LATE FRIDAY NIGHT -- THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING
"You didn't start without me?" Ingrid whispered, pulling down the covers and wrapping her bare arms and legs around Ellen. Her tongue thrust gently into the older woman's mouth, but the fleeting taste of pussy must have been in Ellen's dream.
"INGRID! What are you doing?" she blurted, "Why aren't you with Arial?"
She's sleeping so hard it would take a cannon to wake her. A BIG cannon! But I was awake and started thinking about my wonderful Thanksgiving feast with you on the menu. And THAT made me horny!"
"We can't do this. What if Arial wakes up and comes downstairs."
"First, that's not going to happen. I've tried to wake her before. And second, that's not going to happen. Now kiss me!
Ingrid hastily unbuttoned Ellen's pajama top, freeing her breasts and eagerly sucking her nipples into sensitive spikes while her hands molded and caressed the older woman's full breasts. Ellen's resistance faded.
"That feels sooo good!" Ellen whispered, and Ingrid began biting her nipple lightly, drawing small gasps as her teeth nibbled. Ellen could feel warmth in her pussy as the girl's hand slid between her legs.
"Mmm! You're already wet!" Ingrid whispered, smiling at Ellen who was suddenly embarrassed.
"I was having a sexy dream just before you woke me up."
"I hope you were dreaming about my face between your legs."
Ellen quaked inwardly -- half embarrassed, half aroused -- at the thought of Ingrid looking closely at her pussy. She was still adjusting to the idea of a young, attractive woman devouring her pussy with every sign of eager pleasure.
"Do all pussies look alike?" she asked as Ingrid worked her pajama pants off.
"Oh no!" Ingrid replied. "Some are like closed buds with just a tiny slit you have to tease open. Others are like blossoming orchids, wide open from the start.
Once I slept with a black girl who had really dark skin. She had these dark, plump outer lips, but once I spread them open she was all reddish-pink inside like a beautiful sunset. In fact, once you get them open, pussies have all these amazing shades of pink. They're beautiful!"
"I'm not complaining, but you said you're basically straight ... you're not gay, so why sleep with women?"
"Practical reasons mostly, and because I looove women's bodies! Professors are off limits at school. Nearly all are married or gay and I don't fuck married guys. And most guys in college don't have much experience so they don't know how to get you off. And call me shallow, but when I go to bed with somebody I *DEFINITELY* want to come!"
"Girls mostly know how to get themselves off or are willing to learn. But it's bizarre how some guys refuse to admit they don't know how to satisfy a woman. It's like their egos won't let them learn something if it makes them look like a noob."
By this time Ingrid had pushed the covers off the bed, removed Ellen's pajamas and was settling down, pushing the woman's legs wide, inhaling her enticing smell.
