With a red bush tickling her nose

Lucy swam back to wakefulness, her body slow and heavy like clay but tingling in every nerve. Especially those in her female center, pulsing with arousal, feeling wetness. Especially the nerves at the tip of her nose. Tickling. Lucy blinked her eyes open to see a sight both familiar yet unknown. Lucy lay on her side, her face up against a dimly lit tangle of red hairs. Lucy's nostrils flared, scenting cunt. She squinted and saw the bright pink lips to one side of the red-tangled mound.

A whimper from the direction of Lucy's knees gave her a familiar voice and brought it back. Clarissa.

Lucy was about to push up and demand Clarissa go away when Lucy felt a tickle between her legs. Clarissa whimpered again and reached out with her tongue.

Lucy melted with the pleasure. No one, no one had licked, kissed, sucked her there. And now, who was it? Clarissa, that insufferable bitch! Lucy's fingers clenched, wanting to pull Clarissa away by her flaming red hair. But another clever lick from Clarissa's tongue kept Lucy off-balance. Clarissa's arm snaked round Lucy's hips, and her other hand lifted up Lucy's knee to open her wider for Clarissa's tongue.