Chapter 2

“Yeah, God, I remember crying when I saw how good you looked. It looks like your figure hasn’t changed so much since, but your face looks more mature and attractive. I still think you look like a model, though.” Erin paused as if she was thinking, “Yeah, let’s check them out.”

There was no hesitation this time. Off came our tops and bras, and we stood side by side, each looking at the other’s boobs in the mirror. “What size are you, Lambchop?”

“34b, and still expanding,” Erin laughingly replied.

“They look good. Can I touch them?”

“Babe, you don’t have to ask. Like, we’re gonna be sharing a bed tonight. What do you think we’ll do? Go to sleep? Sometimes, Caitlyn, you still surprise me.”

“It’s polite to ask first. Erin, you have a beautiful figure. You look great. Boobs, bum, hips. Everything is perfect. I told you, you had nothing to worry about.” Then stroked her boobs as I spoke, and Erin’s nipples became hard. I bent down and kissed them before sucking them alternately into my mouth.

“Thanks for the compliments. Caitlyn, I’ve missed you. That feels nice, so good, Mmmmmm.”

Erin put one hand behind my head, holding me against her boob. I tweaked her nipple with my right hand as my left moved down to her shorts and undid the button. I pushed her shorts down and rubbed her pussy through her panties before slipping my hand inside the waistband, pushing them down.

I sucked and pinched her nipples. “Yes, babe, yes,” Erin moaned as I rubbed up and down her labia, her pussy rapidly becoming wet. Not breaking contact, we shuffled our way to the bed and fell onto it. I pulled Erin’s shorts and panties off her ankles, got between her legs, and began fingering her and licking her clit. “Mmmm, mmmm, so, so nice,” Erin murmured.

I curled my fingers back and stroked her g-spot, continuing for a while, before Erin thrust her hips into my face as she held my head against her pussy, filling my mouth with her tasty girly juice. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Oh, how I’ve missed this,” she cried. I frantically licked her clit while pleasuring her G-spot. “Yes, yes, yes.” Erin’s orgasm made her curl up into the fetal position.

“Babe, that was wicked. You’re like, so gonna get it after tea.”

“I hope so, Lambchop. We don’t want to waste a double bed, do we?” I laughed.

Erin put on her panties, shorts, and top, but no bra. I had my shorts and panties on and followed suit by only putting my top on. Then, we wandered into the kitchen to see what ‘Hot Stuff’ was making for tea.

As we walked down the hallway, we could hear Donna Summer’s Hot Stuff playing on the sound system, and when we turned into the kitchen, Toots was bopping along with the music, swinging her hips, knees flexing as she sang along.