Wendy the Baby Penis Clit Lesbian
Wendy and I have been friends forever, having lived a few houses apart since we were 8. Our birthdays are only 3 days apart, so naturally co-parties seemed a natural to our parents, who have played bridge together every Wednesday for years.
We’ve always gone to the same schools and known the same kids. Our families are close, so we go on vacations together a lot, too. And of course, we always spend Wednesday evenings together, wherever the bridge party isn’t. Anyway, being so close we seem to have matured together, as well: we seemed to start growing breasts around the same time, we both started our periods within the same month, stuff like that. It’s been really convenient for sharing clothes, since we’re close to the same size, too. Wendy’s boobs are a little longer than mine, but mine are rounder.
Probably the neatest thing is we’ve had each other to lean on for the emotional changes in becoming women. We consider ourselves to be women, starting high school and all, people maturing so much faster that they used to. Wendy, of course, is more strident than me. I call it strident. Like, when we were about nine, a lady down the street thought Wendy had taken something from her yard and spread a rumor. Of course Wendy hadn’t, and when she heard about the rumor, she marched right down there, knocked on the lady’s door, and told her what for! And only nine years old. I was so proud, since I could never have done that, especially to an adult and all.
Then there was the time she went on “a date” when she was 14 with Warren and he decided he should give her a hicky to prove to the other guys that he had been alone with her. She decided right then that she wasn’t going out with another boy till she was at least 20 since they were too immature, biting and all. I agreed, though never as firmly as Wendy, and we vowed to not date boys ‘till we turned twenty, ages from now.
Just a couple weeks ago, Wendy made another grand decision: bras are the invention of men and she isn’t going to wear one ever again. We were at her house after school today when she told me. She was changing her clothes, we’ve never been shy around each other that way, like sisters, and she took her blouse off and I was surprised she had no bra on, her boobs just, well, out there. She was so proud as she announced her decision to me, but I laughed till I almost cried when I saw the bandaids on her nipples. She said that was so the boys couldn’t tell she was bare underneath and make fun. I was rolling on the bed, I almost couldn’t breath, when she tried to take the bandaids off and was jumping all around ‘cause they were sticking so, pulling on her tender skin. Wendy is really pale and I think pale skin in more tender than darker skin like mine. I’m not like black or anything, but darker than Wendy. Anyway, her poor little boobs were all itchy from the bandaids for an hour. I said she should maybe wear a halter, or a tube, or maybe a tank-top under her blouse instead of using bandaids.
“That’s a great idea,” she said, rubbing the ends of her breasts . “Feel how raw my poor titties are,” she pouted, leaning toward me. I didn’t move, not sure what to do. We had touched each other when we were younger, like kids do, and spent time comparing our breast sizes as they grew, and examining how I had a little thicker pubic hair than Wendy’s as that came in, but not lately, not since we’d “grown up”.
She saw my hesitation. “Don’t worry, one touch won’t make you a lesbian or anything,” she joked. “And they won’t bite, like boys do.” She really hated hickies with a passion ever since that time with Warren. I carefully reached out a fingertip and touched the now pink skin near the end of her breast, sliding in a circle, ever smaller till I ran off the end of her nipple.
“Ooo, that feels different than when I do it,” she smiled. “I play with my nipples sometimes, to see how excited I can get, you know? But when you touch me, it’s a lot more exciting.” We had talked before about how sensitive our breasts were when touched, back when they where just getting going, but that had been a couple years ago probably. I thought it was neat how we could talk about everything together.
“You ought to go without a bra, Laura, at least sometimes. It feels really neat: free and loose. And, of course, sometimes your blouse will rub just right and feel sooo sexy. Of course, it can be distracting in the middle of class.” We laughed and then joked about getting excited in old Mr. Hickson’s history class.
“I don’t think I could get excited in his class even if my hands were on my boobs the whole time” I blurted out.
