Munch Time 1

by Amanda Fleming

  Brooke commented, "Well, that went well."

  Tyler let out a heavy sigh, "Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened."

  "What?" Brooke grinned, "He seemed cool with it."

  Tyler lifted the sheet and slid out of bed, "Do you want some breakfast? I'm sure Derek's hungry."

  The girls spent a few minutes washing and getting dressed before going upstairs to see about breakfast. Derek joined them and they all settled in the kitchen, a squared area centrally located in the house and flanked by a larger dining room. The kitchen held a small table against a wall where the family most often ate. Tyler stood at the stove in a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a sweatshirt, frying several breakfast goodies including eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Brooke sat at the table with Derek in a pair of pajama bottoms and a clinging sports bra.

  "You're filling out nicely," Derek told Brooke, not hiding the fact that he was admiring her, "You're eighteen now, right?"

  Tyler rolled her eyes and flipped the sizzling bacon.

  "Keep it in your pants, college-boy," Brooke poured herself a glass of orange juice from a pitcher on the table, then she pointed at herself, "Lesbian, remember?"

  Derek scoffed, "Yeah, but... you guys are just fucking around, right? Experimenting with each other? You're into guys...?"

  Brooke shook her head slowly, "Nope."

  "I'm gay, Derek," Tyler announced. She brought him a piece of bacon, knowing how much her brother loved it, "Brooke and I are together, now, and we love each other. Please don't make light of it."

  "So, uh..." Derek nibbled, "How long have you guys been together?"

  "A week," Brooke smiled over at Tyler, "In fact, today is our one week anniversary."

  "A whole week?" Derek chuckled sarcastically.

  Tyler's brow furrowed, "We've been together our whole lives, Derek. You know that as well as anyone. Just because we've only been kissing for a week doesn't mean we haven't loved each other for years."

  Derek lifted his hands in surrender, "All right, all right, I get it. You guys are serious."

  Tyler stirred the hash browns, "What are you doing home, anyways? Don't you have laundry at your frat house?"

  "The washing machine is broken and I've been wearing the same pair of underwear for three days."

  "Ew," Brooke's face scrunched up.

  Tyler dumped a pan of scrambled eggs into a bowl and carried it to the table, "Mom and Dad will be disappointed they missed you."

  "Speaking of which," Derek reached for the pitcher of juice, "When where planning on telling them about this new lifestyle choice?" He poured Tyler's glass full, then his own.

  "We're not putting a timetable on it," Brooke said, "My Dad is going to flip his shit when he finds out, so maybe in about ten years or so."

  Tyler carried the rest of the food to the table and sat down, "At least until after graduation."

  All three of them started reaching around the table and taking food.

  "Don't you think they should know?" Derek asked.

  "We're still figuring it out ourselves," Brooke pinched a piece of bacon to her plate and licked her fingers after, "It's not like there's a text book... Lesbian 101, to teach us how to do this. We've had to Google some stuff."

  Tyler grinned at Brooke's private joke and scooped some eggs.

  Derek wondered, "So which one of you is the top?"

  Both Brooke and Tyler looked at him questioningly.

  "You know," Derek looked between them, "In bed? The dominant one? The male role? The one who wears the strap-on?"

  "Oh my god," Brooke shook her head.

  Tyler hit Derek in the shoulder.

  "Ow! What?"

  Tyler scolded him with an irritated expression, "We don't even have a strap-on, you big idiot, and I told you not to tease us."

  "Though if we go to the Mall of America today," Brooke suggested, "We should totally get one."

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  After they finished breakfast and Derek had left with his laundry, Brooke and Tyler were sharing counter space in the bathroom in front of a large wall-mounted mirror above the sink vanity. They were each wrapped in a fluffy towel after showering and feminine products were scattered everywhere.

  Brooke was leaning close to the mirror and applying lotion to her face, "I'm so dry. God, I hate winter."

  "It's almost over," Tyler applied some deodorant beneath a lifted arm.

  "You're brother seemed cool with us," Brooke mentioned, "I mean, other than a little teasing. But he wasn't too freaked-out or anything."

