Girls Only: Pajama Party (2 page)

“I’d like to give it to
him
rough,”
I snarled, nuzzling her hand out of the way and kissing that bruise too. “How
do
you
like it, Casey?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered. At that
moment, I couldn’t help remembering how we’d practiced kissing our pillows when
we were young, how she had puckered like a fish and we’d giggled ourselves
silly.

I felt a slow grin starting to spread. “Want
to find out?”

Her lips parted slightly and she wet them
with the tip of her tongue before asking, “With you?”

I nodded.

“Yes, please.”

Her assent gave me the courage to kiss her
again, deeper this time, my tongue finding hers, the sharp intake of her breath
allowing further exploration. I blamed the wine. I blamed Lance and his ‘anger
management issues.’ I blamed the fact that I’d been celibate myself for over a
year.

But the truth was I wanted her. I wanted
her so much I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. If I was thinking anything, I
was thinking how much I was going to miss her, how much I loved her, how long
I’d wanted to do this very thing as my hand moved up to cup her breast and thumb
her nipple, feeling her knees opening under mine in sweet acquiescence.

Her sweats were already half-off, her
panties edging down with them, and I tugged them down her thighs as we kissed,
kneeing and toeing them off her silky smooth legs. We undressed in front of
each other all the time, but this was different. We both knew what was
happening here, could feel it building with the rise of our breath, the
increased pounding of our hearts. I felt her hesitation in the way she turned
her head to catch a breath, eyes fluttering open momentarily to shyly meet
mine, her mind fighting with the overwhelming sensation, and I didn’t want her
head to win out.

Thank god we’d both already consumed a
bottle and a half of wine.

I moved lower to lap softly at her nipple,
letting her close her eyes again and lose herself in the sensation, feeling the
pink nub puckering between my lips. My hand found its way between her legs and
I moaned against her breast when I found her, baby-smooth and soft, her pussy
lips slightly parted. So wet already! She was beautiful, in spite of the
bruising, like a sweet peach, overripe and ready.

“You’re shaved,” I murmured in surprise,
realizing I hadn’t seen her naked since early summer, when we changed into our
suits at the pool. That was where she’d met Lance.

Casey grimaced, her eyelids fluttering
open. “He made me.”

“I like it.”

That was a lie. I
loved
it. The soft
skin of her labia under my fingers made me drunk with lust, my mouth watering
to taste her. While I’d told Casey about
most
of my firsts—with boys—I’d
never told her about the other times, the summer camp fumblings with the other
girls, soft kisses in the dark at sleepovers like this one that led to so very
much more.

But somehow it was always Casey I was
thinking about, even then.

“Did he ever lick you?” I inquired,
swallowing my distaste at the thought of Lance anywhere near this plump,
luscious little mound of flesh.

“Some.” She made a face, squirming on the
bed and looking down at me now with wide-open eyes. She looked uncomfortable, a
little scared, like she might change her mind at any minute, and I didn’t want
that to happen.

“Let’s see if you like this.” I covered her
with my mouth, unable to help the soft caught cry in my throat as I explored
the smooth texture of her skin, delving deeper to taste her more fully. Her
clit was easy to find, hooded and fat at the top of her cleft. I wanted to take
time to drink her in, trace the labyrinth of her soft, pink folds, but I wanted
her to forget her reluctance more.

Casey gasped as I began to flick her clit
with my tongue, the expert movements more than enough to send her headlong down
Forgetful Lane. She breathed my name, hands fisting the covers as sensation
took over, toes curling and uncurling against the mattress as I worked my mouth
against her pussy, knowing just how good what I was doing felt for her. There
was nothing like a hot, wet tongue bathing your clit. It was sensation beyond
sensation and my own pussy clenched in response and anticipation.

“Good?” I took a moment to take a breath
and ask, although from the half-lidded look on her face, the way her lips were
parted, her breath coming fast, I didn’t really have to.

“Fucking great,” she moaned, shifting her
hips toward me, giving me better access. Then she opened her eyes and frowned,
cocking her head at me. “Are you stopping?”

I snorted a laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

She flushed prettily, not just her cheeks
but her neck and chest too. “Lance stopped. He’d do it for a minute or two, but
then… it was like he got bored.”

