Thinking about her lying back on the couch with her legs splayed open pleasuring herself had my pussy twitching at the thought of it.
“Err, yeah, sure,” I said.
Thought I’d better, might loosen me up a bit. I was feeling a bit nervous. Didn’t know why I hadn’t noticed before, but Sarah suddenly seemed very appealing especially now that I thought she might be gay. Well, three beers later we were giggling as we recalled some of our old memories.
“Remember that night we decided to strip off in front of each other?” she said, eyeing me
“How could I forget,” I said, my pussy twitching at the memory.
Oh, I remembered alright, in fact I thought about it often.
“When I think about the two of us back then trying desperately to seem cool and wanting to experience everything.” She laughed. “We were so innocent, weren’t we?”
I didn’t quite remember it that way. I remembered Candice all over me, touching my breasts, sucking at my nipples before we were interrupted by her parents who’d come home early. We’d scampered back into our nighties and hid under the comforter. Spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies but after that Candice seemed different. I’d always thought she was just embarrassed about what’d we’d done and didn’t want to be reminded of it.
“Look how she’s going down on her,” Candice gushed, her eyes shining with excitement. “Bit different to how we…err…tried doing it, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, she certainly knows what she’s doing,” I said, squirming in my seat.
If I remembered right and I was sure I did, Shelia had done a brilliant job going down on me. Her mouth was hot and wet, her fingers eager as they pulled the flaps apart, her tongue darting about and then resting on the nub of my clit. I squeezed my thighs together but that only heightened my desire, so I moved about trying to push away the thought which was difficult while the movie was on.
“Do you want another beer?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said, downing the last of hers.
In the kitchen I found my heart beating very fast. I was anxious, wondering if this was going to turn out to be a night I’d dreamed and thought about for a long time. Seeing Candice watching a lesbian movie gave me hope so I hurried out to give her the beer, hoping she’d lose her inhibitions.
“Oh, I’d love someone to give me that much attention,” Candice breathed heavily as her hand found its way between her thighs.
I pretended not to look but to be honest she was really turning me on. Candice was transfixed to the screen and I was feeling as horny as hell. I thought this might be a good time to jog her memory.
“I remember you knowing exactly what you were doing?” I laughed.
“What?” she said, avoiding my eyes. “No, I didn’t, we were just fooling around. It was just innocent kid’s stuff.”
“You remember sucking at my breasts, don’t you?”
“Err, no, not really,” she flushed.
“Oh, come off it. You do, don’t you? I remember your mouth on me and your fingers inside me while you were doing it. You must remember that?’
“Well, yeah, sort of,” she mumbled.
“Your mouth and your tongue were amazing.”
“Really?” she asked wide-eyed.
“You know it,” I whispered.
I ran my fingers over her T-shirt, lightly grazing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I was pleased to see her nipples harden.
She gasped but didn’t say anything, her eyes now staring at the screen, so I boldly pushed my hand up under her T-shirt and over her naked flesh. Her breasts felt fantastic, soft yet firm, her nipples hard and inviting. I pulled her top up and lightly licked a nipple.
“Don’t you remember doing that to me?”
“Oh, maybe,” she sighed, and I could feel her reserve slip away.
“And this,” as I slathered it with saliva, my tongue dancing over her hardening nipple.
“Oh, yeah,” she breathed heavily. “That’s amazing, don’t stop.”
Her hand pushed the back of my head further in towards her. I crushed the other breast while sucking the one I was on, drawing the nipple out. She squirmed, her hand still between her thighs. I lifted her skirt and saw she’d pulled her G-string out of the way and had her finger sunk knuckle-deep inside her pussy.
Fuck, I hoped I was reading her right, that she wanted this as much as I did.
Eager to please, and not wanting her to think about what I was about to do, I grabbed hold of the fabric and with a quick tug ripped her panties right off her.