“You just don’t have the right technique, girl,” she said as she jumped to the bed. Then very secretly “I got some good advice from this book my mom has. I found it way up on the shelf in her closet, and it has pictures and lots of ideas. I tried several different ways till I found this one that feels sooo good. Then she continued more matter of factly, “I was looking for condoms cause mom keeps saying she won’t get pregnant again, but I hear them making it in there every once in a while. They wait till late when they think I’m asleep. Do you masterbate, I mean since we lost our virginity?”
Technically, neither of us were virgins anymore. But that’s another story, one we again went through together. I was glad to get the subject off of her parents, though, a picture I didn’t want in my head. But shifting to me was uncomfortable too.
“Sometimes,” I admitted. “It feels funny, a nice funny. But maybe you’re right. It probably depends on how you do it.”
“Well, I’ll show you the book tonight,” then she brought her hand up to my chin, “and maybe show you a thing or two,” she offered as she caressed my cheek.
pic”I bet you can, too.” I grabbed her hand in mine. “I bet you do it every night, don’t you?” I said smiling.
“Well, I only found the book last Friday.” And we both laughed.
The game was at my parents’ house, so we would have pizza at Wendy’s. I went home and tried not to think about tonight, or not let on to Mom that I was pre-occupied with it so she’d start asking what was on my mind. I loved her being concerned, but I was more grown than she new, and thought about things she would say “should wait till I was older”. I went down to Wendy’s just before dark, passing her folks coming to my house. They were holding hands like kids. The image of them in bed, her mom’s feet in the air, yelling oh baby! flooded my mind, and I was sure I blushed as we passed. They told me to hurry cause Wendy was waiting, they wouldn’t be too late, maybe 10:30 or 11:00 as usual.
Wendy let me in wearing her summer pajamas, pink shorties with a lacy thin top. Her boobs were apparent beneath the thin material. For some reason, I noticed them more after our talk this afternoon. Then she noticed me noticing, and struck a sway-back, push-em out pose, swaying her chest back and forth. “Like what you see, lady?”
“You tease. I just didn’t expect to see you in pajamas so early. Going to bed soon?”
She laughed her ‘I’m so sexy’ laugh. “We’ll see.”
We had pizza and sodas while watching some TV. Then Wendy left the room for a few minutes, I assumed in the bathroom, but she came back with her mom’s book she had mentioned this afternoon, “Loving Me, Loving You” it was called.
“I’ll clean up this stuff,” she said waving at the paper plates and napkins, “while you go get some pj’s on. Then I’ll show you the book.”
“I didn’t bring any pj’s,” I admitted. “I didn’t know I was spending the night. Can I borrow?” “Sure, you know where they are,” she said with a sweet smile. I really like Wendy. I ran up to her room and rummaged through her jama drawer, grabbing a pair of summer-light pajamas, shorties like Wendy’s, only yellow. I slipped out of my clothes, pausing to view myself in the mirror on the back of her door. I am thin, but athletic from the soccer we still play. My waist is longer than Wendy’s, but just as small, rounding to nice adolescent hips. I turned this way, then that, thinking I was probably sexy looking. Then trotted down stairs. I remembered what she had said about feeling loose and free without a bra and thought that was probably true, conscious now of my nipples rubbing inside the borrowed top.
We sat close together against the couch, as though we were watching a scary movie and each needed the comfort of the other. The book was all about a woman’s body and how to get yourself sexually excited. It was a woman alone at first, showing large color pictures just where everything was, and how it all worked, and how to stimulate your breasts, the most tender sensitive spots on a woman’s body, how to arouse yourself. Wendy pointed out the ways she had already tried. I was silent, feeling inexperienced, but definitely interested.
