In her room, pt. 2

Julie is caught by surprise. She never imagined kissing her best friend, much less another girl. As Amy's hands move down Julies back and over her ass, she feels her tongue begin to slip past her lips. Julie gaps deeply and savors the soft texture of the tongue. Amy squeezed her butt cheeks and gently pulls their hips closer together. Julie is standing in suspended animation. Frozen by fear, yet locked into the pleasure of the moment that has open an entirely new world to her. She does not struggle to breakout of Amy's kiss, but neither does she reciprocate the passion. They both open their eyes, still embraced. Looking deeply into each others gaze. Amy is the first to break away. Quickly looking down at her feet, she apologizes and begins to adjust the garter belt on Julie's waist. Trying to draw attention away from the few seconds spent in heaven, but what seemed to be a lifetime.

"Uhmmm...yeah....this will fit you just fine. Not to high on your waist, and the straps are short enough to not show under your skirt. Your are going to wear a skirt with this, right?"

Julie has now gone flush and clammy. She is stunned and query about what just happened. Her heart is still trying to catch up with the butterflies in her stomach. With Amy still tinkering with the garter belt, Julie grabs Amy by her petite wrist and stares at her. Amy is as flushed as Julie feels, noticing tiny beads of sweet under her eyes and about her forehead. She places Amy's hand on delicately on her breast. Her nipples engorged to the limit, aching to be touched. The palm of Amy's hand barely brushes across the pink bud, sending an avalanche of shivers down from the nape of the neck, thru her spine to her lightly clad pussy. Radiating out to her breast, her ribs, her hips, even down her legs to her toes. She had never felt like this ever. EVER. The closet she came to this was a rollercoster ride at a park when she was 12. It sent the same shivers to through the same regions of her body. Not even when she saw Michael in his jeans and dress shirts. Amy told her that he had an ass of a god, and with ass like that; she knew that he could pleasure her until she fainted.

They continued to look at each other. Both waiting for the other to, again break away, and segway into another set of actions or reactions.

"Why did you kiss me?" Julie was still holding Amy's wrist. "What do I say now? I'm lost. I don't know what to say. I'm all confused now." Julie moved to the edge of the bed to sit, Amy now holding Juile's arms to support her incase she fell over from the overwhelming amount of emotions. She knelt in front of her, placing her hands on Julies silk covered thighs, rubbing them, enjoying the smooth thin strands of silk.

"I'm sorry, Julie, I just though it would be ok. I just got ahead of my self. With all that we've been talking about tonight. Boys, kissing, touching, and how you want Michael to be your first. It just all got me worked up. And then, not to mention how hot you look in my lingerie. I mean. You look so fucking hot, with all that lace, and barely black silk on your legs. I mean look at you! You're fucking hot!" She crept toward her virginal pussy. The pubic hair as soft a down and scent as sweet as spring flowers. Her hot breath moved towards that fresh pussy. Julie could feel it. The hot breathe. It drove her mad. She could not sit still and began to wiggle about on Amy's bed. Grinding her hips towards Amy. Praying that Amy would slide her hands up her thighs, towards her pussy. She is spreading her legs a bit wider, moving towards that hot breath. Her mind was awash with new imagines, of Michael kissing her and how she let him place his hand over her cotton covered pussy that one night in his truck.

Amy's breath raced as fast as Julie's heart was beating. As for Amy, she had never been this close to another girl. She had never been attracted to other girls, but had seen girls have sex with each other before. She and her ex-boyfriend Alex would watch porn form Alex's stash. She would watch the girls good down on each other and then the guy would fuck one of them doggie style. Alex would try to get Amy and one of her friends to join in a threesome. But it was too much for Amy to think about. She had asked one of her older sisters, Pam, about a threesome, knowing that her sister had many boyfrieds. She told Amy that it was the best feeling in the world. Knowing that two men desired her to the point to share her with another man. Amy ask is she had ever been in a threesome with another girl. To that her sister answered that only a girl knows what another girl wants.
Now Amy had her pussy eaten out by Alex and he was fairly good about it. I mean he did maker her cum. She knew what felt good and how to hard she like to have her clit nibbled on, how far she like a finger inside her, and how to reach for that smooth bump just under there clit from inside her pussy. How it made her feel like she was going to piss her self every time Alex put gentle pressure on it.


Amy placed her lips over Julies mesh covered pussy. The hot breath making Julie's already sopping wet pussy even wetter. Julie thrashed her head back, letting out a gasp of pleasure and she felt the pressure of Amy's mouth. Julie thrust her hips towards Amy's mouth. Begging her to continue. Begging her to unbind her from the thin mesh that stood between Amy's lips and indescribable pleasure that she could only imagine. She didn't care that it was a girl, much less her best friend, or Michael between her legs. At this moment in time, all she wanted was to cum. Cum hard and release the pressure from between her legs. Amy continued to nuzzle between Julies legs. Gently kissing her pussy, nibbling on the mesh panties. As she did, she would occasionally tug on Julie's pussy lips, pulling them as she tugged on the mesh. Each tug, each exhaled breath, each pass of her lips over her pussy, brought Julie closer to her first orgasm that was not created by her grinds her pussy on the edge of the bed. Or humping her favorite teddy bear, not to mention the old fashion way; one finger barely inside her tight pussy.

She moved her hands down to Amy's head, pushing it hard towards her thrusting hips. She was fucking Amy's face like she would fuck her teddy bear, after one of those never ending make-out sessions in Michael's Truck. Her frustration is starting to build, panting, grunting in a primal way, hoping that Amy would shove her tongue inside her pussy. She is fucking her face.
Thrusting.
Grinding.
Crying.
But Amy has a locked into doing what is doing. She knows that it is driving Julie wild. The level of concentration is so intense, that she can not feel the pain of Julie pull on her hair, nor can she hear her silent whimpers and gasps of passion. All she can feel is Julies hips and pussy grind away on her mouth. She shares the same thoughts. She would love to taste Julie. Be the one to release the monster inside her. The one to turn the Madonna into the whore. Be her the one to show her about the pleasures of the flesh. Be her first. She knows that Julie will let Michael fuck her after the dance, but not before Amy shows her how to enjoy the pleasures that Michael will introduce to her. Yanking Amy's head violently off between her legs, Julie summons enough energy to speak.

"Eat my pussy. Please eat it. I want your lips on my pussy. I want you to fuck me with your tongue." The rise and fall of her chest can be seen. She is out of breath, but has the look of determination that is cold, and makes Amy pause. She can not break free of her gaze.

"Are you sure you want to do this? What about Michael? Don't you want him to be your first?"
Amy begins to softly pull the mesh thong to one side, freeing Julies swollen pussy lips. They are pink and wet. She can feel them pulsate, as the side of her thumb strokes each lip covered in the fine little strands of hair on Julies pussy. With each pass draws more and more of Julie's juice towards the outside. Buy doing so, Amy is ensuring that there is enough wetness. Just as Julie begins to feel her dampness begin to flow, Amy breaks thru Julies pussy lips with her middle finger.

A huge gasp of air, as if she was awash at sea emanates from deep inside Julies chest. Her eyes roll back into her head. They widen as she enjoys the pleasure and pain of Amy's finger. It has barely penetrated her lips, but she can not help how sensitive she feels down there.

"Did that hurt?", as her finger reached deeper into that hot, warm pussy. Deeper that Julie had ever thought of going. Amy's finger tip went right for the swollen bud. Her smooth, round and bursting G-spot.

"Does that hurt? Want me to stop?"

"No. No......mmmmmm fuck. More please.........more"