Izzy wants the first taste

But Izzy's mouth was dry. She tried to swallow the lump and failed. It was painful to speak, not least because she couldn't believe what she was saying. "I want to taste you first," she breathed.

She was horrified to see Mina turn back over her shoulder. Was she about to crack some joke and reveal this was all a big prank? The pain in Izzy's throat became like a rod of boiling lead, but then Mina spoke. "You guys don't mind, do you?" she asked.

Izzy couldn't see either Paul or Ward. Mina loomed over her. She seemed enough to fill the whole world, and Izzy would've been very happy that way. But she heard Paul chuckle. "Not like I'm going to have a problem with it," he said. Compared to Mina's, his voice grated against Izzy's ears, but she learned that she'd very quickly become a sucker for pain.

Mina's thumb rested on Izzy's mouth. "Okay, Izzy," she whispered in her ear. "You want to taste my cunt?"

Izzy was too dumb to say anything. She watched Mina reach under her dress and pull down her underwear. The black lace slipped down snow white legs and landed on the floor between her go-go boots. She kicked them free, and Izzy shuddered. Then Mina climbed onto the couch, first one foot, then the other. A jab of panic hit the shorter girl. She'd imagined–for that lightning bolt second where she imagined anything at all–Mina lying back on the couch beside her. Then Izzy could take her time. Pace herself. She had never given another woman oral before. But Mina was dead set on doing this at her pace, and Izzy wouldn't contradict her.

She took a breath as Mina pulled up the hem of her dress. There it was, her lips, as beautiful as the rest of her. Finally here was the slightest flush. She wasn't a totally unmoved third party. The faintest patch of blonde hair grew just above it. Izzy stared. Then her friend threw one leg up onto the back of the couch with a gymnast's grace, and her pale thigh was pressing against Izzy's cheek. Didn't it hurt, to feel how she was burning up on such sensitive skin? But Mina didn't say anything.

Mina's fingers weaved into the hair on top of Izzy's head. It was so natural for her. This couldn't be her first time with a girl. That thought made Izzy burn even brighter, with envy. She wanted so very badly to be Mina's first. And where the hell had that impulse come from? Her fingers tugged, and Izzy twitched, shimmying closer to her friend's pussy. She could smell her. God, she was perfect that way, too.