Girl Scout Cookies

Sylvia sashayed around the kitchen, preparing the table for dinner. Her unbound breasts bobbed as she set dishes from the cabinets upon the dark cherry table. She hummed, enjoying the feeling of her apron stretch across her nipples.

The doorbell rang. Excited, Sylvia shimmied to the front door.

“Hi, Sylvia!” Helen smiled as the door opened. “Nice apron.”

The buxom brunette blushed. Helen reached out to her friend’s head, drawing her fingers along her hairline.

“You’ve been busy,” Helen grinned, scraping up a fine line of semen. “Did he save any for me?”

Sylvia nodded to the auburn haired mother as she closed the door.

“Is he upstairs?”

Sylvia shook her head out.

“Then where is he?”

Sylvia motioned to the door.

“Then how did he save any for me?” Helen asked crossly.

Grinning, Sylvia removed the covered food trays from Helen’s hands and set them on a small oak table. She took her friend’s head in her hands, leaning in closer to the auburn haired woman. Sylvia placed her lips on Helen’s.

Helen was shocked. She had never done anything like this before, but… It felt so good. Relenting, Helen kissed her friend back. Enjoying the silky pleasure, Helen slid her tongue into Sylvia’s mouth, encountering a thick fluid.

So that’s what he saved for me, Helen thought as she opened her mouth wider, scooping at the young man’s semen. Sylvia’s tongue ran along her own, exciting a ripple of pleasure from Helen’s loins.

Helen pulled back, breaking the kiss. Swallowing the last of the seed, she said, “When will Gerald be back?”

“I don’t know,” Sylvia shook her head. “He said he had to get some things. Oh, and we can’t start until he’s back.”

“Great,” Helen grimaced, her hands unconsciously creeping down to her crotch. “What’ll we do in the meantime?”

“He just said to make sure dinner was ready for when he came back.” Sylvia picked up the pizza platter and carried it off to the kitchen. Helen eyed her friend’s swaying buttocks, the urging from her loins beckoning.

The doorbell rang.

“Can you get that?” Sylvia called from the kitchen.

“Sure,” Helen grumbled, opening the door.

“Hello, Mrs. Anderton,” a bright-eyed young woman said. “Is Misty back yet?”

Helen smiled softly at the young girl, taking in her youthful curves beneath the Girl Scout Uniform.

“I’m sorry, Theresa,” Helen said. “Misty won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Oh,” the blue-eyed girl said, downcast.

“Come in,” Helen said sweetly. “Would you like a cookie?”

“Sure,” Theresa said. Stepping into the foyer, Misty’s friend removed a cookie from the proffered tin. She nibbled at the cookie.

“It tastes a little funny,” she said, a hungry look slowly dawning in her eyes. “But good.”

Theresa stuffed the cookie into her mouth, loud crunches emanating as she chewed.

“May I have another?” she asked, wiping crumbs off her cheeks.

“That’s enough for now, dear,” Helen smiled, noticing a slightly gazed appearance to the young girl’s eyes. Theresa frowned, pouting.

“Perhaps you could earn another,” Helen offered. “I just need your help with something.”

Theresa grinned, brightening.

“Okay,” the blonde haired girl said.

Helen led the girl into the living room, the light dimming as the sun set. The thirty-eight-year-old woman sat down on the sofa, forcing Theresa to kneel before her.

“How am I going to help?” Theresa gulped, suddenly unsure of what was happening.

Helen grinned, bunching her black pleated mini-skirt about her waist and spreading her legs wide. Theresa gaped at the older woman’s trimmed damped pussy.

“You’re going to eat me out,” Helen proffered. “I’m sure you’ve done it before.”

The blonde haired girl stared at the auburn muff, her mind racing.