Erin's tastes her first girl

The three of them lay there, Chet waiting to see what it is they’d like to try next, and the two girls feeling a bit surprised with themselves at having done something so brazen with each other. Erin’s chest and stomach were still streaked with Chet’s release, as the sticky mess began to cool on her skin.

Kristie’s fingertips drifted through one of the thick ribbons that had streaked downward from Erin’s collarbone. She gathered it slowly, watching the way it clung to her finger in a long, pearly strand before finally breaking.

“You know…” Kristie started talking, almost absently, “it’s not like I’ve had a lot of sex, but… I’ve never actually tasted a guy’s stuff before.”

She studied the glossy bead for a moment longer, then slipped it into her mouth. Erin’s eyes followed the motion with wide eyes.

Kristie hummed, eyes half-lidded. “God, it’s actually… sweet.”

Erin hadn’t planned to speak, so when the words came out, they sounded almost tiny. “Can I… taste it?”

Kristie’s brows lifted in surprise that her virgin friend was willing to try something that she had always spoken of like it grossed her out. “Yeah,” she whispered, smiling. “Of course.”

Deciding to push her friend a little further, Kristie leaned in and dragged her tongue across the soft skin. She scooped a stripe straight off the peak of Erin’s left breast, making the cum stretch, between them, before Kristie brought it to Erin’s lips. Erin opened without hesitation and sucked at her friend’s tongue. The texture that coated it was velvet-smooth and faintly tacky, then melted into a sweet-salt rush that made her eyelids flutter.

Kristie watched her face, fascinated. “Good?”

Erin nodded as her cheeks turned bright red from something she always thought of as dirty.

“Just to manage your future expectations ladies,” Chet spoke up from Erin’s other side, “I don’t exactly taste like other guys.”

They barely heard him as Kristie gathered more, using two of her fingers this time, until they were coated in a thick, glossy dollop and fed it to her. Erin sucked them clean with care, and hollowing out her cheeks. Her tongue swirled around Kristie’s knuckles until they came away shining with nothing but spit.

That was when she thought she tasted something else. Under the sweet coconut-sugar of Chet’s release, there was another taste, that was more subtle, but didn’t taste anything like what she’d just tasted seconds ago. It took her a second to place it.

Was it… me? she wondered, remembering that Kristie’s fingers had just been working inside her. The realization sparked suddenly, dizzying curiosity.

Erin swallowed, and her stomach seemed like it got caught in her throat. She looked down at Kristie’s lap. The pale-blue cotton panties were still on her bestie, but the front had darkened and clinging transparently to swollen lips beneath.

Erin’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “I… I want to see what you taste like now.”

Kristie’s breath caught. She hadn’t expected that (not yet). A slow smile curved her mouth, equal parts nervous and thrilled.

“Really?” she asked softly. “I’ve never… I mean, I’ve never had anyone do that to me either.”

Erin’s fingers were already moving, hooking under the waistband. Seeing the determination set on Erin’s face, Kristie lifted her hips without a word. Erin peeled the soaked cotton down inch by inch. The fabric clung stubbornly where Kristie was wettest, then released with a soft, wet sound that made both of them shiver.

Kristie’s newly bared skin was flushed with arousal, once again, and goosebumps rose along her thighs. Erin settled between them, and slid her hands up the trembling legs until her thumbs brushed slippery, darkened labia. Kristie’s scent was faint, but it filled Erin’s nostrils when she took a deep breath to steel her own nerves.

She started with one slow, curious lick with the flat of her tongue, from entrance to the narrow strip of hair above the swollen clit.

“Oh-fuck!” The word cracked out of her, startled at just how good it felt. Her legs clamped around Erin’s shoulder, before she could **** them back open again.

Erin froze with her tongue still pressed against Kristie’s clit. She pulled back an inch, lips shiny. “Did I do something wrong? Was that… too much?”

Kristie let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head against the pillow. “No, no… I just… I didn’t expect it to feel like that. Do it again. Please?”

Erin’s heart was hammering so hard she could feel it in her ears, but she leaned in and licked again, going even slower so she could concentrate on the taste and feel of the slickness her tongue was pushing through. Even the way Kristie’s folds parted so easily with just a minimal amount of pressure.

