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About twelve hours later . . .
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Heather was having the most fantastic dream. She was lying on the beach back in Fort Lauderdale and the beach was deserted except for her. The sun was just rising and lighting up the water, warming Heather’s skin and soothing her worries. She was wearing a fairly cute bathing suit that consisted of stretchy short-shorts and a bikini top. The waves were getting closer and closer. She could feel the warm water tickling her toes. On the next pass they worked their way up to her calves, the backs of her knees, her thighs and finally her butt. It splashed up and lapped at her crotch. Then it lapped at her crotch again.
Heather opened her eyes just in time to feel the pressure building inside her. There was a Laurie-sized lump under the covers between Heather’s legs, and she felt the lapping at her crotch continuing. But she knew it wasn’t the waves; rather, it was a beautiful blonde-haired girl. Heather had no idea how long the girl had been down there and she didn’t much care. This was a great way to get woken up.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered as the wave after wave of pleasure splashed through her veins and onto Laurie’s face. You couldn’t have removed the smile from her face with a crowbar. As the pleasure subsided, she felt Laurie’s lips kissing their way up her abdomen, pausing to tease Heather’s nipples, and the continuing their journey up Heather’s neck. The blonde girl had a devilish countenance when her head finally emerged from beneath the covers, and Laurie’s lips finished their journey when they contacted Heather’s.
“Good morning,” she said before kissing Heather long and hard.
Heather wrapped her arms around Laurie and hugged her as tightly as she good. She flexed her hands, finding out that they were still fairly sore. But they were bruised, not broken. “What time is it?” It was the first day of classes after the break, and . . . and she had no desire whatsoever to get out of bed.
“Seven o’clock,” Laurie returned as she started nibbling on Heather’s earlobe. The blonde girl sighed. “Do we have to go to school today? Can’t we just play hookie and get around to me making things up to you?”
“I think you’ve already had a good start at that,” Heather said with a contented smile. She had heard guys talk about how great it was to get woken up by a blowjob, but she wondered if it could EVEN compare to what she had just experienced. “Listen, don’t worry about ‘making things right.’ Almost by definition, if we keep holding on to what happened, we won’t be able to let go and move on.”
“Okay,” Laurie moped. “But seriously, I’ve only got the two classes today, and . . .”
“I’ve got three. I can’t miss all of them.”
“How are you even going to take notes?” Laurie asked, gently taking one of Heather’s bandaged hands in her own.
Heather hadn’t thought about that. “I’ll take a tape recorder, and I can borrow notes on anything that gets put up on the blackboard.”
Laurie started sucking on Heather’s neck. “Can’t we at least skip advanced composition this morning? We were a week ahead on the reading anyway,” Laurie said, the continued her gentle attentions.
Heather was moaning. ‘It wouldn’t really kill us to skip ONE class,’ she thought. “Wait,” she said at last, breathing heavily. “Laurie, I actually would love for us to . . . you know, but I’m in no condition,” she added, holding up her hands.
“That’s alright,” Laurie said with a wicked grin. “I know you don’t want me ‘making things up’ to you, but there’s something I’d really like to do that takes no real effort on your part. We lost a week of vacation. Let’s give ourselves this morning at least.
Heather was considering objecting, but Laurie pushed aside the covers and undid her nightshirt, letting those pendulous breasts come free. Heather gulped. Laurie offered one of them to Heather’s lips, and the dark-haired girl realized she wasn’t going anywhere for a while. She sucked on those nipples with great relish. She’d missed those breasts. Laurie moved over so Heather could access the other tit, letting her lick, tongue and nibble the nub to her hearts delight. Laurie began fingering her own sex as Heather feasted of the blonde girl’s buoyant bounty.
Laurie pulled her weighty melons away, despite Heather’s leech-like like suction on one of the nipples. Laurie kissed her way back down her girlfriend’s torso until she was able to bury her tongue back in Heather’s pussy. Heather put her hands at her sides, realizing she was pretty much defenseless to stop Laurie. That was if she wanted to. And that was a big ‘if.’ She was still pretty tender down there from her ‘good morning’ orgasm, so it didn’t take much for Laurie to get her all hot and bothered again. Laurie’s tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Laurie snaked her tongue around Heather’s clit and squeezed it like a snake would constrict its prey. Laurie thought about the snake tattoo that crossed Heather’s shoulders and down her arms, and was grateful that she could forward to being coiled up for a long time to come. But first, she had to show Heather just how far she was willing to go to make the singer happy.
