Scottie gently pulls the outer folds apart, flicking her tongue slightly against the soaked, delicate labia that flowers out, inviting her to do more. Then, she slides it liberally along the slit, from bottom to top. Cassy lets out a gasp of pleasure from the sensation that now overtakes her. Scottie wraps her arms around the supple thighs, enjoying the silky skin that covers them. Her tongue traces the edges of each fold delicately, teasing Cassy’s body. Her thighs begin to quiver as Scottie’s tongue moves deeper into the folds. She applies more pressure to each swipe, and prolongs the touch.
Finally, Cassy bucks her hips up toward Scottie’s face, asking for more pressure. Scottie can see Cassy’s hands kneading at her own, pale breasts. They look like two hills of ivory from Scottie’s position. Scottie slides a hand beneath her own body, reaching down to touch her pussy. She’s wet too, just from enjoying Cassy’s responses. She runs her finger back and forth across herself, using the same rhythm as her tongue on Cassy.
Scottie sits up on her knees, fingers still playing with herself. “Wanna have a taste, Cass?” she asks, voice thick from her arousal. She leans over, her body parallel with Cassy’s, and kisses her deeply. Her tongue delves into Cassy’s mouth, smearing the flavor of her friend’s bland, slightly sweet taste.
“Can I have a taste of you?” Cassy asks, voice girly, bubbly, and frothy with pleasure.
Scottie lays on her back, fighting with her skinny jeans to peel them off. Cassy helps by playfully tugging at the legs. Scottie’s excited for her friend to eat her pussy. If she could make Cassy writhe like that on her first try, she has no idea what Cassy’s capable of. Especially since she watches lesbian porn all the time.
Once the jeans finally come off, Cassy pulls the crotch of Scottie’s panties aside. She runs the pad of her thumb along the tops of her folds, testing her pussy for her level of arousal. But Scottie’s definitely wet, and she knows it. She’s wet from the sensations of touching herself and from the taste of Cassy’s pussy still on her tongue.
The warm, gliding sensation of a mouth covering her pussy, and sucking slightly makes Scottie groan with pleasure. Shit, no one’s ever done this to her before. Usually, it’s the tip of the tongue sliding around, making slight, sharp sensations run through her body in heated, glittery streams. Cassy’s teeth graze Scottie’s clit – but just barely. Enough to surprise her again. Scottie spreads her legs even further apart, the combination of cool air and her warm tongue and mouth on her exposed pussy causes her to push her hips forward. Cassy’s hands grasp at Scottie’s thighs, her nails digging into her flesh.
So many sensations at one time. Scottie couldn’t have expected this. Where with men, she feels a growing, pulsing pressure of thickness between her legs, things are so different with a girl. Cassy’s tongue moves smoothly across the edges of the folds, starting from the outside and moving inward. This switch-up, after the generous heat of her mouth and full tongue, teases Scottie into coming. A pulsing heat rushes between her legs as pressure builds up within her center. She can’t hold back much longer.
“You like it, Scottie?” Cassy asks, breathlessly.
Scottie clenches her teeth, grabbing fistfuls of Cassy’s hair. She can’t answer with words. She answers with her body instead. Cassy slides a finger into Scottie’s pussy, moving it back and forth with a titillating slowness. Her tongue moves in a smooth figure-eight pattern along the wetness of Scottie’s fruit. Scottie lets out a gasp of relief as her body finally releases.
Chapter Two
Scottie awakens with a start to the quiet, sunny atmosphere of this strange, pink bedroom. The bedroom itself is like a vagina. As she rises from the floral comforter and sheets, she realizes that she is naked. It’s still early enough in the summer for the air to keep its nightly chill. She stretches, drawing the cover back over her.
But, wait. Why is she naked? In Cassy’s bed? Then, piece by piece, memories begin to float back to the forefront of her mind. The slick, warm sensations of Cassy’s tongue between her legs, fingers inside of her. The naked, delicacy of girl flesh grinding against girl flesh. She and Cassy basically fucked, as much as two girls can.
