Chapter 2

“I collect them,” Amber admitted, steering Kyrie toward the dimly lighted living room.

The two girls sat on the plush leather sofa and admired the fireplace. Kyrie asked about the bearskin rug and Amber confessed that it was a fake. Amber leaned closed and whispered in Kyrie’s ear that, fake or not, she just loved to fuck on her ‘Big Bad Bear’ rug.

“You got, there’s a little…” Amber said softly and licked the smidgeon of whipped cream from Kyrie’s snub nose.

Kyrie let out a little squeal when Amber did this. Her pretty eyes opened wide and stared at Amber for a long moment.

“Is this, is this okay?” Amber whispered.

Amber leaned toward Kyrie again and softly kissed Kyrie’s pretty mouth. It was a soft, lingering kiss. Amber pulled back and looked into Kyrie’s blue eyes.

“This okay?” Amber repeated.

“I uh, I yeah,” Kyrie gasped out and Amber gave the girl’s lips a second soft kiss.

Kyrie set her empty mug onto the small table to her left. Amber leaned over and softly kissed Kyrie’s pouting pink lips. After lightly biting down on Kyrie’s bottom lip, Amber asked Kyrie if she’d like another Hot Mint Chocolate.

“I uh, I yeah,” Kyrie quietly admitted, eyes blinking rapidly.

Amber made them each another doctored hot mint chocolate and again squirted a dollop of whipped cream on top of the steaming brews.

“Oh, I, uh, how old, you old enough to…” Amber thought to ask as she handed Kyrie her mug.

“I’m nineteen,” Kyrie confessed.

Amber put another log onto the fire and again, the two women sat and watched the flames dance. They both let out a bit of a gasp when the new log suddenly caught on fire.

“I uh, so, how late, when you have to be home?” Amber softly asked, putting a casual hand on Kyrie’s upper thigh.

“I, not ’til late,” Kyrie admitted.

They kissed softly. It was just a lip to lip kiss, but there was a promise of much more in the minty, chocolaty sweetness of their kiss.

“I uh, I told my mom it was a party and since I don’t go in tomorrow,” Kyrie whispered and pressed her lips to Amber’s lips.

“So…” Amber crooned, edging Kyrie’s bulky sweater up, revealing the thermal undershirt Kyrie wore under the sweater.

“So, I get home when I get home,” Kyrie stated, taking another sip of her drink.

Kyrie let out a shiver when Amber’s warm hand came in contact with Kyrie’s bare skin. Kyrie put her mug onto the small end table and twisted in her seat. Amber put her own mug next to Kyrie’s mug; she didn’t bother looking for a coaster. Amber helped Kyrie pull the bulky sweater and thermal undershirt up and off, exposing Kyrie’s pretty pink lace bra and pale belly and shoulders.

With another kiss, Amber pulled her silk tank top up and off, baring her 32D breasts and tanned belly. Leaning in to kiss Kyrie again, Amber deftly unclasped Kyrie’s pink bra, baring the girl’s pale breasts and hard nipples.

“I, I’m fat,” Kyrie whispered.

Amber didn’t bother to answer; Kyrie was fat. To confirm the statement might kill the mood. To deny the statement might anger the beautiful girl. Instead, Amber kissed Kyrie’s lips then bent her head to kiss Kyrie’s breasts.

“Mm, I, oh!” Kyrie sighed out as Amber tongued Kyrie’s pale pink areole.

Amber could taste Kyrie’s sweat. She could taste the remnants of whatever laundry detergent Kyrie’s mother washed Kyrie’s bras in. While she teased Kyrie’s sensitive nipple and areole with her tongue, she also rubbed up and down Kyrie’s paunch. Giving Kyrie’s gasping, wet lips another kiss, Amber then attacked Kyrie’s other nipple.

“Mm, oh, oh, I, augh!” Kyrie protested lightly as Amber easily worked Kyrie’s metal snap through the buttonhole of her far too snug blue jeans.

Amber silenced any protest by pissing Kyrie’s lips while she worked Kyrie’s zipper down. She nibbled lightly on Kyrie’s lips and was pleased when Kyrie returned her passion. Amber dipped her hand underneath the elastic waistband of Kyrie’s thermal pants.

Amber’s mother was a large woman. From birth on, Amber had believed her mother was easily the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Bethany Soorell, Amber’s first crush had also been a rotund girl and Amber had loved kissing Bethany’s sweet lips, hugging the chubby girl tightly, feeling all the softness of Bethany’s wonderfully plump body pressing against her own body.

“Oh, oh you nasty girl,” Amber thought, feeling Kyrie’s bald mound with her fingertips. “Oh, you naughty little girl, shaving your sweet little honey pot.”

With one more kiss to Kyrie’s lips, Amber got to her feet. Kyrie’s eyes seemed glazed as Amber wiggled out of her jeans and skimpy thong panties. Amber froze for a moment, letting Kyrie get a good look at her tanned flesh, her large breasts with light brown nipples, her sleek belly and sparsely covered pubic mound. Amber had not shaped or formed her pubic hair; it grew naturally into an odd pattern. In truth, her bush resembled a tree. A thin wisp of curls covered her slit, widening slightly as the hairs traversed upward, until just above her slit. Then the hairs branched outward in a small half-circle of brown.

Kneeling between Kyrie’s thick legs, Amber quickly untied Kyrie’s tennis shoes.

“I’m fat,” Kyrie said again as Amber reached up to pull Kyrie’s jeans, thermal underwear and full cotton briefs down.

