Fletcher Hill - Sweet lips

"Yes. Sometimes I even dream about it." She turned her face away, averting her eyes. "And sometimes I dream about it the other way around."

"What?"

"I dream I'm Vickie – doing it to you."

Sharon took a sip of her drink. "I thought I'd just about run out of surprises, Diane," she said. "I was wrong."

"Are you angry with me?"

"Of course not. It's just that I had no idea…" She paused. "Have you – experimented with other girls, Diane?"

"No. Well, yes, I did. Just once. I started to, I mean."

"What happened?"

"She got scared and ran home."

Sharon smiled. "Poor Diane."

Diane put her hand on Sharon's leg just above the knee. "You're so pretty," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."

Sharon put her glass down, slipped her arm around Diane's shoulders, and drew her to her. "You know something?" she said as she brushed her lips across the satiny cheek. "I think you've got designs on me."

"I sure have, Sharon," Diane said, and parted her lips to receive Sharon's kiss. "I've been thinking about it two whole years."

"No panties?" Sharon said a few moments later. "Shame on you, Diane. You're a naughty, naughty girl."

"I thought you might like me better this way."

"The way I'd like you is with nothing on at all."

"All right."

"And spread out on the bed, where I can get to you."

"What if Vickie comes home?"

"If she does, you'll have two girls to make love to you." She took her hand from beneath Diane's dress and stood up. "Come along, you gorgeous little thing. Let's make the most of these two hours of yours."

In the bedroom, Diane stood motionless while Sharon undressed her, trembling a little, her face flushed with excitement.

"You're exquisite, Diane," Sharon said as she stood back to admire her. "Really exquisite." She put the tips of both forefingers to her mouth, moistened them, and touched them to Diane's sharp little nipples. "How'd you ever grow such beauties in just sixteen years, honey?"

Diane glanced down at her breasts. "I don't know," she said. "They just – grew."

Sharon laughed, then reached down for the hem of her skirt. "Now if you'll just lie down there on…"

"Let me," Diane said, stepping close to her. "I want to undress you." She hooked her fingers beneath Sharon's skirt. "May I?"

Sharon smiled and raised her hands over her head. "Please do," she said.

"I love the way I can see your pussy through your pantyhose," Diane said as she drew Sharon's skirt up past her waist. "I noticed it, out there on the couch."

"Did you really?"

"It got me all worked up."

"You were pretty well worked up when you got here."

"I know. But that made it worse." She laughed. "I mean better."

When Diane had stripped Sharon naked, the girls lay down on the bed, facing each other. Sharon drew the other girl close to her, so that their breasts and thighs were pressed hard together, and kissed her gently.

"Is this really your first time with a girl?" she asked.

"It's my first time with anybody," Diane said.

"Nobody's even so much as touched you before?"

"No."

"How I envy you," Sharon said, reaching up to fondle a breast. "The experience of being loved for the very first time, I mean. It's something a girl never forgets, believe me."

Diane reached up and mashed Sharon's hand hard against her breast. "Oh, Sharon…" she sighed.

"I'm going to give you a tongue bath," Sharon said. "But you seem interested in my nipples. Would you like to taste one first?"

"Oh, yes!"

Sharon raised up on an elbow and leaned over until her breast was against the other girl's mouth. "But just a taste, mind you. Later, you can do anything you want to."

Diane took Sharon's nipple in her mouth. But she just held it there, eyes closed, gold-blond hair fanned out on the pillow.

"You'll have to do more than that," Sharon laughed. "How do you expect to get any sugar unless you suck it out?"

Diane murmured apologetically and began to suck – tentatively at first, then steadily and hungrily.

Sharon let her suck for a full minute, then pulled her breast away and smiled. "You'd better leave a little in there for later," she said. "Did you like it?"

Diane swallowed and licked her lips. "Ummm!" she said. "Oh, Sharon! That's ten times sweeter than any sugar ever was!" She reached for Sharon's breast again.

"Oh, no you don't, young lady!" Sharon said. "It's time for your bath."

She did all the little preliminary things she knew Diane would enjoy on her introduction to girl-love, and she did them as methodically and carefully and lovingly as she could. This was a time from which, henceforth, Diane would date everything forward and backward – one of the three or four supreme experiences of her life – and Sharon used every trick she knew to make certain the young girl would remember every tiniest moment of it.

She began with Diane's ear, of course, following the convolutions with her tongue, fluttering her tongue against the lobe, spearing it deep into the opening, forcing a little saliva into it and then drawing it back into her mouth, only to push it back in with her tongue again.

She was juicing freely between her legs now, and she could smell the perfume growing stronger. She spread her legs a little, wanting the scent to be even stronger, so that Diane would get the full benefit of it.

"Put your tongue out, Diane," she said. "Just stick it out as far as you can, and leave it there."

Still with her eyes shut, Diane put out her tongue. Sharon licked the pink wedge slowly, from Diane's teeth to the tip, again and again, admiring its length and texture, marveling at how wonderfully juicy it was. Diane was going to make a lot of girls happy with that tongue, she knew, and she vowed that she herself was going to be the first girl to feel it slide into her cunt. Having a beautiful young girl like Diane give her her very first suck was an experience she would treasure forever.

Diane had managed to put her tongue out a whole half-inch further now. Sharon took it into her mouth and began to suck it, once again working her way from Diane's teeth to the tip and back again, drawing as much moisture from it as she could.

And now she could smell the aroma of Diane's pussy. She hadn't been certain at first, but now she was. It was so sweet, so different, so young-girl-like, that she paused for a moment to enjoy it. There was something so pure and delicate and innocent about it that it made her want to cry. She reached down with one hand and pushed Diane's legs apart so that she could smell it better, and then moved her mouth down to the hollow of Diane's throat.

"Oh, Sharon," Diane whispered. "Gosh, I… I…"

"I know, baby," Sharon said. "And the nicest thing about it is that we've only just begun." She moved her mouth slowly down the upper slope of Diane's breast.

Diane moaned.

Sharon kneaded the warm, resilient flesh for a moment, looking at the erect little tidbit. "Now let's see what you taste like," she said, and took the nipple into her mouth. It had already been swollen, but now it instantly grew larger and harder still.

"How… how does it taste?" Diane said.

"Sweet," Sharon said. "Exactly the way a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl's nipple ought to taste."

"I'm glad," Diane said. "I was hoping like anything you'd like it."

"I love it," Sharon said, sucking the other nipple now. Then she gently pushed Diane's breasts together until the nipples almost touched each other. "If one's nice, two are nicer," she said, and put both nipples in her mouth at the same time, sucking them hard, running her tongue between them, fluttering it between the juicing tips.

"Ohhhhh…" Diane sighed. "Oh, Sharon!"

Sharon rose to a sitting position.