Kristie’s fingers found Erin’s hair, and ran through the tight curls. “God, Erin… I can’t believe you’re actually doing this to me.”

Erin hummed, the vibration making Kristie’s hips twitch. She looked up the length of Kristie’s body toward the face peering down between her breasts. “Is it okay? Tell me what feels good.”

Kristie swallowed, flushed from her cheeks to her chest. “Everything right now. That… the flat part, yeah, just like that… Circles? The little circles feel insane.”

Erin instantly did as her friend described, tracing tight, little circles around the swollen clit with the tip of her tongue. Kristie’s thighs trembled harder.

Chet’s low chuckle came from behind Erin. He shifted closer on his knees, gathering Erin’s curls into a loose ponytail so he could watch her face. “Try sliding a finger in, sexy. Curl it up toward her belly button. Trust me, she’ll lose her mind.”

Kristie’s eyes flicked to him, then back to Erin, half-laughing, half-pleading. “Go ahead and try it. Please.”

Erin’s hand shook a little as she brought one finger to Kristie’s entrance, sliding in easy, thanks to how wet she was. The heat inside was another new experience that felt like pulsing velvet. She curled her finger just like Chet said.

Kristie’s back arched clean off the bed. “Oh my god, right there. Jesus, keep doing that.”

Erin added a second finger, curling and stroking in time with her tongue while it kept circling. She could feel Kristie’s walls fluttering, and tightening with every stroke.

“Like that?” Erin asked, muffled against the slick skin.

Kristie could only nod frantically, barely able to find her breath. “Faster, tongue faster, and your fingers- oh fuck-”

Chet’s hand tightened gently in Erin’s hair, guiding her gently. “You’ve got her, Erin. Look at her face.”

Erin glanced up. Kristie’s eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open, little broken sounds spilling out with every breath. The sight sent a fresh rush of heat between Erin’s own thighs.

Kristie’s hips started rocking faster, chasing Erin’s tongue. “Erin, I’m- I’m gonna-”

Chet dropped down, so he was right against Erin’s ear. “Keep your tongue right where it is, beautiful. Now change your fingers. No, keep your palm up. Now hook them a little higher… yeah, like you’re beckoning her toward you. Good, but now you’ve gotta go faster. That’s it- press firm, right against that front wall. Don’t stop.”

Always the good student, Erin did everything he was telling her as soon as he did. She curled her two fingers upward. She felt it almost at once, a soft, ridged patch that felt swollen under her fingertips. She stroked it in rhythmic come-hither pulls, alternating her fingers.

Kristie’s eyes flew open wide. “Wait-Erin-what-oh god-”

Chet kept guiding her, never missing a beat. “Faster now. Same spot. Rub it like you mean it.”

Erin’s fingers sped up, working quickly with firm pressure inside while her tongue flicked fast over Kristie’s clit. Kristie’s thighs started shaking uncontrollably.

“Erin-something’s-fuck, I feel-” Kristie’s voice cracked into a panicked whine. “I think I have to pee. Stop- please- I-”

“Don’t stop,” Chet murmured. “She’s right there. Trust me.”

Kristie tried to crawl away, but was trapped between the headboard, and Chet’s hand pushing down on her waist to hold her. Erin didn’t stop. She pressed harder, stroked faster, tongue lashing without mercy.

Kristie’s whole body seized. Then a sharp, **** cry tore out of her as the pressure snapped. A sudden, hot rush burst over Erin’s fingers, splashing warm and wet across her mouth, her chin, her cheeks. Another pulse followed, then another, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Erin’s eyes went huge, she was totally shocked, but she kept moving, rubbing her fingers through every spasm, leaning into it so her tongue never let up its stimulation. She rode the waves as Kristie shook and gasped and squirted again in helpless, trembling arcs.

When it finally ebbed, Kristie collapsed back with her chest heaving, and thighs trembling around Erin’s shoulders. Erin stayed right there, face dripping, blinking in stunned delight.

Kristie let out a weak, mortified laugh that turned into a moan. “Oh my god… Did I just… on your face?” she asked, lifting her head with exhausted muscles to look at Erin.

Erin licked her lips slowly, tasting the faint, clean sweetness. A shy, giddy grin spread across her soaked face.