“Mm hmm,” Amber agreed as Kyrie’s bare pussy came into view. “You’re beautiful.”

When Amber had Kyrie out of jeans and panties, she helped the rotund girl to her feet. Kyrie was slightly shorter than Amber as Amber hugged her against her nude flesh. Amber kissed the girl while her hands roamed up and down, feeling the rolls of flabby flesh. Amber then guided Kyrie to the faux bear skin rug.

I, I want our first time to be special,” Amber whispered as she lay the girl onto the stiff fur of the rug. “And what could be more special than a blazing fire, a bear skin rug, you and me?”

“Uh huh,” Kyrie agreed and craned up for another kiss.

Kyrie grunted as Amber lay on top of her. Amber pressed her pubic mound against Kyrie’s bald mound. Amber pressed her full weight onto Kyrie, mashing her crotch and her breasts against Kyrie’s flesh. Hungrily, Amber kissed Kyrie’s gasping mouth. Amber’s hands cupped Kyrie’s heavy breasts, squeezing them while her thumbs rubbed against Kyrie’s hard nipples.

Kyrie groaned out loud when Amber began to suckle at Kyrie’s left nipple. Amber continued to squeeze Kyrie’s right breast while she tasted Kyrie’s left breast.

Amber could taste Kyrie’s sweat as she sucked on Kyrie’s hard nipple. For a brief moment, Amber wondered what breast milk tasted like. Amber concentrated on pleasuring Kyrie, pleasuring the big beautiful woman with her tongue.

Amber could feel Kyrie’s wet and puffy inner lips pressing against her own wet, puffy inner lips. Amber ground her hips, mashing her crotch against Kyrie’s crotch as forcefully as she could. Amber jolted in surprise when Kyrie’s crotch gave a spasm; Amber felt a sudden spray of fluid from Kyrie’s crotch.

“Oh, oh, oh, I, oh that…” Kyrie panted and shook in pleasure.

Amber reluctantly broke the crotch to crotch contact and wiggled down. She could taste the sweat that had formed on the undersides of Kyrie’s breasts. Amber swiped her tongue back and forth, tasting her sweet little plaything’s flesh.

“Augh!” Kyrie gave out a little cry as Amber none too gently bit down on Kyrie’s belly.

Amber kissed, nipped and gnawed her way down to Kyrie’s bald mound. Amber could smell Kyrie’s excitement; it was a heady scent of musk and sweat. She forced herself to slow down, savor the moment. Amber kissed and nipped along Kyrie’s bald mound, but avoided contact with Kyrie’s wet inner lips and Kyrie’s fat clitoris.

“Oh! Ack! I, oh God!” Kyrie cried out when Amber delivered a light bite to Kyrie’s fat clitoris.

Amber felt her face become wet with Kyrie’s ejaculation. Amber swiped her tongue around her lips, getting a good taste of Kyrie. Then she lapped at Kyrie’s fat lips, getting right to the source of the nectar.

“I, oh, oh, oh God, oh God,” Kyrie panted as Amber lapped at her lips.

Aieegh!” Kyrie screamed out as Amber thrust two fingers into Kyrie’s wetness.

“Aieegh!” Kyrie screamed out again as Amber sucked forcefully on Kyrie’s clitoris.

After Kyrie’s third orgasm, Amber twisted and swung herself around. Amber straddled Kyrie’s head, bringing her pussy down to Kyrie’s gasping mouth.

Amber gasped and cooed; apparently this was not Kyrie’s first time with another girl. Kyrie used her thumbs to open Amber’s pretty pussy and Kyrie used her tongue to lap at Amber’s slick inner lips. Flattening her tongue, Kyrie eagerly lapped at Amber’s nectar.

“Oh, oh, you nasty girl,” Amber grunted out as Kyrie’s tongue tickled Amber’s anus.

Amber shuddered then brought her mouth back down to Kyrie’s tasty little honeypot. From then on, it was a race to see who could bring the other to orgasm first.

Kyrie wormed two fingers into Amber’s anus. With her other hand, she sought out Amber’s g-spot. Amber screamed and shuddered in a forceful orgasm. She sat up, sitting on Kyrie’s face and rode Kyrie’s face to a third orgasm.

Then Amber rolled and twisted herself to lie next to Kyrie. The two women hugged and kissed. Kyrie smiled a happy little smile.

“I can taste myself on you,” Kyrie giggled.

“And you taste good,” Amber whispered, sucking on Kyrie’s tongue.

The fire was burning low when Amber roused Kyrie. Kyrie looked at her tiny watch, then sat up.

“It, it’s two, it’s after two?” Kyrie asked, lumbering to her feet.

“Yeah,” Amber said, unconcerned.

The large digital clock on the far wall read ‘Two Twenty’ in letters and in numbers. Amber wondered at Kyrie’s frantic movements. Then Amber remembered; Kyrie was nineteen years old. Kyrie lived at home with her mother and her step-father.

“Mm, oh God,” Amber thought, watching the chubby cutie bending over to gather her clothes.

Kyrie’s ass was a large, round ass. Her light brown anus and coral pink lips were framed by pasty white flesh. Watching the girl wiggle into her pretty pink panties, then hefting her 38D breasts into her pretty bra had Amber wanting to touch the beautiful blonde again. The sight of Kyrie’s flabby flesh had Amber wanting to touch herself.

“I, oh, oh man, my mom’s going to…” Kyrie babbled as she stepped into her tennis shoes.

“You got my number; call me sometime,” Amber asked as Kyrie prepared to bolt out the front door.