Chapter 2

Ever since the incident a few days ago Becky Young had had a hard time separating herself from her older sister Jenny. Neither sister could get enough of the other. Their relationship, already close, had only become closer.

When their parents had called to tell them that they would be gone for two month's to vacation in Europe the girls had had to put up quite a struggle to pretend they cared. Becky's situation when she was on the phone with their mother wasn't made any easier by the playful, tickling kisses Jenny kept placing on her neck and ears. It wasn't an easy job to explain to their mom why exactly she found the fact that there was six hundred dollars in the cookie jar on top of the fridge funny. Luckily, mom hadn't really cared too much. Apparently she was late for a massage treatment, so she hung up with a quick good-bye.

Immediately after hanging up the phone Jenny and Becky had made soft, sweet love in their parents large, fluffy bed. Jenny was becoming quite the pussy eater. She did magical things to Becky, things Becky hadn't thought were possible from her older sister. Her tongue, her lips, her teeth (in short, her entire mouth) were finely attuned to making Becky scream with joyful abandon.

Jenny was an instinctive bi slut.

They had fucked for hours until Jenny fell asleep curled up in Becky's arms. Becky wasn't tired, so, after making sure her lovely sister was sound asleep, she went to her bedroom and slipped on a loose hippyish floral dress just in case that nosy little bastard who lived next door happened to be peeping again. Thomas was a cute kid (well, if you considered an 18 year old a kid, as some do), but he was such a pervert. Always trying to catch a peek of Becky and Jenny or one of their friends.

One of these days she'd have to do something about him...

Becky headed for the kitchen and poured herself some vodka. Their parents always had a lot of booze around the house for parties or whatever. The vodka also happened to go good with the oxycontins that Becky's mom kept "hidden" in her medicine cabinet. Becky thanked god everyday for blessing her with a mother with a brain of heavily fermented Swiss cheese.

She crushed a couple of the pills on the counter after making sure the shades were closed and there was no backlight. With a knife, she split the powder into three good-sized lines, grabbed a straw from a drawer, and quickly snorted the bitter powder up your fine, delicate nose.

After she'd lit herself a cigarette and grabbed up her half full glass of vodka and ice she made her way to the living room to listen to some jazz and relax. Her cigarette tasted good. At least it tasted better than the drip from the pills.

The music began to get to her after a bit. She felt herself beginning to nod off. Becky thought it would be a nice idea to go lay back down with Jenny, but her thought was cast aside but the telephones annoying ring.

It was her best friend Sara speaking loudly and incoherently about something, as was her fashion. Becky had to hold the phone away from her ear for a few seconds before she was able to properly respond.

"Whoa! Whoa! Slow down, Sara," Becky said sedately. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Are you drunk or something?" replied Sara sweetly with interest.

"Yeah or something," laughed Becky.

"Ooooh! Got anymore?"

"Is that why you called me?"

"Well... that and I was wondering if you feeling like a little private party tonight" Sara laughed sweetly over the phone.

"Oh, so now you want my drugs and my body?" That was why Becky loved Sara. She was such a slut, and she was cute too. At twenty, Sara was the type of girl that looked perpetually sixteen. Her shoulder length blonde hair framed a beautiful, cheerleader face. Small nose, high cheekbones and full lips. She looked like she either had a damned good plastic surgeon or she was blessed by god. (Looks are always deceiving.) Tiny, cute breasts and a thin five-foot frame.

She was the prototypical angelic, suburban slut.

"Do you want to or not?" whispered Sara seductively through the phone. Becky said yes, and fifteen minutes later Sara was gently knocking on her front door to be let in so the fun could begin.

Becky let Sara in and they headed to the living were Becky had already set up the party supplies. For a small girl Sara could pack away the pills. Between them, both girls crushed and snorted three twenties then they both sat back and smoked some cigarettes until the bitter drip faded behind the numbing high.

Relaxing, they both slowly slid against the other, each using the others thin frame to support their unwanted weight.

Becky didn't protest when Sara slipped a hand on to her thigh. Nor when that hand began to casually pull her dress up, exposing her skin to Sara's light touch. Becky's hand began to languidly return the favour, her fingers slowly finding their way under the black leather mini to the silk covered pussy of her best friend and Sara did the same to Becky.