Later in the book it showed two women together, doing what the one had done for herself earlier, then going further. Wendy said this was where she had gotten her details about oral sex. Why did she need that kind of information, I wondered? I was entranced, though. I had heard of women together, but never imagined what I saw in these pages, in graphic color. The sensitive touching all over, the kissing, full on the lips, then with tongues, breasts being fondled, nipples being licked and kissed and sucked. I could feel my own body getting aroused, though it was new to me, in this way, beyond anything I had done in my own self-exploration. We turned the pages slowly, only murmuring at what we saw, though I could feel Wendy occasionally glancing toward me. She stopped for a long time on one page of photos, one woman spreading the other’s labia apart and putting her tongue into her, licking her clitoris as it got so big it looked like a baby penis, but more buried sort of, then pulling it with her lips, sucking it. There were other positions too, more than I can remember. I was almost overwhelmed by this new experience, intrigued, yet apprehensive. These women made it seem so loving, there looks were genuine and really seemed like they were lost in their senses, not like the stage bunnies in my dad’s Hustler in the garage. I surprised myself as I half imagined Wendy and myself in those pictures, holding each other, loving each other.
“I couldn’t show this to anyone else, you know,” Wendy looked at me with a warm, loving look. “I saw these women the first time and thought of you. Not old or anything like that” she smiled again, “and I am not proposing marriage or anything. But you know how close we are, how we can touch each other without worrying about it like most girls. I don’t know, I just thought of you.” I didn’t know what to say. I could see her emotions were very high, she was actually flushing, her cheeks and lips getting redder. I put my hand on her shoulder and admitted I was just thinking the same thing about her and I. Suddenly, she leaned toward me, and slowly, watching my eyes for permission, brought her lips close to mine. She looked at my lips, my mouth, my nose, then into my eyes again. She must have seen the submission I was feeling as she brought her lips to mine.
As we touched, I was surprised that I wasn’t nervous at all. I could tell Wendy felt the same, that for us this was ok, natural. I knew her lips would be soft. I mean, lips are always soft aren’t they? But this was really my first loving kiss, not a Mom or Dad kiss, not a congratulations girlfriend kiss. But a warm sensuous, loving sexy kiss. Wendy pulled away, and as we looked at each other, we smiled happily. As she leaned toward me again, I ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them, Wendy hesitated and smiled as I did it. Then we moved together, meeting lightly at first. She turned her torso slightly to face me as I leaned back on the foot of the couch.
We didn’t need to speak at all as we anticipated each others moves. Wendy steadied herself with one arm to the floor, her other hand rising to my cheek, while my hands reached out to circle her waist. When our lips came together again, they seemed to blend into one another, melting together as they spread open. My tongue was the first to emerge, I think surprising us both. I brushed past Wendy’s lips, then retreated, then meeting her eyes, returned further, sliding easily into her waiting mouth. I found her own tongue, gliding over it slowly, then around it. Our eyes met again as I pulled it out past her lips, Wendy chasing my tongue with hers. My eyes drifted closed as she spread her mouth over mine and I let her warmness dive deeply into me. I could sense our wetness blending as she searched excitedly over my soft wet inner skin. Then I playfully pulled her warm member in with a little sucking tug, nearly capturing her tongue. She sort of giggled, a funny sound without a tongue to help. We both couldn’t help but laugh at that.
After she calmed down, she looked at me more seriously. “It feels good kissing you. I wasn’t sure how it would be, kissing a girl and all, but I like it fine with you.” We both agreed it made us feel closer, more than friends. She described the sensation stirring in her breasts and vagina, a sort of tingling. I realized my hand was still at her side, my fingers idly skimming her ribs beneath her top. I raised my target slowly, finding the outer swell of her breast, circling below it towards her chest, the swelling increasing only slightly since gravity had little effect on her youngness. I rubbed the underside of her boob, slowly working up toward the tip, but before I got there she kind of shivered, sitting up straighter, but moving into my hand. Our eyes locked as I found her nipple, grasping it between my thumb and finger, massaging it gently. Her face came nearer, her lips drifted to my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth. Her hand outside her nighty covered mine within, applying more pressure.
“I think we should take this book upstairs,” she whispered, her mouth still against mine. “See what’s in there for us.”
