Author's Note: This is the second part of a triptych, and follows from my previous story 'Questioning.' While it's not absolutely necessary to read that one first, it certainly couldn't hurt.
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It was so cliched it was almost funny. Or rather, it would have been funny if it wasn't the single most mortifying thing that had ever happened to her.
Despite what they'd both been worried about when their first night as roommate ended with them half-naked in bed with each other, coming their brains out, the little experiment hadn't ruined Annie and Sinead's friendship. In fact, it had defined it.
They both dated, Sinead a little more casually because she didn't have to worry about getting pregnant—or a reputation as a slut—and because there were so many other experimenting girls eager to have a real live experienced lesbian show them the ropes. But when they weren't seeing someone—or when Annie was seeing a guy who thought it was hot—they spent a few evenings a week making out. After all, why not? They were hot, it was fun, it was safe, and neither one of them was getting bored of it anytime soon.
Well, sort of. Neither of them wanted to stop, but Annie was starting to feel like she was missing out. And that was what led to this whole embarrassing situation; that lazy Saturday afternoon in November when they'd been getting hotter and heavier than normal to combat the chill, and Annie had just blurted it out.
Sinead pulled her mouth back from Annie's heaving chest with a wet pop. "Seriously?"
Annie was blushing. She couldn't believe she'd said it, but now that she had she wasn't about to go back on it. "Well...yeah, I mean, why not?"
Sinead blinked. Her eyes were wide in shock, but there was a glint of hope in them. "I thought you said you...you know, you just wanted to keep making out."
Annie shrugged. "Well, exactly. I mean, I'm straight..." Sinead blinked, clearly not following. "So that means I have a really clear...you know, line for what counts as sex. So unless you're going at me with a strap-on or something..."
She trailed off as Sinead's eyes met hers, and the resulting image made both girls blush. Annie's eyes snapped to the bedsheets. "I just mean that...that it won't be...you know, 'sex' sex. And if it's not really sex, then it's still just making out."
Sinead blinked, trying to follow the train of thought even as their heaving, half-naked bodies were still pressed together. Eventually, she shrugged. "Works for me!"
Her lips returned to Annie's naked torso with a vengeance, kissing her way down Annie's gently-curved belly as sure hands unzipped her skirt. When her panties were revealed, Sinead wasted no time in burying her nose in the scrap of pink lace, taking a deep, appreciative sniff that made Annie moan in anticipation.
"Do you want me to take them off," Sinead growled against the lace, "or pull them over?"
Annie blushed, eyes squeezing shut and head snapping back to the pillow. "T...take them off!"
Sinead grinned a brilliant, hungry grin as she readily slipped her fingers under the thin straps of her roommate's thong, tugging gently but insistently down the redhead's nervously-clenched thighs. When her panties were off Annie reflexively curled up on herself, pressing her legs together and pulling them up in a way that only served to perfectly frame the smooth, gently-bulging slit for Sinead's hungry eyes.
"Hello, sexiest thing I've ever seen," Sinead murmured, and the reminder of that first night, of the way she first found out Sinead was a lesbian, made Annie blush even more. She was so nervous, much more so than she'd thought she'd be, but Sinead's gentle hands slowly parted her thighs, revealing the shock of curly red fur and the smooth lips below it.
Annie's breath caught as Sinead's head dipped down, but it was just to take another sniff, this time straight from the source. "Have you ever had a guy do this?" Sinead whispered, and Annie could feel the brunette's hot breath against her center.
Annie nodded shakily. "My...my boyfriend in high school. Donny..." He'd done it once, and only once, and when they'd both gotten frustrated with how long it was taking she'd agreed never to bring it up again. But Sinead already had her hotter and wetter than Donny had after ten minutes of licking.
"Ooh, but Dylan hasn't?"
Annie blushed. "Dylan and I aren't...we haven't gone that far yet."
Sinead looked up in surprise. "Oh, come on. I thought you said you blew him?"