“Yeah,” she whispered, sounding husky.

Chet gave a hearty chuckle. “Looks like you just made your friend squirt for the first time.”

Kristie went limp, laughing breathlessly, tugging weakly at Erin’s hair. Erin crawled up carefully, with her lips swollen and shining.

“Cool,” Erin said breathlessly.

Kristie dragged her into a messy, grateful kiss, tasting herself without hesitation. When they broke apart, Kristie rested her forehead against Erin’s, still catching her breath.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “You just… completely fucking wrecked me.” After another couple of breaths, “My stomach muscles hurt so badly after that!” she exclaimed with as much of a laugh as she could muster.

Erin’s shy smile was radiant. “Was it good though?”

Kristie scoffed, but there was no hiding the elated tone in her voice. “I’m never letting you forget you were my first, for whatever that’s worth.”

Erin giggled, glancing down at herself. “It’s worth a lot… but wow, we made a huge mess.”

She wiped her chin with the back of her wrist, then glanced down and ran a finger across her chest where Chet’s cum had smeared into streaky streaks all over her breasts and stomach, then nodded toward the comforter. Everything had been smeared everywhere during the writhing. The long streaks across her chest, stomach and, even the few stray splatters on her thighs, had been rubbed all over both her and her blanket, where it was soaking into the material with Kristie’s release.

“Like, between the two of you, your stuff is everywhere. My blanket’s soaked, and I’m literally dripping.”

Kristie lifted her head just enough to see the dark, shiny patches on the fabric and burst into a breathless laughter. “Oh my god, we destroyed your bed! I’m glad I’m not the one that has to sleep in it.”

Both girls giggled at the comment, and then Chet leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to Erin’s sticky cheek, then another to Kristie’s temple.

“And it didn’t even take that long to make all that mess, so there’s still time for more if you want,” he rumbled, sounding pleased with himself. “But first, you wanna see something cool?”

Both girls turned to look at him, eyebrows raised in curiosity of what he was proposing.

Chet just grinned, that same cocky, 80s heartthrob grin, and lifted one hand. With a hard snap of his fingers, a ripple of soft pink neon light rolled across the bed like glittery waves in an old music video. Every smear, every streak, every last wet spot sparkled brightly for a second, then shimmered and vanished completely. The comforter was suddenly pristine, soft, and dry. Erin’s chest and face were perfectly clean, her skin warm and smooth again. Even the faint shine on Kristie’s thighs disappeared.

Erin’s mouth fell open. “No way…”

Kristie poked the blanket in disbelief, then ran a hand over Erin’s now-spotless breast. “It’s gone. All of it. Like it never happened… You couldn’t have done that five minutes ago?”

Chet shrugged, utterly pleased with himself. “Where’s the fun in that? But hey, no towels, no laundry, no evidence. Just more time for the fun stuff.”

Erin and Kristie traded a stunned, giddy look, then collapsed into breathless laughter. Erin flopped sideways, curling into Kristie’s side so her head rested on her shoulder. Her cheek was pressed to the soft, warm curve of the much larger, firm breast than her own. Chet slid in behind Erin, so that his chest was pressed to her back and draped one heavy arm over both girls.

When the giggles finally slowed, Erin gave a little sigh. “It’s almost a shame,” she mumbled.

Kristie tilted her head. “What is?”

Erin hid her face against Kristie’s breast, so her voice came out muffled and shy. “I was… kinda starting to like how it felt. Something about it was cool being all sticky and messy, and knowing that I caused both of you to cum on me.”

Kristie blinked, then let out a delighted, incredulous laugh. “Erin! I had no idea you were this filthy.” She cupped Erin’s flushed cheek, and turned her face to look up at her own. “I’m proud of you, you little closet perv.”

Erin peeked her eyes open at her, feeling her cheeks burning but smiling. “I didn’t know either until, like, literally a couple of minutes ago.”

Chet’s deep chuckle rumbled against the back of Erin’s neck. “Relax, ladies. We can always make another mess.”

Kristie’s eyes sparkled with fresh mischief. “Oh, we will,” she promised, looking between the two. “I can’t have you one-upping me now, can I? ‘Cause I still haven’t tasted a girl yet…”

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