Chapter 3

Feeling Joee’s smooth flesh pressing against her coarse pubic hair, Joanne wondered, if the hair on her head had so many bumps, what would the hair on her pussy look like under a microscope? Joee’s warm kiss removed that thought, especially when Joee wormed her soft tongue into her mouth.

Shifting down, Joee began to tongue Joanne’s nipples. She also used her fingers to tease Joanne’s heavy breasts.

Joanne reached and began to comb her fingers through Joee’s shoulder length red hair. Joee parted her hair on the left, combing it over to the right. It was such a cute style, no wonder she was so attracted to the red headed beauty.

“Big, they’d have to be big gold hoops,” Joee murmured, giving Joanne’s nipples a savage pinch and tug.

“OMG yes,” Joanne agreed.

Joanne gasped and grunted as Joee’s lips and tongue trailed along the undersides of Joanne’s heavy breasts. She tensed as Joee’s teeth gently nibbled at Joanne’s paunch. When Joee delved her tongue into Joanne’s navel, Joanne giggled.

Joee moved the blanket aside, baring Joanne’s blonde ticket and Joanne’s tubby legs. Joanne again tensed as Joee softly kissed the cap of pubic hair.

“I, I’ve never done this…” Joee admitted then blew warm air across Joanne’s plump inner lips.

Joanne groaned when Joee used her thumbs to pull Joanne’s lips apart. The feeling of Joee’s tongue rasping over Joanne’s flesh was maddening. The feelings of Joee’s fingers probing her depths was driving Joanne closer and closer to another climax.

“I, oh, I aaieegh! OMG, oh my God yes!” Joanne squealed and shrieked when Joee lightly bit down on Joanne’s clitoris.

Joanne fell back against the soft pillow, legs firmly wrapped around Joee’s head. Joanne grunted, thrashed, and bucked as Joee’s fingers continued to piston in and out of her pussy while Joee continued to suck on Joanne’s clitoris.

“I, oh, oh God, please! Please, Joee, please stop!” Joanne sobbed out, thrashing in a second even more powerful orgasm.

Joanne slumped down, legs weakly falling away from Joee’s head. Joanne struggled to catch her breath as Joee’s tongue rasped over Joanne’s slick lips.

“And you’ve never done that before?” Joanne weakly mumbled as Joee kissed her way up Joanne’s torso.

“No,” Joee giggled. “I, but oh! I, I loved it.”

Joee kissed Joanne’s slack mouth. She again pressed her crotch against Joanne’s crotch, pressed her breasts against Joanne’s breasts.

“But I loved it; I loved pleasuring you,” Joee quietly admitted.

With one more kiss, Joee rolled away to lie next to Joanne. Out of her peripheral vision, Joanne could see the flames of the candle. She could feel the air blowing across her slightly sweaty body. Licking her lips, Joanne realized she was tasting herself, tasting the essences from Joee’s lips on her own lips.

Joee gasped out when Joanne lightly dragged a sharp fingernail across Joee’s left nipple. Joee grunted when Joanne casually flicked her fingernail hard against Joee’s nipple.

“Augh!” Joee groaned, then turned and kissed Joanne again when Joanne repeated the finger flick.

Joanne clumsily crawled across Joee, positioning herself between Joee’s pudgy thighs. Looking down into Joee’s brilliant green eyes, Joanne saw herself in Joee’s pupils. Joanne smiled and bent her head and kissed Joanne’s smiling lips. Joanne pressed her large breasts against Joee’s breasts, mashing them with her weight.

“We, we need get ours pierced,” Joee whispered as Joanne dragged her nipples back and forth over Joee’s nipples.

“Uh huh,” Joanne agreed and bent her head to suck on Joee’s left nipple.

“I mean it oh!” Joee grunted as Joanne used her teeth to stretch Joee’s breast away from Joee’s rib cage.

Joanne repeated the process with Joee’s right breast. She first sucked and licked Joee’s hard nipple, then captured the tender nub in her teeth. Increasing the pressure, Joanne pulled Joee’s breast away until Joee’s breath was almost cone shaped. Then she released Joee’s right breast and returned to Joee’s left breast.

“I augh, I oh God,” Joee writhed underneath Joanne’s assault.

Joanne wiggled down and licked underneath Joee’s large breasts. She tasted Joee’s light sheen of sweat. She tasted Joee’s skin, the faint taste of an odd soap. Travelling down, Joanne gently kissed Joee’s soft, fragrant skin.

Joanne grunted; her crotch dragged against the slightly stiff synthetic fur of the bear skin. The fibers tickled her sensitive flesh, tickled her puffy inner lips.

“Augh,” she grunted and shimmied, causing little electric shocks to travel from her crotch outward.

