Unknown - The early adventures of Tracy and Jeannie

Then Jeannie called her mom, and told her that she and I were going to sleep over at a "friend's" house. She said that we'd had a few beers and we'd rather stay over than drive drunk. Jeannie and her mom had that kind of cool relationship. But then, Jeannie wasn't a troublemaker so it was a two way street.

Her mom said that she'd call my uncle and square it with him.

I breathed a sigh of relief and the party continued.

After it was established that we'd be spending the night together, things changed a bit. Knowing that we weren't done "playing", everyone got kind of a "second wind". First, we decided that another beer was in order, and Ted said he'd whip up something to eat in the kitchen.

As the guys prepared our late night snack, Jeannie and I went in search of something to cover up with. Considering the mood, and the fact that the guys were both walking around in towels, neither one of us felt like putting our jeans and stuff back on. We needed something loose and preferably sexy.

"Uncle Mike keeps some women's stuff in the third bedroom closet," Ted mentioned. "I don't think he'd mind if you ladies helped yourselves. And, I'm sure Al and I would appreciate it!" He winked at Al and returned to his cooking.

Jeannie and I went in search of the "third bedroom". The house had a total of four, so it wasn't too difficult to find the room we were looking for. But, of course, it was the LAST room we looked in!

And, indeed he did keep some "women's stuff" around! Hanging in a huge walk-in closet, we found outfit after outfit of sexy lingerie and silk robes!

"There must be a small fortune tied up in this stuff here!" Jeannie cried, holding up an off-white outfit. "What do you think," she asked, "is it me?"

The outfit she held up was complete with a peek-a-boo bra, skimpy white, crotchless string panties, a lacy garter belt, and matching stockings. All covered in a plastic dry cleaner bag, as was everything in the closet.

"It's you, all right," I sighed. "It's you if you feel like getting fucked tonight or, sucked." I was still tingling from our encounter.

"In fact," I said, moving close to her, and sliding the closet door shut, "Why don't you try on a few of these things while I get comfortable?"

As I spoke to her, I let my knees bend and my tongue slid over her naked body. I paused to suck one tit into my mouth and then continued on my downward journey.

I formed a mental picture of her in the outfit she held. Standing over me as I lay on the carpet slowly lowering her pussy to my outstretched tongue.

"Hey, cool your jets, Trace," Jeannie laughed, "we've got all night!"

"Just a taste, Jeannie," I pleaded, sinking to my knees in front of her. "Please just a little taste." My tongue licked her belly and continued down, playing in her soft blonde curls, and finally feeling her sweet pussy lips. Jeannie moaned softly as my tongue easily parted her lips and moved into her wetness. "Wait come here," Jeannie panted. She took two steps backwards to the dressing bench, and pulling my head with her, she sat down on the velvet cushion.

"Just a taste," she repeated. "Oooohhh, you're tongue feels so good I knew it would feel good. Oh, Trace! Suck me!"

As she chanted her words, Jeannie wrapped her fingers in my long brown hair and pulled my face into her pussy. Her position on the small seat gave me perfect access to her pussy and clit, and I took full advantage of it.

Thrusting my tongue out as far as I could, I pressed my face tightly into her crotch. Then flicking my tongue up and down, I started to shake my head furiously from side to side. The effect was immediate!

Jeannie let out a loud wail and gripped the back of my head with a strength I didn't know she had. Slouching down into her seat, she started to pump her pussy against my lips and tongue. I continued to thrust my tongue into her and shake my head back and forth.

I could feel Jeannie start to come. She was doing her best to remain quiet, for the boys were just down the hall, but small noises started to flow from her throat. Little mewls at first like a kitten, then growing in intensity until she was pumping her pussy onto my tongue and gasping for air like a deep sea diver who'd been down too long.

A trembling started in her thighs and I felt it move towards her belly. Suddenly her juices were literally pouring onto my thrusting tongue! I swear, I could feel her pussy walls contract, then PUMP her juice into my mouth!

I dropped one hand into my lap and quickly inserted two, then three fingers into my own cunt. I pumped franticly as I drank Jeannie's sweet come. My own orgasm was sudden and powerful. My hands were dripping as I caught my love juice in my palm. My fingers pumped wildly in and out of my cunt.

Jeannie's orgasm was subsiding and she slowed her movements on my tongue. Her pussy was so wet and pliable that it completely covered my chin and mouth. My tongue continued to stab inward as I tried to suck out every last drop of her come.

This was as thrilling to me as sucking Ted's cock into my throat! The sweet taste of Jeannie's come and the smooth feeling of it sliding down my throat was absolutely sensational! Another fantasy come true God, what a night!

Jeannie slowly released her death-grip hold on my head. "God," she breathed. "That was beyond description!"

She pulled my face into her pussy again. I obliged and sucked gently on her outer lips, being careful to avoid her oversensitive clitoris.

Running her fingers through my hair, she sighed deeply, then moved my head away from her crotch. Turning my face up to meet her gaze, she whispered tenderly, "That was incredible, Trace that was undoubtedly the best come I've ever had in my life."

Jeannie's face was flushed and she was smiling the warmest, dreamiest smile I'd ever seen. I grinned back, feeling good about being able to give such pleasure. Especially when it felt so good from my end!

Jeannie leaned over and kissed my lips. Her tongue darted into my mouth and she parried with my own tongue. Then she licked my lips and proceeded to lick my chin and cheeks tasting her own come on my face.

"I love you, Tracy," she said softly. "You're my best friend in the whole world."

I got up on my knees and hugged her to me. "I love you, too, Jeannie." It was a wonderful and special moment.

But, even though our entire encounter had lasted only ten minutes or so, we both knew the guys would be getting curious. And we still had to pick out and outfit or two.

I shook my head and laughed. "Hey," I said, "maybe I'm gay, and never knew it but I think I enjoyed that more than you did!"

Jeannie shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Well, girl if we're gay, then someone better explain why I keep picturing hard cocks and imagining Al fucking my mouth like Ted fucked yours."

She caressed my head and traced her fingers over my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked her fingers as they passed. "You blew my mind back there girl," Jeannie continued, "but I need a cock! Maybe two." She smiled at me and winked.

"Yeah," I laughed. "I gotta agree with you there, buddy. I'm thinking the same thing. I love those guys!"

"Then let's find something to wear, and go find them!" Jeannie said, laughing. "I'm famished all of a sudden."

She walked over to the racks of lingerie, and started looking. I went over to the sink, rinsed off, and joined her. "Let's save the good stuff for later," I said to Jeannie. "The boys might need some additional 'stimulus' later on." I held up a black outfit similar to the one Jeannie had picked earlier.

"They might, but I won't." Jeannie replied. "But, here, try this on." She threw me a short, black silk robe. Picking out a similar, green robe for herself, she licked her lips and grinned.

"Maybe I'll play you a hand of cards for Ted later; he looked mighty good earlier." She winked when she saw a jealous flash in my eyes.