Chapter 2

The following day, Ellie told Margie everything, down to the last detail, and Margie was beside herself.

"You did it! You really did it?"

"Yes, I told you, we did it all."

I can't believe it. I mean, you thought... you told me you never expected to see him again."

Ellie shrugged, "I did think it, but when we ran into each other... it just happened."

"Can we get together at my house after school?" Margie asked excitedly.

"Why?"

"Cause..." Margie paused, "we can um, you know."

"No, I don't know. What are you up to Margie?"

"I was thinking maybe a sleepover?"

"A sleepover?"

"Yeah, you know..." Margie ended lamely.

"Found more magazines under the bed?"

"No... oh, shit! C'mon, Ellie, we can jill off and..."

"You want me to tell you all the dirty details while you jill off imagining it's you under my Donny," she said accusingly.

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way," Margie said defensively.

Knowing she had the upper hand, Ellie played her cards well. "What's in it for me?"

Margie squirmed in place. Her mouth twisted into different shapes as she struggled to form her answer.

"Okay, okay! I'll do you! There, are you satisfied?"

Ellie's grin was smug and satisfied. But she persisted in pinning her friend down.

"How are you gonna do me?"

"How do you want me to do you?" Margie replied her face had reddened in embarrassment.

"I want you to do everything to me," Ellie said with growing confidence.

"Everything? Even... ?"

"That too," Ellie said emphatically.

"But I've never..."

"There's always a first time. Treat me right and maybe..." she paused before going on. "You do want to meet him, don't you?"

"You'll let me meet him?" Margie gasped, her hopes soared. This wasn't a boy they were discussing. It was a man... in his twenties, and he knew what to do, and how to treat a girl. Margie would be a real woman if Donny took her virginity.

As if reading her mind, Ellie added, "Maybe he'll do the both of us. You could lose your cherry, you work it right."

"I'll... do it," she said, "anything you want."

"You won't back out at the last minute?"

"No way, I'm in all the way," Margie promised, and her flushed state of arousal was now full bodied.

The girls had arranged a sleepover at Ellie's house. They acted like typical teenagers until certain that Ellie's mom had fallen asleep. Then both Ellie and Margie stripped off their PJ's and underwear. The smell of aroused pussy filled the air, and Ellie saw that Margie's pubic hair was glistening with juices from her excited state.

Ellie, feeling empowered after Donny's lovemaking the previous night, moved quickly to take advantage of Margie's arousal, and shoved her foot into Margie's crotch, only to have Margie push it away.

"Don't do that!" she snapped at Ellie.

Ellie just smiled at her. Margie felt the shame of her desire flood her body and flushed a deep red from her face down to her breasts.

"Don't?" Ellie said with a sneer in her voice.

"I thought you were going to do me," she said softly and calmly; then waited for Margie's answer.

"I... um, I am," Margie mumbled quietly. "I will... just..."

"Just what?"

"Let me get ready, okay?"

"Ready? Hey, get ready for this!" and Ellie pushed her right breast into Margie's face, and with Margie sputtering a mild protest, rubbed it over her nose, mouth and chin.

Margie felt the yielding flesh of a breast against her mouth. Instinctively she massaged the underside with her lips, and found her way to the hardened nipple. She pulled at it gently with her teeth, dragging a moan from Ellie's throat.

Ellie, breathing heavily, said, "C'mon, suck it for me, Margie."

Ellie continued rubbing her other breast over her friends face until Margie managed to capture the breast, and fed that nipple into her mouth.

Seconds later, Margie moaned, "Ohhh, Ellie!" and shifted into a half-sitting position that gave her better access to both of Ellie's breasts, saying, "I love you, Ellie."

"You do?"

"I'll do anything for you! Oh, yes, oh, yes," she cried, as her mouth and tongue slobbered over Ellie's tits.

"I love your tits. Let me suck them forever!" That said, Margie opened her mouth and pulled as much of Ellie's breast as she could manage into her mouth. Her tongue rapidly flicked over the nipple, and then she pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth again and she nibbled.