  "Yeah," Tyler agreed, "Derek's all right sometimes, I guess."

  "Do you think I'd fit into that blue and black dress you wore the other day to school?" Brooke wondered.

  "It might be a little tight in the butt," Tyler guessed.

  Brooke looked to Tyler's reflection in the mirror, "Are you saying I have a fat ass?"

  "I'm saying I have a flat one," Tyler assured her, "You have a beautiful ass. I love your butt."

  "Oh. Well okay, then. I thought I'd wear that dress to the mall," Brooke applied some blush.

  Tyler glanced at her with a tiny hint of jealousy, "Who are you trying to impress?"

  "You, silly. Can't I try to look sexy for my girlfriend?"

  Tyler smiled, "You always look sexy to me, baby."

  "What do you find sexiest on me?" Brooke wondered, "What part of my body?"

  Tyler blushed and offered a shy expression into the mirror.

  "Tell me," Brooke urged.

  "Everything," Tyler spoke softly, "But... your boobs, I guess."

  Brooke grinned, "I noticed you like to touch them when we make love."

  Tyler bit her lip and nodded.

  Brooke went back to looking at herself in the mirror. She played with her curls a bit, applied a bit more blush, then she reached to her side and untucked the towel wrapping her figure, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle at her feet.

  Tyler looked at Brooke's naked figure in the reflection. Brooke was lifting her own breasts, feeling them and showing them off in the mirror. Tyler watched, reaching for the moisturizing lotion.

  Brooke pretended like she wasn't showing-off as she arched her back a little and turned sideways to view the mirror, looking at her breasts in profile.

  Tyler squirted some lotion into a palm, rubbed her hands together, and then applied the moisturizer onto her forearms. But her eyes never left Brooke's reflection.

  "You know when you suck on them," Brooke mentioned casually, "It's like there's a cord in my body that connects my nipples with my clit."

  Tyler squeezed some more lotion into her palm, "Turn around."

  Brooke did, spinning to face Tyler.

  Tyler made her hands sticky with lotion and then reached to Brooke's breasts. She started smoothing the lotion all over them, sliding her hands around the sides of their soft curves.

  "Mm," Brooke stepped closer, "That feels nice."

  Tyler's tongue poked cutely out of her mouth as she concentrated on covering Brooke's breasts with the lotion, pivoting her hands to slather the soft undersides where they folded against Brooke's sternum. As she did so, Tyler teased Brooke's pink areola with her thumbs.

  Brooke's nipples stiffened at the attention.

  "Turn around again," Tyler instructed her.

  Brooke did, stepping around so that her back was facing Tyler. She felt Tyler reach around, under the arms, and grab her breasts once again. Tyler's chin rested on Brooke's shoulder and they both watched in the mirror as Tyler played with them.

  Pausing to reach for more lotion, Tyler applied even more moisturizer and rubbed it all over Brooke's breasts until they were slick and glistening. Tyler cupped her hands and made smoothing circular motions, her palms rubbing against Brooke's nipples.

  "Tyler..." Brooke squirmed a bit, "You're really turning me on."

  Tyler smiled knowingly into the mirror. She had to pull one of Brooke's hands away when Brooke started reaching between her own legs, preventing
Brooke from touching herself, and then returned to massaging Brooke's breasts.

  "Don't be mean," Brooke whimpered, squirming and rubbing her butt back against the towel wrapped around Tyler, "I want to cum. Last night you said we'd make love this morning."

  Tyler giggled softly over Brooke's shoulder, "I want you to cum too."

  Brooke took that as permission and drew her hand between her legs, But Tyler grabbed Brooke's wrist again and pulled it away. Brooke's whimper was desperate, "Tyler...!"

  Tyler started rubbing Brooke's nipples, punching them and caressing them softly, "In a minute, I'm going to eat your pussy."

  "Oh god," Brooke moaned, liking the sound of that.

  Tyler continued, "I'm going to kneel behind you, spread your legs, and suck on your pussy until you orgasm. Then I'm going to lick up all your cum and clean your pussy for you. Because I love you, Brooke. And I think you're the sexiest girlfriend I could ever have. I want to show you how sexy I think you are by shoving my face in your pussy and making you cum."

