Chapter 2

Britney undid the first button on Megan’s silk blouse and gently kissed Megan’s throat.

“When did you start wearing perfume?” Britney asked, tasting Megan’s perfume on Megan’s skin.

“I’ve always, it’s my favor…” Megan said, confused.

“Smells nice,” Britney assured her and undid another button.

“Oh, Megan moaned as Britney softly kissed the newly exposed flesh.

“Like that?” Britney asked and again kissed Megan’s mouth.

“Yeah,” Megan admitted.

“How about this?” Britney asked and gently raked her fingernails along Megan’s throat.

Megan couldn’t help but giggle.

“I forgot; you’re ticklish,” Britney whispered and undid another button of Megan’s blouse.

Megan was puzzled at Britney’s comment, but another soft kiss distracted her.

“Oh, I like that,” Britney groaned as Megan’s black lace bra was exposed. “Oh, Mary, that looks amazing on you.”

“Thank you,” Megan whispered as Britney’s feather light touches were driving her crazy.

She tensed up for a moment when she felt Britney’s fingers at the snap of her jeans, then relaxed and let Britney undo her jeans.

“Let me…” Megan asked and reached out to unbutton Britney’s blouse.

“”Yes,” Britney hissed.

Underneath, Britney wore no bra; her 32 B breasts and their pale pink nipples rarely saw a bra.

Megan reached out a trembling hand and hefted small breast.

Britney unzipped her leather boots and kicked them off, pushing them under her king sized bed. She let her white lace blouse slide off of her shoulders and stood, posing in her red leather shorts.

In high school, Britney and her twin sister Tiffany had sported thirty four C Breasts, twenty eight inch waists, and thirty two inch hips. Their legs were their best feature, long, tan, muscular, and both twins wore clothing that highlighted their best feature.

Then, when news of Tiffany’s death reached her, Britney spiraled into deep depression and she quit eating. She dwindled down to nearly ninety three pounds, could not be bothered to shower, or brush her teeth.

Chin Li’s sharp slap shocked her and Britney stared in disbelief at her dorm roommate.

“You in a hurry to see your sister again?” Chin Li screamed at her best friend, her only friend.

“What?” Britney stammered.

“Here, eat this,” Chin Li ordered, slapping a slice of pizza in front of Britney.

“I’m not…” Britney protested.

“Eat it!” Chin Li screamed, after delivering another slap to Britney’s face. “I didn’t ask if you were hungry! Just eat it!”

Nearly nine months later, Britney was back to looking healthy and loved showing off her body to her lovers.

She unzipped the leather shorts and slid them down her legs, showing Megan the thick blonde bush. She then turned, in an exaggerated movement to pick up blouse and shorts, displaying her round ass to Megan’s view.

“Here,” Britney said, and knelt down to unlace Megan’s tennis shoes.

Megan stepped out of the shoes and smiled down as Britney unzipped her jeans, and playfully inched them down slowly over her hips. Britney smiled appreciatively as Megan’s skimpy black lace thong came into view.

“Beautiful; I really like that; they look great on you,” Britney praised and planted a kiss right on Megan’s slightly pudgy belly.

Megan let Britney pull the jeans all the way off of her short, pudgy legs. And smiled as Britney made quick work of pulling off the sports socks.

“Okay?” Britney queried and Megan nodded in agreement.

“Good,” Britney breathed and took Megan into her arms again.

Megan’s head actually buzzed with the excitement that threatened to overwhelm her.

Conrad’s kisses were clumsy at best, too forceful. Britney’s kisses were feathered light, yet passionate. And Conrad’s breath always tasted foul, foul from the marijuana he smoked constantly. Only when he drank did she get any reprieve from the sickly sweet and burnt taste of his tongue.

Britney’s tongue entered Megan’s mouth and danced on Megan’s tongue, then quickly pulled out so that Britney could again press a feather soft kiss to Megan’s throat. The tongue tasted of peppermint and whiskey. It was a pleasant taste, an exciting taste.

“May I?” Britney asked softly, tugging on the clasp of Megan’s bra.

“Uh huh,” Megan agreed and became slightly aggressive, taking a kiss from Britney as the slightly taller Britney unhooked the bra.

“Oh, God, they’re beautiful,” Britney sighed as Megan’s little buds came into view.

“They’re too small,” Megan whispered.

“They’re perfect,” Britney corrected and softly placed her hands over Megan’s pale flesh.

“Not like yours,” Megan protested and put her small hands over Britney’s slightly larger breasts, mirroring Britney’s movements.

“Perfect,” Britney insisted and again kissed Megan.

