I Can Taste Him On Your Lips

I blush hard, so hard I'm sure I must be crimson and that's easy enough to meet because I was flush before and now I'm deeply blushing. Stammering I try to find the words to explain things and she just laughs at me.

"You little minx," she says again, "Leading me on."

"I didn't," I say, trying to justify it, "Didn't mean to at least. I met him at the library and we were gonna get coffee and then we... didn't."

"You got something else," she giggles.

"In an alley, of all places."

"You dirty little slut," she laughs, not meaning it at all.

"I mean," I say, struggling to find an excuse and failing things, "He was really cute?"

"Mmm," she mumbles, "I bet he was."

Rachel pushes forward and kisses me again and this time when her tongue slips into my mouth she moans on it. She straightens it out and fills my mouth and I curl my lips around it, sucking as best as I can, until she pulls back and kisses my cheek. My jaw. My neck.

"I'm so proud of you," she mumbles, cooing as she presses her lips into me, "Didn't know you had it in you, to be honest."

"Neither did I," I confess, "It was my first time. And it all took me by surprise."

Her hands slip around from my back to my waist and they deftly unsnap the knot I have in my shirt before pushing up underneath it. Nails digging in just enough they curl their way up as I take in shuddering breaths, caught as I am between her lips and her fingers.

"Tell me how it happened," she says as she kisses me, "Tell me where you were."

"On my knees," I confess, "No shirt, but a bra. He was in my mouth and he just... oh he couldn't help himself."

"Of course not," she smiles against me as her fingers play with the bottom of my bra, "Not with your talented lips."

I shake my head, "Didn't know I had it in me. It was my first time."

"Your first time?" she pulls back, looking at me, "God you're a natural too? I wonder if those talented lips are as good on a pussy as they are on a cock."

"I'd like to try," I tell her and she smiles at my eagerness.

"And then you what? You swallowed?" she asks, going back to kissing me as her fingers start to peel my bra up over my breasts, "You shimmied out of your shorts? You let him touch you? Finger you? Taste you? Oh god, tell me he repaid the favor."

She moves quick, spinning me around and pinning me up against the wall while she works on me, pushing my bra up in full and nearly filling her hands with the bare skin of my breasts.

"He couldn't," I gasp, "Security almost caught us. We had to run. We got separated."

Rachel tenses, pulling back and staring at me.

"Fuck," she says, genuinely remorseful, "That means you didn't get to cum."

I shake my head, pouting a little for emphasis.

"My poor sweetie," she coos, "That asshole of a security guard, denying you that. You should have had better. You deserve better. You gave so much, you ought to receive as well."

I smile then shrug, "Maybe I'll run into him again."

"Maybe," she says and for a moment it actually seems like she's considering the next step but truthfully I think she always knew what the endgame was here, "But in the meantime maybe you can have a stand-in."

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