Scottie carefully gets out of bed, sneaking around the room to find her clothes. They lay strewn all over the carpet, mingling with Cassy’s clothes. Jeans, shirt, panties, bra? Oh, yea. She didn’t wear a bra. She finds her phone laying across the room under Cassy’s desk. How the fuck did she end up Frenching and eating Cassy out all night?
Scottie isn’t sure how she feels about all this to start with. What could this do to their friendship? What if Cassy thinks they’re in a committed relationship now? Panic begins zipping up and down her spine, as though invisible fingers are teasing her with a cold touch. Scottie needs coffee and a moment to herself. She dresses, and carefully pads out of the house without putting her shoes on.
As she walks toward the coffee house a short distance away, a new message blinks up from her phone. A text from her mother: ‘Are we still on for lunch?’ Shit! She almost forgot about that too. Dread wells up in her throat as she replies to ask what time and where their lunch date will take place.
Coffee. Lovely, warm, forgiving coffee. Scottie keeps her mind on this comfort for the time being. Even though the thoughts of fucking her stepdad mingle with thoughts of tasting Cassy’s pussy. She’s already getting herself into trouble, and summer vacation has barely begun – only two days in.
Scottie finally completes the short trek to the coffee house. She feels bad for leaving without saying goodbye to Cassy, but she can’t deal with everything going on at the moment. The weirdness of the situation. At most, she wanted to have some sex, win some derbies, and see some good bands this summer. Not get so intimately intertwined into potential drama.
“I’ll have a small, medium roast, please,” she says wearily to the barista.
“Okay. That’ll be a dollar and fifty cents.” He smiles pleasantly, as Scottie fishes for change. A small line begins forming behind her. She sighs, irritated that her purse is a mess. And it’s all her fault since she never thinks to clean it out. Finally, her fingers fish out the cool, metallic coins needed and the crumpled up bill.
She checks her phone again as the barista fills a cup with fresh coffee. A text from her mother reads: ‘How about we meet at Cow Patty’s at 11:30?’
Scottie rolls her eyes. Great. Now, she has about thirty minutes to get to frigging Cow Patty’s. She may as well start walking. It’s too much for one day, already.
* * *
At Cow Patty’s, Scottie finds her mother sitting at one of the dingy little tables. Cow Patty’s is definitely one of Scottie’s least favorite places to go. For starters, it basically smells like a butcher’s store. The metallic, bloody tang of raw meat mingles with French fries. It smells like fucking roadkill next to a hillbilly bar.
She sits at the rickety chair across from her mother, smiling awkwardly. “Hi, Mom.”
“You brought coffee? It’s rude to bring outside items into a restaurant,” Mom says, folding a laminated menu and placing it in front of her daughter. “I already know what I want.”
“Surprise, surprise,” Scottie says under her breath, just so her mother can’t hear her. Her mother only thinks she knows what she wants. She always tries to act so authoritative and executive. “I haven’t even had a chance to look at the menu yet. Give me a second.” Scottie selects a water and a grilled cheese sandwich. She doesn’t dare try any of their meat products. She’d probably contract mad cow disease or something from a place like this.
After ordering, her mother sets her eyes on Scottie, staring at her so hard that Scottie almost feels uncomfortable. “So. When are you moving in?” she asks.
“I’m not moving in, Mom. There’s no point. All my crap’s at the house already. I’m going to have to move into a new apartment once summer’s over anyway, so no. I don’t want to have to explain myself coming in late to you or my grandparents. I really shouldn’t have to.”
“Scottie, I just
want what’s best for you. And I don’t feel comfortable with you living with my ex-husband.”
“Why?” Scottie snaps. “He’s been perfectly good to both of us. Makes no damn sense at all.” She folds her arms, leans back in her chair, and glares at her mother. How could this woman be so… so demanding of everyone?
“Scottie, sometimes things just don’t work out between two people like you hope they will.”
“Mom, you never give anything a chance to work out. Whether it’s the way you want it to work or not. I’m not moving in. Donnie’s already said that’s fine. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be comfortable with me living there.” Well, that’s a blatant lie. Scottie thinks back to his muscular torso towering over her. The sweet, cigar scent of him.
