Chapter 302: Rosie Robinson, 27, Nursing...

Carole Landry opened the door, smiling widely. “Come in, hon, come on in.”

Sara Dumas could tell she was naked under her short robe.

In the kitchen, sipping chicory, Carole teased her friend, “Did you thank Richie for giving you to me?”

Sara thought, Am I his to give? Then, Yeah, I guess I am.

“Uh, no. He kinda caught me off guard.”

“You’ll think of something. You’re the most fuckable girl either one of us has seen.” She winked, “And I’ve seen a lot pussy in my time.”

“Oh. Well.”

“And Richie is pretty protective. Ray-Ray wanted to do you, but Richie turned him down.”

“Really?” This pleased Sara. That Ray-ray wanted her. And that Richie told him no.

“Think back to your very first time. Richie told me that the second he took your robe off, he wasn’t going to share you with Randy.”

Sara grinned and squirmed with pleasure.

“And that’s even though Darlene told him that she wanted both of them to do you.”

“Really?”

“And you know how unusual it is to go against Darlene.”

“Oh my.”

“So now you’re his private pussy.” She winked, “With one exception of course.”

Sara nodded, “You.”

“Moi. Undress, baby girl.”

Sara stood. Complied. Carole eyeballed her openly. Frankly. Up and down, up and down. Sara felt a certain tingle. She felt her cheeks redden as her nipples hardened.

Carole nodded at the kitchen chair Sara had been sitting at. Somehow she knew what Carole wanted her to do. She placed her left foot on the chair, blatantly exposing herself to Carole’s smiling face.

Carole calmly reached over and slid her middle finger in. Sara said, “Oh.”

“I like a girl who’s wet before I even begin.”

“I never been with another...”

“Shh.” Carole sat there, relaxed, at ease, and fingered Sara to an orgasm within a couple of minutes. Then Carole stood, shimmied out of her robe, and led Sara upstairs.

Bed turned down; crisp white sheets. Carole casually walked around and activated the three tripod-mounted cameras.

Again, Sara said, “Oh.”

Carole lay on her back, smiling, and slid a pillow under her butt. And just lay there, waiting. Like Richie had done down in the bayous.

Sara had watched plenty of girl-on-girl porn over the years. And there wasn’t all that mystery to it. Two mouths, four hands, two pussies.

She moved gingerly, and lay down on top. Carole moved her hips slightly — pussy on pussy. Sara slowly lowered her head to kiss those sensuous lips. Again, Carole lays there passively — she only used her tongue after Sara had sought it out.

It was Sara’s first girl-kiss since middle school, and she found herself studying the sensations. New, yet familiar at the same time. Then she was savoring the kiss.

She knew she wasn’t smooth, wasn’t skillful, as she licked her way down. One nipple, then the other. Tummy. Thighs. Then for her first time ever, her tongue tasted pussy.

Carole was certainly available — physically available. But she was passive. Curious what Sara would do, and how she would to it.

It took several minutes, but Sara found herself getting into it. She could tell when Carole got aroused. Sara reached down and began fingering herself in rhythm to her work on Carole.