’s face. She called it her “fresh fucked” face. I had seen it a few times after some of her more exciting dates. A glance in the mirror over my vanity told me that I had that same look.

I grabbed bathrobes for both us and we headed for the shower holding hands like two giggling schoolgirls. As soon as we stepped into the hot water we were in each other’s arms kissing passionately. I could not get enough of her sexy mouth. Her hands slid down and gripped my ass, almost causing us to fall down.

“Let me wash you,” Jackie said, pulling away from my embrace.

She lathered the soap in her bare hands, ignoring the washcloth. She cupped both of my breasts, hefting the large mounds and gently squeezing them. Her slippery fingers found my nipples and pulled on them until they were stiff and erect.

“I love your tits,” Jackie said coyly. “They are so yummy!”

Her hands left my tingling nipples, causing me to pout comically for her. She washed my shoulders, arms, and belly. Silently, she turned me around and began on my back. Her hands reached my ass, coating the firm globes with soap. She took the blade of one hand and slid it between my ass cheeks, pushing deep into the crevice.

“Got to make sure you’re clean down here,” she muttered into my ear. Her hand moved up and down between my cheeks causing strange new sensations. It was exciting and forbidden, and it was turning me on. I leaned forward and planted my hands on the wall of the shower stall. I quivered with each stroke of her hand across my asshole. It would never have occurred to me that it could be an erogenous zone.

“Well, that seems to be nice and clean, for now,” Jackie said. “But I think we need to clean you up in a few other places.”

Her hand moved lower and up between my legs, cupping my hairless pussy from behind. My knees almost buckled as her fingers stroked my outer lips. I move my knees apart to give her easier access. She slid her middle finger between the lips while still stroking the outside with her other fingers. Her middle finger went right to my clit and began to trace soft circles around and over it. In less than a minute I was cumming all over her hand, shaking and crying out softly. Jackie turned me around and let the shower water clean my slick pussy.

“Well, I know why you like sex,” I quipped breathlessly. I reached for the soap, determined to return the favor. I started with her breasts, just like she had. Jackie’s boobs were firmer than mine, and a little softer. Her nipples grew hard and stiff under my tweaking fingers. Remembering her reactions last night, I pinched them carefully while pulling away from her chest.

“Uhhh…god…” she whispered. “How did you know I like them pinched?”

“Just lucky I guess.”

I pulled and rolled her nipples for a little while, watching her eyes begin to glaze over. I slid my hand down her belly until I could feel her close-cropped pussy hair. I toyed with it for a moment, teasing her with what was to come. Moving down, my fingers opened her pussy lips wide. I could feel the slick oil of her pussy juices mixing with the hot water. I let my fingers explore her heated, slippery inner flesh. I let my finger circle her clit. Jackie moaned and put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. I kept up the slow circling motions until she collapsed into my arms, her hips hunching into my hand as her orgasm flooded her senses.

“I’ve never touched a woman’s…you know, down there,” I said, suddenly embarrassed.

“Damn, that felt good,” Jackie said, quivering. “It’s my pussy. I hate the word cunt, and vagina sounds so clinical.”

“Okay. I’ve never touched a woman’s…pussy before.”

“You can touch mine any time, so long as you do it like that.”

I laughed and helped her clean off, without the sexual hijinks this time. We toweled each other dry, taking care to spend extra time on all the best parts of each other’s body. I had never imagined I would feel this comfortable with someone else’s body, or even my own. I wasn’t embarrassed to stand naked in front of her or to have her naked body fully exposed to me.

“Can I borrow some clothes?” Jackie asked. “All I have here is that micro mini and the halter top. I don’t want to give your dad a heart attack.”

“Sure. How do baggy shorts and a T-shirt sound?”

“Okay. But I’m going to have to go commando because I don’t have any panties or a bra.”

“Sounds fun,” I said boldly. I rarely went out without proper underwear.

“Then you should too.”

“But I have underwear I can put on.”

“You just said it sounds like fun. I wouldn’t want to be the only one having fun.”

Trapped by my only logic, I put on a T-shirt and baggy shorts, sans panties and bra. It did feel kind of sexy and naughty. We headed downstairs for breakfast. Mom and Dad were at the table eating breakfast and we dropped into the chairs on the other side. Actually he was reading the paper with a plate of eggs in front of him, and she was cooking some for herself.

“I didn’t know Jackie stayed over,” my Mom said. “I have some eggs cooking. Would you girls like some?”

“Actually, I’d rather have one of those oranges and some toast,” Jackie said. “I’m trying to watch my figure, unlike some people here.” She poked me in the ribs as she said that and I squealed.

