Tracy

Tracy is pissed off. The married professor she was seeing, just informed her he didn’t love her and they needed to stop. She sat down on the common room couch to sulk.

Cathy strode toward her, jingling Jenny’s keys. Tracy closed her eyes. She felt Cathy pet her shoulder. Frankly it hurt.

“Hey, Tracy excited for tonight’s party?”

Not at all thought, Tracy as she answered. “Ow, you should get that callous taken care of. The party should be awesome.”

Tracy gets up. Clearly she’d picked a poor spot to sulk. She heads for the bathroom.

She slinks into a stall and sits down. She is disappointed with herself for allowing him to lead her on. After a bit of crying she goes to the sink to wash up. The bathroom door creaks open.

She turns to look and sees Cathy. Her jaw drops a little. Since when did Cathy turn into a porn star. Her breasts are huge round and perky. Is Cathy going commando, Tracy wonders. Her erect nipples are obvious, in the tight red shirt she is wearing. Her makeup looks professionally done and very slutty. For some reason looking at Cathy is turning her on.

Cathy sachets toward Tracy and begins stroking her back.

“Whatever it is Tracy it’ll be ok.”

Tracy looks forlorn. She doesn’t know whether she wants to shout at Cathy to stop, or turn around and kiss her full luscious burgundy lips.

Cathy’s petting intensifies. When her hands reach Tracy’s ass she turns and kisses Cathy.

Cathy flicks Tracy’s erect nipples as she caresses her happy trail.

Tracy drops to her knees and looks up Cathy, her eyes pleading. ‘How?’

Cathy snickers. “Just lick.”

Tracy runs her tongue along Cathy’s wet sex. She is surprised how good it tastes. Is this what she’s been missing, she wonders. She just lets instinct take over trying to give Cathy what she’d want.

Apparently, her instincts are good as Cathy squirts her juices into Tracy’s mouth and chin.

Tracy is appalled. She can’t believe she just ate out her friend. She runs out of the bathroom, ignoring the growing lust in her loins.