Fletcher Hill - Sweet lips

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Fletcher Hill

Sweet lips

CHAPTER ONE

It was strange, Sharon reflected as she stood just outside the prison gate, waiting for Vickie, how she could be so bitter and yet, at the same time, so terribly horny. Bitter because of the year the state had stolen from her life, and horny because her thoughts kept straying to the juicy little slit between Vickie's pretty legs.

But before the thoughts of Vickie's pussy had become so strong she could almost taste it, her mind had been on grimmer things. When the massive iron gate had clanged shut behind her twenty minutes ago, she had vowed for the thousandth time to clear her name of the crime for which she had been wrongly convicted and imprisoned.

Exonerating herself would be difficult, she knew. It might even be impossible. But starting today – the first day of her parole – she would begin to try. And she would never stop trying until she succeeded.

She moved over to the curb to look down the street again, wondering what could have happened to Vickie, who had promised to be waiting for her when she was released. A car suddenly swerved too close to the curb, and she stepped back quickly.

She was just beginning to think about taking a cab when she saw Vickie's convertible make the turn at the corner, and a few moments later the car drew up beside her.

"Hi," Vickie said as she reached across the seat to open the door for her. "I'm sorry I'm late, honey. I just couldn't get the car started." She was a small silver-blonde with warm, large amber eyes beneath incredibly long lashes, and upthrust breasts that nippled sharply against the taut bosom of her minidress. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No," Sharon said, settling into the seat beside her. "Only a year."

Vickie moved close to her. "Gimme," she said.

"What?" Sharon said.

"A kiss," Vickie said. "It was a long year, honey."

Sharon kissed her.

"Ummm," Vickie said. "Good."

Sharon laughed. "I agree," she said. "You've changed your brand of lipstick, haven't you?"

"Yes," Vickie said. "You want another sample?"

Sharon kissed her again, and this time she let her hand drop to the other girl's thigh, trailing her fingertips up the sleekly nyloned flesh and beneath the hem of the brief white skirt.

Vickie pushed away from her and brushed her skirt down again. "Hey!" she said, laughing. "You want to get us both arrested?"

"You look delicious, Vickie," Sharon said.

"So do you," Vickie said. "God, honey, it's so good to have you back again."

"It's good to be back, I can tell you," Sharon said. "But are you sure I won't be putting you out? After all, you've had the apartment to yourself for a whole year now."

"Which is a whole year longer than I wanted to," Vickie said as she started the engine and eased the car away from the curb. "I've missed you terribly, Sharon. I'll bet I've dreamed of you a thousand times."

Sharon smiled. "There haven't been that many nights, silly," she said, watching with fascination as Vickie's skirt rode up to reveal the shadowy V of pubic hair beneath the sheer pantyhose.

"I doubled up some nights," Vickie said, smiling as she noted the direction of Sharon's gaze. "And other nights I tripled up."

"I see."

Vickie took a long breath and let it out slowly. "Oh, I just can't wait to get you home," she said. "I'm going to lick you from one end to the other and back again."

"And that's all?"

"No… that's just for starters." She stopped for a red light. "Tomorrow we'll buy you a whole new wardrobe. Then, the next day, we…"

"I haven't a penny, Vickie. They're supposed to give you twenty dollars. But I'd broken some dishes, and they made me pay for them."

"Money's no problem, honey. I'm loaded. I mean it. The modeling racket has never been so good. And once you get back into it, you'll be a rich girl in no time at all."

"I'll be modeling, all right," Sharon said. "But not for photographers, Vickie. It's against the rules."

"What rules?"

"The parole rules. A parolee has to have a job, but it has to be steady. No freelancing. She can't model for fees at all."

"That's ridiculous."

"I know. But that's the way it is." She paused. "My parole officer got me a job at Chumley's."

"Chumley's! Why, that's a department store."

"Yes."

"And the rattiest one in town, too. What'll you be doing? Salesgirl?"

"No. I'll be modeling in the ready-to-wear."

"Good God, Sharon. They don't pay their girls anything at all. And they treat them like dirt. I know that for a fact."

"I'm just lucky she got me a job, even one like that. If she hadn't, I'd still be in prison."

"I don't understand, honey. A beautiful girl like you could find a job in thirty seconds."

"Yes, but you have to have the job before you get out. There are dozens of girls still in prison just because they haven't any job to go to. Girls who could be paroled tomorrow. Some of them have even been eligible for two or three years."

"Why, that's terrible!"

"The whole thing's pretty terrible, Vickie. Wait till you see the list of things I can't do for the next two years. It's a foot long."

"You mean you'll be on parole two whole years?"

"Yes."

"My God," Vickie said. "Oh, my poor baby."

Sharon could resist the temptation no longer. She put her hand on Vickie's knee, ran it slowly up her leg as far as it could go, cupping the warm mound with her palm.

Vickie laughed. "Stop that," she said. "If somebody sees you, they'll wreck their car."

Sharon pressed harder, running a fingertip the length of Vickie's slit, pushing the nylon of her pantyhose deep between her the cunt lips. Vickie was just as horny as she was herself, she noted with satisfaction; the silky sheath of nylon beneath her hand was soaking wet.

"Honestly, Sharon!" Vickie said. "If you don't stop, I'll wreck the car myself!" But even as she spoke, she spread her legs a little wider and Sharon could feel her pussy lifting into her hand.

Sharon raised her hand beneath Vickie's skirt to the waist of Vickie's pantyhose, tugged out the elastic, and slipped it down inside.

"Oh, my God," Vickie said. "Sharon!"

Sharon spread the lips of Vickie's cunt apart with her fingers, then caught the pulsing clitoris between thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently, increasing the pressure on it little by little.

"Sharon, please!" Vickie said, squirming on the seat. "For goodness sake, Sharon!"

Sharon pushed a finger into Vickie's hole and worked it slowly up into her as far as it would go. Vickie moaned and thrust her cunt up against Sharon's hand for a few moments – then suddenly pulled over to the curb and stopped the car.

"Sharon, honey, I just can't stand it," she said as tugged Sharon's hand out of her pantyhose. "Can't you wait just a few minutes, darling? We'll be home before you know it."

Sharon looked at her dripping finger for a moment, then put it to her lips and began to lick the juice from it. "Well, I'm glad you didn't change the flavor of that, anyhow," she said. "I'd never have forgiven you."

"Boy," Vickie said, nosing the car out into the traffic again. "You've got me so horny I can't even think."

"You did feel just a little juicy at that," Sharon said.

"Juicy!" Vickie said. "My God, honey, I've got a fountain down there."

They reached the apartment house ten minutes later.

"You just wait," Vickie said as they walked toward the entrance. "Boy, are you ever going to get it. I'm going to spank you good."

Sharon laughed. "I thought you were the one that liked to be spanked," she said.

"I might be the one that likes it," Vickie said, "but you're the one that deserves it. Fingerfucking me right out there in broad daylight, for heaven's sake!"

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