Megan shivered as Britney’s fingers left her breasts and began to travel up and down along her sides, reaching down to her hips, to the straps of her thong, then back up again. The whole while, Britney’s lips kissed her lips, her throat, her earlobes, her eyelids, and her small nose.

She again mirrored Britney’s movements, not really knowing what else to do.

“May Me” Britney asked, hooking a thumb underneath the thin elastic band of Megan’s panties.

“Oh God,” Megan pleaded and Britney slowly eased Megan’s panties over the gentle swell of Megan’s hips.

“Oh good,” Britney sighed as Megan’s hairless mound came into view.

The last Mary that had come to her bedroom had sported a thick bush of dark hair. Britney had become enraged when she saw the profuse growth and had dragged the protesting girl into her bathroom, pulling savagely on the girl’s pubic hair.

Britney had shoved the girl onto her commode, spread the girl’s legs wide, and none too gently removed much of the girl’s bush.

“Fucking think I want all that fucking hair in the way?” Britney had screamed at the girl.

The girl had dared point out that Britney herself sported a dense growth of blonde hair. For that, that Mary had received a stinging slap and a dismissal.

Now, whenever that Mary saw Britney on campus, she turned and ran in the opposite direction.

“Why don’t we…?” Britney sighed and eased Megan onto the bed.

“Oh, this is one of those…” Megan sighed as the mattress gave a low sigh and gave easily.

“Yeah, I love my Temperpedic mattress,” Britney agreed, sitting next to the girl and easing her backward until they reclined, feet still on the soft carpet.

The two women kissed softly. Megan’s hands were at her sides; she still didn’t know how to proceed. Her head was still buzzing with the excitement, the sensations that Britney was producing within her.

Britney gently rand her hands over Megan’s face and neck, shoulders, arms. She then skipped over Megan’s mound and brought her hands down to Megan’s knees and lightly ran her hands up and down Megan’s thighs.

Conrad rarely did any of these things. Yes he touched her, but it was usually to grab, not stroke.

After several minutes of light kisses and touches, Britney pulled Megan closer to the center of the large bed.

Here,” she whispered and lay Megan on her left side.

She then pulled Megan’s feet until the small girl’s feet were facing the bottom left corner. Megan lifted her head and watched as Britney lay down on her right side, her feet shoved under the pillows at the top right corner of the bed.

Britney’s face was right in front of Megan, although upside down in Megan’s field of vision.

“I love doing sixty nine like this,” Britney whispered. “Everybody’s always in such a hurry; I like to take it slow.”

They kissed a few times, upside down lips to upside down lips. Then Britney shifted slightly and her lips were now pressing against Megan’s throat.

“Don’t leave no hickeys, all right?” Britney softly cautioned as Megan pressed her own lips to Britney’s throat. “That is so tacky; I don’t know why people do that kind of shit.”

“I know! That is, like what? So high school, right?” Megan agreed with Britney.

She again mirrored Britney’s actions, lightly touching Britney’s face as her lips touched and stroked along Britney’s slender throat.

Britney pulled herself forward slightly and smiled as Megan did the same.

Britney softly, slowly pressed her lips to Megan’s chest, just above where the flesh began to push forward, just above where Megan’s breasts began.

She gently licked a pattern along the top of Megan’s left breasts, and then blew warm air over her saliva trail.

Britney repeated the gentle tease to Megan’s right breast, having to raise her head slightly to do so and again was rewarded by Megan’s gasp.

She did this twice more to each breast, and then craned her head forward to actually trace Megan’s breasts to just above Megan’s small pale pink nipple.

“Oh, Britney moaned as Megan copied her motions, gently licking along Britney’s left breast, then blowing warm air over the wet flesh.

Whenever Conrad did suck Megan’s nipples, he did so quickly and roughly. Britney reached out with her tongue, lapped at just the very tip of Megan’s hard nipple, and then laid the tongue over the nipple before again licking at just the tip. Then she blew warm breath over the wet flesh.

“Damn!” Megan groaned loudly as she orgasmed.

Britney then began to gently suck the small nipple, lapping the tip of her tongue around, then slowly increased suction.

“Oh,” Megan moaned just as Britney’s suction became painful.

When Megan moaned, Britney released the small nipple, and then switched to the other nipple.

Megan tried to mimic Britney’s ministrations and was rewarded by a pleased sigh from Britney.

“Harder,” Britney sighed as Megan began to suck at Britney’s nipple.

Megan did as Britney asked and was again rewarded with a soft sigh.

“Megan wanted to thrust a hand down to her crotch; she was so close to another orgasm as Britney alternated from one breast to the other. But she kept her hands on Britney’s face, just as Britney kept giving her face soft gentle touches.

Britney again shifted forward and Megan found out that the underside of her small breasts were as sensitive to gentle licks and warm breath as the tops of her breasts had been.

