Cream for Kitty

The grandfather clock struck midnight in the main room and chimed as Whitney made her way towards the kitchen. It seemed like the hike to the hot springs tired everyone out, and they went to bed early tonight; everyone except the blonde teenager. After Whitney stormed into the room due to her fight with Owen, Ramsey woke up and spent the next few hours moping around before going back to sleep. Lacey's company hadn't been any better. After Sean helped her back to their room, the usually bubbly redhead suffered from mood swings that drove Whitney nuts. One minute her friend seemed giddy with excitement before going quiet, except for some angry mumbling to herself. Back and forth, it went for almost two hours. Whitney finally had enough when all three were in bed, and Lacey kept sighing loudly into the darkness.

Reaching the kitchen, Whitney realized she didn't have any idea why she came there. She had just wanted to flee her room. Deciding to grab something to drink, she opened the refrigerator and started to grasp the plastic jug of milk before she had another idea. Screw it. I'm going to have some ice cream. Today's crap seems like a good excuse to have some.

The cookie dough ice cream from Ms. Sprinkle's parlor up in tiny Hootville was easily Whitney's favorite since she was a little girl. When her parents announced they were getting divorced, her father made sure that Diamond Manor had been well-stocked with multiple cartons from Ms. Sprinkles, in case Whitney took the news poorly. Ever since, it became a father-daughter tradition to travel the long drive once a summer to visit the shop. Other times of the year, one lucky assistant would get a free weekend up north at a bed and breakfast, as long as they brought back a supply of ice cream.

"What the hell?" grumbled Whitney. The carton had a whole lot less ice cream in it compared to when she last had some on Christmas Eve. Who the fuck's been eating my ice cream? MY ice cream! Great, just great, here I am having boyfriend issues, and my ice cream is almost gone!

Furiously, she stomped over to the cupboard to get a bowl and then yanked open a drawer to grab a spoon. Moving back to the kitchen island, the angry teen doled out a portion of the ice cream into the bowl, leaving just enough for another serving for another day. "Somebody is getting skinned alive when I find out who did this," Whitney muttered to herself.

Sitting on the stool, Whitney savored the flavor of the cookie dough ice cream while thinking back over her day. What do I do about Owen? she pondered. In her mind, she listed all the great qualities he possessed. The college student was attractive, smart, athletic, driven, and treated her respectfully. On the other hand, Owen was kind of bland, a little jealous, and seemed to want her to act like a thirty-year-old housewife. Overall he's a good guy, one I should give an extra chance to see if we work together, as long as he apologizes. I need to grow up and give guys more time rather than just move on so quickly. I know it's become a joke around school how I go through college boyfriends every month or two.

Deep in thought, the presence of another person entering the kitchen startled her. Whitney actually hopped a little bit off the stool, dropping her spoon into the bowl with a clank. Turning around, she saw a second person who had been in her thoughts since this afternoon.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I thought everyone else was asleep," apologized Skye in that quiet, soft voice of hers.

"No, that's okay. I was just lost in thought, can't sleep. You too?"

"I laid down for a nap way too early, and now I'm wide awake," explained the older woman. "Ooh, that's a cute outfit."

Whitney looked down at her pajamas; she had on a satin button-up top and matching boxer shorts. They both were a royal blue with black trim. The pajamas gave off just a taste of sexiness, but nowhere near what Sky wore. "Thanks, but your outfit is cute and hot," she added with a chuckle.

"You like?" Skye inquired with a grin and a little spin to show off her pajamas. It was a two-piece satin set like Whitney's, but she had a cami top that came down just to her hips. The shorts were far shorter, coming down only slightly to her upper thighs. The top and bottom were both sky blue. "I should have worn my robe, but I didn't think about it until I was climbing the stairs."

"Well, it's just us girls, so no harm. Unless you wanted to give one of the guys a pleasant dream," teased the teenager. "What are you up to? Want some ice cream? We have plenty in the fridge."

"That looks delicious, but I shouldn't. I already ate way too many treats earlier when we were baking." Skye looked longingly at the ice cream but sat down on a stool, leaving an empty one between the two of them. "I wanted to look through and choose a couple of pictures to post on my page," she answered, holding up her phone that Whitney hadn't noticed. "I thought I would do it up here, rather than risk waking Fred up."

"That sounds fun! Can I help?" asked an excited Whitney.

"Of course! You're ideas and suggestions earlier were awesome. Did you get the ones I sent over?" she asked while looking down at her phone.

"Um, yeah. They were... hot. You look amazing," Whitney struggled with her words as she thought back to Owen's reaction to the photos.

