Housewives And Cheerleaders Ch 47

Returning from the bathroom to the living room, Olivia moved up very quietly behind Gina, who was facing away from her. The two of them stayed in that position for a minute, almost touching, feeling each other's presence nearby. Then Gina lifted her head and looked up; their eyes met, and Olivia leaned down to kiss her.

At that moment all their pent-up tension was released. Gina wrapped her arms around Olivia and pulled her down onto the couch. They made out passionately for several minutes, then Olivia released Gina's surging breasts from her dress and began to suckle on them. Thinking that these breasts had fed the children she used to babysit gave her an extra special thrill.

As Olivia leaned over her, Gina slid both hands into the younger girl's blouse and cupped one breast in each hand while nuzzling her nose into Olivia's soft hair. She couldn't believe how soft Olivia was, how good she smelled. Gina had never made love to a girl, but when she'd run into Olivia at the supermarket, something had stirred within her. Her sex life of late had been nonexistent, and somehow the presence of this beautiful young woman had sent her mind off in new directions.

Since then it was pretty much all she'd thought about. At times she wondered if she might be going crazy... had she really sensed something different under Olivia's friendliness, or was it all in her mind? Numerous times she thought about calling off the dinner. But it would be nice to have some company anyway, and they would just see what transpired. And now it was all happening so fast; she was breathless with desire and sweet confusion.

With her mouth still wrapped around Gina's left nipple, Olivia slipped her right hand under the hem of Gina's dress and between the older woman's thighs. They were marvelously smooth and silky but well-muscled underneath, and Gina clamped Olivia's hand between them as she moaned into Olivia's ear.

Reaching both arms out as far as they would go, Gina felt and squeezed Olivia's plump yet firm young ass. She took some time to admire the shape of it, lifting the girl's skirt to get a a better look. Olivia meanwhile had worked one hand down the top of Gina's white lace panties and through the soft fur to the wetness underneath.

Soon they adjourned upstairs to the bedroom. There Olivia unzipped Gina's dress and helped her out of it. She wasn't wearing a bra, and neither was Olivia, who quickly shucked off her blouse and wriggled out of her skirt. That left them both just in panties, and in that condition they embraced, kissing deeply and wrapping their arms around each other, their naked breasts pressing together.

Finally Olivia broke the clinch and sank to her knees. Grabbing the waistband of Gina's panties, she pulled them down around the older woman's ankles and pushed her nose right into the magical spot where Gina's thighs met, the curly hairs tickling her face. Awkwardly positioned and thrown off balance by the shockwave of pleasure that ran through her, Gina stumbled and fell back onto the bed -- whereupon Olivia pulled her panties the rest of the way off, spread her legs, and dove in.

Like any good Catholic girl, Gina called many times for Jesus as Olivia pleasured her with tongue and fingers. When she'd made Gina come twice Olivia crawled up beside her and they kissed. Gina was unprepared for the sinful deliciousness of her own juice on the younger girl's lips; she cleaned them off like she was licking icing off a fork. When she was finished Gina rolled Olivia over onto her back and straddled her.

After feasting on Olivia's mouth Gina kissed, licked, and bit her ear, then her neck, then started moving downward, lingering at all of the interesting parts. These included not just the breasts -- wonderful as they were, with their nipples pointing straight at the sky -- but the sternum, the navel, and the hipbones. Girls are so soft, she thought, so yummy, so delightful... what have I been doing all my life?

She ran her lips through Olivia's sparse, cottony pubic hair and the girl opened like a flower. Olivia's pussy lips were a pale brownish-red and when Gina parted them with a finger, she was bright pink inside. Gina finger-fucked her for a while -- enjoying the way Olivia moaned and her hips moved in response, trying to get more inside -- then leaned in for an experimental taste. The flavor was mostly sweet, but with a slight sour note that only made it more intoxicating.

Gina started to lick away in earnest, swelling with pride at the pleasure she was bringing to her young friend. It was wonderful how Olivia arched her back, how she called out Gina's name, how her foot felt against Gina's back. And when Olivia's orgasm started to shudder through her, her clit vibrating against Gina's face, Gina felt a satisfaction she'd never felt before. Making a man come was so easy, there was no challenge to it; this really felt like an accomplishment.

Gina moved up next to Olivia and they lay silently intertwined for a while. Olivia had had a lot of sex in her young life, but no one had made love to her like this before. She felt completely relaxed and secure with Gina's arms wrapped around her.

Gina, for her part, was suffused with a contentment that made all her problems seem far, far away. It was getting late by now, and they mainly just murmured to each other in the dark until it was time for Olivia to go; she had a curfew. As she watched Olivia dress, Gina was reminded of the fact that her new lover was still, technically, a teenager, and she felt a pang of guilt; but it didn't last long.