Ellie reached down and pulled her head back gently. Margie looked up at her, a little alarmed that she might have done something wrong, but Ellie just smiled and took Margie's hand and brought it to her other breast. The skin was hot to the touch, soft and smooth. Margie lifted the flesh, squeezed and kneaded it, then descended upon it with lips and tongue.

Ellie's hand slid into Margie's hair and encouraged her attentions with pressure changes, and stroking and rubbing. Both of Ellie's legs hooked over Margie's hips, and she arched her back, and groaned, trying to devour what she could; sucking, nibbling and flicking her tongue over the hard pebbled center. Ellie kept grinding her pubis against Margie, her head flung back, eyes closed, breathing fast, almost desperately.

"Bite them, bite my nipples!" Ellie moaned, for she hadn't realized how good Margie's mouth and teeth would feel on them.

Margie obliged, chewing roughly on Ellie's stiffening teat, and then began to suck greedily. Ellie felt the thrill shoot from the nipple to her cunt and stiffened momentarily, unaccustomed to the pleasure Margie was wringing out of her.

Soon Ellie realized that at this point Margie would do virtually anything she told her to do. She wrested her breast away from Margie's lips, and lay face down, legs spread in a Y, displaying her ass and red furred pussy. Ellie's toes clenched and wiggled in excited anticipation.

Moaning at the loss, Margie let the nipple slip from her mouth and quickly moved to kiss Ellie's collarbone, and then her throat, drawing a whimper in response. She raised herself up and claimed Ellie's lips, licking at Ellie's luscious lips and before closing the last distance and sliding her tongue into the other's open mouth.

Their tongues wrestled, their gasping breaths mingled with saliva, and when the kiss finally broke, it was Ellie who pulled back, shaken, flushed, and breathing heavily.

Through half-lidded eyes, Ellie scanned Margie's body. Margie's breasts were smaller and higher than Ellie's, with dark areolas that were pulled tight around their centers just then. She brushed over them with her palms, sending shivers through Margie's body. Then, with great deliberation, Ellie bent forward and kissed the nipple of Margie's left breast, then flicked her tongue over it, as she attempted to repay her friend in kind. She gently took the swollen tip in her mouth and began to suckle. Margie groaned and trembled, and it was her turn to pull Ellie tighter against her.

Ellie slid forward and onto her knees, not relinquishing her prize for a second. She kneaded the mass of the breast with one hand, pushing the nipple forward, deeper into her wet, hot mouth. She drew Margie's pleasure up, centering all of Margie's attention on that one set of assaulted nerve-endings.

Margie was amazed at how Ellie had found the key to her most sensitive parts. It took her a moment before recalling that only moments earlier she had done essentially the same thing to Ellie. So Margie tried grinding her hips against Ellie's, and Ellie rocked back, eventually settling on the bed, sitting on her heels. This allowed her to set the stage whereby she was able to intertwine their legs.

With Margie's arousal continuing to rise, it wasn't long before she found herself rubbing against Ellie's thigh, luxuriating in the sensations felt when Ellie's hips moved back against hers.

Incoherent moans and whimpers came from Margie's throat, and their mouths met again in a blind, savage kiss. They shared their breath, gasping and moaning into each others mouth.

Margie felt the heat spreading from her groin into her thighs, from there the heat surged to her stomach, chest, legs and arms. Her muscles locked, and she screamed into Ellie's mouth. She felt a loss when Ellie's withdrew her thigh; and a sudden elation when Ellie's hand darted between her legs.

Ellie pressed her palm against her best friend's spasming clit, and made it vibrate rapidly against it. This action triggered the pounding waves of Margie's orgasm, causing the young girl to scream into Ellie's mouth as she was washed away in an electrical current of ecstasy.

It went on and on and on; with Ellie holding her close, continuing to grind her hand against her, pressing her flesh into Margie's flesh, until as the waves began to fade away, Ellie took the next step, and sent a finger into the juicy, hot tunnel of Margie's cunt.

The added surprise of this penetration, along with Ellie applying pressure to the place she herself called 'her secret spot' with that finger -- a place Margie only vaguely knew she had -- set Margie to screaming and spasming, and only the quick action of Ellie forcing her friends face into the pillow prevented Ellie's mother, just down the hall from rushing to their bedroom to see what horror had befallen them.