“I’ll have some eggs, Mom,” I said. “I don’t need to watch my figure.” I poked her back and she yelped.

“You’d think the two of you were 12 years old,” My Dad said, grinning. “Play nice or I’ll have to send you back up to your room.”

“Oh, no!” Jackie said with mock horror. “We would want to be sent back up to the bedroom.” She dropped her hand directly into my crotch and gave my pussy a gentle squeeze through my thin shorts. Her touch made me gasp and I playfully slapped her arm. She shifted her hand to my upper thigh, but didn’t remove it.

“You two got a any plans for the day,” my Dad asked.

“Naw,” I said. “I figured we’d just hang around the house.”

“Don’t forget, your Mom and I are spending the day at the Antique Mall in Springfield. We probably won’t be back until dinner time.”

“Okay.”

Jackie’s hand slid up my thigh and under my shorts. The edge of her fingers came to rest on my naked pussy lips. I clamped her hand between my thighs. I turned and gave her the wide-eyed ‘what the hell are you doing’ look. She gave me the ‘whatever are to talking about look.’ I mean, we were right at the kitchen table with my parents!

Even trapped between my legs, her fingers managed to worm their way between my pussy lips and began to stroke the sensitive inner flesh. I tried to casually push her arm away, but she was stronger than I am. Jackie wasn’t even looking at me. She was slowly eating her orange in her other hand and reading the back of the paper my Dad was holding.

Her fingers were working their magic on me, sliding up and down through my slit. I was getting turned on quickly. Mom and Dad were chatting with each other, so I didn’t have to pay much attention. I felt my pussy beginning to moisten as Jackie’s fingers caressed my inner lips. Damn that girl for talking me into not wearing any panties.

I was just getting ready to stand up so I could get away from those dancing fingers when my Mom plopped a plate of eggs in front of me. I mumbled a thank you, completely unable to focus by now.

“Why don’t you spread them?” Jackie asked innocently.

“What?”

“Spread them,” she repeated, pulling on my leg to make her meaning clear. “Spread the eggs around on your plate to cool them off.”

“Oh.”

I gave in to her and spread my legs wider, freeing her hand to move any way she wanted. She immediately repositioned her fingers to get to my clit. I bit my lip and aimlessly pushed my eggs around on my plate. Her fingers were delicately stroking my clit, while occasionally exploring my totally wet and slippery inner lips. I was terrified my mother would catch us. For some reason that fear gave an extra sense of urgency to what Jackie was doing. I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

I mechanically ate a bite of my eggs. My left hand was gripping the edge of the table tightly. My legs were trembling. I was having trouble keeping my breathing even. Jackie wasn’t even looking at me. She was still reading the outside of the paper. I put another forkful of eggs in my mouth.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as a lovely orgasm rippled outward from my pussy.

“What, dear?” My Mom asked.

“Mmmm,” I moaned again. “Good…mmm…eggs, Mom.”

Mercifully, Jackie pulled her hand out of my liquid pussy.

“I didn’t do anything special,” Mom said. “But I’m glad you like them.”

Jackie pulled her hand out from under the table, her fingers coated with my shiny juices. Looking my straight in the eye, she slowly licked them clean. Watching her sent a tingle down my spine. My parents didn’t even notice.

“Are you girls cold?” my Mom asked. “I can turn down the air-conditioning.”

My Dad looked up at us. His gaze flicked over to Jackie. He eyes widened slightly and a flush rose to his cheeks. Suddenly he found a very interesting article in the paper. I glanced over at Jackie. Her nipples were fully erect and poking holes in her T-shirt. I realized mine were in the same condition. No wonder Mom thought we were cold. I shoveled two more bites of eggs in my mouth and stood up from the table. I could feel a trickle of fluid leaking down my leg. I hoped there wasn’t a wet spot where I had been sitting.

“You don’t need to change the setting, Mom. We’ll just change into some warmer clothes.”

I grabbed Jackie’s hand pulled her up too. Hand in hand we headed for my room. As soon as we rounded the corner of the living room, out of sight of the kitchen, Jackie pushed me up against the wall. Her mouth frantically sought mine and we locked lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Her hands pushed up under my shirt and cupped my aching tits. Mine pushed under the elastic of her shorts and gripped the firm round cheeks of her ass. God, she had a nice ass.

Our mouths were devouring each other. Our tongues dueling like fleshy fencers. Small moans and groans were swallowed up by the other’s mouth. Her fingers were pinching and pulling on my nipples. My hands were squeezing and caressing her ass. This was not the gentle, timeless lovemaking of the night before. This was reckless need, fueled by wanton lust. Our hips ground together, desperately seeking pussy to pussy contact.