Leisurely, their mouths met in a slow kiss as their fingers began to touch gently at each other's sensitive folds. Tongues parted lips and began to sweetly explore as fingers did the same. Musical moans competed with the soft music that flowed from the speakers.

The music was losing much to Becky and Sara's wicked joy. Surely, Billy Holliday would understand.

Somehow, clothes were shed and both girls were allowed to touch skin on skin.

Becky's talented fingers worked wonders on petite friend delicate, little body. The kiss broke as Becky began to work her down to Sara's delightful, little mounds. Small kisses on the neck, a light nip on the shoulder, until she had reached Sara's cute tits and began to show her appreciation for her friend.

Sara's free hand began to caress Becky's smooth back as she enjoyed her friend's soft attentions. Becky's finger's still gently probed and caressed her pussy even as her mouth bit, licked and suckled at Sara's tits. Becky was truly one of the best lovers Sara had ever had.

" Ooh, yeah... you know I love that, baby," Sara whispered as Becky began to bite down gently on her aching nipples. " Oh, fuck yeah, Becky! Bite it just like that."

Becky laughed without taking her mouth away from Sara's breasts. Her fingers began to probe deeper into Sara's now slick cunt. Sara began to moan and squirm so pleasantly under Becky's tender attentions.

Sara always was easy to get off, but it was a wonderful spectacle to behold when she did. The way her lithe, thin frame twisted and gyrated. The sweet moans and groans the emanated from her innocent looking mouth. How the sweat would bead on her forehead and her breasts. Becky just loved to make Sara cum, and as she bit down hard on Sara's other nipple and allowed her index finger to gently tease it's way to Sara's asshole while her thumb massaged her friends clitoral hood Sara rewarded her with a loud, quaking orgasm, squeezing her thighs together to trap Becky's hand between her legs and pulling Becky's face hard to her breast.

"Ooooooh..."

Sara's skin tingled and Her body went numb. Pure, ungodly bliss.

As Sara came down Becky began to make her way slowly down her friends now sweat slick body placing gentle kisses on Sara's ribs, tasting the salt from the sweat on Sara's tight tummy and just above the soft skin of her delicate, pink pussy.

Sara had the most beautiful pussy Becky had ever known. She loved the taste, the feel of the soft skin there. Like cocaine, Becky was drawn to devour the very essence of her friend as Sara again came alive with soft, cooing moans, squirming her thin hips in fluid dance of delicious pleasure.

"Oh, baby," Sara cooed, " Oh, you make me feel so good," as Becky's tender attentions brought her closer to another bout with bliss. Becky's lips and tongue felt, explored, caressed every fold, every electrified nerve ending of Sara's pussy. Occasionally placing little nips and kisses on Sara's velvet inner thighs before returning to the prize.

She again brought her finger to intrude upon Sara's sensitive backdoor, teasingly beginning to force entry into this most treasured spot.

Sara's coos became louder, more groans of pleasure than anything. More intense as back began to arch, instinctively forcing her pussy against Becky's hungry mouth. Sweat began to cut little trails down her breasts, down her forehead, tickling paths down her ribs.

Her hand again found Becky's head, holding it to her cunt as her other hand pawed at her breasts as her body convulsed with another intensely beautiful orgasm. Stars, tiny points of purple and blue light passed before her eyes as she screamed with pure ecstasy and squeezed her thighs together around Becky's head.

"Oh my fucking god! Oh fuck!"

Becky's mouth continued licking, tasting the sweet flower of Sara as wave upon wave of delight hit her beloved friend. Neither girl noticed that the music had ceased. Neither girl cared.

When Sara had finally returned to the plain of the living and released her friend's head from the death grip of her legs they both shared long, tender kiss where hands flowed freely over soft flesh, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. Enjoying the sharing and the pleasure it brought them.

It was now Sara's turn to take the initiative in the wonderful game they were playing. It was now her chance to taste the sweetness of Becky's lovely body, especially the part that lay between smooth, athletic legs.

Gently, but firmly, she pushed Becky onto her back and broke their kiss only to bring her attention to Becky's neglected breasts and the taut nipples that dwelled upon them. Biting them gently. Licking them and suckling them with contented joy as Becky moaned her approval into the air that surrounded them...