"Me? Don't sell yourself short, Whitney. You're a smokeshow," Skye told her with a smirk. "I bet if I post a pic with both of us, people will be freaking out to know your name."

"I don't know about that."

"No, no, I'm serious," Skye insisted, looking through her phone for something. "Here, check this out." The older woman handed her phone over to Whitney.

Whitney saw that Skye had brought up her Instagram page, and on the screen was a picture of Skye and a cute blonde. The older beauty instructed the teenager to scroll through several more photos of the two women. "Ashlynne's a college student over in Arbor Corners. We've met up a few times to do stuff together. It helps increase our followers. She's a cute girl, but you blow her out of the water. Check out some of the comments about her."

The younger blonde read multiple comments about both Skye and Ashlynne. Many politely complimented their beauty; others were sweet remarks about how they wished to marry a woman as pretty someday. However, there were some crude and downright creepy comments. Whitney cringed, reading a few of the things guys wanted to do to the two women. Ewww, do these creeps really think a girl is going to be impressed and hook-up with them? She knew people posted comments like that but still couldn't believe that many people looked to be using their real names.

"There's some pretty gross stuff in these comments. Don't you mind?" inquired Whitney.

"It can get fairly bad with a few. Most people are actually pretty nice. It feels satisfying to be desirable, you know. But some cross the line. You'd be surprised by how many dick pics I get. I've spent way too much time having to delete them and block the guys."

"Aren't you worried about one of those creeps finding out where you live and work?"

"I've had a few show up at the restaurant. A couple of them were pretty bad. Luckily, I've worked there for years, so everyone likes me. Several of my co-workers gave them a talking too, and they backed off," the brunette, with blonde highlights, explained with a grimace. "Now, my friend Hollie, she gets way more creepy people. Here let me show you her," Skye added, taking her phone back from Whitney. "Oh, it looks like I don't have any reception."

"That happens here a lot. It'll probably be back again in a little while," Whitney informed her. "After hearing all this, I'm not sure I want one of my pictures posted. I have my own page, but it's mostly for school friends to look at."

"I didn't mean to make it sound so bad. The vast majority of people are quite nice. I've met tons of interesting people online and in-person because of it," Skye said. "Most of the other wannabe models I've met are really cool, and they think the good outweighs the few rotten apples. How about we pick out one or two pics to try out? I won't tag you or anything unless you want."

"I guess we can try that. Do you have any ones in mind already?"

"What do you think?" asked Skye with a laugh. "I'm thinking one with us jokingly fighting, and then one where we're helping each other out of the water," she explained while also showing said pictures to Whitney.

"Those are good choices. Playful but not overly sexy," Whitney agreed.

"Now, for your own page, I would post this one and see how your friends react," the older woman stated with a wide grin. She had scrolled over to the picture of Whitney launching herself out of the water, her wet bikini top straining to contain her bust. "I doubt you have any problems getting a guy to notice you at school, but if there is one, then this should be the hook to catch him. Plus, it will make any rival you have very jealous."

"That's not a problem for me," Whitney plainly stated with a smirk before biting her lip when she saw the picture of her hugging Skye from behind. The teenager knew the next image would be of them kissing. "Um, did you send me all the photos? I thought Sean kept on taking them until the ranger showed up."

"Your friend Sean is either very strong-willed or naughtier than anyone would think," Skye remarked, cracking a grin. "He didn't take any more pictures; he switched my phone over to take a video."

Whitney had no reply for Skye's revelation; she was too busy staring in awe at the video as it started. Seeing herself kneading the model's breasts sent a shiver down her spine. Watching herself pull down the other woman's bikini top caused her heart to start beating faster. Hearing her voice ask Sean if he thought Skye's tits were fucking awesome heated up her pussy.

As both women watched the video play, their heavy breathing accompanied the video's sounds. Skye gave a low moan as video Whitney slid her hand under video Skye's bottoms. Remembering the feel of the older woman's pussy, Whitney clenched her legs together tightly. Dual moans came from the women, as the video showed the teenager pinching the older woman's nipple. When the roar of Ranger Netland asking, "What the hell is going on here?" blared out of the phone's speakers, both women jumped in shock.

A large clank drew Whitney's eyes back to her now mostly melted ice cream. Skye turned off the video, so they didn't hear the conversation between the ranger and Harvey play out. The two women were nearly panting, but Whitney tried to calm down by focusing on her ice cream. "Dammit, this is my favorite, and it's hard to get."

Scooping up a spoonful of soup and a piece of cookie, Whitney managed to get the liquid into her mouth without spilling any. Noticing that Skye intently stared at the bowl, she offered some to her once again. "C'mon, take a little. It's terrific, even when melted."

