Fair as fair can be.

“We haven’t done this since college,” Meg commented as she was guided willingly to her friend’s pussy and took an eager lick.

“We didn’t have boyfriends back then,” Laura agreed to mark the end of any further reminiscing between the for the time being.

Meg’s nose was tickled by the crop of blonde hair covering the mound above Laura’s pussy. Her mouth was brushed on either side by hair as she dove in and started eating pussy. Just like riding a bike, it all came back to her as she started to suck at Laura’s greasy lips and lap hungrily. Parting Laura’s folds with her tongue, Meg swallowed and tasted her friend’s nectar. It was saltier than she remembered but that could just be from the ocean spray and ride here without any pants on.

Having her pussy eaten to perfection, Laura started to rock her hips against Meg’s face in rapid short thrums of her pelvis. Her clit was dying for attention but Meg was deliberately fighting to not make contact with it as Laura tried to drive it into her face.

Knowing she’d tortured her friend enough, Meg turned her palm horizontal and drove two fingers up inside Laura’s wet cunt as she wrapped her mouth over her bestie's clit and sucked.

“Ahh! Ahh!” Laura screamed high pitch twice and wrapped her legs to Meg’s face as she orgasmed. A pair of parrots took off and fled from the sudden burst of sound in their tropical hideaway.

“Cum for me!” Meg commanded as she release her suction hold of Laura’s clitoris for a second and then started flicking it ravenously with the tip of her tongue.

“Ooh! Ooh! Fuck!” Laura’s voice went deep and guttural with the change of sensations. Meg’s chin now dripping with all her expended juices.

It was the absolute satisfaction Laura had wanted when she’d heard her best friend orgasming in her ear behind her on the way in. Feverish energy now encompassed her body. Once was good. Two would be even better for them as relaxed her legs and let go of the chuck of red hair she’d been holding.

“Your turn,” Laura said taking charge.

Standing up, she unzipped the front of her life vest and threw it onto the beach next to the nose of the jet ski. Meg copied and they were soon both completely naked together. Laura helped Meg to turn around and guided her down onto the long bench seat of the ski on her back. Reversing orientation, Laura put one leg on either side of Meg’s head and then dropped down into the sixty-nine position.

Both women moaned contentment as they each began to lick and pleasure the other. The reckless rush of before was replaced with a slower, more languid exploration of desire and longing. In waves and falls, each girl took turns in sharing their orgasms between them as they went climax for climax like they hadn't done in over 20 years.

Deeply satiated, the two women lay naked on the sand, halfway between the water and the grass on the small beach. Meg rested her head on Laura’s shoulder as they enjoyed the closeness of the other in silence for the time being. The sun had moved part the way across the sky so that they guessed they’d been gone from the resort for somewhere around two or three hours. They would need to leave soon to make their 5 o’clock cocktail hour with Lana, Diane and Rachel.

“Isn’t it funny,” Meg said thinking.

“What’s funny?” Laura asked.

“Lana’s the lesbian out of the three of us and yet we’re the ones that have been licking each other pussy for the past hour.”

Laura smiled brightly at the notion. “I’m sure there will be plenty of time for each of us to get a fat cock inside us before we leave.”

Meg sat up and turned to face the other. “You’d do that while you were here? What about Stuart?”

Laura's expression turned serious. “Stuart and I have both been free to seek whatever we need without being constrained by the bounds of our marriage. It’s one of the reasons we’ve lasted so long. Are you and Jim not the same?”

Meg had to think about her relationship with her partner. Jim was a dozen years older than her and brought up on Woodstock and the teachings of Free Love. They’d never discussed sleeping with other people but had equally never discussed not-sleeping with other people.

“And besides,” Laura summarised, “this resort is all-inclusive. I simply take that to include all the cock I might like or need.”

Standing up, Laura led the way into the water for a swim to wash the sand, sweat and pussy juice from each of them before they started to head back. They were chest-deep in water when she said to Meg, “you know I’m surprised you didn’t head off with that cute guy we got the jet ski from.”

“Maybe I should have,” Meg agreed. If they’d had the talk they’d just had before coming down to the beach Meg was 99% sure she would have.

“But then you wouldn’t have gotten to cum all over my back like a silly whore!” Laura said as she started to grossly and exaggeratedly imitate the sounds Meg had back as she climaxed on the way in.

The good-natured ribbing ended up in a water fight, each trying to mock drown the other. The ladies emerged soaked but clean as intended.