I moved on hand off of her ass cheek and up under her shirt. Her fully erect nipples were easy to find and I groaned into her mouth as I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. In the distance I could here my parent making meaningless noises in the kitchen. Jackie’s hands left my tits and moved down to the waistband of my shorts. With a quick push she had my pants down, the elastic barely holding them on my upper thighs. I mimicked her, pushing pants down as well. They pooled as her feet.

Our now naked hips pressed urgently against each other. Her thigh slipped between my legs and my between hers. She gripped my ass tightly in both hands and began to hump my leg. I moved my hands to hold her quivering ass cheeks and began to frantically rub my hairless pussy against her smooth, muscular thigh. Our mouths were still locked in an intense kiss.

I could feel her tiny patch of pubic hair lightly scratching my thigh. Her pussy fluids were quickly lubricating it. She shifted positions slightly and I could suddenly feel her spread pussy lips directly on my leg. The hard little knob of her clit was tracing a line up and down against my flesh. Imitating her, I spread my knees a little more and hunch up and into her thigh. My pussy lips split wide and I could feel her whole thigh against my hot, wet inner flesh. My clit was rubbing directly against her smooth skin.

Jackie began to moan loudly in my mouth. I did everything I could to swallow her scream as her hips jerked spasmodically against my leg. Her fingernails were digging into my ass…and then I was cumming too. I hunched frantically against her as my clit slid through the slippery trail of juices on her thigh. And then I was ignited. I hung to Jackie for dear life and I spasmed against her leg. My hands on her glorious ass cheeks pulled her tight into me.

Our orgasms slowly receded and we clung to each other, as much to prevent us from falling down as for the wonderful feel of naked flesh pressed up against our skin. Our hungry kisses turned soft and loving. I sucked gently on her lower lip and she traced circle around my lips with her tongue. Our hands played with each others naked ass cheeks. In many ways the afterglow of sex was every bit as good as the event itself. My shorts had fallen down around my ankles at some point.

“Have you seen my keys?” I heard my Dad say from around the corner in the kitchen. Amazingly they hadn’t heard the noises of our lovemaking.

“They’re in the living room, dear,” my Mother answered.

Oh my God! Any second now he would be coming into the room with us. Jackie and I scrambled to climb the stairs to my bedroom. With our pants around our ankles we were staggering forward. I pulled mine halfway up, almost falling over in the process. Jackie just stepped out of hers and raced up the stairs ahead of me, her firm round buttocks churning. We managed to get up and out of view just as my Dad entered the living room. Giggling like kids, we collapsed on my bed, safe behind the closed door.

“You are an animal,” I accused. “What kind of a pervert has sex three times by breakfast?”

“They you must be the pervert,” Jackie quipped back, smiling. “I’ve only has sex twice this morning. You’re the one that’s done it three times.”

“I guess we’re both just horny sex fiends. Do you think you can keep your hands out of my pussy long enough for us to get dressed for real this time?”

“Oh, fine. If you want to be boring, I suppose I can.”

We cleaned up and got dressed for real, although Jackie still had to go commando. Lying together in my room, holding hands, I heard my parent’s car pull out of the driveway. We had the run of the house.

I’m not even sure what we did for the next few hours. I know we watched a bad movie on cable and listened to some music, but mostly we just talked. We were lying on an overstuffed comforter on the floor in front of the TV, although it had just been turned off.

“Jackie, was last night on purpose, or did you plan that?”

“A little of both. The stuff I told about Brad really did happen.”

“So he really did leave you so worked up you had to…you know…do yourself?”

“Oh yeah,” Jackie said emphatically. “I was a wreck.”

“Oh.”

“Michelle, I’ve had a serious crush on you for months. There were a lot of times I had to leave the room just so I wouldn’t kiss you.”

“I had no idea.”

“Yeah. You know how sexual I am. I think I’ve told you about every single thing that’s ever happened in my sex life. Sometimes when I would be telling you those stories I would be hoping that you would get so turned on you would make the first move.”

“No way! Sorry, but I’m not as brave as you are. I would never have had the guts to make that first move,” I said shaking my head.

“Well, last night I couldn’t take it anymore. You were sitting there watching me play with myself and I just had to have you touching me. Are you okay with this? I mean with the two of us?”

“I was scared at first. I mean, I was worried that I was a lesbian or something. I’m still not sure about that. But being with you feels so right, I don’t care.”

“I hate those labels. It’s like being lesbian or bi says more about you that how you treat people, or how smart you are, or anything else.”

“I was thinking the same thing last night. When I stopped worrying about what box people would put me in, it became a lot easier to just be who I am. And who I am is a girl that wants to be with you.”

