Excerpt The girls sat in their two-bedroom condo, one they brought together, arguing again. It seems that was all they did.
Janice weary of arguing over the same problem time and time again, wanted results, wanted Peggy to rectify the situation choking
their friendship. She hated nights like this, nights they slept annoyed with each other, nights where no goodnights were exchanged. Nights
were it seemed forgiveness and morning was far away.
Arising the next morning, thoughts of reconciliation filled each girl with anticipation. Meeting in the living room they embraced,
exchanged good mornings, and words of forgiveness. Reconciled hand and hand they headed for the kitchen and breakfast.
The sun poured through the kitchens bay window illuminating the room capturing the girl’s reflection in the glass top table. The
auburn highlights in Janice’s hair danced across the tabletop. Peggy’s blond hair glowed yellow, its reflection almost blinding.
Rising Janice closed the blind removing the glare of sun from her emerald green eyes. Returning to the table she smiled at the
woman across the table. Eyes filled with love took in the in the beauty of a face covered in flawless skin, deep blue eyes, moist sensual
lips, and the crevice between the exposed breasts jutting upward beneath a white silk peignoir. Particular notice was taken of the nipples
etched against the silk material covering them, their hardness calling, pleading for suckling. A whimsical smile sat etched in red sensual
lips. Eyelids painted emerald green danced behind long silkily lashes. The woman was beautiful, almost to beautiful to argue with.
Envy crawled deep into Janice’s heart, envy hard to control, envy over an appearance reflected in glass before all mirrors met by the sad
eyes looking into. Janice’s skin was pale, crow’s feet lined pale green eyes, and a birthmark etched its strawberry shape across the left
cheek, glaring its shape encrusted in a dark red border. In her opinion no makeup could hide its flaws. Though she was not fat, her figure
was not perfect. Peggy was the one with perfectly shaped hips, tiny waist, and long legs.
Janice’s only claim to beauty was long flaming red hair, perfectly curled, each strand in place, accented with coppery
highlights.
Pulling away from the enchanting scene, Janice suggested, “Let’s make breakfast together kiddo.”
Twenty minutes later, the table boasted a steaming pot of coffee, filled creamer and sugar bowl, and a plate of sweet rolls. In
front of each girl was a plate of bacon, eggs and toast. Between bites of food they poke, the conversation light, easy going, chitchat about
nothing in general, until Janice asked a question.
Peggy, blue eyes open wide, projected the glow of love she held for her friend. Twisting a lock of r long blond hair around one
tiny finger, she looked away from Janice’s gaze. The question burned in her mind, answering it would only lead to another argument.
Peggy wanted to avoid this situation, the look of want and need on Janice’s face changed the situation, the question had to be
answered.
Reaching across the table Peggy grabbed Janice’s friend’s hand. “Janice I don’t how they would take it. I don’t want to take the
chance of being shunned, thrown out like a piece of garbage. You know my folks; you spent most of your childhood in their house. You know
their rules; you know their inner feelings on every subject pertaining to life, death, and proper morals. I just can’t do it honey. Please
understand.”
“I won’t accept that answer Peggy. Sorry I refuse to live in the background anymore. I refuse to be just the roommate any longer. I
love you and unless you tell the truth I am leaving”.
Peggy began to sob, the tears flowing downward filled Janice’s heart with sorrow. Hugging her friend close she cleansed the tears
away with a skilled tongue. Passion stirred itself inside a vagina already quivering with excitement, it happened every time the two women
touched. Slowly she slid her tongue down Peggy’s throat until the edge of her v-lined blouse met its tip. Playing inside the cotton fabric
the quick strokes warmed against the breast beneath it. Delicately, skilled hands and fingers slipped the peignoir off never removing the
tongue tormenting its target. (Peggy never wore a bra knowing the sight of her bare nipples pleased Janice.)
Stopping the tongues action Janice fondled Peggy’s breasts and replaced the tongue with a mouth eager for fulfillment, the
fulfillment of suckling their hardened sweet nipples.
Before Peggy could protest she parted her legs and slid down aiming for the delicacy an intense craving needed. Her head rested
atop the mound of hair, inhaling the sweet odor beneath it. Gently her tongue guided itself inside exploring the cavern it entered. Round
and round, up and down moving slowly, gaining speed with each lick, until sexual arousal screamed for release.
The sweetness of womanhood emptied, Peggy begged Janice for more, enticing her with the licking of a tongue slowly across the
sensual lips it parted.
Gliding back upward Janice faced Peggy and pulled her up into welcoming arms. Body against body they kissed, entwining each other’s
tongues in an embrace of warm moistness.
Peggy cried out “Darling take me to bed, show me how much you really love me.”
Janice led the way, suggesting they dress for the occasion. Stripping down to bare flesh both girls then donned garter belts and
stockings.
Peggy wore red and black and stood in five-inch red stilettos, seductively showing off her wares. Janice wore white; her short chunky legs
inserted in ballerina slippers caused an intense throbbing in Peggy’s vagina. Taking in a deep breath, they grabbed their toys from the
bedside table.
Handing Peggy her manhood, Janice laid on the bed, watching her strap it around her tiny waist.
Peggy began their playtime treating Janice the way Janice loved to be treated, as a slut. “Spread them, you know you want it. What
do you want first, beg me baby beg me.”
“I want tongue, then I want your hard dildo inside me. Please show me no mercy, I want everything you can give me.”
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