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Clare Arnold pranced around her kitchen wearing her favorite nightie, the sheer blue fabric barely concealing her shapely twentyoneyearold body. The inviting aroma of freshly popped corn wafted through the house, and as Clare dumped a bag of microwaved popcorn into a bowl she sang along with the latest hit playing on the radio. “I’m a bitch, I’m a tease, I’m a goddess on my knees…”
Kelly came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of men’s pajamas, looking y and irresistible. She spun around like a runway model, showing off how well even men’s pajamas hung from her curvaceous frame. “What do you think?”
Clare smiled. She couldn’t imagine Kelly Taylor ever being selfconscious about her body… Or clueless about what to do with it. Kelly was strong, selfassured, y without being pretentious about it. She was everything Clare wanted to be.
“I think you’d look good in anything,” Clare said.
Kelly blushed slightly. “Have we got everything?”
“I think so,” Clare said.
“Popcorn?” Kelly asked.
“Check.”
“Chocolate?”
“Plenty.”
“White wine?”
Clare smiled. “Chilled and ready to pour.”
Kelly laughed. “White wine and chocolate. We definitely should seek professional help.”
“Definitely,” Clare giggled.
Clare grabbed two wine glasses. Kelly opened the Chardonnay and poured, and before long the bottle was half empty, the chocolate was almost gone, and the two of them were sitting on the sofa in their pajamas, giggling like schoolgirls as they traded secrets about themselves and their significant others.
“How did you ever get Brandon to do that?” Clare exclaimed.
Kelly laughed. “It wasn’t easy. When it comes to he’s very old fashioned. Sometimes I think we’re the only couple in the world who still use the missionary position.”
“You’re not,” Clare assured her. “So… How was it?”
“It hurt a little at first,” Kelly said. “But it got better. Alot better. With a little practice it would feel great, but I don’t think Brandon is too eager to try it again.”
“At least you got him to try something different,” Clare said.
“Steve means well, but he’s usually done before I even know we’ve started.” She took another sip of wine. “But then I guess you know all about that, huh?”
Kelly managed a timid smile. Her relationship with Steve was ancient hi, but it was still a sore spot between her and Clare… And only because Steve had so mishandled the matter. Fortunately, she and Clare were able to come to an understanding over the subject without completely ruining their friendship. In the end, it may have even strengthened the bond between them.
“You know what they say,” Kelly replied. “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
Clare laughed. “I’d be happy if Steve knew one trick.”
“It can’t be as bad as all that,” Kelly said.
“No?” Clare asked. “The only way I can even come close to an orgasm is by fingering myself.”
Kelly looked over at Clare, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Show me.”
Clare nearly fell off the sofa. She stared at her friend and roommate for a long time, searching for any sign that her words had been a joke. But Kelly was the picture of seriousness, and Clare had to admit that she found the idea of masturbating in front of her friend extremely arousing.
Actually, there were a lot of things about Kelly Taylor that Clare found arousing. Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t have admitted that, but then the circumstances were far from normal. Her best friend had just asked her to fuck herself while she sat there and watched. Maybe it was the wine… Or the chocolate, but having fantasized about Kelly off and on since they’d moved into the beach house, Clare wasn’t about to squander the opportunity of a lifetime.
Without saying another word, Clare lifted her ass up just enough to slide her panties off. A rush of air graced her inner thigh, soft as a whisper against her delicate skin. She could already feel the wetness between her legs dampening her pubic hair. It had been a long time since she’d toyed with herself, and this time she had an audience.
Lifting her nightgown just past her hips, Clare leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs wide to give Kelly a clear view of her pussy. Then she began rubbing herself, starting with slow, gentle strokes using the pad of her index finger.
Clare rolled her head back, already succumbing to her own touch. Many nights she’d done this and thought about Kelly, and now Kelly was there… Watching her. Just knowing that Kelly’s eyes were upon her had Clare’s juices flowing like they never had before.
She continued to stroke herself as slid her free hand under her nightgown, feeling for the curve of her breast. Like most girls, her breast size had been a great source of insecurity as a child. She was considered a late bloomer in that department, but now she boasted an ample chest… And the feel of her hands on her own breasts sent waves of pleasure through her body. She cupped one breast in her hand, gently massaging it as she rolled her erect nipple between her thumb and index finger.