Jackie kissed me tenderly on the mouth. “I want to be with you too, Michelle. I’ve wanted to for a long time. If I had know what a good lover you are, I would have done it a long time ago!”

“So I’m better than all those boys you screw?” I said, teasing. “Even Jay?” I knew had been a bad lover.

“Oh please! My dog is probably better in bed than Jay. He’d certainly last longer.” We both laughed.

“So are you going to break up with Brad?” I asked, suddenly nervous. This was important to me. Was she serious about wanting to be with me, or was it just sex.

“I have a date with him tonight.”

“Are you going?”

“I think I have to.”

I wasn’t brave enough to beg her not to go. I didn’t even have the courage to ask her why. If she wanted to be with me so badly, why did she need to go out with Brad? The thought of her dumping me for him was terrifying. It was bad enough having to wrestle with the alien idea of being in love with another woman.

Whoa! Was I really in love with Jackie? There hadn’t been time to think about the depth of my feelings for her. I had know her for years as my best friend, and I had loved her platonically for a long time. What separated love with a little ‘l’ from Love with a big ‘L’? It was more that just sex, I was sure. I guess I really did Love Jackie.

“Hey, you’re suddenly quiet,” Jackie said.

“Sorry. I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

My courage failed me again. I have never been a brave person. “Oh, just last. It was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.” That was true.

“I thought you were a virgin?” Jackie teased.

“Well, okay. So it is also the only sex I’ve ever had, but it was still amazing. I never imagined it could be that good.”

“Well I was serious when I said you were the best lover I’ve ever had.”

I snuggled up close to her, throwing a leg over hers and draping my arm across her back. I inched in closer and laid my head on her shoulder.

“Mmmm. That feels nice,” Jackie purred.

I leaned in and softly kissed her ear. She made a low noise in her throat. I kissed her ear again. I let my tongue trace the edges of her ear and play with the soft, dangling lobe. When I tired of that, I pulled her dark hair away from her neck and planted a soft kiss on the smooth skin. I was rewarded with some goose bumps and another soft noise.

It was getting tough to reach her neck while lying next her, so I swung up and over to lie on her back. My knees straddle her buttocks. I held most of my weight on my hands and knees, and only allowed my hips to apply and significant pressure on her. From here I could easily kiss all over neck, which I proceeded to do.

I took my time, remembering the sweet, slow torture she had put me through last night. I alternated soft brushes with my pursed lips and tracing lazy figures with my wet tongue. I could feel her ass cheeks clenching and releasing underneath my hips.

Having reached the edge of her shirt, I tugged the hemline up, and Jackie helped me strip it off of her. Now her whole back was exposed. Jackie has flawless skin, smooth and with almost no blemishes. I picked up where I had left off, kissing and licking my way down her back. I took my time, enjoying every shiver and goose bump. When my mouth went dry, I sat up and stroked her back with my fingertips, tracing abstract patterns on her skin. I let my fingers brush against the exposed sides of her breasts, causing her to moan softly. While I was sitting, I stripped off my shirt and bra.

I slid down her legs and went back to the kisses, but much lower this time. My mouth finally reached the dimples in her lower back, just above her pants line. As a tease, I swiped a long, wet trail all the way back up to her neck. I let my erect nipples drag along her naked back and then lay full on her, kissing her neck repeatedly. Jackie groaned and writhed underneath my weight.

Reversing course, I trailed a path back down to the edge of her pants, my nipples trailing their twin paths ahead of me. Her pants were definitely in the way. I had to climb off her to peel them down her legs and off. Because she wore no panties or bra, this left her completely naked. I could smell her desire. She didn’t look up, but just lay there compliantly. I was reminded of my hiding behind my hands last night, except that this felt much more natural. I quickly shucked my pants and panties so I could be just as naked.

Facing her feet, I kissed and stroked my way up her left leg. I paid extra attention to her gorgeous, tanned thighs. Reaching the cleft between her leg and ass, the aroma of her passion was unmistakable. I transferred my attention to her firm, round ass cheek, kissing and licking it all over. Jackie was having a difficult time lying still. Her ass would clench and release and her legs were trembling ever so slightly.

Knowing I was being a tease, I moved back down to her right calf and repeated the entire treatment. By the time I was kissing and licking her wonderfully bare ass cheeks, Jackie was practically squirming. I climbed between her legs, forcing her to spread them. Placing a hand on each check I spread her wide. I could see the puckered pink ring of her anus, slightly distorted by my pressure. Below that were her glistening pussy lips. We would have to wash the comforter when we were done. A small, wet stain was spread below them.

“You are beautiful,” I croaked. Jackie just wriggled.