  "Oh my god," Brooke groaned, her nipples on fire under Tyler's attentions, "Lesbian sex is so fucking hot."

  Tyler smiled, then knelt.

  "Oh fuck," Brooke looked over her shoulder and slid her feet outwards to spread her thighs.

  Tyler folded her legs beneath her, placed her hands at Brooke's hips, and then pushed her face between the crack of Brooke's ass while shoving her tongue into Brooke's pussy.

  "Oh jeezus," Brooke gasped.

  Tyler's head shifted from side to side against Brooke's butt as she swathed her tongue all around Brooke's sex. Tyler's hands slid from Brooke's hips to the cheeks of her ass, pushing them apart so Tyler could push her face even further and start sucking on Brooke's clitoris.

  Brooke instinctually spread her legs even further and was unable to support herself, sweeping an arm across the bathroom vanity counter to clear it of clutter. She bent forward, resting her torso on the counter and pancaking her breasts against its surface. Brooke reached her arms behind herself and helped Tyler pull her ass cheeks apart.

  Tyler practically had her nose buried in Brooke's asshole as she continued feeding on Brooke's pussy, sucking on the clit like it was a tiny little cock. Tyler's mouth made loud suckling noises and every few seconds she broke the vacuum to flick Brooke's swollen clit with her tongue.

  Brooke began gasping loudly, staring at her own face in the mirror as her expression twisted from the ordeal of pleasure she was experiencing. Her torso shifted and slid on the vanity counter, all the lotion on her breasts making her slippery against the fiberglass surface. Brooke's thighs quivered when she came, her orgasm sending sparks of electricity down her legs and up her spine. She cried out, reaching with a hand to clutch at the side edge of the counter to brace herself.

  Fluids leaked from Brooke's pussy and Tyler lapped at them with carnal thirst. She licked all over Brooke's slit repeatedly, swallowing the flavor and then licking some more. Tyler licked and cleaned Brooke's cunt until she could no longer taste the sweet nectar of cum before finally pulling her face away.

  Brooke was breathing heavily, gasping for air and still tingling from the power of her orgasm. "Holy shit," she gasped, "I will love you forever for doing that."

  Tyler smiled demurely, her cheeks wet with sexual fluids, and caressed Brooke's butt before kissing it and rising to her feet.

  Brooke struggled to push herself up, still shaking, but also regained her feet. She turned and embraced Tyler, kissing her. Brooke could taste herself on Tyler's lips and their kiss lingered as Brooke licked and sucked herself from Tyler's mouth.

  "I love you so much," Tyler pushed her hands through Brooke's curls, "I swear I can feel it deep in my stomach, like a warm knot. It's hard to describe. But it's there." As she spoke, tears began dripping from Tyler's eyes, "I'm so happy, Brooke. You make me so happy... and I know we've only been together for a week but I love you so much that I swear it will last forever."

  "Oh my god," Brooke started crying too. She hugged Tyler in a clinging embrace, "I can't even imagine life without you, baby. This has been the most amazing week of my life, even with all the drama and bullshit at school. I love you and I don't ever want to be without you."

  They stood in the bathroom and hugged for several long moments before letting go.

  Brooke smiled and wiped at the tears on her face, "I've ruined my make-up again."

  Tyler made a sobbing laugh, "It's okay. I'll help you put some more on."

  Brooke bent to pick her towel up and wrap it around her body once more, "Skip it. I don't even want to go the mall, anymore."

  Tyler looked to her as she reached for a tissue, "No?"

  "Prom isn't for another month," Brooke decided, "We can go get dresses next weekend."

  Tyler blew her nose. "Okay," she nodded, "Do you just want to stay home?"

  Brooke's eyes twinkled, "I want to stay in bed."

  Tyler grinned, "You want to lay in bed all day?"

  Brooke lifted a hand to Tyler's cheek, "I want to make love all day."

  "Oh, Brooke," Tyler hugged her again, "I love you."

  They never did make it to the mall that weekend.

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