“Mmm,” I mumbled through her lips. “Before your folks come home.” She drew away and glanced at the clock. Not quite 8 p.m. “Lots of time,” she said, then hopped up quickly, reaching down for my hand. I grasped her fingers and rose myself, and we headed for the stairs, one of her hands grasping mine, the other clutching the book. Wendy trotted ahead of me up the stairs. I noticed her tight little buns, how firmly they bounced, the slight sway to her hips. I had noticed these things before, but not with the same feelings, wanting to touch her, hold her. As she reached the top of the stairs she turned, backing toward her room, and grasped the bottom edge of her shortie top, beaming at me, then in one quick motion pulled it over her head and off, her eyelids drooping to a dreamy, sexy look. “Come into my boudoir,” she said, trying her best French accent. I made a little purring, growing sound as I ran toward her.
“Aaa!” she squealed, turning to run into her room. I followed on her heels, then “Wait!” she commanded as I got close, turning towards me. “You have to strip for me. Do a sexy dance.” She was being very commanding all of a sudden. I turned my head slightly, a sly smile on my lips, then began rocking my hips back and forth, seductively sliding my hands over my own breasts, then working my top upwards, slowly uncovering myself , then my top was over my head. Wendy “Ooo’d” and “Aaah’d”, flopping back onto the bed. I turned my back to her and continued moving my hips, bending at the waist, pushing my butt toward her as my fingers caught the edge of my pj bottoms and slowly eased them downward, exposing the top of my crack, then my cheeks. I bent my knees, squatting to the floor, pulling the pjs to my ankles, then straightened my knees quickly, leaving my hands and pjs on the floor, my nude butt staring at her.
“Yes!” She shouted. “I thought you were the shy one.”
I turned to face her as I stepped out of the discarded pajamas, fully nude before her. I had been at least partially nude in Wendy’s presence lots of times before, but I couldn’t remember being totally nude with her, not with these feelings, these desires. “Maybe love is making me crazy,” I countered as I moved toward her. “Love is not shy. Now, where is that book.”
She giggled. “I don’t need it for step one,” she offered. “Now lie here while I see how hard those nipples will get.” They were getting harder already, I thought, as I obeyed her and slide onto the bed. First I lay length wise, as I would to sleep, but she pulled my legs around to the edge of the bed, my butt barely on the surface, legs dangling over the edge. As she moved between my legs, I pulled my feet up onto the edge of the bed, Wendy spreading my knees to give her more room. She leaned over me, her hands sliding down my legs, first to my tummy, then up my sides to coax my arms up over my head, then slowly ran her fingers down through my tender underarms. I shivered as her touch began to re-awaken the sensations I’d felt downstairs. She fixed her attention on my breasts, her fingers gently circling them from base to tip, sending lightning up my spine. My eyes closed, I bite my lower lip, her hands covered me now, rubbing, kneading my soft flesh. I lowered my chin so I could see as she bent further, her lips spreading over my right nipple, the entire end of my breast disappearing into her mouth. I threw my head back again as I arched my back to meet her. She rubbed and nibbled hungrily, my nipple hardening and growing under her caressing. She sucked the dark nubbin upward, then let it escape her mouth, only to retrieved it again, and again. She worked the other nipple with her finger and thumb until she attacked it with her lips and tongue. No one had ever felt my breasts like this, certainly not with this sexual intent, and it was driving me wild.
She continued to nibble at my nipples as her hands slowly traced a path down my sides, back and forth around my waist, to my hips, down my thighs and back up to my waist, then down over my tummy to where my legs joined my abdomen. Her fingers slide down the creases where my thighs spread out, sliding to my crotch. She gently pushed my legs apart further as her mouth and tongue left my breasts, moving down my ribs, pausing to explore my navel. I lifted my head to watch as she licked her way past my tan line to my pubic hair, then grabbed it in her lips playfully. I smiled at her weakly, lowering my arms so I could reach out to her, to brush her cheeks with my fingers. She smiled up at me as she continued down my muff, her tongue slipping out to moisten my hair, playing at the top of my slit. “Oh Wendy,” I moaned. “Keep going,” I begged.
