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Betty Brant always tried to keep things professional, even during extreme moments, but... well, she was naked, and more importantly Michelle Jones was naked, the two of them heading to share a shower. And she couldn't help but look back at the sticky body behind her, and when MJ offered her hand Betty didn't hesitate taking it. She took another girl's hand, which female friends did all the time, and it shouldn't have been a big deal, but after everything that they had done together, just that small touch caused her body to tingle. So much so, she was surprised when they got to their destination without being interrupted by MJ kissing her. Or maybe even her kissing MJ. Or maybe something else less PG. She was surprised, and disappointed. Not too much though, as that would no doubt come later.
For a few long minutes after starting the shower things simply remain professional, which was probably a very good thing, given how sticky they were. Oh yes, if they were going to sleep comfortably tonight, they would definitely need to sort out the mess they had made. And honestly, like with the holding hands, it was enough to simply slide her hands over MJ's body, and have the other girl's touching hers. Oh God, how did Michelle Jones make washing her hair erotic? Well, it probably had something to do with the fact that those hands had made Betty feel so very, very good. And she was so close to MJ's naked body, it was driving her crazy. So much so, it was a relief when MJ finally reached from behind her, and gently cupped Betty's tits, while her own were pressing into Betty's back.
Betty smirked, and then quipped, "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself."
MJ smirked back against Betty's neck, "Did you think I would?"
"No." Betty chuckled softly.
There was a brief pause, then MJ asked softly, "Did you not want me too?"
Immediately Betty shook her head, and then softly said a few seconds later, "No."
"Did you want me to stop?" MJ pushed.
"No." Betty said softly.
"So what do you want?" MJ grinned.
Another pause, this one the longest yet, and then Betty whimpered, "You know."
"Tell me." MJ pushed.
She'd rather show her, and if Betty was just a little braver, maybe she would have actually said that. Instead she let her actions do her talking, which worked just fine, considering that meant turning around quickly in MJ's arms and kissing the other girl forcibly, pushing her back against the shower wall in the process. Which was the kind of passion Betty used to dream of showing in her more private moments, when she was older and the time was right, And while she would be lying if she said that she had ever seriously thought she would be doing it with Michelle Jones, she would definitely be lying if she said she didn't love it. Even if the bitch chuckled at this response against her lips, before thankfully melting into their latest kiss.
Just like before, Betty was hyperaware of the fact that their naked bodies were pressed against each other, and every little touch that MJ gave her. At least MJ had the decency to stay away from her most sensitive areas, at least at first. Although it didn't really matter, as they were still buzzing from the sex they had just had. The lesbian sex! Oh God Betty Brant just couldn't seem to stop having incredible girl on girl sex with Michelle Jones. Or at least, Michelle Jones couldn't stop treating her to amazing gay girl sex. Betty meanwhile was left feeling incredibly inadequate, considering what the other girl had done for her. So when the brunette tried to reach for her pussy, the blonde broke the kiss and protested.
"No!" Betty blurted.
"Sorry, yeah..." MJ apologized, moving back slightly, "I should have known you would need a little more warm-up, I just-"
"No, it's not that." Betty insisted, before quickly explaining, "I, I wanna do you first!"
"Are you sure?" MJ questioned cautiously, although she barely got the words out, before Betty kissed her again.
MJ wasn't about to argue with that, especially as uptight little 'straight girl' Betty Brant grabbed her butt in the process, holding onto it and squeezing it while shoving her tongue into MJ's very welcoming mouth. Of course, the brunette just couldn't let the blonde have control, and fought back, but for once her tongue couldn't win this battle. It didn't lose, but it definitely didn't win. No, the two of them were just locked in a frantic tongue battle for a few long minutes, while it was Betty Brant who went from fumbling her butt, to caressing her tits. Then without warning, the prim and proper 'straight girl' broke the kiss, dived her head downwards and wrapped her lips around a nipple, and began frantically licking and sucking on it.
Which was both amazing, and frustrating for poor MJ. After all, her body was still buzzing from everything they had done today, and she was pretty sure she wasn't alone. Fuck, had it really been one day? The beginning of it felt like a lifetime ago, given everything that had happened. Hell, she had woken up in her own bed, which was now an Ocean away, and she had thought sharing a room with Betty Brant would be boring. Now uptight little popular girl Betty Brant was frantically licking and sucking her tits. Which meant she should be grateful, and understanding given this was all new to both of them. And yet, she wanted more. In fact, she wanted more than this girl might have to give her. Or ever admit that she wanted.
