“Hehe… you really like those abs, huh? Can’t blame ya. They’re a work of art.”
“I could never have a body like yours, sir….” Marcie sighs, letting her fingers twirl by Patty’s navel. “It’s much too difficult and requires so much… aggression and being tough.”
“You don’t have to sweat it,” Patty says. “I can be tough enough for the both of us if you like.”
“The both… of us?” Marcie looks up, her hand trembling, lifting the glasses from her face and staring at Patty. She can tell the gentle warmth of a blush hinting upon Patty’s ruddy cheeks, and her own gaze is one of unfocused wonder.
“Y… yeah, maybe,” Patty says, shrugging. “I mean, who knows?”
“Yeah…” Marcie says, her hands gripping Patty’s sides. She slides her fingers down along her friend’s shorts. She tugs downward, peeling the fabric off of her body. There, that wondrous “v” sculpts its way towards the treasure between Patty’s legs.
“H… hey, Marce… you, uh, like what you see?”
Marcie doesn’t respond with her words. Instead, she keeps her eyes focused on the bright blurs that are Patty’s. Her tongue, however, has a lot to say. That warm, wet muscle presses against the skin of her best friend, tasting for the first time the tomboyish mixture of her excitement and exertions.
“O… oh, I … I guess that… mmm... Answers my questions.” Patty says, her lips quivering. She slides her hands down over her body and finally finds them on the back of Marcie’s head. She weaves her fingers through that straight black hair, gripping against those locks and encouraging her by lifting her hips. She rolls against that tongue, tilting her head back, biting her lip, and letting out a warm and hearty sigh.
Marcie isn’t sitting idly. Instead, her tongue pressed against the lips. She wriggles her way inside, playing at Patty’s walls and enjoying the quivering going on within her.
“Oh… Marce, Marce…” Patty sighs. “I… ah… never felt, mmm… anything, ngh, like this!”
She tries to keep her macho attitude about her. She tries to keep herself in control, but Marcie can feel that strange feminine side of her friend that she only shows when push comes to shove, and Marcie really, really, is pushing her today.
The woman between Patty’s legs cannot help herself either. She cups her hands underneath Patty’s thighs, lifting her up, spreading her legs as she pushes her face in deeper. She shakes her head, flicks her tongue, and rubs her nose against the woman’s clit.
Patty lets her mask down, squealing and curling her toes when she feels all those sensations swirling within her. This is her friend giving her the best head she’s ever had.
Of course, it’s the only head she’s ever had, but she imagined it was better than anything else anyone could give her.
And as she finds herself bubbling and brimming with the anticipation of the release, an idea flocks through her mind. Who exactly would she think would occupy this space here and now? Her inebriated mind cannot see anyone clearly, and it is a miasma of phantom lovers. None of them, not even her precious Chuck, could fill this spot so wonderfully filled here and now by her lifelong friend.
“Oh Fuck, Mar… Marciiieee!” She screams this, her body tensing up, throwing her head back, finding herself just convulsing in pure glee and release from a long and hard mindset.
When she collapses onto the bed, she takes a few quick breaths and runs a hand through her hair. “D… damn…” she sighs, blowing out a lot of steam through puffed cheeks. “How… how’d you get so good at this…?”
Marcie pulls her head free from between her friend’s legs. She lifts the collar of her shirt and dabs the bit of discharge off her chin. Flicking her glasses back down over her face, she says. “I read about it, sir.”
Patty laughs, shaking her head, clapping her thigh, and rolling onto her side. “You kidding? T-that was just from reading books?”
Marcy rubs her arm, looking down. “I may have watched some videos as well… admittedly.”
“Oh, I’d bet,” Patty says, rolling onto her stomach and turning to face Marcie. She kicks her feet in the air behind her, resting her cheeks in her palms. “And what did you think of your first lesbian experience, hm? I would expect you to at least, at least, want to fuck with me having taken a shower first.”
Marcie grabs her hair and shakes her head. “Ah, I didn’t think about anything like that. I just… I just did what felt right, and it still feels right, maybe? I dunno!”
Patty pushes herself up, pressing a finger against Marcie’s lips. She shakes her head, fluttering her eyes. “No time to second guess yourself. I’m waaay too hammered to not want to go down on you right here and right now.”
“Y… you do?” Marcie asks, her mouth agape.
“Yeah, but first….” She presses her lips against her friend’s, slipping her tongue inside, letting out a pleasant and throaty moan as she invades Marcie’s mouth. She laps up all she can before pulling back. “Huh… so that’s how I taste, no wonder you couldn’t get enough of me.”
“T…. That’s so… so….”
“What, ‘vulgar’? ‘Lewd’?” Patty barks. Get your ass turned around, and I’ll show you what a dirty mouth can do!”
The liquid courage that flows through Marcie’s veins has her not really thinking about much other than the handsome tomboy. So, when Patty practically commands her to turn around to show off her butt, she does so with little hesitation.
There’s a stumble here and there, to be sure, but she soon finds herself sitting on her hands and knees upon the bed, gripping at the sheets, biting her lip. So much has been happening all at once, and her mind swirls in a mixture of her intoxications. When she realizes that she is finally getting to do something her subconscious mind has been begging for her for so long, she cannot help but giggle.