Flowing Like Melting Ice Cream

"Please, Jean, touch me! I have wanted this for so long though I could never admit it to anyone!" Anna declares, standing stiffly to attention but her nether lips puffy and glistening with moisture.

"Gladly!" Jean declares and starts sucking on Anna's nipples, mashing her mouth onto her new partner's B-to-C-cup tits. Anna whimpers and moans but stays standing at attention until Jean says: "Doing this standing up is hurting my back, lets go back behind the counter and lie down." And towing Anna by the hand they go into the *employee's only* section of the shop and gently recline on the floor. Jean resumes licking and sucking Anna's tits and to which Anna moans ever louder, until she finally cries: "God Jean, I need more than this, I need your tongue on my pussy and mine on yours! I want to taste you and fuck like the lesbian slut whores we are, not just have you **** my breasts!"

"First of all: we are not sluts and we are not whores! Get that fundamentalist bull-shit right out of your head!" Jean states forcefully. "Second: If you want to taste me you need to undress me, so unhook my bra and pull my panties off before you try to tongue my snatch." Jean continues.

Anna takes off Jean's black silk bra and panties deftly then moves around to 69 with her brand new BFFWB, tasting her for the first time outside of her erotic dreams. Jean tastes Anna too and they both like the flavors they encounter.

Anna's cunny is more sweet, and it's syrupy juices have a vaguely floral aroma because she douches with her own private recipe of mild soap, essential oils and 'Svetka' ****, which her mother keeps in the house for her father, who is a part time drunk* on the weekends. Her mother knows why the supply of **** doesn't last nearly as long as it used to but she was the one that advised Anna to devise her recipe in the first place, so there are no problems.
*(But fortunately for the family is a 'friendly' drunk rather than a violent one, and this is why Anna has a total of 8 brothers and sisters, because when papa gets plastered he starts hitting on mama as if she were the last woman on earth, much to her mother's joy and frequent pleasure.)

Jean by contrast has a vaguely meaty taste to her vagina, a little bit like beef broth, kind of salty and tangy, but not at all like that rotting fish smell women get if they don't take care of their private hygiene. She washes in the shower daily with a fresh washcloth and high pressure water, but no soap, finding that using anything which 'upsets the ecology' of her inner spaces results in intense discomfort and a bad odor for as much as a week.

Both women are soon slurping and tasting each other aggressively, loving every moment of their awakening to their real sexuality.

Though both Anna and Jean have had sex with men they have just realized why it never really felt fully fulfilling. Anna is fully bisexual, she enjoys men just fine, but has now found out that she NEEDS a woman in her sex life to be satisfied with it. Jean by contrast has just finally come to terms with the fact that she is neither lesbian nor straight nor bi nor 'pan-sexual' either: she is 'Annabelle Mary Smith'-Sexual; there is only one person in the world who she has ever truly felt erotic love for and right this very second she is trying to make that person orgasm while her beloved does the same for her. This dichotomy will test the bond the two of them are forming later, but at the moment they both find bliss in freeing themselves from societies' boundaries and being with what they think is their perfect sexual partner, and actually is their ideal sexual partner.