However, just as MJ was making peace with the idea of long, drawn-out foreplay she felt a hand sliding it's way down her stomach. She tried not to jinx it, but she couldn't help let out a sharp gasp at this turn of events. Luckily if anything that just pushed Betty to follow through, and to cause MJ to let out another sharp gasp followed by a long, happy moan as that hand slid over her needy little pussy. Unluckily this caused Betty to pause briefly, but thankfully this wasn't because she was being put off by what she was feeling, or hearing. No, it was obvious from the way the blonde was grinning around the brunette's nipple she was just savouring the moment, and MJ could rest easy. Especially as it allowed her to do the same.
Then Betty started to gently rub MJ's pussy lips with her fingertips, while continuing to go back and forth between her nipples, only licking and sucking on them even more passionately than before, which was really saying something. Admittedly MJ was half expecting this prim and proper 'straight girl' to pull her hand away at any second, and tell her this was just too much for her. Maybe even tell her she wasn't gay, again, which at this point would be just sad. But for those few moments, Michelle Jones was content, and even closed her eyes and savoured this precious moment. Then she opened her eyes widened shock when she felt Betty's mouth leaving her tits, and then more importantly, and amazingly, uptight little 'straight girl' Betty Brant got down onto her knees in front of her, her pretty little face directly in front of MJ's needy little cunt.
Betty felt like she was going to hyperventilate. She was way, way, way, over her head, and drowning in nervousness and anxiety. Yes, this wasn't that different to what she been previously doing, but... wow. She was up close and personal with another girl's pussy, watching as her hand rubbed it, and it... wasn't entirely unpleasant. In fact, Betty found it very pleasant indeed. And she wanted more. She'd only intended to lick MJ's clit, but now she was wondering, maybe she could do more than that. Maybe she could finally go all the way, and actually lick a pussy. The circumstances weren't ideal, as she'd only been on her knees for a few seconds, and it already kind of hurt, given the hard floor. Maybe they should do this somewhere else? But if they moved, maybe she would lose her nerve? And MJ had done so, so much for her already.
It was that thought more than anything else, which had Betty leaning forward, closing her eyes, and pulling her hand away from MJ's pussy. Both girls then held their breath for what felt like an eternity, while the blonde's lips were almost pressing against the brunette's pussy lips, and her hot breath was tickling them. Then, finally, Betty Brant stuck out her tongue and pressed it to the bottom of Michelle Jones's pussy, and then slowly made her way up to the top of it. Which of course, had both girls crying out and moaning, with the difference being that Betty's was soft and muffled by cunt, while MJ's sounded deafening in the otherwise silent room, and easily drowned out any other sound.
That continued to be the case as Betty repeated the process over and over again, her licks probably shouldn't have been so frequent, but it wasn't like she really knew what she was doing, and she was letting her nervousness get the better of her. More importantly, she was letting her lust get the better of her, as she instantly loved the taste of pussy. And maybe even better yet, the wonderful sounds MJ would make from every movement of her tongue. The wonderful sounds, the other girl would make! Because she was licking her pussy! She was licking pussy! And she loved every single second of it. Loved the taste, the smell and the sounds she was receiving from it. Oh God, maybe she really was a lesbian?
Over and over again, those words echoed in her head, until poor Betty could no longer really think coherently. For better or for worse, she switched to autopilot, and she just kept licking that tasty treat. Or maybe that was just put on by hunger for more of that yummy liquid she was constantly getting out of the other girl's pussy? Whatever the case the result was the same, she continued mindlessly licking another girl's pussy, until she heard a voice break through her lust fuelled haze, and then made her blush with realization of what exactly she had been doing. She then became hyperaware of how sore her knees were, and wishing she picked literally anywhere else to do this. Then she obeyed the command, and became lost in the moment again.
MJ would have also picked a different spot to this, one more comfortable for both of them, whether they could be laying down on a nice soft bed. Or at least the cheap hotel equivalent of a nice soft bed. But it was impossible for her to complain right now, given that she was getting exactly what she wanted. Something she was beginning to think she wouldn't get it all, and if she did, it would take more days, and maybe even weeks, to get. Hell, maybe this really was just a one time thing, and once it was over Betty would go back to wanting nothing to do with her, meaning that she would never receive the privilege of Betty Brant eating her pussy again. Honestly, it was that which was most likely, and she had been expecting.
Yet here they were, with uptight little 'straight girl' Betty Brant tonguing her twat, and making her feel so amazing. Especially as there was definitely something to be said for this position, because while notable for both of them it was prim and proper 'straight girl' Betty Brant on her knees before her, and pleasuring her without a hint of hesitation, or even a sign that she wanted MJ to return the favour. The hesitance would probably come later, when Betty was broken from whatever trance she was under, but MJ was fully planning to return the favour tenfold. Hell, she briefly considered manoeuvring them into a 69 position. However, she just enjoyed being the centre of attention so much. Especially after all she had done.