Laurie stopping playing with herself long enough to bring both hands to work on Heather’s pussy. She placed her thumbs on either side of the swollen outer lips and began rubbing them slowly. Heather gasped as she felt herself getting a pussy-massage. ‘Is there anything she can’t do with those hands?’
After a few minutes of gentle stimulation, and the occasional tongue flick to the clit, Laurie inserted her thumbs into the slit and began pulling gently at Heather’s vaginal walls. Soon, Heather felt like a short, fat dildo was stretching her to her limits. ‘How long has she been thinking about this?’ Heather asked of herself. ‘This is nice!’ Laurie had sunk her thumbs all the way into Heather’s body until her palms basically cupped Heather’s opening, and those thumbs were working magic in her pussy.
Laurie knew that she would remember the expression on Heather’s face for the rest of her life. The normally cynical girl’s face had been lighted up with pleasure and blushing and that sexy coat of sweat that people could only really achieve during lovemaking. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, and Laurie could almost see her heated breath flowing out onto her lips. Laurie was doing that . . . she was bringing that kind of joy to the person she loved. And she was just getting started.
The blonde girl withdrew her thumbs and replaced them with two fingers from her right hand, while her left hand drifted to Laurie’s own box and began pleasuring it. Laurie finger-fucked Heather for a while before inserting a third finger. Then a fourth. She had Heather’s opening get pushed and prodded in every direction possible.
Heather probably should have suspected what was going on, but her pleasure centers were on overload and she really wasn’t up to questioning her girlfriend’s tactics. Then she felt knuckles on the inside of her vaginal opening.
“Wha . . . You can’t be . . . serious,” she groaned as Laurie’s hand pushed inward.
“Serious enough to research it on the Internet,” the blonde returned huskily. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time we were together, and I want to give you pleasure you’ve never imagined.” Her gaze softened a bit. “I want to be your first for something, and I don’t want anything coming between us.” Then a fire lit up behind those baby-blues. “And now I’m inside you,” she cooed as her hand pushed further into Heather’s body, “and there’s nothing between us. Not space . . . not skin . . .” She pushed her hand a little deeper and Heather’s pussy swallowed it whole.
Heather’s hands went almost instinctively to try and repel the invader, but she didn’t have the strength in them to grip Laurie’s arm. She had never felt so stretched . . . so full. She never even imagined anything like she was experiencing. There had been pain for sure, when that normally delicate hand had spread her opening further than it had ever been before. But after the seconds turned to minutes, she understood what it was like to have someone ‘inside’ of her. Laurie was claiming the dark-haired girl as her own, and Heather doubted Laurie truly realized it. Her spine was writhing like an eel and she placed her hands on the side of her head, debating whether to pass out or scream to the rafters. Laurie had begun rolling her knuckles on Heather’s interior vaginal walls and stretching her fingers as much as she could. Then one knuckle hit a very special place, and Heather gasped.
Laurie couldn’t tell if her lover was in pure ecstasy or just really surprised based on that look. Then the girl’s cheeks flushed. ‘So that’s what she’d look like if she just wore some blush,’ Laurie thought. Then the corners of Heather’s mouth started creeping upward and her eyes glazed over. Laurie grinned. ‘Oh, I’ve got you now,’ she thought as she rolled her knuckles again. Heather gasped. The blonde girl’s masturbation became almost frantic as Laurie strove to get herself and Heather off at the same time. She almost succeeded, but Heather’s climax hit the girl like an avalanche and the dark-haired girl’s muscular form twisted and turned as she was enveloped by sexual bliss. Her stretched opening feebly clamped down on Laurie’s wrist as Heather started a series of high pitched moans that came out in gasps.
Heather was so high that she had passed cloud nine about five minutes earlier. She was pretty sure she was hallucinating, but it was almost as if her pleasure had become visible and covered her eyes like a veil. It was more than she could have ever imagined, and it seemed to be happening over and over again.
Laurie was amazed. She had never seen someone have multiple orgasms before, at least not in such close proximity. Alice claimed that Freddie was capable of them, but Laurie hadn’t been there for that. She had been in saloon fucking the same woman she was fucking right now. That thought pushed Laurie over the edge as she brought herself to orgasm. With one hand buried in Heather, she leaned over and rested her blonde head on her lover’s leg as she climaxed herself. Over her own heavy breathing, she heard Heather speak.