“You smell like you just had a shower,” she commented as she worked lower. I could only nod. She worked her tongue between my labia, spreading the lips, sliding up and down between me. “Oh!” I moaned louder as she came to rest just above my vagina, searching for and finding my clitoris. She worked the tip of her tongue like a finger, or a penis I thought, flicking and rubbing my clit, my hips beginning to rock, my whole stomach and abdomen contracting involuntarily to pull my crotch up to her face. My hands tugged her head closer to me. Then she spread her tongue down through my slit and back up, then slowly worked at the entrance to my vagina. The tip of her tongue just slightly penetrated me, then retreated, then pushed into me further. I felt like my whole body was burning, my vagina was starting to contract, then she pushed her tongue into me deeply, her face pushing against me hard. Suddenly I felt her sliding a finger into me, her tongue moving back to my clit. My body shuddered as she massaged upwards on my vagina, finding the tender base of my clit, sucking the end. Now two fingers were sliding in and out of me, fully up to her knuckles, first rubbing the top, then the bottom, reaching into me, spreading me. I could feel my pussy squeezing her fingers tightly as she reached for my cervex, her lips pulling my clitoris into her mouth. My mind was reeling, my body churning against Wendy’s face and hands. My vagina was pinching her fingers now, my hips rocking. I couldn’t control myself as I forced her face into me, all the muscles between my stomach and my knees it seemed were contracting. I was in a daze for what seemed like several minutes, I don’t know. Slowly, my body began to relax. I realized I was very wet down there, and Wendy continued to lick at me, almost lapping at my pussy. I was helpless, collapsed on the bed, as she began to nibble my clitoris again. It was so sensitive, my hips twitched with each touch of her tongue. Finally, she raised her face to mine, her mouth and chin smeared with my juices. She lay her breasts against mine as she brought her lips to my lips, her tongue to my tongue. I tasted my vagina as Wendy had done, from her mouth. I pressed my face to hers, sucking her tongue, pulling her into me, holding her close to me. We lay there for several minutes, holding each other, before I regained my composure, before my body would relax. “Wendy,’ I said, “I can’t believe it. I…..I couldn’t think….your tongue and fingers….God I couldn’t move.” She kissed my nose.
“Pretty good huh? I can’t believe how tight you got. My fingers were trapped there for a while,” she whispered, her hand gently touching my cheek, then brushing a wisp of hair from my forehead. “Very strong muscles down there girl.”
“I had no idea what it would be like. You hit all the right spots, that’s for sure,” I smiled dreamily at her. “You really attacked my pussy, girl. It’s all over you face,” I said as my fingered wiped a moist spot from her chin.
“Yours too.” she laughed. Then we kissed again, softly, emotionally.
“I want to do it to you,” I said to Wendy as she started to raise off of me. I wasn’t sure I could do what she had done, I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about doing it, but I wanted to try. I wanted to please her as she had me.
“Let’s rinse off some first,” she said, running her tongue over her lips, moving toward the bathroom. I could feel my climax leaving me, my exhilaration waning. I hoped I could keep my courage up to be as sexual, as uninhibited, as Wendy had. I felt like I had just gone along, riding the wave of emotion and physical pleasure she had given me, not really making a decision to make love like that. Now I wanted to make the decision to do it. With Wendy.
When I heard the shower going, I slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Wendy was just stepping into the tub as I came in. I watched her firm butt tighten as she tested the stream of water. Then she danced into the water with a squeal. “Ooo! It’s cold!” Her firm breasts jiggled as she bounced and turned under the spray, the light glistening off her wet skin. I sat down on the toilet to pee, and I just watched as she rinsed her head and face, then raised her arms and turned again to rinse each underarm. She squeezed out some liquid soap and began lathering herself, starting at her shoulders, moving through her underarms, around her sides and over her boobs. She seemed to linger there several moments, rubbing them, massaging her nipples, then moved down her front to her tummy, then her abdomen. She got more soap as she raised one leg to the edge of the tub, spreading her crotch. Her soapy hands dove between her legs, the one in front lathering her muff and inner thighs, the other going behind to her cheeks. She ran her fingers between her cheeks, pausing at her asshole to cleanse it thoroughly. Suddenly I looked up to her face and saw she was watching me watching her, and I blushed.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked with a smile.