She was also worried about putting Betty off with even the slightest wrong move. Which was why MJ stayed silent for as long as possible, even as Betty's tongue over worked her needy pussy. Admittedly, at first this was very much welcomed, but she was just hitting her clit with every single lick, and it was driving her crazy. Mostly because she was desperate for more, and yet at the same time, she kind of wanted less. More accurately, she fully wanted more, but that would mean cumming, and as much as she wanted that, she also wanted this to last as long as possible. Besides, it would be damaging to her reputation if this fucking little Princess could out last her. Admittedly, just the two of them would know, but that was enough for her to make a decision.
So after a few very long minutes MJ cried out, and whimpered, "Slow down! That was great, mmmmmmmmm, amazing, actually. So, so amazing, ooooooooooooh, but slow down. I want you to slow down, so I have time to really enjoy this. No! Please don't stop, ohhhhhhhhhhh Betty please, mmmmmmmmm, please keep going, I want... I need... OH GOD YES! Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss, just like that, just like that, ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk, eat me, ooooooooooooh yesssssssssssss, eat my pussy just like that! Yessssssssssssssss, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooddddddddddd, ah fuck!"
For a horrifying second there MJ worried that she had spooked Betty too much to continue, but thankfully after only a brief pause, which could be a deliberate tease, the other girl went right back to licking her at a slow pace. She was still touching her clit each time, but that slowing down would do for now. And now she knew it was necessary, she could order Betty to cut that out, and she would. Hell, she would probably make her cum, if she just asked nicely enough. Or at least, surely that would be the case. Because she wanted to be a supportive friend, and not a total ass hole, but if Betty Brant left her with blue balls, so to speak, she would be furious.
Luckily, she was able to put that worry out of her mind, or at least ignore it, for a decent amount of time, and to savour the heavenly feeling of having another girl going down on her for the very first time. Of anyone, for that matter. Because honestly, MJ was nowhere near as experienced as she like to pretend she was. That was all just an act, to put Betty, and more importantly herself, at ease. In reality everything she had done with this girl was kind of overwhelming, but especially this, and they hadn't really gotten to the really good part yet. Which was probably a good thing, because initially it felt like MJ would lose her mind if she actually came. Although, she would also lose her mind if she didn't.
Increasingly, it was the latter over the former, and while MJ really, really didn't want to freak Betty out, eventually she was going to have to pressure the other girl to give her some more. To push her over the edge. To make her cum. Oh God, it was only a matter of time before the proud Michelle Jones would have to literally beg the prim and proper 'straight girl' Betty Brant to make her cum all over that pretty little face of hers, and on her surprisingly talented little tongue. Although, as time went on, it became harder and harder for MJ to form coherent words. Especially as the other girl cautiously brushed her tongue over her clit every so often. Which was wonderful, but not quite enough to send her over the edge of orgasm.
Eventually though MJ cried out, "More, mmmmmmmmm, give me more! Yes, oooooooooooh, I know I said slow down before, but now I want you to speed up. Oh yes, go faster. Harder! Just, ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, more! More! Yesssssssssssss, tongue my clit just like that! Just like that, mmmmmmmmmm, don't stop, don't stop, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss! FUCK ME! Tongue fuck me, ooooooooooooh, fuck me with your tongue, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Betty! Betty! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!"
Thankfully it seemed Betty had been just waiting for an excuse to pick up her pace, rapidly licking MJ's clit until the uptight little 'straight girl' made her cum. It was a little sloppy, and if the roles were reversed, MJ like to think that she would have been able to bring the other girl to the edge of orgasm and keep her there for longer. But again, it was impossible for her to actually complain, when she was being bombarded with the greatest pleasure she had ever known. And surprisingly, it wasn't a one and done kind of deal. No, instead of pulling back and grumbling, there, I did it, like MJ had imagine she would, Betty only seem to work overtime, which was intoxicating, and only made the pleasure that much more overwhelming. And make it easier for her to cum again.
It was more than enough to have MJ briefly considering whether she should be insisting on Betty doing this exclusively to her from now on. And if Betty wasn't willing, she would find some other baby gay, just looking for an excuse to explore her sexuality. Or maybe a man, who was willing to do her this favour. But then, would it have been the same, if it wasn't Betty? And did she really want to be a Pillow Princess? Because this might be more physically pleasurable, but even at it's best, MJ missed the satisfaction of making prim and proper Betty Brant cum for her. Something she promised herself would happen again real soon, which was the last coherent thought she had for quite a while, as the other girl worked over her cunt.
