Stop the Kisses Sweeter Than Wine?

Ron’s skirt moved up along her thighs as her knees were pushed further and further away from one another until she had to lift her firm, full butt off the bed. Awkwardly half-standing, half-springing off the bed, she got the skirt up away from her butt. On one of the bounces, Kim pulled down Ron’s boxers, and **** the knees towards each other again. But just enough for the blonde’s underpants to get past them. One final shove for the knees and Kim’s body blocked them coming together.

Here was the first of many moments of truth that could follow. Could “I Can Do Anything” Possible bring herself to commit cunnilingus? Of course, she could. But could she enjoy it at least as well as Ron had when she had pressured him to do it for her? Her own vaj was only damp from the memory of being on the receiving side. Her mind was stressed about being on the giving end. She really wasn’t a lesbian. And Ron had just come from the peeing.

The human mouth has more germs. Ron had been thoroughly decontaminated at the hospital. The more I hesitate, the harder it becomes. Hm, interesting bouquet. Okay, here goes!

“Kim!” Ron’s thighs wanted to close. “I never felt a tongue down there - Because it was covered by my dick before!”

“You’re not supposed to whine until it’s with pleasure, remember, Veronica? You’re bittersweet.”

Ron’s legs wanted to climb over Kim’s back. “Right now it’s feeling more bitter than sweet. But I’m not whining. Not really.” There really was little whine in her voice. “Your tongue! It's reminding me how tiny my dick-clit is! If I were a guy, I’d be ashamed of its size!”

“But you’re not a guy, remember, Veronica? Now stop wasting those exclamation marks on bad feelings! Forget Ron and know who Veronica is!” Kim had liked it when Ron had pushed his tongue between her folds and entered her hole. But she dared not penetrate Veronica until Kim had satisfied her without resorting to any practice that was male-substitute. She risked that by her tongue delving into the woman’s gash, licking her liquid. After she got around the initial taste, she was enjoying its taste. She knew she should know it. But the more she lapped, the less she cared if she knew.

Ron was having trouble keeping from resting the weight of her legs on Kim’s back. The Ron in her wanted to take Kim's head and move it closer to her lap. And while Veronica wouldn’t mind more contact, she was more content to lean her elbows back into the bed. It seemed the more womanly thing to do.

Where is my head! Kim said to herself. I can’t insert anything into her, but I can insert me into me! But as her arms and hands slid along the tops of Veronica’s thighs, her conscience argued. What kind of example does that set, Kim? When the wannabe Jessica sees you going all cooch, she’ll remember she’s a Jessica to be fapped over! Did I just use language like that? What do I care. I'm going to schlick!

Keeping her face buried in the intoxicating juncture, Kim’s hands reached for her cooch. But in Ron’s writhing, a leg got caught between Kim’s right arm and body. Trying to dance around it only made Ron dance with it. It was so Ron! No matter how many times he was in the way, she always enjoyed his antics. Not that she would tell him. Not now when she was being sexually frustrated. She withdrew her face from Ron’s heady pussy.

After ‘dancing’, her hands on Veronica’s naked, silky legs for a minute, Kim found herself teetering, and then rolling onto the floor. She smacked her lips and laughed at the absurdity.

“Kim! You’re drunk!??”

“Your vaj really does have the finest wine! At least 10% ****!”