"Well yeah, but...that's not as big a deal."
Sinead just shook her head with a wry grin. "Fucking straight people."
Without any further warning her lips touched Annie's, and the redhead practically exploded.
Sinead's kiss between her legs was as smooth and confident as it was on her mouth. Annie couldn't stop her hips from arching up, begging for more even as Sinead refused to do anything more than brush her closed lips up and down Annie's aching slit. She squirmed when she felt Sinead's straight, silky hair brush the skin, and the brunette drew back with a smile.
"Oops, almost forgot." As Sinead reached for one of the ever-present hairbands at her left wrist and quickly piled her hair up behind her head to keep it out of the way, Annie remembered that first night again and felt like laughing. Then Sinead dove back in, and that laugh turned to a moan.
Annie was so nervous and excited and overwhelmed that she could feel her peak approaching before Sinead's tongue even touched her. But Sinead seemed to sense that. Instead of licking, like Annie desperately wanted her to, she slid back to kiss and nuzzle the insides of Annie's thighs until the inferno between the redhead's legs was back down to a slow burn. When Annie's breathing relaxed and her weighty chest stopped bouncing, Sinead kissed her way back up.
The first time Sinead's tongue parted her folds, Annie's hips shot forward and a moan was ripped from her throat, but Sinead refused to play along. She just licked from bottom to top, again and again, her tongue slipping deeper into the folds each time but never quite going as far up as Annie's clit. Soon Sinead's lips sped up and the redhead's hips were bucking with the rhythm, hands clenched in her roommate's hair for dear life and breathy pleas tumbling from her lips.
"Oh God please, please baby I'm so close, please more I need it I'm so close..."
Annie squealed as Sinead's tongue dove deep inside her, wriggling and writhing and making Annie's entire body squirm and jolt like she'd been tased. Annie could feel her muscles clenching, her thighs and the muscles in her stomach and the other ones deep inside her all converging on Sinead's talented tongue, begging her for release.
When Sinead's tongue was replaced by two fingers and the brunette's lips wrapped around her clit and began to suck, she got it.
Annie had come with Sinead before, the first night and many nights since; in fact, if they had enough time, she was almost guaranteed at least one orgasm courtesy of her conscientious roommate. And she'd watched, blushing, as Sinead had tasted that orgasm, licking and sucking it from her own fingers and humming like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. But she'd never felt it before, never felt Sinead sucking and gulping as the river of wetness flowed out of her and directly into the brunette's hot, waiting mouth. The heat and the suction and the knowledge that she was coming in her roommate's mouth and that the girl was gulping it down and moaning like it brought her just as much pleasure as it did Annie actually made her come again, a smaller, sharper orgasm that just gave Sinead more incentive to bury her tongue deep and suck and savor every drop.
Finally, Annie had to pull the brunette's face away, too sore and drained to continue. Sinead slid up her body with a satisfied smile, kissed her and let the taste of her own orgasm fill her mouth. Annie had never done that before Sinead, but by now she'd tasted herself on her roommate's fingers several times, blushing all the while. While she still used her own fingers on Sinead when she could, Annie had never been able to bring herself to taste those; to her it just seemed too close to...
Well, to this.
Annie was so lost in the afterglow and the weight and heat of Sinead's smooth body coiled atop hers that she never even heard the door.
"Oh my god..."
Sinead giggled. "You're welcome."
Annie's head lolled to the side, and she blinked lazily. Then her entire body froze. "Oh my god." Before Sinead could even turn her head Annie was practically jumping up, throwing the sheet over herself and desperately trying to put as much distance as possible between her and her roommate. "Oh God!"
Sinead grabbed Annie's shirt from the side of the bed to cover herself just on instinct before she even looked up. Her eyes went wide, as wide as those of the couple standing in the doorway.
Annie swallowed hard, breathing still ragged and not about to get any less so. "Mom? Dad? What...what are you doing here?"