Betty yelped loudly in surprise when liquid was suddenly squirted into her face. Pretty much throughout the pussy licking, but especially towards the end, a lot of it ended up covering Betty's face, and sliding into her mouth and down her throat. It was, maybe her favourite part of this whole thing, which was really saying something. But she just wasn't ready for the amount of liquid that came from practically attacking MJ's clit. She very, very nearly freaked out, especially when Betty finally realized what it was, namely girl cum. But then the taste finally registered, and instead she was hungrily licking it up, then going in search of more, and getting it surprisingly easily.
At first it was simply from more pussy licking, and more importantly attacking MJ's clit again, but then she got the idea to push her tongue into the other girl's pussy. Something she really should have thought of before, considering MJ loved doing that to her, and the other girl, who had done so much for her, had literally asked for it. In fact, Betty felt kind of guilty for not immediately doing it, and tried to make up for it by not only shoving her tongue as deep as it would go into MJ's pussy, but then thrusting it in and out at a faster pace, until she was rewarded with another face full of cum. And in this case, a mouthful, given how close her mouth was to her target, which just made it easier for her to swallow that precious liquid.
Over and over again this process was repeated, until MJ grabbed the back of her head, and pushed her more firmly into her cunt, while beginning to grind herself against the other girl's face. Something which should have freaked Betty out way more than it did, but at that point, she was lost in a lustful haze. Besides, she was dully aware of the fact that she had inflicted this upon MJ before, and it wasn't like the other girl had tried to stop her. Something she felt guilty about now, as this was intense. However, she trusted the more experienced girl to stop before something really bad happened. And if she didn't, what a way to go? Although, it would probably be simply a case of losing consciousness, something Betty got very close too, as she struggled to breathe in that position.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness Betty found herself being pulled back, and given a few long precious seconds to gasp for breath, before her mouth was firmly covered again. This time, of course, it was by another mouth, MJ frantically kissing her, and in the process tasting her own cum and pussy cream. She even licked it directly off of Betty's face, something that the blonde should have probably found weird and gross, but instead she found herself giggling at the brunette's antics, and then moaning into her mouth as MJ kissed her again. Which she became so lost in, she didn't notice that she been pulled up, and pushed so that her back was against the wall. Not until the kiss was broken, and Michelle Jones was grinning widely at her.
"Girrrrrl, that was amazing!" MJ beamed.
Betty grinned happily back, but just couldn't resist then mocking, "Girrrrrl?"
"Shut up." MJ scolded light-heartedly, both girls then giggling for a few long seconds, before they just stared at each other. Then MJ growled, "Your turn."
"Okay." Betty gasped softly.
It wasn't like she was going to argue with that, which was a very good thing, as MJ didn't seem to be asking. No, MJ seemed to be telling, and while that probably shouldn't have been a turn on, it totally was, so much so, that it made Betty practically melt. Although, not as much as feeling her friend's fingers pretty much going straight to her pussy. Betty didn't realize how wet she was at that moment. Like, embarrassingly so. Or at least, she would be embarrassed, if she wasn't too busy closing her eyes, throwing her head back, and letting out a long, loud moan, just from the feeling of another girl pressing her fingertips against her pussy lips, and gently beginning to rub that sensitive area.
"No!" MJ scolded, almost angrily, "Look at me! Fucking look at me, bitch! Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhh, look me in the eye while I fuck you."
Immediately Betty obeyed and then blushed at the way that MJ was looking at her. MJ had looked at her with lust in her eyes before, but this was different. Hungrier. Maybe even dangerous. Like she was literally going to devour everything that Betty was, and everything she had been, or could be. It was frightening, even with the very distracting feeling of MJ pushing a finger inside of her needy pussy. Especially as she seemed to do it as slowly as she possibly could, making the physical pleasure, almost torturous. Betty almost felt like she was cumming, the sensation so overwhelming that her eyelids fluttered, closing for a few long seconds, which was enough to enrage MJ again.
"Hey, what did I say about looking at me?" MJ snapped.
"I'm sorry." Betty whimpered softly and apologetically, "I just... I... oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooddddddddddd!"
