Sit on Julie's face.

Your knees tremble. You steady yourself with one hand on the parapet as your other hand cups your naked pussy.

"The least Julie could have done... was me," you whisper to the warm afternoon air.

Another tear rolls down your cheek. Your arousal moves in electric waves across your body, stimulated by the gentle Jamaican breezes on your skin. Far off around the corner of the resort building, you hear splashes and laughter.

You take a deep breath and tell yourself, "Okay Jane, this is it." You swallow nervously. Julie said you smelled good and bet you'd taste even better. Time to put that to the test. You leave the balcony and close the sliding door quietly.

Julie is lying where you left her, snoring, crashed out from the margaritas at lunch and the orgasm you gave her. You did it. You left her wracked with pleasure. Your breath catches in your throat at her naked beauty. You wipe an errant tear from your cheek and feel another droplet running down your skin...down your thigh. Your face feels warm just looking at her.

You get a silly little impulse. All those evenings you came back to the dorm room you shared with Julie and found a sock on the door and the sounds of pleasure coming from inside. You grab one of your socks -- short and white, with a pink pom-pom at the ankle. You take the sock and the "Do Not Disturb" sign, peek out the door and hang them on the outside lever.

You breathe quickly and deeply, feeling giddy. On the bed is Julie, her glorious red hair spread out on the pillow, her big soft breasts rising and falling with her breath, her nipples even now glistening with your spit.

You lean next to her ear. "Hey Julie, it's Jane."

"Mmhmgmn?" Julie mutters. "Jane."

"My turn," you say.

"Hm?" Julie says.

Your clit throbs between your legs. You get onto the bed facing Julie's feet, knees straddling her shoulders, leaning forward to steady yourself on your forearms.

Julie shifts underneath you but doesn't seem really awake.

Julie's pussy is so pretty, her lips so bright and pink under her dark red bush. She smells sexy, lovely, horny. You tickle your nose in her bush and breathe lightly, warmly. Julie murmurs something. You bend your knees, settling your pussy toward Julie's face. You feel your bush touch her nose. Her warm breath is on your pussy. You settle down and back until your wet pussy lips are kissing Julie's mouth, firmly and deeply. Your clit jumps, sending sparks of desire through your body.