And I thought I wanted to kill him before? Just
looking at the fingerprints on her thighs where he’d grabbed her made me want
to throttle him, but knowing that in the end he’d done nothing but use her for
his own pleasure without any thought or care for her at all made me blind with
anger.

“You taste so fucking good, I could eat you
all night long.” I feathered kisses over her clit, teasing, making her bite her
lip and spread even wider for me.

“Ohhh god.” Her head went back when I
gently sucked her clit between my lips, holding it there so I could tease it with
my tongue, back and forth, back and forth. Her pussy was so wet there was a
little circle of juices darkening my bedspread beneath her, and I could already
imagine myself touching that spot when she was gone—touching it, licking it,
rubbing myself against it. I wanted all of her, every bit. I didn’t want to
spill a single drop.

Casey’s hips began to move in rhythm, her
breath coming even faster now, her cheeks flushed with rosy color. Both of her
nipples were pursed and hard, and I could see gooseflesh spreading across her
trembling inner thighs and lower belly. Her whole body was alive, thrumming
with her impending orgasm—and I was going to take her there.

“Please,” she begged, tossing her head
wildly from side to side. “Oh god please! Don’t stop! Don’t!”

“Nnn-nnnnn,” I managed, shaking my head,
sucking and licking furiously at her clit as I pressed my fingers against her
sex, right up against her opening. I didn’t put them in, but I kept them
pressed flat there, providing a steady pressure and heat, feeling the first
beginning flutters of her climax. She was close.

“Oh! April! Oh my god!”

Very close.

I slid my other hand up the taut stretch of
her belly to her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple between my thumb and
forefinger, as if I could fine-tune her orgasm. And maybe I could, after all.

Casey gasped and bucked her hips up, giving
me the hot, pink flesh of her pussy completely, drowning me in her juices. I
groaned, swallowing and swallowing, feeling the muscles between her pussy and
her ass contracting against my palm as I moved to cup her sex with my whole
hand, parting my fingers to leave room only for my mouth.

“Ooooohhhhh!” Her body shook and jerked, as
if she was being hit with huge volts of electricity, and I slowly eased away
from her clit with my mouth, covering her now completely with my hand, feeling
the hot, gentle throb of her sex. Her breathing was still fast, her face pink,
her hair a golden cloud. When she slowly opened her eyes to meet mine, I saw
the beginnings of a bemused smile playing on her lips.

“So… do you like that?” I rested my cheek
against her thigh, feeling the muscles there still taut.

“Mmmm.” She nodded happily. “
Uber
-like.”

I giggled, rocking my palm against her.
“Would you like it again?”

“Again?” she squeaked. “Now?”

“I bet you could.” I grinned, sliding my
hand down, parting her soft, sticky pussy lips with two fingers. “The second
one is even better than the first, you know.”

“It is?” Her eyes lit up in anticipation.
“Ohhhh, god, but it’s too sensitive!”

“That goes away.” I kissed away her
protest, the lightest press of my lips over her labia, not coming her near her
clit, not yet. Now I could take my time, exploring the convoluted pink flesh
between her legs, an exquisite labyrinth I could get lost in all night long, if
she’d let me. The thought that she just might let me, given how she was
responding now with soft sighs and shifting hips, made the ache in my own pussy
almost unbearable. Almost.

“But… April…” I felt her hand moving in my
hair, brushing it out of my face. “What about you?”

I shook my head in spite of the way my
pelvis rocked against the bed at her words. “No, sweetie, this is about you,
not me.”

My god, she tasted good. The wet, dark
circle beneath her had doubled in size and I was now determined to triple
it—quadruple it. To infinity and beyond!

“April, I want to.” Casey half sat, leaning
back on her elbows to peer down at me between her thighs. “Please?”

I breathed in the scent of her, giving her
pussy another long, soft kiss before I slid my body up to meet hers in
response.

“Taste.” And I kissed her, forcing my
tongue between her lips, giving her that sweet, musky tang on my tongue. She
was quite still at first, letting me share it with her, and I guessed it must
have been the first time she had tasted her own pussy. I licked softly at her
lower lip as we parted, looking into her eyes. “Well?”