Joanne kissed and nibbled Joee’s slightly soft belly. Joanne could smell Joee’s light sweat, and another aroma wafting into her nostrils.

“Her excitement,” Joanne realized. “I, I’m smelling her excitement.”

“Oh God, her, this, the skin is so soft,” Joanne murmured as her lips kissed along Joee’s plump pubic mound.

“And fragrant,” Joanne thought as she breathed deeply of Joee’s scent.

Joanne used her thumbs to pull Joee’s plump mound open. Joee’s light pink inner lips were plump and slick with Joee’s excitement. When Joanne opened Joee’s outer labia with her thumbs, the aroma was overwhelming, intoxicating. Joanne lapped almost ferociously at Joee’s drooling inner lips, wanting to taste as much of Joee’s flavor as possible.

“Mmng!” Joee grunted.

Joee gasped when Joanne’s waggling tongue grazed her clitoris. Joanne thrust her tongue in as deeply as she could, then found Joee’s clitoris again. Joanne thrust two fingers into Joee’s depths while her mouth encircled Joee’s clitoris.

“Ack, ack, I, oh, oh aaieegh!” Joee grunted, then cried out in orgasm.

Joanne grunted in her own orgasm; unknowingly, she had been munching her crotch against the synthetic fur while pleasuring Joee. When Joee gently pushed Joanne’s mouth away from her far too sensitive pussy, Joanne rose up, bringing her hand down to her overheated crotch.

“You are you, you’re touching yourself? Oh you nasty, nasty girl,” Joee teased.

“Uh huh,” Joanne admitted then stiffened in orgasm.

Slumping forward, Joanne rested her sweating head on Joee’s belly. She cooed as she felt Joee’s stubby fingers combing through her hair.

A few moments later, Joanne declared, “I want another cookie.”

“Oh my God, that, you, Joanne, you have got the perfect butt,” Joee enthused, watching Joanne’s chubby buttocks flex and jiggle and waggle as Joanne scampered into the kitchen.

“It’s too big; you want another cookie?” Joanne called out.

“No; I, I don’t feel like doing any more crunches,” Joee said.

“God, you also got the nicest titties, and oh, that, that pussy, why is it called a ‘pussy?’ That pussy,” Joee thought as Joanne returned, large cookie in hand.

Joanne flopped down and nibbled on her cookie. Rolling over, she softly kissed Joee’s lips, then cuddled up against Joee.

Joanne came to, looking at the three wicks flicker and dance. She watched a rivulet of candle wax travel down the side of the thick candle. She could feel Joee’s naked breasts mashed against her back. She could feel Joee’s arm around her middle. She could smell Joee’s sweat, could feel the weight of the fleece throw weighing her down, weighing her against the thick pelt of the bearskin rug.

“Awake?” Joee asked softly.

“I, uh huh,” Joanne softly agreed.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Joee suggested.

Joee blew out the candle, then folded the fleece throw and put it on the back of the couch. Smiling, she pulled Joanne to her feet.

Arm in arm, the two girls went up the stairs. There was an elevator, but Joee had never used it.

Through Joee’s bedroom, the two girls went into the large bathroom. Joanne goggled at the sight of the large whirlpool tub and Joee agreed that they should take a bubble bath together sometime.

After brushing their teeth, and after each girl had used the commode, they lay down in the large bed. Joanne squealed happily; the bed was a Tempurpedic mattress. Joanne had wanted to try one ever since seeing the commercials for the mattress on television.

Joee gave Joanne a soft kiss ‘good night.’ Joanne repeated the maneuver. That kiss turned into a passionate kiss. While their lips mashed together, their hands found their way to each other’s breasts.

As this was their first lesbian experience, as this was Joee’s first sexual experience of any sort, other than vigorous masturbation, their attempt at sixty nine was clumsy. Finally, Joanne hit upon the idea to do a side by side sixty nine. Joanne liked the way Joee’s hairless crotch looked and wondered how hers would look without hair.

Then her ability was stripped away. Joee’s tongue batted at her clitoris while Joee’s fingers plunged into her pussy. Joanne let out a squeal when Joee’s fingers found her g-spot and Joee’s teeth gave a soft nip to Joanne’s clitoris.

“Okay, good night this time,” Joee demanded, softly kissing Joanne’s lips.

“I can taste me on you,” Joanne giggled, happy, elated.

“And I can taste me on you too,” Joee giggled.

A soft nightlight illuminated the path to the bathroom. Joanne was grateful for this; she had a few Harvey Wallbangers to release. Inside of the bathroom, a second nightlight showed her the way to the commode.

“Am I? I’m not. I, I can’t be,” Joanne argued with herself.

Gray light filtered into the bedroom. Joanne snuggled down; Joee’s arm was wrapped around her, holding her, keeping her warm and safe.

