The girls kissed each other torridly for several minutes before Ara’s hand went down to Lauren’s breast. Lauren moaned softly as Ara grasped her breast firmly. Ara didn’t do anything at first; she simply let her hand rest on Lauren’s breast while her tongue darted into Lauren’s mouth and flicked around inside eagerly. Lauren took Ara’s tongue and sucked on it vigorously. Ara cried out softly, and that was when her hand and fingers on Lauren’s breast began to move.
Lauren let out another moan. Ara smiled inwardly. Lauren loved it when Ara played with her tits, and Ara was only too glad to oblige. Ara grabbed and squeezed without finesse, producing another moan from Lauren. The moans turned Ara on, and before she gave herself time to think things out, she broke their passionate kissing, lifted up Lauren’s snug-fitting sweater, and pushed Lauren down on the couch. Ara saw her girlfriend had a red slightly lacy bra on. The lace was at the top of the cups, emphasizing Lauren’s full breasts. The sight did wonders to Ara’s arousal, and she immediately placed herself on top of Lauren and attacked her breasts.
“Ara, this is insane,” Lauren said through gritted teeth and in between moans, as Ara took a nipple inside her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily. “What if… God, that feels so good! What if Sean wakes up and sees us?” She cried out again as Ara devoured her other breast this time.
Ara paused for a moment to answer Lauren’s question. “Sean’s asleep,” she repeated. “Besides, I’d hear him should he stir. I know his movements like the back of my hand.” She reached out and pinched Lauren’s breast, the one that wasn’t inside her mouth. “Now could you shut up? Remember you’re a slut, Lauren. My slut.” She pinched again, and Lauren squirmed. “You do as I say, all right?”
Both girls were fans of crazy, kinky sex. One of the things they love to do when they engage in activity between the sheets was to talk dirty. Ara in particular loved to trash talk. Lauren let her. Whatever aroused Ara aroused Lauren too. The more arousal, the better.
Lauren nodded in response to Ara’s question and lay still. This time, Ara didn’t return to Lauren’s tits. Instead she undid the buttons on Lauren’s jeans and unzipped her fly. Once Lauren’s matching red underwear was revealed, Ara tugged the jeans and underwear down until Lauren’s bare pussy was free.
Ara stared at the moist juicy lips of Lauren’s cunt. The pink folds glistened and beckoned to her with their plump flesh and juicy sheen. Ara ran her fingers lightly over Lauren’s cunt. Lauren gasped, and her hips slightly lifted off the couch. She glared at Ara. “What did you do that for?”
“Shut up,” Ara said gravely. With one hand, she spread Lauren’s lips open while she slid a finger inside the slippery crack with her other hand. Lauren moaned and tried to spread her legs wider. The couch, however, could only offer so much space. Ara, sensing what Lauren was about to do, grabbed both of Lauren’s legs and placed them on her shoulders. Now Lauren was exposed and all hers for the taking.
Ara lowered her head until her face was inches from Lauren’s pussy. She stayed that way for a few minutes, inhaling in the exotic scent that screamed of nothing but Lauren. Then Ara blew on Lauren’s cunt.
Lauren yelped. “Ara, what are you doing?” she cried out.
Ara didn’t respond. She kept on blowing light, feathery air on Lauren’s cunt, making Lauren squirm and wriggle even more. Ara could see Lauren’s pussy becoming even wetter every moment. She went on fluttering her fingers and blowing over Lauren’s pussy until Ara couldn’t take it anymore as well. With a groan, she buried her face on the tempting mound between Lauren’s legs and began to eat her greedily.
Lauren moaned repeatedly as Ara’s mouth assaulted her pussy. Ara ran her tongue all over Lauren’s mound before slipping her tongue inside the dripping-wet crack and wagging it all over the tiny space. Lauren cried out loud and brought her own hands to her exposed breasts, where she played with and rubbed her nipples vigorously. With her tongue still inside Lauren, Ara looked up and saw Lauren’s nipples were stirring to life. She reached out and tweaked one. She tweaked again and let her hand rest on Lauren’s tit. She resumed eating Lauren out. Lauren was so wet that Ara’s face was smeared with Lauren’s juice in no time.
“Babe, I’m going to come,” Lauren said in a low voice.
“So soon?” Ara asked teasingly before she plunged her tongue back inside Lauren in no time.
“You fuck me so good, that’s why,” Lauren answered in between breaths. She was moving her hips in time with Ara’s tongue, which was touching all the right spots. Ara felt Lauren suddenly grab her hair, and she knew Lauren was going to burst at any moment now. She loved how Lauren was so easy to please.
Ara placed her other hand beneath Lauren’s butt so she was grasping a firm buttock with one hand while fondling a firm breast with another. Ara’s mouth was occupied with Lauren’s pussy. Ara discovered her mouth didn’t want to let go of Lauren’s flesh and taste. Well, Ara was only too glad to oblige.
“Ara, I fucking love you!” Lauren screamed before her bodily fluids gushed out from her most private part, drowning Ara’s tongue and mouth with their sudden surge. Ara didn’t let go, though. Instead she thrust her tongue deeper into Lauren’s pussy, devouring every drop of Lauren’s juice as much as she can. Ara felt her nose and cheeks were already very wet, but she ignored them. She would get to them later. Not a drop of Lauren was going to go to waste.
Lauren came again, her body shivering and shuddering on the couch. Ara held on, and Lauren came again. Ara sucked on Lauren’s cunt this time, until Lauren had another shaking fit and came again. This time, she grew limp under Ara’s touch, and Ara knew her girlfriend was spent.
Ara removed her tongue from Lauren’s crack. She sat up straight and gently placed Lauren’s legs back on the couch. Ara got on top of Lauren, her juice-smeared face inches from Lauren’s sweaty one. Grinning, Ara planted another quick but firm kiss on Lauren’s lips. The kiss left a few drops of Lauren’s come on Lauren’s lips. Lauren gladly licked the drops away.
“Some babysitting stint this is,” Lauren said, then giggled.
Ara snuggled on top of her partner. “Yeah, babysitting is fun,” she agreed, and giggled too.
The next day, Ara was surprised when she opened the door to the Collinss and found Mr. Collins sitting on the couch where she and Lauren had some steamy session only the day before.
“Mr. Collins!” Ara exclaimed. “Hi. Where’s Sean?”
Mr. Collins looked up from the book he was reading. For a man in his early forties, Mark Collins didn’t look too bad, even Ara had to admit. The guy had the classic all-American look: blond hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, trim waist, and towering height. Ara didn’t get why Mr. Collins didn’t remarry after his wife’s death several years ago. He could get any girl he desired with a simple nod or wink if he wanted to.
“Hello, Ara,” Mr. Collins said in his trademark calm voice. “Sean’s at my mother’s. He’ll be there the whole weekend.”
“Oh,” Ara said. “Well, I guess you won’t be needing me then?”
Mr. Collins cocked his head. “Not exactly. Sit down for a minute, Ara. I need to talk to you about something.”
Ara was puzzled. What could it be that Mr. Collins wanted to talk to her about? She decided maybe it had to do with Sean’s occasional bursts of hyperactivity, something that they had discussed once.
“Sure, Mr. Collins,” Ara answered, and sat opposite Sean’s father. She had dressed extra special today. Had she known Mr. Collins would be around, she would have worn her usual shirt-and-jeans combo. “What’s up?” She desperately wanted to tug the low-cut neckline of her sweater, but doing so in front of her employer didn’t seem polite.