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First Class - Part 2

Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

prolonging the anticipation. With that single taste she was sold. She folded her lips and tongue around Celeste’s finger with a low, animal moan; never in her life had she tasted anything so raw, primal and sexy. Gently sucking and swirling her tongue over her friend’s finger, she tasted salt and honeysuckle and extra virgin olive oil and something else that she couldn’t identify, but which sang in her mouth and made her nipples tingle and her clitoris buzz. If she had to give it a name, she would say it was the taste of sex; not the taste of having sex, or the sweet afterglow of sex; but of sex yet to come; a potential future as yet unfulfilled. It was fresh and ripe and potent and strangely virginal. “Oh God,” Vicky breathed, “That’s what I want.” “Are you sure you want to keep the boys waiting?” Celeste asked, taking Vicky’s hand and helping her stand up. “What boys?” Vicky breathed. A wave of passion that had been building inside her finally crested and broke, washing away the last of her reticence. Still holding Celeste’s hand, she drew the redhead closer, lifting her chin and parting her lips to signal her intent. Celeste tilted her head to the side and met Vicky’s kiss; her lips small and moist and supple and unlike any man Vicky had kissed. Vicky’s nerve endings celebrated the new sensation of kissing a woman. She closed her eyes and allowed her hands to chart the foreign territory of Celeste’s body; her muscle-memory – so used to a man’s physique – told her ... that this was all wrong, but her hard nipples and soaking pussy lips sang with the news that it was not just right; it was wonderfully, breathtakingly right. She moulded her fingers over Celeste’s neat, round bottom and traced into her tiny, tight waist. She could feel the redhead’s full, firm breasts pressing against her own through their uniforms, but it wasn’t enough – she needed the feeling of skin on skin. Panting and kissing with mounting vigour, Vicky whispered “Please” as she began unbuttoning Celeste’s uniform and “Yes, God, yes” when the older woman responded in turn. Unbuttoned from neck to hem, the mini-dresses hung like coats; Vicky pulled the lapels open to gorge herself on Celeste’s naked perfection. Tentatively at first, she touched her body to Celeste’s, relishing the hard points of her nipples as every movement traced tiny arcs and swirls of erotic sensation on the sensitive undersides of her own breasts. As their bellies touched, Vicky stopped breathing and focussed all of her attention on her pussy; shaved and open and soaking wet and now just a few millimetres from the moist, pink folds of Celeste’s. Vicky felt the slightest brush of friction as their tiny patches of pubic hair met – so close now – it may have been imagination, but she thought she could feel the heat radiating from Celeste’s molten core. And then their lips touched. Instinctively, both women arched upwards to make contact at the steaming centre of their sex. Whimpering with passion and ...