I wiped myself, then stood by the sliding door. “It feels kinda funny, but yes, I am,” I admitted. She was rinsing herself as I joined her in the tub, feeling the cold water splashing on me. “Ooo, it is cold.” She smoothed her hair back as she stepped out of the stream toward me. “You’ll get used to it quick. It’ll make your nipples hard though,” she said, looking down at her own, flicking one with a fingertip. I could see they were really extended, bigger than usual. I watched as her hand came up to my chin, meeting her eyes as she gently slide across my cheek, to my neck and pulled my face to hers. Her lips were cool as they met mine. My eyes closed as our bodies came together, my arms instinctively circling her waist, our breasts pressing together. I could feel her hard wet nipples against me. She pulled her head back to look at me, our eyes meeting, a smile on her lips. Then her tongue slide out to touch the end of my nose, making me giggle, then she flicked it at my lips, and I nipped at it in fun. She moved close to me again and pushed her tongue between my lips, and I welcomed her warmness as it slide between my lips, and I sucked it deep within, her lips spreading over mine. Wendy began rubbing her chest against me, our breasts mashing together, her nipples occasionally moving against mine. I could feel my excitement growing again. She pulled her face away. “You get finished while I look through the book for something exciting for you to do to my squeeky clean body,” then she gave me a quick kiss and slipped out of the shower. I jumped into the cold water and rinsed myself quickly. I had taken a shower before I came over, but spent time washing my crotch anyway. I wondered what Wendy would come up with for me to do. I was still in wonder at what we were doing tonight, and surprised how much I was enjoying it. The feelings of guilt I had expected had melted away, along with my vanity. I had allowed Wendy to touch me everywhere, my most private areas, exploring me with erotic abandon, and loved it. I was actually excited just thinking about doing the same to Wendy. I was a little apprehensive, maybe, but very willing. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack.
I dried myself as I walked back into the bedroom. Wendy was flipping through her mother’s book as I approached.
“Hmmm,” she murmured. “This looks really nasty, erotic. I’d feel really exposed in that position, I think.” I looked over her shoulder at a picture of two women on a bed, one with her back against the headboard. The other woman was laying on the bed in the opposite direction, pillows piled under her butt to raise it in the air, one leg stretched up the wall, the other bent at the hip back toward her head. She was sort of resting on her shoulders, her crotch spread upwards before the other woman’s face. The first woman was looking down on the other’s crotch, one arm around the other’s hips, her other hand at the woman’s vagina, spreading her labia so her tongue could enter her. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
“Talk about full access, huh?” Wendy smiled at me. “That’s what I want you to do, till I scream in ecstasy. Will you?” She looked at me excitedly. I was amazed at her abandon. She would be not just nude, not just showing her pussy to me, but presenting it like a drinking fountain.
“Gosh”, I said. “I guess so. I haven’t ever played with someone else like this, you know. So I’ll be guessing some.”
