Tasha Arrives

“Hey,” you said, opening the door to Sabrina’s apartment.

“Hey-yo-!” Tasha said, who turned it into a whoop as you grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside while lifting her up. You crushed your lips to hers in a kiss as you spun and immediately headed for the couch in the living room area. Sabrina was laughing somewhere behind you, shutting the door. Tasha took your head in her hands as she kissed you back after dropping her purse haphazardly, and then she pinned her knees on either side of your waist to feel more stable.

In your brief glance at her, you could tell she’d done herself up fully knowing what you’d be doing when she arrived. She’d worn a loose, hippy-ish top that showed off her cleavage and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, the colourful tie-dye a little garish but giving her that 70’s look with her bright, blonde hair and open, pretty expression. She had jean shorts for bottoms and your hands went from her waist to her ass as you walked, and she kicked off her flip-flops before you reached the couch.

You set her down, pulling away from the kiss. “God, you look hot,” you said as you started to undo the button on her shorts as she looked up at you with steamy, wide eyes. “I can’t wait another second, I need to taste you again.”

“Fuck,” she gasped as you got her shorts undone and started pulling them over her hips.

“Hey, babe,” Gemma said, coming out from the bedroom and sitting down on the couch next to Tasha and sweeping some hair out of the woman’s face before leaning in and giving her a kiss. “That’s a hot shirt, you have excellent taste.”

“Thanks,” Tasha gasped, clearly a little overwhelmed as you finished peeling her shorts off of her. She’d shaved or waxed since yesterday morning and now she had a small dot of peach fuzz pubic hair on her mound and the rest of her was bare. You lifted her knees and pulled her to the edge of the couch, growling happily before diving between her thighs and driving your tongue between her pretty labia. “Oh, God,” she gasped in response.

“Hey Tash,” Sabrina said, following you back from the door and sitting down on Tasha’s other side. This part of things had been moderately planned, and Sabrina was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she took Tasha by the chin with two fingers and turned her head to give her a hello kiss as well. “I’m so happy you came over.”

“Step- ungh- step three, right?” Tasha grunted, blinking rapidly as you worked your tongue on her.

“It is step three,” Sabrina smirked a little and then kissed her again lightly. “But we really do want you. Gemma and I value you so much as a friend and think you’re so fun. And pretty. John too, but he has other ways of saying that.”

“I’m getting the message,” Tasha said, then let out a wordless little moan as her eyes closed. You’d shifted up slightly, playing at her clit with the edge of your tongue, before slipping back down. With the opportunity from Thursday night and yesterday morning, you’d already learned some of Tasha’s specific likes, and you weren’t waiting to put them to use. In response, she ran the fingers of both hands through your hair.

“Right now is all about you,” Gemma said, snuggling up a little closer to her. “Later, it’ll be more mutual.”

“Can’t wait,” Tasha groaned. “God, John, that’s good.”

The girls traded off kissing Tasha and whispering sweet little things to her as you knelt on the floor and ate her out, eventually working a couple of fingers into the mix as well. Tasha’s first orgasm was small and actually made her hiccup, but you didn’t let up on her at all. At some point the girls got Tasha’s top off as well, running their fingers over the blonde's astoundingly perfect tits. They weren’t as big as Gemma’s, which meant they didn’t quite have the heft and hang - they were big but remained perky in a way that was kind of gravity-defying without being fake. You wouldn’t ever change anything about Sabrina or Gemma, but if you’d been describing the ‘perfect body’ Tasha’s tits would have been the standard.

The girls added in teasing those tits and little beady nipples to their kissing and positive verbal ****, and Tasha groaned her way into a second orgasm that reached a climax as both Gemma and Sabrina moved in and made a three-way kiss of it as they both massaged one of her boobs. Three-way kisses weren’t really ‘a thing’ as far as the three of you had figured out so far - it was silly, and a little fun, but a lot harder to make it feel meaningful or convey anything like a good kiss should.

Tasha was left panting as you finally raised your lips from her labia, kissing your way slowly back up her thighs until you reached her knees while you sat back on your heels.

“Hey, babe,” you said with a little grin, feeling her juices on your lips.

“Hey,” Tasha grunted and then broke into a giggle and pressed her thighs together. “Thanks for the warm welcome.”

“Any time,” you grinned, running your hands along her bare outer thighs and just enjoying the physical touch. “Have I mentioned that you are an absolutely amazing woman today?”

“You hinted at it,” Tasha sighed, smiling broadly. Then she glanced at Gemma and Sabrina. “You do realise that your boyfriend is an extremely complimentary flirt, right?”

“You should have heard him before we all got together,” Sabrina smirked, looking at you with a teasing smile. “He could barely string a sentence together when he was making small talk with secretaries.”

You snorted softly, thinking of how far you’d come with Becks since then. She’d called last night asking for permission to come, and you held her on edge for almost ten minutes before allowing it. Gemma had heard her moans through the phone from the kitchen, and you’d been in the bedroom. “I think all my personal growth this summer has been for the better,” you said.

“Oh, it was always there,” Gemma said, leaning forward and bending down to kiss some of Tasha’s taste off your lips. “You just figured out how to use it.”

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