"Is it really Thanksgiving if you've not been elbow deep in a turkey?" I grumbled, walking out of the shower, a big fluffy towel around my body, another wrapping my hair up.
"Sorry, Alli, what?" Corinne poked her head up from the open fridge door.
"At least I got to make pies. The crust came out so flaky - Thanks for sharing your grandpa's pie recipe." I leaned around the door and kissed her on the top of the head.
Corinne fiddled a bit more, making room for the pies to cool without getting squished. She stood and pulled me into a hug. A long red curl had escaped her clip and tickled my face. Her green robe neatly tied at her waist, but open enough that my cheek rested comfortably on her chest. Sometimes being short has advantages. It made up for the fact that I would look like a hobbit amongst vikings during the holiday meal at her family's place.
"I know you wanted to host," Corinne grinned, "but this apartment is too small, even if all the people going were you sized." As if to emphasize this she squatted down, lifted me up, and plopped me onto the counter. My ass nearly knocked the can of Crisco I'd forgotten to put away onto the floor..
"I just cleaned this place up!" I squawked, blushing and painting a fake frown across my face. "At least my family aren't all giants like your family. It's going to look like Frodo was the only one who made it to the Council of Elrond. Besides, I'm five feet, that's taller than a hobbit!"
"Says the person who cooks like a hobbit. At least you don't have hairy feet." She balanced her hands on my knees and kissed me on the nose. "I'd still love you if you did, but just saying."
I wrapped my legs around her ass and pulled her against me. I reached up and pulled her head into a deep kiss. If she was going to try and fluster me I was going to try right back. Slipping a hand down her body, I insinuated it into her robe and grabbed an ass cheek. It fit perfectly into the little cleft at the top of her thigh.
"What are you doing? We just cleaned up!" Her squawk was a rude imitation of mine. Even her grin was mocking. What a butt!
"Good! I wouldn't want to put my naked ass on the counter if it were covered in flour." To emphasize this undid my towel, letting it pool around me. "At least I wasn't making dirty jokes about Crisco the entire time baking was going on! Ugh!"
"I've heard from some of the old guys I work with, it makes a good lubricant." She retorted.
"You trust old men on this?" I tried to sound sharp, but Corinne was now kissing my neck. I leaned into her attention, loving the feeling of her lips on my shower warmed skin. Each kiss and small bite sent tingles rushing across my neck and down my spine. Shivers of pleasure rippled across my body.
A groan of disappointment slipped from me when Corinne stopped playing with my neck. Opening my eyes I saw she was holding the referenced can of vegetable shortening. I leaned to grab it, but she just held it at arm's length above my head.
"That is for making pastries like your grampy used to make!" I grumbled at her. "Tasty and really bad for you, not... butt stuff!"
Corinne laughed and leaned back in to kiss me. "Oh I don't know. Sounds like they found uses for it besides cooking." She put a hand behind my back and pulled me in for another kiss. I heard the lid pop off the can, and when she broke the kiss a small dollop of the white grease was planted on my nose.
"Ugh! why?" I used two fingers to clean the Crisco off my face then wiped it off on her arm. "So much for the shower!"
"Oh no, we have to shower again, whatever will we do? I'd better make the most of this." She grinned down at me.
Corinne's free hand pressed against my chest, gently forcing me down until I was laid back on the counter top, the towel protecting me from the cold of the stone. That hand moved to play with one of my nipples, sending another warm shiver across my body. More groans escaped me, filled with pleasure and anticipation. She set down her prop and used that free hand to pry a leg away from her. I tried to sit up, but the size difference does not work in my favor. The hand on my chest had me pinned.
The hand holding my leg lifted it over Corinne's shoulder. She bit me, just above my inner thigh, and walked more to my center from there. I tried to wiggle away, giggling and making noises of mock frustration and protest. Is it really trying to escape when you are also using your free leg to pull your lover closer?
When her lips touched my labia, I melted. Her breath was warm on my crotch and her tongue suffused me with pleasure. It stretched into me several times, pliable, textured, and strong. She snaked it in and out, and then switched to licking up and down my lips, almost reaching my click, but not giving me the satisfaction.
"You tease," I said, the words barely escaping my mouth between my breaths, "that's just mean!"
"What? Not doing this?" She asked, giving one quick flick to my clit before returning her teasing attention to my sensitive folds and inner cunt.
"You want more of that?" Corinne asked between licks.
"Yes, please!" This was almost a squeak.
"You only have to ask." She said but didn't change what she was doing to me.
"Oh my god, please just lick my clit!" I felt like I was going to shake myself to pieces. She carried me to an orgasmic edge and was holding me there with her tongue!
"As you wish." That amazing tongue that had been so focussed on teasing brought all of its focus to my clit. Bliss built inside me, a wave that grew and pulsed like a beacon before crashing through my body. I shuddered. My legs flexed, squeezing Corinne's face against my pussy. She kept trying to lick me, but having her face fully squished against my bits made that difficult. Having to move her head so she could keep breathing didn't help. Neither did the amused laughter that bubbled out of her
Corinne kissed her way up my body. Somehow the towel around my hair was still on. She untwisted it, making my dirty blonde hair plop onto the counter. That towel was used to clean my juices from her face. My girlfriend stopped and looked down at me, hair tumbling across the countertop, fresh sweat glistening across my body, and cum leaking from my pussy.
"Oops," she said, laying her head on my stomach, "I made a mess."
"That's..." I struggled to speak. "That's fine. I'll care about that in a minute. Don't move, you feel really good right there." Her body's pressure and warmth leveled me. It was sweet, and comforting after she had tossed me around and used me like a plaything.
There was a game I wanted to play with her. After a few more minutes I started to wiggle. "My turn." I said.
