"Hi, Suzanne. Come in."
Suzanne pulled her eyes away from the opening of Darleene's robe, wherein she had glimpsed floaters of tit and strands of twatfur. As Suzanne passed into the room, she brushed against the other girl.
Darleene caught a whiff of Suzanne's scent. Whatever perfume that was Suzanne exuded, Darleene wanted some.
"Anything up?"
"Up, Darleene?"
Suzanne sat on the unmade bed.
Propped herself up on her elbows as she leaned back onto a crumpled pillow.
She crossed her legs at the ankles as she stretched them out.
The silk of her kimono parted up to the round of her rump. Darleene saw that the legs were bare, the hips naked past where one might anticipate the edges of even a minuscule set of panties to begin.
"Nothing is in fact up, Darleene. This is a friendly visit. I think it might be to our advantage if we became acquainted."
"Me?"
Darleene looked around.
"You, Darleene. You find that strange?"
"Uh-no. I guess not."
Darleene wondered why Suzanne was laughing. So faintly Darleene was not sure she actually heard it or was imagining it.
Suzanne then withdrew a cigarette holder from her purse.
Screwed a nonfiltered cigarette in at the end. Stabbed it into her jaw.
"Yeah, Suzanne. At first I thought you were probably looking for my brother."
"Why, dearest. What could I possibly want with Patrick? Or go ahead and josh me, baby."
"Ummm."
Darleene remembered her brother Patrick's telling her about the times he had fucked and sucked on the Radcliffe girl. It had been one of the summers after high school when they had both been at home during school vacation.
Patrick had assured his sister that Suzanne was a wildcat. She had taken cock eagerly in mouth, ass, and cunt.
Suzanne had sucked Patrick's prick, his bal-locks-one testicle at a time as well as both together-and had reamed out his asshole with the twirling tip of her tongue.
Darleene recalled being eroticized by Patrick's depictions of those fuck sessions. She had gotten hot, run with sweat.
And the thought of Suzanne lapping, rutting, flicking, and sucking intrigued her no end. A young lady like that must be uninhibited-shameless, some might say.
Not like Darleene-who was still a virgin. Almost by default. If not intention.
"I want to discuss the Boppettes, Darleene. And their future."
"Oh?"
Darleene watched smoke unfurl from the tip of Suzanne's cigarette.
She jumped toward the dresser.
"Aw, fuck."
She plucked her cigarette butt from where it had burned the surface.
"Shit, Suzanne. There aren't any fucking ashtrays in this hogsty. I'll go get a glass from the bathroom- or fish out an empty beercan from the trash would be better."
Suzanne leaned back and smiled.
"Why go to that bother?" Suzanne said with lips spread. "You can use me instead."
Suzanne crooked one knee.
Her kimono flapped open.
Uncovered one side of her flank to above her navel. Twatfur shined moistly.
Suzanne then flicked an ash from the glow of her cigarette tip into her bellybutton.
Her belly shook like mutton.
"Ha ha ha," she laughed out.
"God, Suzanne."
"That's not all, Darleene."
Suzanne took a long drag on her cigarette. Burning it to near the butt.
Then she touched the glowing tip to her navel. Stabbed it in.
Dragged it smoldering down toward her twat.
"Fuck my mouth," Darleene slurred.
"Want to try it?"
"Okay."
"Open your robe."
"Like this?"
"Come here."
Suzanne tossed the dead cigarette butt to the floor. She snapped another fag into the cylinder of her jeweled cigarette holder.
Placed it in her mouth.
"Light?"
"Yeah, Suzanne. I got some matches."
Suzanne opened her legs, allowing Darleene to come between her knees as she brought the match to the burn. Darleene flamed Suzanne's cig.
Rubbed her own midsection.
Could Suzanne tell that Darleene's belly was becoming antsy.
That Darkened cuntlips were imbibing the dense blood of arousal?
Her pussmound thickening?