“Hmmm,” Clare moaned. She risked a glance at Kelly and saw the flustered look in the other woman’s face. Kelly was obviously enjoying the show, and Clare was more than eager to roll out a command performance.
Clare thrust a finger up her pussy and gasped at how easily it penetrated her wetness. Kelly must have excited her more than she thought! She worked her finger in and out of her dripping wet , slowly increasing the rhythm as she added a second finger to the proceedings. Clare could feel the climax building so she quickened her pace, using her thumb to tease her enlarged clit.
“Oh… Yeah,” Clare murmured, really getting into it now. She jammed a third finger inside herself, increasing the attention her thumb was giving her clit. The combination of her fingers in her pussy and her thumb against her clit had her mind reeling. She squealed with delight, feeling the pressure mounting against her pelvis.
With every jab and thrust, Clare felt the tidal wave swelling up inside her. She chewed on her lower lip, whimpering like a puppy as her body reacted to the vicious finger her pussy was receiving… And by her own hand at that!
Clare knew she was on the verge of coming. Her muscles tightened in anticipation. Clare quickened her efforts to a feverish pace, needing desperately to feel the release… And needing for Kelly to bear witness to it. She thrust her fingers as deep inside her cunt as she could, crying out as the first wave of orgasm spilled over her hand.
“Yes!” Clare gasped. “Oh, yes!” She repeated the words over and over as she continued to ride the wave of orgasm that her own fingers had produced. Her heart pounded against her chest and her mind was numb from the electrical charge that had just surged through her body.
Clare looked to Kelly and tried to speak, but all she could manage was a placated smile.
Kelly returned the smile, taking Clare’s hand and raising it to her lips. With quiet determination, and without taking her eyes off of Clare, Kelly began licking the cum off her roommate’s hand, sucking one finger at a time to ensure she got every last drop of girl juice from Clare’s nimble digits.
“I like the way you taste,” Kelly said.
Clare smiled hungrily. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Kelly was more than happy to accept the invitation. She dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of Clare so that she was staring right into the other woman’s crotch. She could smell the arousal emanating from Clare’s pussy, and having sampled a taste of her roommate’s juices Kelly was eager for more. She buried her face between Clare’s legs, going to work immediately. She licked and licked, her agile tongue flicking inside Clare’s inflamed cunt like there was no tomorrow.
“Oh God!” Clare gasped. She raked her fingers through Kelly’s hair, holding on for dear life as her beautiful blond roommate probed her hypersensitive pussy with her slithering tongue.
Egged on by Clare’s moaning, Kelly went crazy… Unleashing a furious tongue the likes of which Clare had never known. She sucked on her clit, rolling it around in her mouth. Clare bucked against her and Kelly continued her ministrations, licking and nibbling and anything else that she could think of to drive Clare into a frenzy.
“Yes!” Clare screamed. “Yes! Yes!!!! Oh, God. Kelly… I’m going to cum all over your face!” She screamed and hollered, kicking her feet into the air as she was enveloped by the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.
Kelly rode out the storm, determined to drive her roommate into a state of nirvana that she would always remember. Even as Clare’s body convulsed above her Kelly continued licking her roommate’s pussy, her expert tongue pushing hard against the other woman’s clit.
“Kelly!” Clare whimpered, her voice begging for an end to the wonderful madness that had her pussy throbbing.
With one last jab of her tongue, Kelly decided that her friend had endured enough for now. She pulled away, girl cum dribbling from her chin. Clare wiped it away with her finger and smeared it across Kelly’s lips.
Clare welcomed Kelly back onto the sofa, seeking out the mouth that had worked her over so well and covering it with her own. The kiss deepened, the raging passion the two women shared manifesting itself in a vicious duel of the tongues.
Clare then began to unbutton Kelly’s pajama top, eager to explore the delights within. Her hands fumbled with the task, but she was determined not to let any obstacle stand between her mouth and the luscious breasts that she knew were hidden underneath.