“OMG, this bed? This bed is the best,” Joanne mumbled.

“Uh huh,” Joee agreed. “Give me a minute and I’ll make us a couple of omelets, okay?”

“OMG, omelets?” Joanne enthused.

“Joanne, good God, you have any idea how much you say ‘OMG?’ It’s annoying,” Joee lightly chided, gently raking her fingernails over Joanne’s belly.

“OMG, OMG, OMG,” Joanne yelled and squealed when Joee delivered a stinging slap to her buttock.

“I mean it; God! Say it again and I’ll slap you,” Joee threatened.

Joanne wiggled slightly out of Joee’s grasp. She sat up, allowing the blanket and sheet to slide off of her nude body.

“OMG!” she screamed and attempted to crawl quickly out of the bed.

Joanne misjudged how soft the mattress was. The soft mattress hindered her escape and Joee easily tackled her.

“Help! Help, OMG, help me!” Joanne cried out as Joee wrestled her to the bed.

Joee delivered a light slap to Joanne’s giggling face. She then bent and kissed Joanne’s lips.

“OMG, go brush your teeth,” Joanne insisted, pinching her nose.

“Shut up; yours doesn’t smell any better,” Joee insisted, kissing Joanne again.

“Damn, she, she’s got a nice butt,” Joanne thought, watching as Joee scrambled out of the bed.

A moment later, a toilet flushed. Joanne watched as Joee entered the bedroom and pulled on a silk kimono. Joanne looked at Joee’s tousled mane of red hair, her still sleepy eyes. She watched Joee pull a pair of slippers on her feet.

“She’s got a nice front too,” Joanne thought.

“And I got to pee,” Joanne realized and scampered, with some difficulty out of the bed.

“Mushrooms okay?” Joee asked as Joanne hustled to the bathroom.

“OMG, I love mushrooms,” Joanne agreed, calling out from the depths of the bathroom.

A moment later, Joanne made the bed. She did not see any clothing so bravely left the bedroom, still nude. Reaching the ground floor, Joanne went into the utility room to continue washing her clothes.

“Damn it, Joee,” Joanne thought, seeing that her clothing had not only been washed and dried, but had also been folded neatly.

Joanne pulled on her sleep shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks. Then she went into the kitchen and took a perch on a stool at the breakfast counter.

“Just about done,” Joee said. “Got grapefruit juice and orange juice, oh, and I’ve got tomato juice. What you want?”

“OMG, tomato, you’ve got tomato juice? I love…” Joanne said.

“Damn it! I’m not kidding! Stop! You say ‘OMG’ one more time, I’m going to beat you up,” Joee yelled.

“Sorry,” a chastened Joanne mumbled.

“I’m not kidding; God it is so annoying,” Joee said, softening her words with a gentle kiss to Joanne’s lips.

After breakfast, they sat at the breakfast bar and studied. Their Economics class was the only one they shared, but both were taking Algebra 101 so did quiz one another on that subject. Joee had taken Colonial Literature the previous semester so helped Joanne with that class.

“Sociology? You’re on your own,” Joee admitted.

“Yeah, And you’re on your own for that Geology stuff,” Joanne agreed.

At ten thirty, Joanne asked if it was too early for a cookie. She laughed uproariously when Joee called her a pot head.

“But, come on; I want to get some Chinese for lunch,” Joee said, closing her text book.

From the utility room, Joanne selected a halter top, her pink thong panties, and her khaki shorts.

“OMG,” Joanne enthused when she stepped into the enclosed shower with Joee.

“Argh!” Joee cried out.

“Sorry,” Joanne said, stepping underneath the hot spray of the twin showerheads.

For a moment, Joanne watched Joee standing underneath her own twin showerhead spray. Joee sensed eyes on her and looked over at Joanne.

“I, you, you’re beautiful,” Joanne blurted out.

“Aw!” Joee smiled. “I, you, you’re pretty beautiful yourself.”

They arrived at Hop Kim’s at 11:35. Their arrival was timed perfectly; ten minutes after their arrival, there was a twenty minute wait for a table. After their lunch, Joee pulled Joanne to the side of the building, away from her car.

“OMG, you, you weren’t kidding!” Joanne hissed as Joee opened the door of Hop Don’s Body Design Parlor.

“I, you, you don’t want…” Joee asked as they entered the small, narrow room.

“I, yeah, I, but, Joee, I, I can’t afford…” Joanne hissed as a four foot tall Asian woman entered the foyer from behind a beaded curtain.

“Hi how you do?” the woman asked politely.

“And I can,” Joee hissed to Joanne.

Hop Don watched the two young women, her black eyes unreadable. She waited patiently; Hop Don knew the secret to fishing was to let the fish come to you, you should never hurry the fish.