"Ellen tastes like..."

"You like my tits?" Amy asks. She drops her tiny cell phone on the bed and cups her breasts in her hands. "Sherah says they’re perky," she adds in a silly voice.

"They're nice." You feel silly saying it, like you're complimenting her on a new set of tires. You wished you were more witty.

Surprising you, Amy moves over to sit beside you on Ellen’s bed.

"Let me tell you a little secret before Elle gets back. I think you'll appreciate it," Amy says as she glances over at the door to the room.

Amy takes a deep breath and smiles, her cheeks and eye corners dimpling. "Ellen's pussy tastes like lemon blossom. She's the best I've ever tasted. But Sherah disagrees. She says Ellen tastes more like grapefruit, and she likes me better."

Your heart thumps at Amy's intimate 'confession'. You wonder if she's putting you on. Your face feels glowing hot.

Amy continues, "But Sherah really likes Ellen's butt. She thinks it's the tastiest little kiss-it. I agree, actually." She winks. "Anyway, tiger, you've seen quite a bit of me and Elle today. You up to showing me yours?" She tilts her head, tossing her wavy red hair.

"Uh..."

The door clicks open. Ellen looks at the two of you sitting side by side on her bed and surveys your faces. Yours must be bright pink, the way it feels.

"What were YOU two talking about?" Ellen asks, narrowing her eyes.

"Don't look at me, it's his ears burning," Amy says. She looks at you.

You look at Ellen and Amy. You clear your throat and swallow.