It is a cold winter night here in the upper mid-west. But not so cold that my friend Barb and I can not get together for our weekly get together for some fun.
Either she comes to my place or I will go to hers. Whoever travels brings fast food. Before we eat, we get comfy. By that I mean we strip, put a remote butterfly in place, put on tight body hugging panties which help secure the butterfly at that magical spot. We also insert a panty liner before securing everything in place for good reason. We put on terry cloth robes that have been pre-warmed in an oven to make them so cozy when touching our aroused senses.
We get the table ready for the fast food before it gets cold. At the time we sit down to begin eating the food, we turn on each other's butterfly, which are remotely controlled.
The one that has an orgasm last from the butterfly gets to be eaten first as a reward for being able to hold out the longest from having an orgasm. It has become a game with us. We really struggle while we are eating because the other person is controlling the vibrations of the butterfly. We giggle and laugh at what is happening to our bodies as the toy vibrates and works up our passion for more intimate pleasures as we are trying to eat.
This particular night Barb orgasmed before I did meaning she would do me first with her hot tongue.
As soon as a person had orgasmed the units would be shut off but left in place.
After the meal we clean up the meal mess and giggle while doing the chores. Our state of arousal was increasing knowing the time for some real fun was approaching. Feeling our hardened nipples rubbing our robe, keeping our tension up also.
The person that is the first to be treated has the choice of sofa, chair, bed, floor, table, or any other venue of choice to have the pleasure take place.
Since I was the person that was going to be treated first, I opted to use the chair where I could drape my legs over the armrest, have my butt at the edge and everything fully exposed.
Another thing we had agreed on, is that the person doing the dessert snacking may use any and all means at her disposal to bring the other person to an orgasm in the fastest possible time. Everything was fair game.
This particular evening I placed myself into the chair and readied myself for the mouth, lips, tongue, fingers and toy action that would bring me to a big "O".
We always kiss when we are in position to play, to kind of get things started, feel each other's breast pressing into each other and to make sure the other persons nipples are hard.
This pretty much sets the stage for the story.
Barb decided to start our session after the preliminary playing by licking from my knees, up the inside of my thigh to the magic button but not touching it.
I was pinching my nipples and massaging my boobs.
My mind drifted back to my teenage days and the first time I ever experienced girl on girl sex.
I knew that I would get boobs sooner or later because all girls did. I never realized what pleasure they could bring until my buds started to appear. God they were sensitive. I tried to get my tongue to them while messing with them but could not reach them. I filled out as I was maturing.
In high school, I did what most of us girls do and enjoyed my time there but never experienced girl/girl sex
It was not until I was invited to a sorority party in my second year in college that I was introduced to it.
I was invited to a sleep over at the sorority house by one of my classmates in Spanish class. She indicated that it would be sophomores and up through grad school and no boys.
I had been to sleep overs in high school. I also felt it would be a great way to make new friends, so it was no big deal.
At the sleep over, we watched popular videos, snacked, danced and talked about the boys. My gender reading this knows, so no details are necessary.
As we got tired, we would one by one drift off to the area we had chosen to sleep. We had spread our sleeping bags around earlier. We got our favorite cuddly friend (yes, still used mine), pillow and zipped ourselves in. There were not enough beds for all of us, we were asked to bring sleeping bags.
I must have fallen asleep when my head hit my pillow because I heard nothing more until hearing, "Mmmm...mmmm...mmmm." It was quite for a few seconds, then I heard, "Yes...Oh god...Yes!" next. Then silence again. The room was dark except for a little night-light. I did not make a move but my heart was racing wondering who and what was going on. I was so wide-awake by then as if I had 100 cups of coffee or cans of soda.
I strained to hear more and then, I heard a much softer, "Mmmmmm...mmmmmmmmm...oh...mmmmmm."
This was followed with a more audible, "Use your tongue, Jean."
My heart leaped into my throat and my heart started to race.
I knew Jean was two sleeping bags over but...
I squinted in the dark and could see the outline of a head, as if looking downward, moving and rocking slightly.
My God, Jean had gotten into the sleeping bag of Erin and was doing something pleasurable to her. Was Jean licking Erin's boob like I lick mine and wishing it was a boy's tongue and not my own?
This went on for some time. All the while my heart was racing and I was getting wetter and wetter in my panties and could smell my leakage. What was happening to me?
I had read about girls doing this but to me they were slutty girls in a story not my classmates.
