Vickie laughed. "No," she said, getting up quickly. "There's really only one way to do that, baby."
"Oh?" Sharon said. "And just what did you have in mind?"
Vickie took her by the hand and started for the bedroom. "You'll soon find out," she said in a husky voice.
Everything in the room was, still the same, Sharon noted with relief as she reached down for the hem of her dress, and then wondered vaguely why that should be so important. The same satin throw on the big circular bed. The same satyrs pursuing the same nymphs across the wall-to-wall drapes. The same twin dressing tables with the theatrical make-up mirrors. And Vickie's enormous panda in the chair by her side of the bed. The panda would still smell of Vickie's perfume and pussy, Sharon reflected, smiling, as she drew her dress over her head. Vickie had a habit of locking the panda between her legs and rubbing her breasts and cunt against it till she came.
"Hurry," Vickie said now as Sharon stepped out of her shoes. She was sitting on the side of the bed, rubbing a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"I want to put some cologne on first," Sharon said.
"Never mind," Vickie said. "You're perfumy enough as it is. And besides, the natural flavor's nicer, anyhow."
"Just as you say," Sharon said, and walked over to the bed. "Now if you'll be so kind as to arrange yourself in the proper position…"
"No," Vickie said. "I want to do you first, Sharon."
Sharon laughed. "Listen. Whose homecoming is this, anyhow? I've been waiting for this a whole year, honey."
Vickie pushed her lower lip out in a pout. "I don't care," she said. "I've just got to suck it. Right now."
"We could do each other at the same time, if you want."
"Oh, no you don't! I don't want anything to distract me."
"Like my tongue, for instance?"
"No preliminaries?"
"Well, sure, preliminaries. I didn't say anything about not wanting any appetizers, did I?"
"I thought you wanted to start right out sucking my pussy. But now you…"
"Oh, stop teasing," Vickie said, pulling Sharon down on the bed. "You just spread your pretties out there for me, and be still."
Sharon lay down on her back and stretched her arms up behind her head. "All right?" she said.
"Oh, God," Vickie said, lying down on her side next to her. "I'm already about to cum, and I haven't even had the first taste of you."
Sharon closed her eyes, because she knew that – for some reason – Vickie preferred her to. And by the same token, she lay completely still, just as Vickie had always insisted she do while she tongue-bathed her or sucked her pussy.
She felt Vickie's warm breath on her face, and then the tip of a moist little tongue fluttered against her parted lips for a few moments. Then Vickie began to lick Sharon's lips slowly, first the upper and then the lower, then the upper again – slowly, drawing the smooth-rough surface of her own tongue from one side to the other and back again, pausing for an instant at the corners of Sharon's mouth.
Sharon felt her nipples begin to quicken, and the tickle between her legs told her her juice had already begun to flow. She had an almost uncontrollable urge to suck Vickie's tongue into her mouth, but she resisted it, knowing Vickie would rather she didn't. Even that distracted her, Vickie had said. When she and Sharon were merely kissing, in between serious love bouts, Vickie enjoyed having her tongue sucked as much as Sharon did. But when Vickie had set out to really do Sharon's entire body, she wanted her to be completely motionless. Why that should be, Sharon didn't know. But whatever pleased Vickie pleased her as well; and so, although the desire for Vickie's tongue was causing her mouth to water, she lay still and kept her own tongue pressed hard against her lower teeth.
Vickie's lips brushed across Sharon's cheek and came to rest against her ear. The questing tongue, very pointed now, explored the lobe, then, moving in little circles, pushed itself into the opening.
Sharon moaned.
"Shh," Vickie said, and made her tongue flutter in Sharon's ear as softly as the wings of a butterfly. She did it for such a long time that Sharon, unable to bear it any longer, finally moved her head slightly.
"Lie still, damnit," Vickie said, and brushed her lips along the ridge of Sharon's jaw and then down to the hollow of her throat. Sharon thought that from there she would move to a breast. Instead, she began to lick the damp, exquisitely sensitive concavity of her armpit, moving her tongue in ever-increasing concentric spirals until she reached the outer bulge of her breast.
Sharon knew her throbbing nipples must be swollen to twice their normal size, and she could feel the juice from her pussy crawling down the crack of her ass. It took every particle of her will-power to lie still, but when Vickie's tongue moved up along the curve of her breast and brushed across her nipple, she could not repress another moan.
"Shh," Vickie said again, and drew Sharon's nipple into her mouth.
Sharon had been aware of the aroma rising from between her legs for some moments now, but suddenly it seemed to grow stronger. She'd always enjoyed her own scent, and she inhaled deeply. But it hadn't really grown more pronounced all at once, she realized; it had merely been augmented by Vickie's wonderful little smell. Vickie's was subtly different from her own, and the blending of the two in her nostrils was heavenly.
Vickie suddenly sat up. "I can't wait," she said. "I'm sorry, honey. I've just got to suck your cunt."
Sharon opened her eyes for the first time. "I can't wait any longer either, Vickie," she said.
Vickie crawled off the bed. "But I want you to put your legs over the side," she said. "I can get to you better. Hurry, Sharon."
Sharon moved over to the side of the bed, put her feet on the floor, and spread her knees as far as she could.
"Something like this?"
"Oh, yes," Vickie said, sitting down on the floor between Sharon's legs. "Yes. Oh, God, that looks good." She leaned, forward and ran the tip of her tongue the length of Sharon's small pink slit. "And it tastes so good!"
Sharon watched as Vickie gently opened the wet lips with her fingers and put her mouth on the trembling little clitoris.
"Oh, Vickie," she said as the other girl began to suck at the clitoral button with her teeth. "Vickie!" If there was one thing in the world that would drive her completely out of her mind, she knew, it was the way Vickie sucked her clit. Time after time, Vickie had made her cum that way in less than a minute. And she didn't want to cum just yet; she wanted the feel of Vickie's expert tongue in her cunt for a few moments first. "Push it up me, Vickie," she breathed. "Way up inside, Vickie."
Vickie's eyes smiled up at her through their long, long lashes, now clumped in little dark spikes, wet with Sharon's love juice. "Then spread it apart for me," she said. "I can go deeper that way."
Sharon reached down with both hands and pulled the lips of her cunt to either side, pausing only when she knew that, if she spread them further, something might tear. The sight of the dripping, wide-open folds of her pussy excited her, and she watched with fascination as Vickie did what she always did at a time like this, because she knew Sharon loved to watch her do it.
Instead of burying her face in Sharon's cunt and then pushing her tongue up her cunt, she first extended her tongue, eyes still smiling up at Sharon as the pink wedge slipped out little by little until it protruded almost three inches beyond her lips.
And it was only then, with her tongue firm and pointed, vibrating ever so slightly, that she began to push it, very slowly, into Sharon's cunt.
But now Vickie suddenly withdrew her tongue and looked up at Sharon mischievously. "Boy, are you ever juicy!" she said, laughing.
"You put your tongue back in there," Sharon said.
"Can't you spread the lips a little more? The deeper I can get my face between them, the further up I can put my tongue."