I flipped the armrest up off the seat, and pulled her closer to me. Her tits pressed against mine, and I could feel the hardness of her nipples rub against my own. The car was cold, but our body heat and letter jackets kept us warm.
Kristen reached behind her, and grabbed my dance bag, full of clothes, and shoved it between me and the driver side door. She pushed me back onto it as her mouth fell upon my neck, near my collarbone. My fingers tangled in her dark hair, removing her hair band, as her mouth traveled to the soft swell of my breast. She glanced up and looked at me, her eyes mirroring my lust. My heart was pounding and my tits were aching for her mouth. She pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, watching my response intently as I dropped my head back and began to moan. Satisfied with my reaction, she licked my nipple with a warm, flat tongue, and then so quickly did she begin to suck, I arched my back in sheer surprise and pleasure. She released my tender flesh only for it's twin moments later, her hand working the nipple she had left.
"Oh, my god," I whispered hoarsely.
Looking up, my dearest friend, for whom I would do anything, gave me yet another reason to love her. She traced her finger from my areola across my stomach, around my bellybutton, and then directly down. She reached underneath my skirt and gently cupped my lace covered pussy. I took a sharp breath as she pushed aside my thong, and slowly, softly, explored my bare lips.
"You shave yours?!" she asked in surprise.
"Yeah," I managed with a smile, "I saw it on the internet once."
She stared at my moistened mound for a moment, and then slowly licked her top lip. Without averting her gaze, she moved her body back away from me while pulling my legs forward. When she was done, her breath was on my pussy, and my thighs were on either side of her head. Then she began.
It was the most incredible experience I had felt until then. She traced the opening of my pink lips with her dark tongue, and I lost control. As she began to push past my soft skin into my wet slit, my hands, still woven in her hair, suddenly pressed her face into my pussy. Both of us gasping for breath, she shoved her tongue into my hole, and then with a flat tongue, she licked from my opening over the folds of skin, and pushed roughly over my clit. I almost screamed in pleasure, as she began to hold back my lips and lap at my clit like a kitten would do with a bowl of cream. My face pressed against the steamed window, all it took was a glance down at my best friend eating my newly deflowered pussy to send me over the edge.
My thighs began to tighten, and my hips thrust up to meet Kristen's golden tongue. The explosion washed over me in waves, my eyes never leaving the sight of Kristen's mouth being filled with my pussy juice. She continued to explore inside my lips with her tongue, even after I had cum. Gently I raised her head from between my thighs, and smiled, as I saw her face was covered with my juice. I sat up as I pulled her to me, and began to lick my honey from her face. Her tongue met mine and we kissed passionately as my taste covered my own mouth.
My hands went back to her magnificent tits, which I began to fondle through her bra, as she nuzzled her face into my neck and covered me with soft, tiny kisses.
"I want to make you feel good," I said softly.
"I'm all for it," she said with a smile.
As I slowly moved a hand from her tits to lower latitudes, we heard a call from the house.
"Girls! Chili's ready! Get on in here!"
We quickly sat back from each other, her mother's voice not a welcomed intrusion.
"We better get dressed," she stated awkwardly.
"Yeah, I know."
Quickly we arranged our clothes, and made our way into the house, looking at each other with a mixture of lust, fear, and guilt the whole time. We mostly felt lust, though. Eating chili at the table with her family was pure torture, as Kristen sat next to me, and I wanted to finish what we had started so badly. I thought about touching her under the table, but what if her parents or brother noticed? I couldn't. I was too much of a chicken shit.
Kristen's mom asked me again if I had called my aunt to let her know I was eating with them. I said I hadn't, and she suggested that I do so that very minute. With much reluctance, I got up and went into the kitchen. Dialing the numbers, I began to get a little nervous. I did not have a good relationship with my aunt and uncle, and I knew that they would not be pleased or lenient with me for not calling. I knew this when I was reminded to call in the first place, but if I had called, I would not be permitted to stay. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, that was my theory.
The phone call did not go well, as expected. I was informed that I better get my ass home, that I was in for it. I knew that I would be. I was always on their shit list, as they called it. Just another day in my life.
I went back into the dining room and thanked Kristen's mom for dinner, looking at beautiful Kristen the whole time. Her eyes were sympathetic, she knew what I had to go home to. I signaled for her to call me, said good night to everyone, and left the house.
The night had gotten colder, and I looked up at the stars as I crossed her gravel driveway. There was a clarity in the air, between the chill, the cloudless black sky ablaze with celestial lights, and the crunching sound my shoes made across the gravel. The wind moved through the trees, creating a rustle among the autumn leaves not yet sent to the earth. The moment was like an explanation that I could not translate. Reaching my car, I opened the door, moved my dance bag to the passenger seat, and slipped inside.
After turning the key into the ignition, I turned down the music, and with my hands and head resting on the steering wheel, I took a moment to think about my day. I had been embarrassed beyond belief in school, lost my virginity to my incredibly sexy history teacher, and had my pussy licked by my incredibly sexy best friend. It was a lot to take in. My head swam with the details of the events, when I realized I had not performed my dance team check-offs for Kristen as instructed.
I'll just call her when I get home, I thought. She'd cover for me, I knew.
Tired, and not really up to going home and facing the tyrants, I backed out of the driveway and turned up the radio. I changed the station, never settling on anything. All I wanted to think about was seeing Mr. McPhee and Kristen tomorrow. I just needed to get through the night alone, and tomorrow would be even better than today. I wondered out loud what my name would sound like if Mr. McPhee married me.
"Quinn McPhee," I stated with a smile.
Then I realized with a frown that I didn't know his first name.
"No biggie," I reasoned out loud, "All that matters is that he loves me. I'll find out tomorrow."