She tried to say more, but then Betty became hyperaware of that finger being as deep inside of her as it would go, and then started pumping in and out of her pussy, MJ officially starting to finger fuck her. If she had been permitted to close her eyes when necessary Betty could have probably kept talking, but instead she had concentrated on keeping her eyes open and looking at MJ the entire time. It actually reached the point that she was nervous to even blink, as even that seem to upset her roommate. Which was another thing which shouldn't have been exciting, but it was another girl further asserting her dominance over her, while looking at her in such an intense way. While fingering her, no less. Oh God, another girl was staring intensely deep into her soul, while effortlessly fucking her to the edge of orgasm. And then just as effortlessly made her go over that edge.
Mostly because of MJ's next words, "You like that, huh? You liked eating pussy? Huh? Oh, look at me, I'm Betty Brant. I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight! Mmmmmmmm, I'm so fucking straight, that I can't stop having sex with a girl. And I love pussy! Oooooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, I'm a total slut for cunt! And I love getting my little dyke twat fingered! Fingered by a black girl. Oh God, what would my parents think if they could see me now? My pretty little white face covered with girl cum and pussy cream from a black girl, that black girl fucking my tight little white pussy with her fingers and making me love it. Mmmmmmmm, I'm still straight, though. I'm so, so straight... that I'm about to cum like a little dyke bitch! Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss, cum for me Betty! Cum like the little lesbo whore you are!"
Once again, Michelle Jones was saying some appalling things to her, this time laying it on thicker than ever before, going so far as to pretend to be her in a very mocking tone. God, it was so humiliating, and insulting, and Betty should slap her across the face, and never talk to her again. But she didn't. No, instead she came so hard it became hard to think, her last coherent thought being that maybe this ass hole was right. She was using deliberately nasty terms for it, which to her shame, at the moment was succeeding in heightening Betty's enjoyment. Probably both of their enjoyment. But maybe, just maybe, Betty Brant wasn't as straight as she originally thought. After all, there was a growing amount of evidence for that, one of them being Betty currently covering another girl's fingers in cum.
MJ knew that she was pushing things too far. That she was being a bigger ass hole than ever before, and even unnecessarily cruel. But she just couldn't help it. Or maybe she didn't want too? Because part of her was infuriated by the idea that a girl could make her feel that good, and could receive that kind of pleasure from another girl, and still claim that she was straight. And maybe part of her wanted to fuck that idea out of Betty's pretty little head. But whatever the reason, it would probably backfire on her, and at the slightest push MJ would apologize for those offensive words. For now though, she tried to make up for them, by making sure Betty came nice and hard. Something that, if anything, those words seemed to help with.
For better or worse, MJ gave up on dishing out those kinds of words once she made the other girl cum for her, and she was too busy enjoying her handiwork. Which was mostly the look on Betty's face, and in her eyes. MJ wasn't sure that words could do justice to being able to see that pretty little face awash with ecstasy, and fireworks going off behind those eyes. But it wasn't just that. No, there was such overwhelming gratitude behind those eyes. Maybe even affection. Then of course, there was the way that her fingers were being covered in girl cum, that hole quivering around those digits as she did so. It was almost enough for MJ to make herself cum again, simply by rubbing her cunt against Betty's thigh. Almost. However, she was just a little too exhausted for that. And she wasn't the only one.
No, Betty pushed her back, and whimpered softly and pathetically. Or at least, the poor girl tried to push her backwards, but she was just too exhausted to do it. The message was fairly clear though, especially as MJ then pulled her fingers out of the other girl's cunt, making the poor blonde whimper with relief. MJ had only just added a second finger, giving Betty another climax, which was becoming too much for her exhausted friend. But that was okay, as it gave MJ time to suck her fingers clean, right in front of the uptight girl's face, the brunette getting the exact reaction out of the blonde that she wanted in the process. The two girls then just stared at each other for a few long seconds, and then both of them just laughed.
"You really are an ass hole." Betty laughed, surprising MJ in that she didn't seem to be upset.
Which inspired MJ to jokingly reply, "I know."
More laughter, although this was softer than before, and gave way to a long, awkward pause, before Betty asked nervously, "So, can we cuddle now?"
"You still want too?" MJ raised an eyebrow, then quickly added, "Because if you wanna, I'm down."
In response, Betty just smiled and nodded shyly, and then the two girls dried off, and walked hand in hand back to the beds. They got into the nearest one, Betty on her side and facing away from MJ, the blonde pulled the brunette's arms around her so they were in the spooning position. Which was just fine with MJ, as it meant she got to be the big spoon, just like she had wanted. Although she didn't get the chance to taunt the other girl about it, as the moment her head hit the pillow, Betty was out like a light, leaving MJ to contemplate how crazy this day had been. Also, to stare at the beautiful girl in her arms, very quickly deciding there were worst ways to spend a vacation.
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