Tickled Pink

"He…" I cleared my throat. "He hasn't figured it out yet."

She smacked her forehead, rolling her eyes. "Then show him!"

I stared at her, naked on our floor, talking about the most intimate things like we were discussing knitting or something. "I don't know how."

"What does that mean?" She sat up, tucking her long brown hair behind her ears as she hugged her knees to her chest.

"Sometimes he finds the right spot," I admitted. "But he mostly seems interested in putting his tongue… inside…"

I was beet red, I knew it, enough to match my hair-I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

"Common mistake." She shook her head. "That's not where it feels best, is it?"

I felt the heat in my cheeks increasing-just when I thought I couldn't get any redder.

"Yep, sounds like the boyfriend needs a lesson," she affirmed. "You just need to show him where to lick."

"Can we not talk about this?" I reached for my copy of Plato, hoping to hide behind it.

"Oh, no." She grabbed my book and tossed it behind her. "You're not getting out of it, now."

"Christy, gimme my book." I sighed.

"Nuh-uh." She grabbed her pillow, laying back on the floor and putting her feet up on my bed, her legs spread. "Look."

"What are you doing?"

"Have you ever looked at it before?" she asked and I stared as she parted the trimmed brown hair between her legs, exposing the dark pink center.

"Wow, Christy." I shook my head. I couldn't take my eyes off where her fingers were spreading her lips. "Running around naked is one thing-but this is all kinds of wrong."

"Who says?" She brought her other hand down, opening everything up even more. My eyes were glued between her legs, in spite of my discomfort.

"It's right here, isn't it?" She rubbed the pink, glistening folds at the top of her slit.

"It feels good when he licks you here?"

I just nodded, watching her fingers pull back the wrinkled hood, exposing the little bud of her clit. Her eyes closed as she teased it, back and forth, and I could feel a dull throbbing between my legs.

"I know what a clit is." I swallowed and moved my eyes up to her face. She had a dreamy look on her face and I tried not to notice her fingers moving between her legs.

"That's not the issue."

"So tell me," she murmured, making a little "mmm" sound as she rubbed herself.

"What is the issue?"

I squirmed on the bed, squeezing my thighs together, feeling the ache between them. Watching her touch herself made me want to touch myself, too. My nipples were hard as I wiggled, rubbing against the material of my bra.

"Christy…"

"You can tell me." Her palm moved over her nipple, making slow, easy circles.

I felt the blush in my face spreading to my chest, through my belly, like my whole body was flushing with the heat.

I tried to explain. "He just can't seem to… stay in the right place… long enough…"

She sat up, kneeling next to my bed. "Well, let me see… maybe your clit is shy…

like you… just hard to keep a tongue on… "

I shook my head, smiling. "Forget it."

"Oh come on," she urged, reaching over and unsnapping the top button of my jeans. "You've seen everything I've got… and I've never even seen you in your underwear."

"Hey, come on," I said as she started unzipping my pants. Even as I said the words, I felt dizzy and weak with wanting… something. It's the alcohol, I told myself as I whispered, "Quit."

"Do you even wear underwear?" she teased, peeking under my jeans. "Of course you do, what was I thinking? Are they granny panties?"

"Christy!" I pushed at the hands that were trying to tug my jeans down my hips, but the effort was weak, even I knew it.

"What?" She slid a hand under my jeans but over my panties, making me gasp.

"Mmm… warm… are you a redhead all over, Dawnie?"

"This isn't a good idea," I whispered, trying not to get carried away by the sensation, her fingers rubbing over the crotch of my panties, her other hand edging my jeans down, trying to make more room.

"Why not?" She looked down at the V my zipper made, the place where her hand rocked against my flesh. "I just want to show you how to make things better between you and Josh… besides… doesn't this feel good?"

I couldn't help moaning when she managed to wiggle her fingers around the side of my panties, touching the swollen flesh of my lips, the slippery wetness between them, and the sound encouraged her fingers to search through my folds, finding my clit and teasing it.

"There it is," she murmured, her eyes on mine. "Not so shy… feel good?"

I let out a pent-up breath, closing my eyes against it. "Christy, please…"

"Don't be shy, Dawnie," she whispered and I jumped like she had burned me with her lips when she kissed the exposed skin of my belly between my sweater and my unzipped jeans. "For once… come on… do something out of your comfort zone…"

Her words, her fingers, the deliciously slick pulse between my legs, had me hooking my thumbs in my jeans, wiggling them down, toeing them off.

"Yay you." She smiled, her eyes between my legs. "Now, can I see if you're a real redhead? Can't tell with my fingers."