Early Morning Muffins: Day 1 - Discovery
I suppose every young girl you talk to will tell you that they have a best friend. A long time acquaintance with whom they do not hesitate to trust and confide in with things of a personal nature too sensitive to even discuss with their mother. That pretty well sizes up me and Lori. We’ve been friends forever or at least since before high school.
We are sophomores in college now, so we are eligible to live off campus. No condos for us, but we are comfortable in the little efficiency our parents agreed to share rent on for us. Of course, we have to make good grades, yada, yada, yada. I’m sure you are familiar with the usual parent bullshit.
It is Sunday morning and we slept in just to break the rigid daily routine of up at 6:00 am and out and about by 7:30 am. The apartment as I mentioned is quite small so we share, among other things, a double bed. We don’t travel a lot in our homestead because everything is just THERE.
We went to a campus party last night, so that was another reason to sleep a little later than usual. Anyway, here are a couple of reasonably attractive young women who came home a little tipsy last night, striped off there clothes and fell into bed. The booze acted like a sedative. We slept sounded until nearly 8:00 am.
“Lori?” I said clearing my throat. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah, I was just lying here wishing you were a varsity football player lying next to me nursing an eight-inch hard on. I was doing real well until you spoke to me and popped my bubble.”
“Sorry about that. Besides, I gotta go pee.” I declared.
“Me too,” Lori announced.
“It was my idea first,” I reminded my good friend.
“We could go together,” Lori said. We had done that before just acting up, but this time we both had to go so bad that we jumped out of bed and dashed the ten feet to the pot. I reached the toilet first so I got to sit on the throne. Lori faced me, straddled my legs, and sat on my lap. In this position my stream went directly into the water in the bowl. Lori’s stream of hot urine was forceful enough that it sprayed directly onto my belly just about where my pubic patch started. From there it made its way through my fuzz, down my crotch and into the bowl. Oddly enough the sensation brought on by the warm liquid traveling across my private parts in that way was somewhat of a turn on.
“Oh, my,” I exclaimed. “That felt good, girl.”
“What did?” Lori asked.
“Your pee running over my pussy turned me on. Look at this if you don’t believe me.” I thrust my chest forward showing her my hardened nipples.
“Neat,” Lori squealed as she leaned forward and took one of my nipples into her mouth. “Feels like a big hard raisin, Angela.”
“It feels a lot better than that from this side of the fence.” Her mouth on my titty that way sent ultra warm sensations up and down my body. It felt something like Lori’s warm urine running down my crotch, only this time the heat was all over my body.
“Do me,” Lori said pushing her bosom forward. Of course, at this juncture in our vast sexual experience we had no idea where we were heading. Angela had no objection to returning the favor for her friend. Lori sighed a little, and pushed her soft breast against my mouth. Instinctively I sucked on her boob again. Another sigh and without noticing I placed my hand on her other breast. Lori covered my hand with hers. “That feels nice, Roomy.”
“Then do mine the same way,” I demanded playfully. Lori did exactly that, and we had just initiated a much closer bonding than we had ever experienced before. Lori wiggled her pussy against my belly, and moved closer.
“Are you game?” Lori asked with sparks in her eyes.
“For what?” I asked innocently.
“Kiss me.”