Finally, in her desperation, Clare ripped open Kelly’s pajama top to expose her roommate’s supple breasts. Even though she had seen Kelly naked before, the sight of her now stirred something deep within her. The hunger Clare felt was all consuming, and she gave in to it without any hesitation. She leaned down and took one of Kelly’s breasts into mouth, slobbering all over it with huge, open mouth kisses.
“Ohh…” Kelly moaned. “That feels so good.”
Clare eased her tongue across Kelly’s very erect nipple, all the while her hand massaging the generous clump of flesh that was Kelly’s right breast. The feel of her was new and exciting, and Clare lost herself in the new sensations that washed over her.
While her mouth and hand paid close attention to Kelly’s breast, Clare let her free hand fall into her roommate’s lap. To her insatiable delight, Clare found that Kelly was soaked through her pajama bottoms. Clare roughly shoved her hand down the front of Kelly’s pants, running her fingers through the damp patch of pubic hair that she found inside.
“Oh God, Clare,” Kelly gasped. “If you don’t eat me soon I’m going to explode!”
Clare certainly didn’t need any encouragement; licking Kelly’s pussy was at the top of her agenda. But if she had needed any kind of motivation, Kelly’s pleas certainly would have done the trick.
She quickly helped Kelly out of her pajama bottoms. Kelly’s normally blond pubic hair was matted and dark from the juices dripping from her pussy. Clare gingerly slipped a finger between the swollen red lips of Kelly’s womanhood and was rewarded by a sharp intake of air from her roommate turned lover.
“Oh yeah,” Kelly growled. “Touch it again.”
Clare did what she was told, inserting two fingers this time. Kelly leaned back, laying down flat on the sofa. Clare continued to finger fuck her, driving her first two fingers into Kelly’s , removing them, then thrusting them in even further. She kept it up until she had Kelly squirming on the sofa. Then inspiration struck her. Clare reached for the bottle of Chardonnay and poured a generous amount of wine into Kelly’s already dripping went cunt.
Kelly yelped with a mixture of surprise and ecstasy. The sensation of the cold wine splashing against her hot pussy was enough to drive her to an orgasm right then, but then Clare went to work, lapping up the wine like a kitten lapping up a bowl of milk. Kelly knew from the way Clare went down on her that she was going to come like she never had before.
“Oh, God… Clare,” Kelly rasped. “Oh, yes. That’s the best.”
Clare lost herself in the musky sweetness that oozed from between her roommate’s legs. The taste of the wine mixed with Kelly’s juices was incredible, and Clare sucked up every last drop.
“Clare!” Kelly howled.
Hearing Kelly scream her name was more than Clare could take. She pushed her face deep into Kelly’s pussy, determined to lick her new lover dry. Her tongue darted back and forth, poking and prodding anything that generated any kind of noise from Kelly’s throat. What her tongue missed her fingers discovered. Getting Kelly off was Clare’s only purpose, and she set about accomplishing it with every ounce of energy she had. She drove her tongue deeper and deeper until she hit a spot that sent Kelly’s body into shaking fit.
“Oh God!” Kelly screamed. “Yes! Oh, dear God, yes! That’s the spot, Clare. That’s it. Yes!!!!”
Having found Kelly’s most vulnerable spot, Clare attacked it with a vengeance. Kelly kicked and screamed above her, shouting her name at the top of her lungs as her body twitched and convulsed. Clare refused to let up. Kelly’s hips rose spasmodically off the sofa as her pussy let loose a tidal wave of cum. Clare lapped it up eagerly, reaching down to fondled her own clit as she continued to tongue Kelly’s pussy without mercy. Soon they were both yelling and screaming and laughing and crying and then, finally, collapsing into each other’s arms.
“Oh Clare,” Kelly sighed. “That was… Amazing. I’m exhausted!”
“Maybe we should go to bed,” Clare giggled.
Kelly laughed. “Absolutely… But let’s try and actually get some rest first, okay? I get the feeling we’re going to need it.”
Clare nodded her agreement. She sought out Kelly’s lips and was rewarded by a deep, passionate kiss from her old friend turned new lover. “God, I’m so glad we decided to stay in tonight,” Clare said.
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