She relinquished her hold on Britney’s nipple and began to lick along the underside of Britney’s left breast.

Britney pulled her hands from Megan’s face and began to give the upper portion of Megan’s breasts slow, lazy strokes, alternation between finger tips and finger nails. Megan followed suit until Britney shifted forward again and began licking and kissing Megan’s belly.

“Oh damn, I’m so ticklish,” Megan complained lightly.

“Tough,” Britney said and continued to slowly, softly torture Megan’s sensitive belly.

Megan tensed up, fighting the urge to squeal, to giggle, to push Britney away.

She tried to distract herself by licking and kissing Britney’s belly. It did not help, especially hen Britney scooted forward and delved her tongue into Megan’s navel.

“Don’t,” Megan giggled and tried to push Britney’s head away.

Britney grabbed Megan’s hand in a fierce grip and aggressively jammed her tongue into Megan’s navel, making Megan squirm mightily.

“Fine,” Britney spat and again scooted forward.

Megan lay still, excitement giving away to fear. That grip that Britney had clutched her hand in was overwhelming, nearly crushing. Megan’s hand actually hurt from the savagery of the grip. Megan began to tremble slightly.

Britney kissed and licked along Megan’s lower belly until her tongue reached the top of Megan’s pubic mound. Britney then noticed that Megan had stopped kissing and licking her own belly and reached down to force Megan’s face to her belly.

Megan began to frantically kiss and lick at Britney’s warm flesh, hoping to please Britney.

Any enjoyment was now gone; she was truly frightened. Even as Britney’s tongue teased along the very top of Megan’s slit, Megan felt no pleasure from it.

She raised her right thigh up as Britney’s hand gently forced it up, bending at the knee.

“Oh,” Megan moaned as Britney’s tongue licked along her slit.

Frightened or not, she could feel what Britney’s mouth was doing and could not help but respond physically.

She noticed that Britney had raised her own left thigh in an obvious invitation to Megan.

“Slow,” Britney urged, forcing Megan to slow her frantic movements.

She concentrated on licking up and down Britney’s drooling slit, trying to force her tongue into Britney’s folds, trying to stiffen her tongue into a ‘cock’ of sorts.

Britney’s taste was musky, sweaty, and a little stronger than her own flavor. (She had tasted her own flavor on her fingers after masturbation and on Conrad’s cock after sex.)

Britney was enjoying Megan’s flavor; a clean flavor, but not overly clean. The last girl she had tasted had cleaned her pussy so thoroughly that there was hardly any flavor at all, until Britney had coaxed an orgasm from the girl. Only then was there any real womanly taste at all. But there was a clean womanly taste leaking from this girl. She delved her tongue into the folds of wet flesh and tasted the nectar inside.

Megan gasped as Britney again shifted forward and lapped slowly at Megan’s puckered anus.

No one had ever touched her there; she found the sensation very odd, and oddly pleasant.

She began to question herself; why was she filled with fear? Obviously she had somehow upset Britney when she didn’t want her belly button licked, but Britney had apparently forgiven her; she was making such soft, gentle love to her now.

Megan shuddered as Britney’s tongue forced its way into her rectum.

Then Britney shifted again and returned to teasing and licking Megan’s slit. Britney insinuated a finger into Megan’s rectum, slowly pushing in, and then gently, slowly rotating.

“Oh,” Megan sighed as Britney’s tongue entered her slit and worked up and down.

Britney found Megan’s clitoris and teased all around it.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Megan began to hunch her pussy against Britney’s face.

“You need to…” Britney said and pushed a hand to the back of Megan’s head, forcing Megan’s mouth onto her blonde muff.

Megan found Britney’s clitoris and sucked it into her mouth.

“Maybe,” she thought to herself, “If I give this bitch a good orgasm, she’ll quit teasing me and give me one too.”

Britney felt her insides begin to tense and sucked Megan’s small clitoris into her mouth, while also thrusting a second finger into Megan’s tight anus.

“Ooh!” Megan screamed as a powerful orgasm pulsed through her body.

Again Britney shoved Megan’s head back into her blonde muff.

Megan lapped earnestly at Britney’s slit, then located Britney’s throbbing clitoris and sucked on it as if it were Conrad’s cock.

She squirmed, uncomfortable with the three fingers that Britney now thrust into her anus. But Britney again pressed down on Megan’s head and began to hunch her bristly pubic hair on Megan’s face.

“There, there, bite,” Britney ordered as Megan sucked on Britney’s clitoris. “Damn it, come on Mary, you know how I like it, fuck!”

Megan cried silently as Britney pumped her fist in and out of her sore, stretched rectum. Britney’s other hand was thrusting in and out of Megan’s splayed pussy.