Before she could ponder that thought too long, she felt Jenny's lips release her nipple and her petting slow. She looked down to see Jenny watching her face with hungry interest, studying her reaction and waiting in anticipation of something new. As their eyes met, Jenny gracefully slide two fingers into Ami's pussy up to her knuckles, their passage eased by her copious juices. Ami held her friend's gaze as she cried out loudly in pleasure, grabbing the arms of the chair to anchor her against the tidal wave of pleasure.
As Jenny worker her fingers in and out of her, Ami wondered who was really in charge here. Sure, she had won the bet, and she was the one receiving pleasure, but she was also the one splayed out in her chair for all to see, trembling with pleasure at every motion of Jenny's hand, utterly at her mercy. If Jenny had asked her to beg for her orgasm, she would have begged like a shameless whore. Across the room, Kurt and Hipster Douche had a clear view of her eager snatch, watching her cunt contract around Jenny's fingers, watching Jenny explore her body. But as each pleasurable motion sent her higher and higher, she couldn't find it in herself to care about her new exhibitionism, nor about Jenny's mastery of her body; let them watch as she spread herself for Jenny's tongue, let them watch as Jenny wrung moan after moan from her body, let them watch when Jenny finally drove her helplessly to a quaking orgasm. In the moment, none of it mattered, nothing but the feel of Jenny's fingers within her.
And then, all of a sudden, they were gone. Ami looked down, suddenly aware of herself and her surroundings, only to see Jenny kneeling between her legs, her face inches from Ami's pussy. In the slight pause, Jenny glanced up, and in that shared moment she knew that her prior suspicions had been wrong, that this was truly new to her in spite of her talent. Now, her she was, between her friend's legs, hesitating for a moment as she contemplated the moment, that she was about to lick another woman's pussy, in front of her boyfriend no less. Ami gave her a gentle smile and reached down to stroke Jenny's hair. Jenny smiled back, licked her lips, and moved forward.
Ami's world quaked. She cried out as she felt the warmth of Jenny's lips caressing her pussy, her firm, hot tongue licking at her wetness. As Jenny's tongue probed her eager hole, she grabbed onto her friend's head and began to grind her pussy against her face. Jenny began to lick more vigorously before moving north, her tongue probing for Ami's clit, and when she found it, Ami swore she saw stars. Jenny's tongue licked and flicked her firm button, each contact rocking her body with ecstasy. Her groans, moans, and panting filled the room, and she didn't care who saw her locked in the throes of pleasure.
Just as she felt she was getting a grip to weather the storm of passion, she once again felt Jenny's fingers slip into her pussy, wiggling and tugging at her walls as she felt herself spasm around her knuckles. Each motion of her fingers, each caress of her tongue, drove Ami closer and closer to the edge, and when Jenny's fingers found that sensitive spot within her at the same time her tongue flicked Ami's pink bud, her orgasm crashed into her like a train. As her mind reeled in pleasure, she let out a long, loud cry of rapture, her body bucking with the sheer force of her ecstasy. Her thighs clamped around Jenny's head as she ground herself into her friend's face with abandon, coating her with her juices.
Finally, as the last aftershocks rippled through her, she collapsed back into her chair, limp and spent. Jenny panted for a moment before rising and leaning in to kiss her, their lips playing together gently as Ami tastes her own juices on her friend's lips. Then, with a wink, she returned to her seat next to Kurt, kissing him vigorously before reaching for the cards to deal another hand.
