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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