R Finch - No longer virgin

"It'll sneak up on you," Kim warned her, and sure enough, an hour later, Wendy's world was starting to spin. She was sprawled on the couch, her long legs stretched out before her, could not remember ever feeling so out of touch with reality.

"I have to pee," Kim giggled, was obviously on the road to total oblivion herself. She stood shakily, giggled again when she almost toppled over an end table, then walked unsteadily to the bathroom.

Wendy looked up and could see that Kim didn't bother to shut the door, that she just pulled her tight jeans and bikini panties down and sat on the toilet. Wendy watched with an almost detached curiosity, her interest somehow strangely impersonal, until the Chinese girl looked up with a startled giggle and pushed the door shut.

Wendy leaned back on the couch, found that she was breathing just a little quicker than normal, realized with a small start that Kim Lee was becoming increasingly alluring to her, was actually beginning to arouse her sexually. Wendy swallowed, suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She considered going back to her own apartment, did not want to get involved in anything intimate with the Chinese girl, especially at her own initiation. And she knew that if she drank much more, she just might say something that would only embarrass them both, that she might actually attempt to approach the girl, thus ending their friendship before it even got started.

Kim came back through the bathroom door, the zipper at the front of her jeans still undone, had managed at least to fasten the snap. Wendy could see the silky blue sheen of her lacy panties through the zipper opening, looked away awkwardly.

Kim threw herself lazily on the couch again. She picked her drink up and emptied the glass, sat for a moment staring straight ahead, a foolish expression on her pretty face.

Wendy suddenly burst out laughing, could not stop.

"What's so funny?" Kim asked, and she looked at Wendy and began to laugh also, even though she didn't know at what.

"It's something dumb," Wendy was still laughing, shook her head.

"What? Tell me. What is it? Come on!"

"Oh," Wendy started, "it's just that when I was in school, a friend of mine told me that…"

"What!" Kim laughed. "Don't stop now!"

"She told me that… that Chinese girls had… you know, vaginas that slit sideways instead of up and down… and when they slid down a banister, it went, blib, blib, blib, blib…"

And she flipped her finger up and down between her lips, demonstrated the sound for Kim, was still laughing. "It's so ridiculous," she said, "I don't even know why I thought about it. See? I told you it was dumb."

"But it's true!" Kim insisted with a giggle.

Wendy stared at her, then shook her head with a laugh of disbelief, "It is not! You're just making fun of me."

Then the Chinese girl said, "I'll show you if you don't believe me. Do you want to see?" And she giggled again.

Everything seemed fuzzy to Wendy. Kim Lee's offer excited her, sent a small shiver down her back and straight to her warm genitals, but she would never admit it. She said nothing.

"Do you want to see?" the Chinese girl asked again.

"All right," Wendy said finally, her voice trembling slightly.

"Well, come here then," Kim said softly. "I'm too drunk to move anywhere." And she unsnapped the front of her denims, with her thumbs hooked under the waistband raised herself and pushed them, along with her panties, down to her knees. She spread her firmly rounded thighs until the tangle of jeans and underwear slipped to her slender ankles, then lay her head back and closed her eyes, waiting.

Wendy kicked off her bedroom slippers, pulled her feet up on the couch, managed to scoot herself over beside Kim. She was still a little dizzy, had not noticed it so much until she'd tried moving. She stared down at the glossy black mass of curly hair between Kim's brown thighs, could see the dark outer lips of the Chinese girl's moist cunt peeking put at her. Kim's pink labia were wetly slick and parted slightly, the area within the soft crevice they formed shadowed.

Their charade forgotten, Wendy touched the delicate cleft hesitantly. When Kim Lee made no protest, Wendy slowly slipped her finger into the slippery hole of her, felt Kim Lee stiffen with a quiet sigh and spread her knees still wider. Wendy explored her gently, with her fingertip found the Chinese girl's pink clit, touched at it teasingly, felt Kim stiffen again, her soft moan more pronounced this time.

Kim Lee opened her eyes slowly, smiling provocatively at Wendy, then put her arms around Wendy's shoulders. She pulled Wendy to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Wendy responded in kind, probed against Kim's tongue with her own, pushing her finger steadily up into Kim's cunt.

Kim kissed Wendy amid a profusion of little sighs and whimpers, whispered hoarsely to her, "You're setting my pussy on fire! Deeper, push your finger in deeper! Oh! Let's go into the bedroom and get the sheets all sweaty!" And she dropped her hand to the waistband of Wendy's beltless denims, flipped the snap open, then slowly pulled down Wendy's zipper. "You're not wearing any panties!" she giggled, slipping her fingers out from the opened zipper. "Are you into anything kinky?"

"Like what?" Wendy asked, was trying to imagine what Kim meant, growing more excited at the possibility of doing something – anything – really bizarre.

"Come on," the Chinese girl smiled mysteriously, her dark eyes bright, and led Wendy into the bathroom.

"What!" Wendy asked, startled at Kim Lee's outrageous suggestion. They were both naked and in the bathtub, Kim on her slender back, her dark skin shining damply, the brown puckered nipples of her large breasts swollen rubbery hard and pointing outwards. Wendy squatted directly over Kim's face, was braced with her knees against each side of the tub, was holding herself steady with her hands. "What do you want me to do?" she asked again, could not believe she'd heard correctly, could not imagine anyone asking her such a thing.

"Piss in my face," Kim smiled up at Wendy from between her bare thighs. "Just piss… go ahead."

"I… what do you mean?" Wendy couldn't help laughing nervously. "Are you serious?"

Kim raised her head and kissed Wendy's wetly gaping cunt, tongued slowly between the moist folds, lingeringly, then lapped warmly up into the sugary hole itself.

Wendy squirmed against her, her smooth thighs beginning to quake at the electric spasms coursing through them. She felt the girl's agilely probing tonguetip flicking lightly at her acutely sensitive clit, teasing at it, inflaming it until it was distended and throbbing. Wendy started to sag into the tub, with an effort held herself up. Her breathing was growing gradually more harsh, her firm breasts rising and falling more quickly, hardening with each lick of indescribable pleasure Kim sent racing through her tremulous loins.

"Go ahead," Kim coaxed, her voice thickening with desire. "Piss on me while I lick your cunt. Don't be shy."

Wendy swallowed hard, realized that Kim was indeed serious, that for some reason – however perverted – the Chinese girl actually wanted Wendy to urinate on her. And on her face yet! Wendy had difficulty adjusting to the idea. "I-I don't think I can," she stammered, began to blush self-consciously.

"There's no hurry," Kim laughed hoarsely, sucking and smacking with her lips at Wendy's glistening cunt, wallowing in its warm lubrication. "Whenever you're ready surprise me."

Wendy nodded silently, decided to herself that if she was going to do it, she might as well get it quickly over with. She took a steadying breath, then tried to do as Kim Lee had asked, discovered she had trouble relaxing the muscles holding her urine, that while the slender Chinese girl's moist tongue darted into her, she could just not let go of her own accord. She strained, and then suddenly the full spray of her yellow water burst from her, splattering Kim Lee's face.