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Heather knelt erect and pulled her own top off, caressing her small breasts for the other girl's benefit. Heather ran her fingertips lightly across the soft skin above the front panel of Christine's suit bottoms.
"I want you to take these off," he said.
Christine swallowed hard. Heather was now able to see the dark stain spreading across the green fabric.
"Why?" she asked, her voice was small.
"You have to take them off so I can lick your pussy," Heather said. "Take them off now."
Christine slowly hooked her thumbs into the strings that rose over her thighbones, arched her back and moved them down slightly. The release of pressure on the fabric caused the strings to shoot down a few inches, eliciting a squeak from the girl. No more of her nakedness was exposed, the front panel of the suit did not move, but she nearly snatched the sides back up.
Heather smiled as she tugged at the sides of Christine's suit. She scissored her legs shut, trapping it after it revealed her sex. She had told the truth; there was just a small tuft of brown hair where her thighs met.
"H-Heather, I don't know..."
Heather didn't say a word. She bent down and started kissing Christine's abdomen, breathing in the clean soap smell of her flesh. Her lips drifted across the girl's bellybutton and she dipped her tongue in, allowing its natural quaver to do the work of exciting her.
She remembered what Kitten told her...
"It's like the bit from `The Meaning of Life,'" Kitten said. "You don't have to stampede right in for the clitoris."
Kitten was lounging on her side between Eva's thighs, one leg thrown over her shoulder. She was stroking the German girl's abdomen with the back of her fingernails, causing her to squirm. Heather sat next to them, gazing intently at the naked girl's spread pussy.
"But I like that," she said.
"Of course you do," she said. "You can make her pop in a minute but that's not what you want to do if you've got more time. You want to draw it out of her, not hit her over the head with it. Now, breathe on her, just below her navel."
Heather leaned down and blew against Eva's stomach, causing her to giggle. Kitten made a clucking sound, shook her head and gently pushed the American girl away. "Don't blow on her. You have to persuade, talk to her skin. Like this, take my place."
The wide living room of the Maas home was filled with people. Steven stood next to a long massage table running his hands over his wife, Denise. He was using very expensive, very rare oil on her naked skin that was slightly pinkish. Heather could hear he was speaking Italian, something that drove Denise wild.
The Admiral sat in a low-backed chair with his hands tied securely to the back legs. Catherine stood over him, slowly lowering herself onto his massive cock. She would stop after every few inches, allowing her pussy to adjust to its size. The tall brunette growled as more and more of the man entered her. She was wearing the officer's hat.
In the corner of the room, Heather could see Penny lounging on her back as she stroked herself with a small silver vibrator. Directly in front of her was an olive-skinned girl gripping the carpet with white-knuckled hands. The rest of her was obscured behind one of the overstuffed sofas in the room, but the look of shock and fear on her face told Heather exactly what was happening to her. Penny nodded, yes yes yes, and the girl, pushed from behind, jerked forward and let out an agonized shriek.
Heather traded places with Kitten, placing her cheek against Eva's thigh. Kitten positioned herself behind Heather and gently parted her legs a few inches.
"You've got such nice skin," Kitten said.
Suddenly, Heather felt a heat on the backs of her legs. It was a spreading, liquid feeling that made her insides quiver. She wasn't being touched, she couldn't feel the woman's breath on her, but something was causing an intense reaction in her flesh. She moaned and laid her forehead on Eva's stomach.
"Oh, god!"
The heat spread, igniting all of the small hairs on her buttocks and causing the small of her back to spasm. She could feel herself beginning to trickle down her thighs. Kitten ran her hands up the back of Heather's thighs, pulling them apart without really pushing at her skin.
Kitten ran the tip of her tongue along the precise valley between the edge of Heather's vulva and the muscle in the back of her right leg. She repeated on the left before laying her palm on Heather's abdomen fingers forward, the heel just barely touching her cleft. Heather let out another long moan as Kitten pushed the tip of her tongue deep into Heather's pussy.