Release her cheeks, I slid one hand down between her legs and stroked the moist outer lips of her pussy. My fingers danced along her innermost thighs and caressed her puffy pussy lips, but they never opened them up. Jackie was writhing more and more. I could tell she wanted me to touch her where she needed it the most.

“Roll over,” I said softly.

Without hesitating, Jackie flipped over, arranging herself so that her legs were on either side of me. Her eyes were bright with lust and desire. I scooted down to where my mouth could reach her knees. I alternated kisses on each of her inner thighs, moving steadily up toward her hot center.

I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to lick her pussy just like she had done to mine. I wanted to give her that indescribable pleasure of feeling a hot, wet tongue sliding between her labia and flicking across her clit. I was scared I wouldn’t like it. I was frightened it would taste horrible and that I wouldn’t be able to do it. I mean, before today I had never even touched another woman, let alone put my mouth on her pussy.

I found my courage in my need to hold onto Jackie. I was more frightened of losing her to Brad than I was of performing oral sex. I desperately wanted to make love to her so passionately that she would come back to me and not go to him. I resolved to love her with my mouth with as much tenderness and passion as she had done to me.

I tentatively licked her outer lips, causing Jackie to inhale sharply. The mildly salty, musky taste was intoxicating. My next lick was right up the center of her cleft. Jackie moaned and I could see her head rocking from side to side. I hadn’t realized that the taste of a woman’s pussy isn’t what is important. It’s that marvelous texture. Encouraged, I explored all of her marvelous folds with my tongue. I slithered between the inner and outer lips, delighted with the different textures.

Jackie’s hands were gently stroking my hair. I slid both of my hands under her firm, quivering ass cheeks. The feel of those globes was exciting. I continued to tenderly lick her pussy all over, loving how it felt and loving how she was reacting to my kisses. Her moans and groans were accompanied by occasional twitches of her hips or undulations of her entire body. Her stiff, throbbing clit was easy to find. I gently sucked it into my mouth and curled my tongue around its.

“Oh, yeah!” Jackie cried out. “That’s it baby. God, your tongue is driving me crazy.”

I began to quickly flick the tip of my tongue over her clit. It only took seconds for her to cum. Her whole body went rigid as she cried out. Then she was flailing uncontrollably on the floor. I snaked my arms around her upper thighs and held on for dear life. I continued my assault on her clit. Her gently stroking hands gripped my hair fiercely. Her cries turned to sobs as her body continued to shake and quiver.

Finally her hands weakly tried to push my face away, but I held on tight. However, I did stop with the rapid tongue flicks. Releasing her clit, I resumed the long slow licks. I loved the feel of her inner flesh on my tongue. I used my lips to gently massage her pussy lips. Jackie was still groaning and writhing in slow motion.

I settled into a pattern of long, slow lick with the flat of my tongue. Each one started with the tip of my tongue just inside her vagina and ended with the full pressure on my tongue gliding over her clit. Her body began to shake with a second orgasm, gentler but deeper than the first. I kept the pace slow and gentle, but insistent and unrelenting. She had several more of those deep, rolling orgasm. I was too engrossed in what I was doing to count them.

“Michelle, please stop,” Jackie finally begged. “I don’t think I can take any more.”

“Just one more,” I pleaded, lifting my face from between her legs for a moment. “I want to give you one more.”

“Oh, God,” She said, flopping her head back on the floor.

I tenderly sucked her clit back into my mouth, gently massaging it with my lips.

“Oh, shit!” Jackie hissed. Her entire body tensed. I kept milking that tiny knob until she came with a wail. Her hands were clutching at the comforter and at my head. Her back was arched and her hips kept jerking underneath my face. As this last, powerful orgasm subsided, I released her clit and rained light, gentle kisses on the outer lips of her pussy, avoiding the over stimulated inner flesh. Jackie’s whole body was shaking and I could hear her crying. I knew those were tears of release, not of sorrow.

“Come up here,” Jackie begged hoarsely.

I crawled up her body, feeling the full press of her naked flesh against mine. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Once again, I knew they were tears of joy and passion, not sadness or anger. She pulled my face down to hers, holding my cheeks in her hands. We kissed passionately over and over. I could feel the wet, sticky juices that coated my face rubbing off onto her lips and face. She didn’t care.

We lay there naked, hugging and kissing for the longest time. No words were spoken. I’m not sure Jackie could have managed a coherent conversation. Strangely, I did not feel the least bit horny. Everything I had done was just for her, to show her how much I loved her.

“I have to go,” Jackie said. We were still twined together naked on the comforter in my living room.

“Please, stay with me,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Don’t see Brad tonight.”

