Selena Kitt - Tickled Pink

The heat in my face was incredible now that I was looking at her, seeing the wetness on her cheeks, glistening on her lips. That was me, all over her face… the thought made me feel faint and embarrassed.

"But you'll teach him to," She slid up next to me on the bed. I pulled my sweater down, as if to cover myself from her eyes, which seemed silly, and she smiled at the gesture.

"Ok, shy girl." Christy grabbed the bottom of my sweater and lifted it over my head. I struggled and we laughed, but she got it off, and all I had left on was my front-hook bra that was hanging askew.

Her eyes moved over my breasts, much larger and heavier than hers, the pink nipples fat and pursed. "If I had your body, I’d walk around naked all the time."

"You do walk around naked all the time," I reminded her.

"No." She shook her head. "I mean all the time."

I blushed as she tugged at my bra, divesting me of the last remnants of my modesty.

"Are you ready for your lesson?" She grabbed a pillow and reclined on it. Her knees were up and open, and I could see a little glistening pink between her lips.

"In… what?" I watched her hand slide down between her legs, finding her clit.

"Let's teach Josh how to eat pussy." She was grinning at me, her finger moving back and forth.

Fascinated, I watched her play. She rubbed herself differently that I did when I played alone. I made fast little circles, but she used the fleshy hood in an up and down motion over the bud of her clit.

"Is it tit for tat time?" I swallowed, meeting her eyes.

"New rule: cunnilingus before cunnilingus?" She rubbed it a little faster, her breathing heavier. "Kidding, sweetie…I just want you to know what to say to him…how to tell him what you want."

I cocked my head at her. "How?"

"You play Josh," she whispered, making that "mmm" sound again, her eyes half-closed. "And I'll play you."

I finally understood what she meant and when I did, my belly clenched. I couldn't imagine doing to her what she had done to me.

"But I don't know how," I countered, frowning. Her fingers were moving faster, her eyes almost closed. That "mm" sound was coming from her in little waves.

"He doesn't either," she whispered. "First, you do what I'm doing… touching yourself like this… he'll like watching you…"

"He will?"

"Don't you like watching me?" She squeezed her nipple.

I blushed. "Yes."

"Then you ask… 'will you lick me?'" Her voice was soft, plaintive. "'Please?'"

I groaned at the desire in her tone, saw her nod and gesture to me to get between her legs. Stretching out, part of me hanging off the bed, still, I moved between her thighs.

"Show him with your fingers," she murmured. "You've been touching yourself there already, and he's been watching. So tell him…"

I could smell her, a slight musk, and she was so wet that the short, trimmed hair on her lips was glistening with it.

"Right here." She nudged her clit, using her other hand to guide my head, and I let her, until my mouth was touching her wetness. "Now… lick it."

Her lips were puffy, her clit a swollen bud between them as I reached my tongue out for it, moving back and forth with the tip.

Christy gave a soft moan, her head going back. "God, that's good."

It was her response that encouraged me to lick a little faster, probe a little harder.

She gasped and pressed me in so my mouth was covering her mound.

"Ohhh," she moaned when I started to make circles, too. "God… ok… wait…"

I didn't stop, the taste of her a little musky but the soft feel of her flesh and the way she responded to my tongue like a drug.

"If he goes to move somewhere else," Christy murmured. "Like trying to put his tongue inside you…"

Taking the hint, I slipped my tongue slowly downward, the taste of her changing, the slickness of her juices thick here.

"You say… oh God…" She wiggled when I found her hole, teasing it with my tongue. "Just tell him… 'Lick me here, baby…' and show him… with your fingers…"

I watched as her fingers found her clit, rubbing it, and she directed me back there with her other hand until my mouth was covering her mound again.

"Yesssss," she purred, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. "That feels so good when you lick me there, baby. Please, don't stop."

Her words made my pussy ache and I groaned against her flesh, licking faster.

"Oh!" she cried, looking down at me, hungry and eager between her thighs. "Oh, god, sweetie, you're soooo good at this."

I did what I remembered her doing to me, back and forth for a while, then switching to circles. I had to keep swallowing and swallowing her juices, the taste coating my throat.

"Yes," she whispered, keeping one hand on my head as she rocked. "Right there. Don't stop licking me right there on my hot little clit. That feels so good."

I flushed, trying to imagine saying those things to Josh, wondering if he would respond like I did-it made me want to devour her.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned and I nearly stopped then in shock, hearing the word coming out of her throat in a guttural cry as she rocked against my mouth. "Oh baby, lick my pussy, yessss, you're so close to making me come."

I was panting, lapping at her fast and hard, my jaw aching, my own pussy leaking wetness down my thighs. She was moaning and twisting, still guiding me into her mound, mashing my face and tongue there until I could barely breathe.

"Are you ready, baby?" she whispered, her thighs trembling. I could feel the muscles in her legs twitching against my arms. "I'm gonna cum all over your face."

"Oh fuck, now!" she cried and I thought I would come, too, just from hearing her words, feeling her let go and shudder and roll with her climax, thrusting up against my mouth as she came in huge, quivering waves. She wouldn't let go of me, riding it out until she was panting with the effort, everything slowly beginning to relax as the tide ebbed.

"Whew." She looked down at me still propped between her thighs. "You are fucking fantastic at that, Dawnie. Have you ever done it before?"

I shook my head, blushing, trying to clean up the mess on my chin and neck with my palm.

Smiling, she sat up and I did too, feeling even more shy now in the transition from passion to composure. I didn't know what to say.

"Think you can show him?" Christy asked after a moment, cocking her head at me.

I shrugged. "I can try."

She grinned and winked. "Well… even if he never figures it out… I promise, I'll do you, if you'll do me."

I laughed. "Tit for tat, huh?"

Her eyes dipped down to my breasts. "You win on that score, doll."

"Shut up!" I laughed and nudged her thigh with my knee.

She stretched, looking at the clock. "I need another shower, now, I swear. You wanna?"

I bit my lip, shrugged. "Ok."

Standing, Christy held her hand out to me and we grabbed our towels before heading down the hall.

Except this time, we were both naked.

December 16, 1976

Dear John,

I got your letter and your little surprise! Should I say thank you, or should I just wait and show you how much I love them? I've never owned crotchless panties, you naughty boy. You ordered them through the Frederick's catalog didn't you? I can't wait to wear them for you. Will you be ready to put them to good use when you come home on Christmas Eve? I promise, I'll be quiet… we won't wake your mother.

Oh, by the way… she keeps calling and asking if she should bring things. Like I don't have a turkey baster or an egg slicer? Honestly, John. I am capable of cooking Christmas dinner, for pete's sake! I made dinner for Thanksgiving, didn't I? And don't even start… I still say it was not my turkey and stuffing that made your little cousin, David, sick… it was all that damned candy she kept feeding him.