"It's all about preparation," she said between long licks. "You've got to warm the plate before you start eating."
Christine whimpered and writhed as Heather worried the small hairs on the front of her thighs with her tongue. Both hands gripped the pillows on Heather's bed; she had long since pulled the contoured sheet loose of the corners of the mattress. Her squirming had wound the green g-string around her knees like a rope.
"Oh please," she wailed.
Heather looked up and smiled, "Please what?"
The girl's eyes were wild with arousal. Her curly hair, ground against the bed had mashed itself into a corona around her head. "P-please, do it."
Heather sat back on her heels on the bed and smiled as she ran her hand along her friend's stomach, causing her to shudder, "Do what, honey?"
Christine looked directly at her friend, "Lick my pussy, Heather."
Heather nodded and unknotted the g-string from the girl's legs and pulled it off. She grazed the tuft of hair between Christine's legs with the back of her fingernails, feeling just a hint of her humidity before she parted her legs, leaned in and kissed her there.
The girl let out a strangled cry as Heather began rhythmically lapping at the folds of her sex, grinding her tongue further and further in. Christine was already phenomenally aroused and her clit was peeking well out beyond the hood that hid it, making Heather's job all the easier.
She gently pushed a finger inside her friend and then another as the girl stretched to accommodate her. Heather could feel her virginity and took gentle care not to disturb it too much. There will be time enough for that, she thought, later.
Christine's cries had turned to mute babbling. Her fingers were twined into Heather's hair, alternately pushing and pulling her head against her pussy. She had been aroused before, of course, and once had almost managed to masturbate herself to orgasm against the edge of her bed at home, but she had never before felt the powerful sensations she was feeling now.
Heather's fingers came into contact with something inside her, something new and she felt a strange movement, a new muscle tensing within the core of her. Christine wanted to say something then. She wanted to warn Heather, but what came out of her mouth made no sense as her hips bucked off the mattress and her world burst open in a wet throb.
Heather knew without being told and slithered up to lay beside the brunette, laying kisses on her arms as she did. She waited, quietly, while her friend's shaking subsided. It did, and then the two spent a few minutes silent. It felt appropriate to Heather.
Christine turned toward her, adjusting her posture to accommodate her breasts, "That was incredible. I feel so..."
"I know," Heather said. "It's like..." The phone rang out in the hallway, interrupting her thought. She got up from the bed and went out to answer it. Christine lay on the bed alone, unable to hear the conversation.
For a second she felt a bolt of fear, the first since she allowed her friend to kiss her, to undress her, the first since she felt her mouth touch her pussy. She had worried what Dave Warren might say to his friends about their briefest of contacts earlier. That was nothing compared to the idea of what might be said if people heard she had been fucked by another girl.
But it was just a second, a flash of emotion that was gone as quickly as it came. Heather came back into the room, as bare-breasted and beautiful as she had been a moment before when she left to answer the phone. Christine smiled, "Who was that?"
"My mother. She's going to be staying over at grandma's tonight," Heather said as she stepped out of her blue bikini bottoms to reveal her bare pussy. "That means we've got all night."
She slipped over to the bed and laid down next to Christine, kissing the girl full on the mouth as they sank into each other's embrace. They tumbled in place, sliding against each other. Christine ventured a hand downward to touch her friend, and giggled at the soft feel of hairless flesh.
"We could do that for you too, you know," Heather said as she warmed to the girl's touch.
"I was wondering if we could, you know, do it with a boy too. Like you said you did with your friend in Brazil?"
Heather smiled and kissed her nose, "Christine, for you we can do it with a man."
TO THE READERS: This is the last chapter in the "Good Girl" series. Big thanks to everyone who read it and even bigger thanks to everyone who wrote with encouragement. It means a lot to a writer to hear feedback, it's meant a lot to us to hear from those of you who got back to us. Thanks again, and keep supporting Nifty.
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