“I need to.”

“Buy why? Don’t you love me?”

I realized I had stepped over the boundary. I had used the L word. Jackie had been my lover for less than 24 hours and I just implied I was in love with her. It didn’t matter that it was true. Even I knew that the surest way to lose a new lover was to push your emotions on them too soon. Now Jackie probably thought I was some sort of lovesick cow.

“Michelle, you’re very special to me,” Jackie said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I began to cry. It just wasn’t fair. I was going to lose her because I couldn’t keep my big fat mouth shut. My crying was only going to make matters worse, but I couldn’t help myself. My tears were half misery and half anger at my own stupidity.

“Then don’t go,” I said angrily.

“I don’t think I can explain it in a way you would understand or accept. I just know I have to do this.”

I rolled away from her and buried my face in the comforter, sobbing uncontrollably. Jackie moved over and draped her naked body over mine. She gently kissed my head and my shoulder.

“Why don’t you just go. If being with Brad is so fucking important to you, I wouldn’t want you to be late,” I said. I rarely used foul language and Jackie knew it.

“I’ll come back,” Jackie said, her voice trembling. “I’m not going to let it end like this. I really do care for you Michelle.”

“Fuck you!” I screamed and burst into more tears. I knew I was driving her away. The pain of my rejecting her was more bearable than the pain of her rejecting me. She left the house without another word. I lay there crying for a long time. When I heard my parent’s car in the driveway, I listlessly picked up the comforter and my clothes and took them to my room. I didn’t come down for dinner, claiming to have eaten earlier. I told Mom I was really tired and just wanted to go to bed.

Something touched my cheek. Half buried under the covers, I slowly drifted into wakefulness. Someone kissed my on the cheek again. This time I was awake enough to know it was a kiss. I managed to pry my eyes open and saw Jackie kneeling beside the bed, her face only inches from mine. My heart skipped a beat.

“Good morning beautiful,” She said, smiling. “May I join you?”

Then I realized she was stark naked. Even after she betrayed me, I knew I couldn’t shut her out. Silently I held up the covers and she slid in next to me. She put her arms around me, but I resisted the urge to put mine around her. She kissed the tip of my nose.

“Are you still mad at me?” Jackie asked.

“That depends,” I answered sulkily. Oh God, please let her tell me she wants me.

“I broke up with Brad last night. That’s part of what I needed to do. I wanted to do it in person. It wouldn’t have been fair to do it over the phone.”

“What else?” I asked. I knew that couldn’t be all. If all she needed to do was break up with him, she could have told me that yesterday. Never the less, my heart was singing and I put my arms around her. I moved in closer and laid my head on her shoulder.

“You’re too damn smart. The rest is harder to explain.”

“So try.”

“I needed to know for sure.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Yesterday was wonderful and scary. I’ve fantasized about being with you for long time, but I never realized how intense it would be. That was pretty scary. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else before. I needed to be with someone else one more time just to make sure.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know it doesn’t. But feelings aren’t logical, at least mine aren’t. I think I was just scared Michelle. I didn’t know who I was. I was drowning in you and it was scary.”

“So I’m scary?” I asked, lamely attempting some humor.

“Yes. You’re also smart, funny, caring, and sexy.”

“Stop trying to butter me up,” I said with a wan smile.

“Ooh! That sounds yummy,” Jackie said with a twinkle. “I would just have to lick it all off you.”I pinched her ribs playfully. She yelped and squirmed underneath me. So far I like the way this conversation was going, but I was still wary.

“You probably aren’t going to understand this, I’m not sure I do. I just hope you can forgive me,” Jackie took a deep breath. “I fucked Brad last night.”

We both lay very still. She was waiting for my response. So was I. I decided I needed to hear more.

“Why?”

“I had to know. I was having trouble separating sex from feelings and boys from girls. I told you it didn’t make sense. I was hoping that if I fucked him I would be able to figure out if what was between us was more than just sex. I was also hoping to figure out if I liked girls better than boys.”

“Okay. So what have you learned?”

“Well, for one thing, Brad is a really good lay. You probably didn’t want to hear that, but I want to be totally honest with you. Sex with him was really good, but I don’t have any deep feelings for him. I do have deep feelings for you. I guess I also learned that for me sex and emotions don’t have to go together. I can fuck someone and have great time, with multiple orgasms and everything, and it doesn’t have to mean anything. I could walk away and still be friends. I’m also pretty sure I’m just as much into guys as girls, at least sexually.”

She had deep feelings for me! I could live with the rest of it just knowing that.

“So making love to Brad was the same as making love to me?” I asked.