Twat trickling?
Suzanne withdrew the cigarette assemblage from her yip.
Palmed it off to Darleene.
Held the other girPs wrist.
Darleene pulled the cigarette toward her twat. Then brought it up.
Took a suck in her lips.
"Awk-ack!"
Coughed up phlegm.
"Strong cigarettes, Suzanne."
"French."
"Now what do I do?"
"You saw me."
Darleene brought the lit cigarette to the edge of her navel. She pushed her pelvis forward at an angle underneath the ash.
Suzanne's nostrils flared at the mix of scents. Thick tobacco, burning musk, ladyjuice, rutsweat, and yeasty saliva.
Darleene tapped off an ash.
The burnt chars nipped into her bellybutton and danced down her Venus Mount.
"And then?" Suzanne said.
Darleene gave a devilish smile.
Drove the burning cigarette into her flesh.
Wiped the ash toward her clit.
Winced.
"That bloody fucking hurts, Suzanne!"
Darleene jack-knifed her hide.
Holding her quim.
She bounced into Suzanne's chuckling face. Her neck met Suzanne's jaw.
Darleene fell into Suzanne's lap as Suzanne took a bite into Darleene's flesh.
Suzanne's tongue licked into Darleene's earcup. Darleene tittered ticklishly.
"Wee-wee-hee."
Darleene felt her bare fanny on top of Suzanne's tightly curling cunny.
Unthinkingly, Darleene wiggled her ass.
Wisps of hair tipped between the lobes of her arse. Tickling her wrinkled blowhole.
"Tee hee hee," Suzanne said. "Can you feel it in your asshole?"
"No-I mean yes-your pussy in my ass. But-you pig slut. That fucking hurts-the fucking cigarette in the twat!"
"Of course it hurts," Suzanne said.
She cuffed Darleene about the waist. Cuddled her close to her breasts.
"Then what's the trick?" Darleene ranted.
"The trick is not to mind that it hurts."
"Oh, Suzanne. You're too weird."
Darleene cackled as Suzanne buried her nose between Darleene's neck and collarbone. Both girls groaned in laughter.
Suzanne found it disarming the way Darleene twitched her rump mvself-consciously. Rubbing the asshole from between the split cheeks right up against Suzanne's engorged clitoris.
"This is way too much, Suzanne."
Darleene jibbered as Suzanne took hold of her milk glands with her hands.
"Eeeeeh," Darleene squealed.
"You can be sure I'll be careful with these jugs, Darleene. Their masterpieces of the fine art of tit-tery."
"Art of-tit-did you say-?"
"Ah ha ha ha."
"Tittery!"
"Wheee!"
Suzanne twirled Darleene's nipples with throbs of her thumbs.
Darleene slapped Suzanne's hands away.
Then her eyes opened wide.
She had to look.
And she couldn't resist.
The way Suzanne was sucking her tits.
"Omigawd."
Darleene fell back onto the bed, out of Suzanne's lap.
She clasped her robe together.
"How about a kiss?"
"I don't think so, Suzanne."
"Why not?"
"You were-serious then."
"How serious can it be, after all?"
"Oh, I'don't know."
"How serious you want to get?"
"Suzanne."
"I'm just touching your nipples. You can open your robe."
"Stop it."
"Stop kissing your neck? Or stop stroking your breast? Which is it?"
"Both."
"Stop stroking both breasts? Ill have to start stroking them first."
Suzanne straddled Darleene's body below the waist. She pulled apart Darleene's robe. Shimmied down her leg.
Darleene gasped.
"Angh."
Suzanne kneeled with one of Darkened thighs between hers.
With a flip of her hair, Suzanne shrugged her kimono off over her arms.
Her twat split into a grin aimed at Darleene's face. The crinkling lips dripped.
"Oh, Suzanne."
Suzanne took hold of Darleene's head by the hair. She pulled the girl toward her.