“What I did to you felt good, right?” She responded, encouragingly. “Just massage my clit and vagina like I did. You’ll do fine. God, I’m half excited already just looking at this picture. Let me get some more pillows.” She was up like a shot, trotting to the hall linen closet. I watched her thin athletic body prancing through the house, getting excited myself. Then she was back with two more pillows. She piled them on her own pillow, then climbed onto the bed, feet toward the headboard, raising her rear-end into the air on top of the pile of pillows. As she slide closer to the headboard, raising herself higher she turned her head to me, and reached out to my hand, coaxing me onto the bed. “Come on”, she smiled. I crawled to her side on my hands and knees, then bent over her face, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her lips. My hand went to her breasts, massaging then firmly. She responded with moans of pleasure as I rubbed a nipple between my fingers. Then I kissed my way down her neck, to her chest, and attacked her breasts with my mouth. I wanted to be gentle, but she told me “harder, harder.” When her nipples were very hard, I moved to give her another long, deep kiss, forcing my tongue deeply into her mouth. I could tell she was getting excited now, pulling on my tongue with her lips, grabbing my boobs as I slide my right hand up to her crotch. I rubbed her muff firmly, then spread my fingers over her vagina and slide back and forth from her muff to her cheeks, feeling ever inch of her most private areas. Then I pulled my tongue out of her mouth and rose up, moving to the head of the bed. I positioned myself so I could lean over her crotch, between her spread legs. Her pussy was wide open to me, every feature exposed and turned up to me. I slowly fingered her pubic hair, sliding down to her labia, spreading them as I had watched her do to me. Her clitoris was there for me. I slowly ran my finger between her folds as my face closed on her clit. I could smell her first, a clean washed smell from the shower, along with her womanly fragrance. Then I tasted her, as my tongue reached out and landed, I felt a rush of feeling flood through me. I was fully engrossed in exploring Wendy, feeling her, tasting her.
I licked her clit, then her pussy, then nearly to her ass, then back again to her vagina. She was moaning now, her hand found my thigh and was gripping me. I nibbled her clit for a few moments, feeling it firm under my tongue, seeing it grow. Then I slowly pushed my warm soft tongue into her pussy, then back out, then in deeper, back and forth, deeper and deeper, until my mouth was pressed hard against her, my tongue exploring her as deeply as possible. She was wriggling under me now, her hips pulsing, moaning loudly. I slide my tongue out of her and straight back to her clit, wrapping my lips around it, pulling and sucking it, driving Wendy wild. My hand had gone between her cheeks to massage the tender skin between her holes, my forefinger coming to rest at her asshole, circling it, but she was dry. I pulled my face back to dribble some spit there, rubbing it into her ass with my finger, gently penetrating her. “Oh God!” she yelled. “Oh!” I slowly increased my pressure as I moistened her more, entering her ass fully, then retreating, then entering her again. Wendy’s hips began rocking, she was yelling at me to do it, do it. I again attacked her clit and vagina with my mouth and tongue. Then as she was pumping her hips quicker and quicker, I slid my thumb into her pussy and pressed it against my finger in her ass, sliding them both in and out of her holes. My lips pulled on her clit as she climaxed, my mouth against her.
Her pussy was moist since I started but became wet in a hurry. Her hand on my thigh gripped me strongly as she winced and screamed in pleasure. I watched as her face twisted, hers eyes shut tight, her other hand squeezing her own breast. Her clit was firm between my lips, her juices covering my mouth and chin and cheeks, her pussy and her asshole pinching hard on my finger and thumb. I knew she was climaxing, that I had brought her to the point of oblivion I had felt. I stayed with her for what seemed like several minutes as she contracted on my thumb again and again. Finally I pulled my finger from her ass first, but continued to slowly rub her pussy and lick her clit until she began to relax. Then I pulled away from her and turned my body till I faced her, her eyes dreamily gazing at me, and I bought my mouth to hers, pushing my tongue covered with her juices deep into her mouth. I could tell she was responsive, but weak with erotic exhaustion. Somehow she had gone to the edge of feeling under my touch. I was so happy for her, and proud. I helped her off the pile of pillows to lie beside me, and we held each other. We lay there for quite some time, looking at each other, kissing occasionally, caressing each others faces, breasts, abdomens, thighs, muffs, but mostly just holding. We were both taken by surprise, I think, by our sex that night. Knowing we were close friends, knowing we wanted to experience our first sex together, but not dreaming how deeply we would arouse each other. How close we would feel now. I could see in Wendy’s eyes that she felt more for me than she had before, closer, a part of me. And I felt the same toward her.