“God, no! Brad and I fucked. You and I make love. Just because I can have sex with someone and just enjoy the physical part of it doesn’t mean that’s the only way. First of all, you are a much better lover than Brad. Second, my feelings for you make having sex so much more intense. That’s what scared me in the first place. Right now, I don’t want to be with Brad. I don’t want to be with anyone other than you.”

I grabbed the hem of my sleep shirt and pulled it up and off. Next the short followed, pushed down deep under the sheet. Naked, I crawled on top of Jackie and kissed her passionately. Our bodies molded into one another. Her tongue caressed mine as her arms held me close. I loved the way she kissed. I could feel her nipples stiffening against the soft flesh of my breasts. I’m sure mine were doing the same to hers.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” Jackie asked after several long deep kisses.

“Are you done with Brad?” I asked. “I don’t think I would like it if you did any more experiments with sex like that.”

“No more Brad. No other boys. No other girls even. Just you and me. However, that means you are going to have to satisfy my insatiable sexual appetite,” she said grinning.

My answer was to force my leg between hers. Trapping her thigh between mine, I ground my hips suggestively into hers. I could feel her patch of pubic hair grinding against my upper thigh. She purred appreciatively. I pulled my leg out and squirmed high up onto her body.

“Tease!” Jackie chided me.

I sat on her stomach, pinning her to the bed. Leaning forward, I dangled my pendulous breasts in her face. She cupped each of my generous mounds in her hands and directed my left nipple into her mouth. Her tongue slathered my nipple, tracing circles around the areola. I sighed as the heavenly feeling of her mouth stirred lust in my loins. Jackie switched breasts, drawing the other nipple into her mouth. Her fingers found my other nipple, all wet and stiff from her lips and tongue. While she sucked and licked my right nipple, her fingers tweaked and rolled my left nipple. I shivered as sparks of pleasure shot through me.

She continued to play with my breasts until I was humping my hairless pussy into her stomach, leaving a wet streak across her belly. Jackie released my nipple from her mouth and gripped both of them between her thumbs and forefingers. She pulled on them gently but insistently until I gasped. She kept pulling, forcing me to lean further over her. She began to kiss my upper stomach just below my breasts. Her tugging forced me to scoot up toward her head.

Jackie let go of my nipples and reached down to grip my ass, now easily within her reach. She kept kissing my stomach while pulling me forward. I didn’t know what she wanted, but I was willing to do anything for those magic hands and wonderful mouth. When I got to the point where I was straddling her chest, she scooted underneath me so that her face was directly underneath my soaking wet pussy. Now I understood. She pushed gently on my ass until my pussy was plastered over her mouth. This position felt so sexy and dirty all at the same time.

Jackie’s tongue stabbed deep into my vagina. I gasped as my legs turned to gelatin. She rimmed the inside of my hole, making me quiver with delight. With a firm grip on my ass, she maneuvered me off of her tongue and down so that her lips could play with my clit. Her gentle sucks and tender licks were quickly raising the heat of my passion. I was having trouble holding myself up on my arms.

I was riding on the brink of orgasm when she released my clit. I cried out in disappointment, undulating my hips to try and recapture her tongue. She teased me with her mouth, keeping me on the brink until I was desperate to cum. Finally relenting, she sucked hard on my clit while simultaneously sliding a finger deep into my ass. I shrieked as a powerful orgasm broke across my body like a tidal wave on the shore. Her finger moved in and out of my ass while her lips and tongue lashed my clit. I humped her face uncontrollably, drowning in sensation.

As my orgasm subsided, her lips and tongue caressed the folds of my pussy, avoiding my overly sensitive clit. Her finger remained buried deep in my ass. I wriggled on her face and she pushed it in deeper sending strange waves of pleasure coursing though my body. I would never have thought to put a finger in my butt. I certainly wouldn’t have thought it would feel good. Jackie’s finger felt wonderful buried deep in my ass.

With a push and a roll, her finger popped out of my bottom and I rolled over onto my back, grateful to not be supporting my weight on my arms any more. Jackie got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard water running for a minute and then she returned.

“It’s always a good idea to clean up right after doing that,” Jackie said as she slipped back under the covers with me.

“Damn! Where do you learn all this stuff?” I asked. “Every time we make love you show me something new that I didn’t know.”

“Brad did it to me last night,” she said. “It felt good, so I thought I’d try it on you.”

I reached for her and pulled her into a deep kiss. I trailed my hand down to her breasts. My fingers twiddled her nipples while my tongue explored her mouth. As soon as her nipples were fully erect, I moved my hand down further until I felt the small patch of pubic hair right above her pussy. My middle finger slipped easily into the wet, slippery folds. Jackie moaned into my mouth and spread her legs in encouragement.