Reluctantly, the older woman agreed, and Whitney brought a spoonful up to her mouth. Skye murmured, "Wow, this is delicious."

"See, I told you," the teen remarked, taking another spoonful for herself. Next, she filled up another spoonful before moving it up to Skye's open mouth. Unfortunately, on this turn, a little dollop of ice cream plopped down just below the older brunette's neck. Whitney stared at it, then at Skye, before using her finger to try and scoop up the mostly melted treat. Managing to gather the glob up, she raised her finger up in the air, in front of Skye. The older woman hesitated for only a brief moment and gently grabbed the teen's wrist, bringing her finger up to her mouth. Whitney sighed as her finger slid all the way into the other woman's mouth.

Finished sucking off the ice cream, Skye slowly brought the teenager's finger out of her mouth. The two women breathed heavily as their eyes burned holes into each other; the tension in the kitchen crackled like electricity. No one will ever know who made the first move, as the other lunged forward almost simultaneously. The mouths meeting wouldn't bring about any tentative kisses, as they were well past that point. Passionate tongue-filled kisses started immediately. Moans and groans filled the kitchen and dining room.

Whitney had practically crawled onto the older brunette's lap by the time the first break in their kisses occurred. Both women gasped for air. Skye reinitiated contact as she began to kiss all over her new partner's neck, bringing about an increasing pattern of sighs and moans. Several long licks up and down her neck brought shivers and "oh, gawd" from the teen. Eventually, Skye kissed and licked her way back around to Whitney's mouth, and they began to make out again passionately.

The older beauty's hands weren't idle as she unbuttoned the younger teen's pajama top. As each button slipped free, Whitney's moans increased in volume. When the last button came undone, Skye pulled back from their kiss. Grabbing both open sides of the top, she pulled the buxom blonde's pajama down her arms and admired the teenage D-cups that burst out. Staring in wonder, she then brought her eyes upward, "I told you that you had one hell of a rack."

"Thank you," the teenager giggled until it turned into a gasp, as her left breast was kissed, licked, and sucked. Her right breast was palmed, squeezed, and her nipple pinched.

The aggressive attention lasted for several minutes until Whitney, having trouble breathing, gently pushed Skye away from her now saliva-covered mounds. Unable to speak, as she gulped air, the teenage sex kitten let her hands do the talking. She grabbed the hem of the other women's sexy cami top and sharply yanked it upwards. The wannabe model helped pull the top over her head, throwing it carelessly behind her. Now, she was the one to blush as the younger girl stared in awe at her large C-cups.

"Fuck, I only saw them over your shoulder before," Whitney announced. "Gawd, they are even more fucking awesome like this."

Skye was now the one who had to brace herself to stop from falling over from the sudden lunge at her. The blonde-haired teenager's approach to the older pair of breasts came across as caring and loving. She savored their perkiness and small areolas. Where the teenager was more aggressive, dealt with her hands and how she used them. They cupped, kneaded, and tightly squeezed the parts of Skye's ass that weren't still on the stool. So forceful was Whitney that she nearly knocked the older brunette off her seat. Standing up just in the nick of time, Skye reached down and gently took Whitney's hand into hers.

"I think we need more room." Turning around with her arm behind her, Skye lightly pulled Whitney along towards the dining room table. Guiding the busty teenager to a spot in front of the table, the older woman showed surprising strength by grabbing the teen's waist and lifting her up onto the table in a sitting position.

Resuming their kissing, the two visions of perfection gave no thought to how their new position in the dining room allowed them to be seen more easily. After several minutes of swapping tongues, Skye began to kiss down Whitney's body once again. She spent considerable time on the teen's magnificent tits before kissing downward to her stomach. When her mouth reached the top of the satin boxers, the restaurant hostess playfully shoved the high school student backward. Taking the hint, Whitney lowered her back onto the table while lifting her ass up off it enough that Skye could pull her pajama shorts off.

"Honey, you have to have one of the prettiest pussies I've ever seen," gushed the twenty-four-year-old looker as she spread her new lover's legs.

"Ha-have you seen many?" questioned Whitney, in a husky voice.

"Quite a few from modeling. But yours will be only the third I taste," she excitedly replied. "How about you?"