“Your grandparents will be disappointed. They really wanted to see you.”
“Let them be disappointed. They’ll still get to see me.” The waitress sets the plates of food in front of her and her mother. A greasy, drippy burger steams from her mother’s plate. But Scottie’s perfectly satisfied with her simplistic grilled cheese.
Chapter Three
Scottie has plenty of other reasons to live with Donnie – outside of the fact that he’s great in bed and she can’t wait to experience more with him. She also can’t wait to experience more with Cassy. And Donnie lives closer to Cassy. Plus, there’s the fact that the house is closer to her team’s practice space. Plenty of reasons to stay where she is now.
She walks home, feeling the warm, buttery heat of the summer sun melt onto her shoulders. Derby practice is that afternoon, so she better head home and get a shower. She picks up her pace to a run, feet beating against the concrete of the sidewalk. Once she makes it into the house, she’s dripping with sweat. Her phone shows that it’s only three o’clock in the afternoon. Donnie’s still probably at the office. She may have to please herself before she goes to practice.
As she turns on the shower and peels off her clothes, thoughts of warm, stone-smooth flesh take over her mind. The bulge of his muscles, the gratifying fullness from his cock lodged deeply into her pussy. Cassy’s tongue teasing her clit as he pounds himself into her – harder and harder with each thrust. She steps into the shower, the tiny, hot fingers of dripping water running down her skin, feeling her up.
Cassy’s mouth covering hers with her sweet, bubble-gum flavor as Donnie’s hands cover her breasts, roughly massaging them. Scottie gently pinches her nipples to make them swell and ache and yearn for more. She wishes someone were here to put their mouth on them. Her fingers find their way down between her legs, rubbing back and forth. She slides one finger along the center of her aching slit. Her insides beg for more, begging to be filled. But Daddy’s not here to fill her up.
Once she rinses off the suds, ensuring her breasts and thighs are clean of any soap, she walks into her bedroom. She’s still dripping wet, leaving a trail of water drops along the hardwood floor of the hallway. She never bought a dildo – never had a need for one. She used to always have a boyfriend to handle it for her. But her man, Donnie, works every day. So, she’ll have to fend for herself.
There’s an ice cream scoop in the kitchen. The handle would be perfect for a job like this. And no one has to know what she wants to do with it. She heads back downstairs, into the kitchen. She opens the silverware drawer. After digging around, she finds it. The handle is too cold, so she wraps her hand around it, imagining Donnie’s thick; his throbbing cock seething with desire in her hand. Then, she slides the utensil into her wet pussy, moving it back and forth slowly.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she moans quietly. Her hands move it faster and faster, and Scottie sucks in a breath and the pressure builds up within the walls of her pussy. Her insides suddenly clench, gripping the handle of the scoop. An oppressive, but pleasurable sensation shoots from her warm, wet center straight to her head. She cums, relief washing over her clean, soaked body. As she pulls the scoop’s handle out, thick, white cream drips from it. Oh, yea. She came hard. Scottie, remembering the taste of Cassy’s pussy the night before, licks some of her own cum off of the handle. Hers is different than Cassy’s – more potent in flavor but still pleasant.
Scottie suddenly remembers she didn’t say goodbye to Cass before she left to have lunch with her mom. In the midst of her confusion and discomfort, she’d left her friend sleeping without a word. She quickly runs upstairs, breasts jiggling with each step, and takes her phone from her pants’ pocket. Sure enough, a text from Cassy. ‘Where the hell did you go? Did I do something wrong?’
Scottie types out a reply: ‘No, just had to go talk to my mom. Didn’t wanna wake you up. See ya later!’ At least her friend won’t think she hates her. But Scottie still hopes that Cassy won’t get the wrong idea, or that their little sexy time the night before won’t ruin their friendship. She can tell Cassy has feelings for her. But Scottie still likes to play too much. Plus, there’s Donnie. And she’s not sure how Cassy will feel about Donnie. Or the fact that Scottie wants to fuck Donnie’s brains out.