“Want to try something else new?” Jackie asked, pulling her mouth away from mine.

“Sure,” I said, flicking my fingertip over her clit.

“Uhhh!…Oh, Michelle…I love it when you do that.”

So I did it again. And again. Jackie clamped down on my wrist.

“You’re going to spoil my surprise if you keep that up.”

“What? Are you hiding something in there?” I asked mischievously.

Jackie reached down off the side of the bed and retrieved a big rubber penis. My eyes grew wide when I saw it. I had never seen an erect penis before, and even though this wasn’t the real thing, it looked huge.

“This is Mike,” Jackie said. “I named it after you, but with the masculine version of Michelle.”

“Is this what a penis really looks like?”

“It’s pretty close, but the color is wrong. Also it’s bigger than most guy’s cocks.”

“Damn! I hope so.”

“I want you to use it on me. I want you to fuck me with it. It will almost be like you are a guy fucking me with his cock. This way there isn’t anything that they can do for me that you can’t.”

Jackie had a pretty twisted way of looking at things sometimes. She had sex with a guy to prove to herself that she wanted to be with me. Now she wanted me to use this rubber penis on her to prove to me that she wouldn’t have any reason to leave me.

I moved down between her legs and she shifted to give me room. She spread her legs wide, her knees up high. I put the head of the rubber monster on the entrance to her vagina. I had to use my other hand to spread her lips out of the way. Jackie was very wet, and her juices lubricated the head of the dildo. I pushed it in a half an inch or so and then pulled it back out. The head glistened with her fluids. The second time it went in deeper. With each stroke more and more of the dildo vanished inside her vagina.

“Wow! This whole thing fits inside of you.”

“Oh, yeah…all of it. Now fuck me with it Michelle.”

The sight of this artificial penis moving in and out of Jackie’s pussy mesmerized me. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy and erratic. Her pussy lips seemed to cling to it as I retracted the dildo. Then I remembered something I had read in a magazine once about a woman’s G spot. I tilted the base down slightly so that the head would rub up against the roof of her vagina, right where the G spot was supposed to be.

“Oh…Oh!…Oohhhhh!” Jackie cried out as an orgasm raced through her. Her head was thrashing from side to side and her white knuckled hands were clenching the bed covers. When she began to calm down, I slowed down the motion of the dildo.

“Where did you learn that trick?” Jackie asked breathlessly. “I’ve never had a guy hit my spot like that before. That was amazing.”

“I guess you’re not the only one that knows a few tricks,” I said proudly.

“Turn it on.”

“What?”

“Twist the base. Mike is just a dildo, he’s also a vibrator. Turn it on.”

I looked at the base of the dildo, still stuck half way up Jackie’s pussy and saw that she was right. I twisted the base and the whole unit began to hum. I could feel the vibrations all the way up to my elbow.

“Shit!” Jackie cried. “Fuck me, Michelle. Fuck me with it.”

I moved the vibrating toy rhythmically in and out of her pussy. Jackie was lost in another world, a place of ecstasy and euphoria. She was trembling all over and arching her back as the vibrator brought her closer and closer to another climax. The she pushed over the top. Wailing and crying out, she writhed on the bed before me. Giving the girl I loved this much pleasure was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I pumped the vibrator in and out of her pussy until she couldn’t take any more.

“Stop…please stop,” Jackie gasped. “I can’t breathe!”

I turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded in her pussy. I had an idea for something else I wanted to do, but I needed her to calm down first. I moved the dildo in and out of her pussy in a slow, lazy rhythm. When Jackie could focus again, I laid down between her legs. She looked down at me with disbelief.

“You want more? Michelle, you are even more of a sex fiend than I am.”

I put my mouth over her pussy and gently began to play with her clit. At the same time, I angled the dildo to reach her G spot again.

“Oh my God…Michelle…you little demon…you’re going to rip me apart!”

She was rising fast under the double stimulation of my tongue and the dildo. That’s when I turned on the vibrator. Her whole body went rigid at once. Her hands wrapped themselves in my hair and she grunted and shrieked as one last powerful orgasm rocked her world. I could feel the juices on my face as her clit throbbed underneath my tongue. The vibrations from the toy buzzed my chin and face. Jackie was pawing at my head, trying to escape the unrelenting ecstasy. When I felt her body collapse weakly on the bed, I turned off the vibrator and sat up.

With a cat’s grin on my face I looked down at her still twitching form. I had given Jackie something no guy, and I hope no girl, could ever give her. I looked closely at her and realized that she had passed out. That last orgasm had been too much. I knew then that she would be mine for a long time.