Under Mr Nolan's bed

“We tell each other everything,” she reminded me. “I told you all about me and Bobby…”

She had a point. “I wanted to tell you… when you told me about Bobby…”

“You’d already done it?” she gasped, her hand squeezing my ass hard through my panties.

I squealed, laughing. “Yeah… that’s why I asked you if it hurt…”

“Did it?” she asked, inching my panties down over my bottom.

“Yeah, a little.” I arched my back with a sigh, feeling her fingers probing me from behind. “But then… oh god… then it started to feel so good…”

“Is he big?” She pressed her thigh between mine, opening me more to her fingers as they slipped inside.

“Yes,” I whispered, moaning when she started to move them in and out of my wetness. “Ohhh yes… that’s good.”

“Was he on top?” Her fingers curled inside of me, making me gasp.

“The first time…” I lifted my leg higher, feeling her push in deeper, faster.

“How many times?” Her thumb moved to find my clit, rubbing it slowly back and forth, teasing me.

“Oh god that’s good,” I whispered, rocking with her. “Just a few times… so far…”

“So far,” she breathed, wiggling her fingers up inside of me. “So you think you’re going to do it again?”

I sighed, closing my eyes. “I hope so…”

“Me too.” She kissed my neck as her fingers plunged into me, making a soft wet noise between my legs. “Promise to tell me about it…”

“Erica,” I moaned, squeezing my pussy around her fingers, wanting more.

“That’s… mmm… god, that’s just so wrong…”

“I know.” Her lips moved over my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin there. “But if I’m going to do this whole virgin thing, I might as well live through you…”

I turned to face her, sighing when her fingers slid out of me. “Are you really going to?”

“I don’t know.” She gave me a bitter smile. “I’m done with Bobby… and I’m not really into anyone else right now.” I touched her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. She tasted like apples and I licked her sweetness off my lips. “Except you.” She smiled, sliding her hand under my panties again.

“I thought…” My eyes closed as she probed between my swollen lips, her finger finding my clit. “Ohhh… mmm… I thought that you were recommitting yourself…”

“Well…” Her breath was warm over my face as she started rubbing me. “If I just do this with you, technically, I’m still a virgin…” I smiled, sighing and opening my legs a little wider. “But isn’t it still a sin?”

“I guess there’s always confession,” she murmured, pressing her fingers up into me, making me moan.

“Oh, Erica,” I gasped, sliding my thigh up over hers. “If we keep confessing this stuff to Father Michael, he’s going to have a heart attack.”

She giggled, slipping down between my legs and pulling my panties all the way down. “You should have heard him huffing and puffing when I was in there.

Surprised the whole thing didn’t come down.”

“Oh, god, that’s good,” I whispered as I watched her part my lips with her fingers and tickle my clit with her tongue. “I don’t care if it’s a sin…” Erica’s whole mouth covered my mound, her eyes meeting mine as she sucked and licked. Her tongue worked my flesh, back and forth, around and around, sending delicious thrills through me. I had been punishing myself all week and hadn’t even touched myself, and now the feel of her mouth on me was almost too much pleasure to bear.

“Feel good?” She flicked my clit with her tongue and slipped a finger inside of me. I wiggled, moaning, grabbing my thighs and pulling them back so she could really fuck me with her hand, her fingers working in and out of my pussy as she licked me.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, pulling my t-shirt up so I could play with my nipples, sending extra waves of sensation down between my legs, right to the spot that she was teasing with her tongue. I gasped and moaned, rocking my hips up to meet her mouth and her hand, her fingers shoving wetly in and out of my hole.

“Ohhhhhh fuck,” I whispered, feeling it coming, my orgasm cresting, reaching an incredible peak, and I grabbed her still-wet hair, mashing her face against my flesh. “Erica, yes, yes, make me come!”

She moaned, moving her face from side to side, her tongue rubbing back and forth, her fingers pressing hard inside of me as my pussy spasmed again and again. I couldn’t help moaning with it, the waves of pleasure rocking my body against hers. We rolled on the bed and kissed, giggling as we pressed our breasts together under the blanket.

“I missed you,” she breathed, kissing me again.

“Me, too.” I could taste myself in her mouth and it made me want to taste her, too. My fingers found their way between her legs, making her sigh and spread wider. “Your turn?”

“Please…” She pushed the covers down, pulling her knees back and showing me. She was glistening wet, still shaved completely smooth, her lips so fat and swollen that they spread all by themselves to show the pink heat inside. I kissed her knee, working my way slowly up, my eyes on hers. She licked her lips as she watched me edge my way up the soft skin of her inner thigh.