Glancing at the clock on the stove, she suddenly realizes practice is in twenty minutes. “Shit!” she exclaims, dodging around her room to gather her equipment. At least if she skates there, it won’t take as long. Maybe she won’t be late. She pulls on a pair of black shorts, black tights, a white tank top, and laces her skates as the finishing touch. She can put on her protective gear there.
She carefully, awkwardly walks down the steps, trying desperately not to bust her ass. “You’d think I’d be an expert by now, for as many fucking times as I have to do this,” she says aloud, frustrated. After successfully making it down the stairs, she dashes out the door, zooming past the kids on the street waiting for the ice cream truck. And Scottie giggles to herself, thinking about her new tool from the kitchen. Ice cream will never have the same, innocent sweetness it used to. At least, not for her.
She works up a sweat making her way to the practice arena. Who cares? Apparently, Donnie finds her sweaty, woman stink sexy anyways. So, he’s in for a treat once she gets home. But there’s still a good three hours of practice ahead of her. She hopes she doesn’t spend all her energy there. And maybe, her stepdad can make dinner for her tonight. She’ll be ravenous. She makes a mental note to send him a text about it once she gets to practice.
Chapter Four
As Scottie opens the door, the warm, flavorful scent of a hot meal greets her. “Hey, Donnie. How was work?” she calls as she skates into the kitchen.
“Oh, it was alright,” he replies. He’s chopping up some onions on a cutting board. Two hamburger patties sizzle in the frying pan, cheese bubbling on top of them. “Are burgers alright for supper?” he asks, a hint of concern in his voice. “I got your text, and I wasn’t sure what we had at the house that would be good for dinner. But this is what we have.”
“That’s perfecto,” Scottie says, leaning on the kitchen counter, grinning. “Had lunch with Mom today. So, everything’s settled. I’ll be staying here for the summer.”
“That’s great, sport. How did that go?” His focus remains on the onions.
“Okay. She was all weird about it. She said she feels uncomfortable with me staying here.”
“Well, after what happened the other night, she’s not far from wrong.” His voice gets a stern tone to it when he says this. And Scottie likes it. “We can’t do that anymore.”
“Speak for your fucking self, Daddy,” she purrs. “Anyway, it’s settled. I wouldn’t have stayed with her anyway.” Scottie takes a seat at one of the bar stools, hooking her skates on the side of the stool with her feet. The discomfort of fucking Cassy suddenly returns as she remembers the night before. It wasn’t the sex. It was the fact that she knows how Cassy is. The girl can get a little too attached. Not that Scottie couldn’t see herself building some kind of relationship with her later on. Cassy’s actually the first girl that Scottie’s been aroused by. But she still wants her freedom to have fun with others. Namely Donnie.
“What’s eati
ng you, kiddo?” Donnie asks, finally looking up from his onions.
“Nothing,” she replies flatly.
“That’s a lie. What’s going on? Something to do with Cassy?”
Scottie wonders if she should tell him about her situation. Maybe she ought to. He might be able to give her some insight. “Well, Cassy’s been acting weird lately, I guess. Turns out she’s kind of coming out of the closet. She apparently likes girls. And the girl she likes is me. So, we ended up fooling around last night when I spent the night with her. I don’t know, Donnie. I’ve never thought I’d have a thing for girls. But…” Her voice trails off as she tries to think what to say.
“Scott, you do realize that your taste and preference can and will change as time passes, right? So, that’s completely normal.” Donnie shrugs his solid shoulders, making Scottie shiver with anticipation for round two with him.
“I guess that makes sense. But what I’m concerned about is… I mean, what if she wants a relationship now?”
“What if she does?”
“Well, I’m not ready to commit to that. And I don’t want to ruin my friendship with her either. I just wonder if fooling around with her was just a big mistake.”
“Scottie, all you can do is talk to her. If she’s really your friend, she’ll understand. Besides, you’ve known each other for a long time, right? So, Cassy knows you’re a flirt. I doubt it will surprise her.”
Scottie hadn’t thought about this. Because she and Cassy had known each other for many, many years. Since preschool, practically. So, it would make sense that Cassy have an idea about Scottie’s lack of commitment at the moment. “You’re right. I just need to talk to her. Set a few things straight.”
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