“Then you tell me what feels good.” Savannah would not be stopped. She placed both her hands on Michelle’s large breasts beneath the water and pushed them together and apart in a circular motion. “Is this good?”
“Savannah, really now! Well, yes, it feels good.” The turn of events was not a bad thing. After all, she had no guarantee LaTanya would take her back. She was feeling much refreshed from the pool and now LaTanya’s hot little sister was insistent. How could she refuse? “This is to help you with Junior, right?”
“Yes. Please say you’ll show me.”
“Okay, I’ll show you.”
Savannah dropped her hands and stood a little straighter as if to demonstrate she was ready, showing off her pert breasts as they floated at the water line.
“Um, usually I’m kissing a little before going there…”
“Then we should kiss. You can never have too much practice,” Savannah declared as she put her arms around Michelle’s neck and brought her lips near. “Go ahead. Kiss me. I know you kiss girls all the time.”
Michelle embraced Savannah around the curve of her waist and looked into her eyes, warm and brown, her lashes wet and stuck together in dark, shiny spikes. She closed her eyes and kissed Savannah gently, not sure if she should open her mouth. Michelle kissed the young woman’s face and landed back on her lips while naturally moving her hands, squeezing her close. Her breasts felt good against Savannah’s chest. Savannah opened her mouth slightly and Michelle licked inside then came out and sucked on Savannah’s generous lips. She moved her hands slowly to the front and positioned Savannah to delicately massage her tit, being careful not to focus too much on her crinkled nipple. Her hand squeaked along the wet skin. She broke from their kiss and looked at Savannah.
“That’s what I’m talking about—feeling right nice. Junior never did anything like that. He’s always acting like he’s in a hurry, like his daddy is going to walk in on us any minute.”
“Well, forget Junior for today,” Michelle said as she dribbled a stream of water from her hand down Savannah’s front. The water trickled into separate rivulets and fell back into the pool.
“Aren’t you going to finish?”
“More? How many lessons were you thinking?”
Savannah put her finger on Michelle’s lower lip and Michelle took the tip into her mouth and suckled it. “I’m thinking we should at least finish what we started.”
“You want everything? Like…” Michelle nodded her head at everything below the waterline. Savannah nodded. Michelle smiled. This was her lucky day. “Then we best get out of the pool. Water’s fun for some things and better when you’re more experienced. I think we should get out.”
They climbed out and toweled off. Their tea had the last traces of ice and was getting warm, but its sweet wetness was welcome nonetheless. Savannah suggested they lay their towels side by side beneath the pecan tree, as it would still be too hot in the house. Savannah lay down on her back. Her breasts perked skyward and her bush began to dry into a small, unruly ball of fluff. Michelle joined her and the two made out beneath the shady branches. Savannah tasted of sweet tea and her face and neck were salty with perspiration.
Michelle took her time loving the young lady. Savannah was receptive to her touch and let it show. Michelle traced her fingers up and down Savannah’s firm curves. She made circles around her breasts, winding in smaller and smaller spirals until her fingertips found their center point and stayed there. She pressed in each nipple and then moved up and down Savannah’s body with licks and kisses until she landed on first one nipple and then the other, mindful of avoiding anything that might be rough, and certainly doing nothing like what Junior might have done in the name of lovemaking. Savannah hummed a sigh-like note from time to time and didn’t seem the least bit self-conscious or timid as she experienced Michelle’s touch.
“You want everything, huh?” Michelle asked. Savannah’s reply was to open her legs. This is too good to be true, thought Michelle, and yet, here we are. She ran her fingers the full length of Savannah’s body. The young woman flinched when her toes got tickled. Savannah laughed.
“Is it okay to laugh while you’re doing it?” she asked.
“Sure! Ain’t nothing wrong with that. Just have yourself a good time.” Michelle resumed her massage and Savannah let out a little moan. “See, this is better, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yeah. I was thinking what to do about Junior when you pulled up the drive. And I thought to myself, who’s going to know more about what a woman likes than a woman who knows what other women like?”
Michelle chuckled. “I’m glad my reputation is good for something.”
Savannah opened her legs a little wider and Michelle made her way down, stopping to lick the moisture pooled in Savannah’s navel. She blew onto Savannah’s bush to separate the hairs and saw a little pink skin hiding inside. Parting the hairs with her fingers, she could see a slight glistening. She reached both of her hands beneath Savannah’s butt and raised her up to her mouth. She kissed and licked high up on both sides of her legs before settling into the wet center of her youthful womanhood. Again, Michelle took her time, a fact Savannah seemed to appreciate. No one’s daddy was going to interrupt them. Her tongue ran over and around, inside and out; she suckled and kissed and tried to think of ways to give pleasure, ways that were most likely new and wonderful judging by the hardened nub nestled beneath the younger woman’s mound.
Without warning, Savannah bucked up as if her butt had caught fire. “Oh! Oh! That’s it! Oh!” Michelle released her hands and let Savannah’s bottom rest on the towel. “You did it! I did it!” she cried. “I finally had an orgasm! Wow!”
“You never had an orgasm?”
“Nope.” Savannah looked sheepish. “Never did. Until now, that is.”
“Well, hallelujah!”
“It was incredible! Like I’m shivering from the inside out. But… I was hoping you’d, you know, with your fingers. And now it’s over.”
“We can still do that,” Michelle said.
Savannah sat up wide awake. “Really? But I already…”
“That’s okay. We just keep doing it, that’s all. Since this was your first, take a little break and enjoy the feeling.” Michelle nudged Savannah back onto the towel and gave her a little body massage to keep her interested. After a few minutes, she positioned her leg between Savannah’s and pressed in over and over with her firm thigh. Then, she moved her hand down to Savannah’s fuzzy bush. She licked a finger—not that she needed to—and held Savannah on her nub for a few moments without moving. They kissed and Michelle rocked her finger a little at a time until it had entered its mark. She kissed Savannah’s neck as she worked her down below. It was a challenge to stay focused and not think about coming. Her own twat, which pulsed and dripped pussy juice down her leg, was becoming as insistent as Savannah. Michelle finger-fucked her for a good, long while, and with one thrust, Savannah announced to everything within a mile her unbelievable pleasure. Michelle’s fingers were squeezed so tight she thought the circulation would quit. And then Savannah shuddered and fell on her back, exhausted, catching her breath.
“Holy Christmas! I had another one! So this is what you and LaTanya were up to.”
Michelle pressed on her own clit. The pressure had gotten almost painful and she could feel it throbbing. It wouldn’t take much for her to come. “Not exactly,” she replied while trying to even out her breathing. “It’s different; with everyone it’s different. You were amazing.”
Savannah propped herself up on her elbows. Her dark body gleamed as dappled sunlight danced around across her skin. She glanced at Michelle’s hand, which seemed frozen with tension. “And then did LaTanya take a turn with you?”