“You’re right.” She smiled slowly. “I taste
great.”

I grinned back. “Fucking-A you do.”

“Now let me taste you,” she insisted,
taking my breath away when she leaned in for more, kissing me, not soft and
sweet, but hard and wanting, her arms going around my neck, her tongue probing,
oh god,
sucking
on mine. I let her do it. We rolled back and forth on
the bed until Casey was on top of me, her pussy positioned just over mine, the
heat of her incredible.

“Are you sure?” I watched, breathless, as
pushed up my baby doll nightie and nuzzled my hard nipples through my bra. I
undid it for her with a smile, watching her eyes light up—oh she was so fucking
sweet—before beginning to lick and suck at them.

“Oh yes, definitely.” Her tongue bathed me
like a kitten’s, over and over, every sensation like a jolt down between my
thighs.  “It feels so good. You have to know.”

I do, I thought, but I didn’t tell her
that. Besides, I was ready to come just
thinking
about her face between
my legs.

“Then let’s do it together.”

She cocked her head, frowning. “How?”

“I’ll show you.” I grabbed her, swinging her
hips, positioning her so that I could wrap my arms around her hips and pull her
pussy down to my mouth.

“Oooooo!” she squealed, giggling. “That’s
brilliant.”

Fucking brilliant indeed. Now that I had
her pussy, I didn’t care what she did or didn’t do to mine. Even if she just
breathed
on me, that would be more than enough.

But that isn’t all she did.

While I spread her pussy lips and really
looked at her, all pink and open and wet, Casey yanked my panties off and did
the same. I could almost feel the heat of her gaze on me, looking at the dark,
wiry triangle of hair I had left above my cleft, pointing at my shaved-bare slit.
When I slid a finger between her slick lips, she did the same to me, nice and
slow, playing in the juices. When I kissed her thighs, nuzzling her at the
bend, she did too, sending shivers through me. When I touched my finger to her
clit, nudging it back and forth, my clit finally got some attention too, making
me moan softly and rock my hips.

So this was our game.

Monkey see, monkey do.

I slowly started kissing the glossy,
swollen mound of flesh of her pussy, feeling her breath on mine, tentative,
feathery kisses. Her lips were fat, thick and pink with the heat of her pulse,
her clit protruding at the top of her crevice. I touched my tongue to it—I
couldn’t help it, I wanted her mouth on mine so much I could barely stand
it—flicking the fleshy hood up and down, as if it was a tiny little cock with an
itty-bitty foreskin.

“Oh April.” She squirmed on top of me,
spreading her thighs wider. “That’s nice.”

“Mmmm.” I agreed, teasing her clit, the
feel of her breath almost enough to send me over. Then her tongue found me, a
slow, tentative lick, like she was tasting a new flavor of ice cream. I moaned
and shuddered, swallowing the taste of her.

“Oh wow.” Her breath heated my pussy, her
fingernails trailing lightly over my thighs. “That’s…”

“You don’t have to,” I reminded her,
breathless.

But her next words made me quake from the
inside out. “Yummy!”

Oh yes.
Yes, yes, yes.

Her clit throbbed under my tongue. God, I
wanted to make her come in my mouth again. I wanted to make her come and come
until she screamed so loud the neighbors called to see if someone was being
murdered next door. But I held still, just trying to concentrate on breathing,
trying not to be distracted by the taste of her on my tongue, the way her ass
rose up in the air, her pussy juices running down my chin, waiting to see what
she would do.

“Like this?” Her tongue, lapping, back and
forth, oh heaven,
just like that, angel, just like that.

“Perfect,” I whispered, taking her clit
between my lips and sucking gently.

“Oh!” She shifted her hips, bringing her
belly down lower for me. “That’s distracting.”

“Can you reach
The Terminator
?” I
asked, trying to see around her thighs. It was still humming gently, buried
somewhere in the covers.

“Uh-huh.” Casey found it, the sound growing
louder as she uncovered it. “Got it. Oh no… you’re not going to use this on me,
are you?”

“No.” I smiled, opening my thighs a little
wider and lifting my hips. “You’re going to use it on me.”