Chapter 17

In an instant, Katie had pulled it up and over her head. She sat there holding it bunched up on her lap.

Cynthia looked at her girlfriend’s upper body. Slim. Her skin was smooth, but darker-toned than her own. Narrow shoulders. Thin but strong arms. Athletic due to almost fifteen years in competitive gymnastics. Skinny but not boney in the least. Slender. As she sat there, her body exuded a calm grace.

Cynthia had always marveled at the things Katie could do on the parallel bars and that horse thingie and those rings on ropes – whatever they were. Looking at her body anew, she could fully appreciate Katie’s dedication to her sport.

Her eyes continued up Katie’s long neck and to her face framed my straight, brown-ish hair. Her face was plain, there’s no way around that, but somehow captivating. Dark, expressive eyes and a tiny turned-up nose with a few faint freckles sprinkled across the bridge. Cynthia had always felt that Katie had a very quiet beauty about her. She definitely was seeing it, now.

And, of course, her tits!

Her tits were perfect. They stood out slightly from her delicate chest with the size and shape of small pears. The skin of her tits were ever so lighter than the rest of her skin and looked like satin. They seemed to almost shimmer and glow. Small, hard nipples sat dead center on each one. Petite points of flesh just begging to be sucked and pulled. Cynthia thought they were just perfect.

Katie, becoming increasingly self-conscious, finally covered her breasts with her balled up shirt and asked, “What?”

“You’re perfect,” Cynthia stated.

“No, I’m not. I’m too skinny, my boobs are too small, and I’m ugly. Not pretty like you.”

“First off, you’re beautiful. Gorgeous! I wish I was as thin as you. And your tits...” Cynthia shook her head as if in disbelief of what she was seeing, “Your tits are fucking perfect. Look at them!”

Cynthia reached out and touched one. “Fucking perfect!” she repeated.

“Ha!” Cynthia yelled. “You’re blushing so hard that your tits are turning red!”

Katie threw her shirt at Cynthia and they both laughed.

“Come here,” Cynthia said.

Katie moved up the bed and Cynthia wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down. Katie felt Cynthia’s full lips on her breast. It felt like her tongue somehow wrapped itself around her nippple like an octopusses tentacle and pulled the tiny nub into her waiting mouth. Cynthia sucked on it so hard that Katie’s eyes widened in surprise. Then with a wet popping sound, let go of it.

“I love you, Katie-bear.”

“Oh, I love you, Cynthia!” And they kissed passionately, both realizing that in their comfortable move from best friends to girlfriends, this was actually their first real kiss as lovers.

“Wow! Fucking perfect!” Cyn, again, told Katie.

Slightly embarrassed, but very much pleased, Katie said, “Now, if it pleases the Queen, may I continue?”

Cynthia waved a hand, “You may.”

Katie bent back over and started to trace the tiny blue lines of Cynthia’s tits with the tip of her tongue. They both felt Katie’s tiny nipples drag across Cynthia’s skin and both of their pussies got wetter.

Neither of them knew how much time had elapsed, but at some point, Katie sat back up and looked at Cynthia. Cynthia gazed back at her with eyelids that had grown heavy with the buzz of prolonged sexual stimulation and a bit of a food coma. Between her body’s efforts to digest all of the food packed into her and her brain’s struggle to process all of the erotic excitement, Cynthia felt like she was floating in a dream. She couldn’t even speak.

Katie smiled and stood up. Cynthia’s blurry eyes followed her as she walked to the foot of the bed, watched her climb up and crawl between her stretched out legs, and was coherent enough to slightly lift her hips while Katie pulled her boxers down and off. Katie placed each of her hands under each of Cynthia’s legs and pulled up a little. Coming out of the haze, Cynthia bent her legs up bringing her heels almost to her ass. As things started to fog over again, she felt Katie’s hands on her inner thighs gently pushing them apart.

Then she felt Katie’s tongue on her pussy and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Although she wanted to linger at her girlfriend’s meaty thighs, generously curved hips, and the slight roundness of her lower belly – all of it so incredibly sexy to Katie – she also wanted to dive right into that plump pussy staring her in the face. So, giving into temptation, she did.

Katie could feel her lover’s soft cunt lips pressing against her cheeks while the inner folds spread for her probing lips and tongue. Cynthia was so soft. Everything about her was so full and rounded, including her cunt, that it practically molded itself to Katie’s face.

Cynthia was already so wet and open, that Katie practically sank into the depths of her lover’s cunt. Katie’s chin, half of her cheeks and her entire mouth were enveloped in Cynthia’s hot, drenched pussy. And she was in ecstasy. She wanted to stay inside of Cynthia forever.

Katie pushed her tongue around. Probing. Searching. And then she found it. Cynthia’s clitoris.

She heard Cynthia moan, but it was almost like from a distant room. Another place. Katie’s ears were filled with the wet slopping sound of her face rolling around inside her lover. Her mouth and tongue zeroed in on Cynthia’s clit. Katie pursed her lips and sucked. Cynthia’s clit easily slipped past her lips and she gently flicked it with her tongue. When she did, it slipped back out of her lips. She heard that distant moan again. She sucked the tiny center of her lover back between her lips and flicked again. Another moan. Katie started sucking and flicking and soon developed a steady rhythm.