"Only once, with another cheerleader," Whitney managed to whimper out, as Skye had already begun to lick her needy pussy. As the pleasure overtook her body, Whitney's mind wandered back to her first lesbian encounter. It had been last summer when Kelly Nomura, the graduating cheerleader captain, had sprung on her successor the annual tradition of cheer captains seducing their replacements. Whitney had been shocked as she would have never expected the studious, bubbly girl to initiate any sort of sexual seduction, particularly with a girl. Yet, Kelly had completely surprised Whitney with her ability and effort. What made the experience even hotter was picturing other cheer captains being introduced to the tradition by their predecessors. Kelly getting molded like jelly by the leggy Priscilla Pint, who would have formed a dynamic duo with her mentor, the sultry Lana Stratton. Unfortunately, Whitney really didn't care for the junior class of cheerleaders, where the next captain should be picked from. If the current captain had her way, her sophomore protégé would pull a shocking election upset.

With Whitney lost in thought, Skye went to work licking the teenage slit before her. Her hands roamed over the toned thighs and waist, caressing Whitney's skin. This combination continued for a solid two minutes until she slid her hands under the toned, pale ass. Cupping the globes tightly, she darted her tongue inside the teenage hole of lust. After her fourth tongue exploration, the older woman pulled her back shortly, peering up Whitney's body to look at her panting face.

"Damn, yours is by far the tastiest twat. I'm not sure what's more delicious: your ice cream or your homemade juices," said Skye with a pussy eating grin. "It's so warm; maybe it needs to be cooled down."

"Ah, fuck!" gasped Whitney, throwing her back down on the dining room table. The older sexpot had begun to tightly blow around her wet gash. The targeted cold air went up and down her slit, teasing the now writhing teen beauty. When Skye's fingers pried open the lips before her and blew the concentrated air inside, Whitney's head shot back off the hard wooden table. "St-stop...fuck...ing teas--oh fuck!"

Skye stopped to catch her breath for another round, but the cheerleader's strong hands interrupted that effort, grabbing the back of her head and slamming her face forward into her quim. Deciding to go with the flow, she rubbed her new lover's pussy, while her tongue probed inside. She gently added her forefinger to her explorations of a cavern for a second time today, this time a much smaller cave, as her finger slowly moved in and out.

A melody of sexual sounds echoed around the dining room as Skye feasted on her late-night snack. Dazed at how Skye's skilled tongue and finger were already so close to bringing her off, Whitney knew part of the blame for her whimpering likely a needy schoolgirl, lay with Owen not getting his job done earlier. The teen could feel herself already building to an orgasm, her hands now roaming around her own body, when the pleasure abruptly stopped.

"This tasty treat seems to be winning at this point, but it's still a little warm," teased Skye with a smirk at the glassy-eyed high schooler. With her finger still inside piercing the tight lips, she blew another blast of cold air.

"Fuck. You. Slut," Whitney heaved out. Slapping the older woman in the back of her head, she issued an order. "Finish me! Or I'll make you pay later!"

Deciding to show mercy, Skye added a middle finger to her penetrations. Sawing in and out, she found the cheerleader's clit and began flicking it with her tongue.

"Gawd! Almost...there...almost...there," Whitney chanted as she came apart from the renewed attack. Her body thrashed on the dining room table, arms flying out and knocking over one chair behind her head.

When Skye's tongue switched from flicking Whitney's clit to sucking on it, the buxom blonde finally approached nirvana.

"Riiggghhhhtttt theeerrree! Yeeeesssss!" she howled into the night.

The flood of liquid into her mouth and the pleasure of bringing satisfaction to her lover caused Skye to experience her own minor orgasm. In contrast to Whitney's shrieking wail, she hushed out a "me too!"

The two gorgeous young women panted into the silence of the cabin. Skye leaned back on the dining room chair that she had managed to stagger onto. Whitney laid sprawled out on the top of the dining room table. While exhausted, the teenager knew she needed to get up and be a good lover to the older woman.

"Did you cum too?" the cabin owner's daughter asked.

"Just a little one," responded the still horny model.

Rolling over and off the side of the table near her head, Whitney moved a chair over so she could sit down facing the table. Tapping the wood in front of her, she gave the older woman a smoldering look.

"Get that cute little butt over here. It's time for my meal," she ordered.

Skye hesitated for only a moment before hopping up on the table and scooting over until her legs straddled the teenager's position. Lifting her ass, she allowed Whitney to pry her skimpy pajama bottoms down her long, smooth legs. The satin material was wet to the touch, from its owner's sweat and sweet nectar.

"Tease me, huh? Let's see how you like this," remarked Whitney with a sinister smirk. The buxom blonde then caused a loud wail from her lover when she shoved two fingers into the wet cunt waiting before her. "I'm going to make you cum hard and fast, slut."

It was Skye's turn to writhe all over the table once Whitney's tongue joined her two fingers. Maybe she was right. Her pussy tastes just as good as my ice cream. I wonder how the two combined would--wait a second, mused the teenage pussy-lapper when an unmistakable feeling hit her. The feeling that someone's eyes watched her.