Tracey probes, “You were checking us out?”
Cariad feels nervous, admitting, “I told Shane I was looking for him, but I was impressed, and jealous of how good you all looked. Given how I’m this scrawny streak.”
Tracey graces the teen’s cheek with her fingertips, comforting her, “You are beautiful all on your own; especially that complexion of yours. Those freckles everywhere are really flattering. I feel so plain… vanilla, next to you.”
Cariad’s chest seems to soar, and her throat swells with a numb tingling, coaxing herself to ask, “Really?”
Tracey stares up seriously at the teen, telling her with absolute sincerity, “I mean it. You are so beautiful. I’ve never been turned on by a girl before you.”
Curious, Cariad asks, “Weren’t you saying before that you had sex with the others?”
Tracey explains, “We were more… present with each other while we were doing it with others…”
Cariad processes what she’s been told, “So, an orgy? Do you do this often?”
Tracey admits, “To be honest, I find it awkward with them, but focus on what I want, but it’s only happened a couple of times. Carrie and Lillie seem much more open, but we don’t really talk about it. It just sort of happens, but, we’re young, and should be having fun, so… yeah…”
Cariad chuckles nervously, “That’s wonderful,” crawling back between Tracey’s legs to peck at her neck, then her tits, then her belly, then coming down to her crotch, commenting on the unevenly trimmed pubes, “I never noticed you were hairy before.”
Tracey shares, “I’m a bit sensitive down there, but I like to tidy as best I can, so I put the scissors to it to keep it as short as I can.”
Cariad plays with Tracey’s labia with her fingers as she supposes, “I wonder if I should let mine grow?”
Tracey purrs, “Your pussy is perfect shaved. It seems so clean and fresh down there. Not to say that it can’t be clean when it’s hairy. You should see Lillie’s; it’s so thick down there you’d need a lawnmower to get rid of it,” mimicking a lawnmower noise.
Cariad laughs so hard she can hardly breathe, settling down enough as she wipes tears from her cheek to say, “I remember seeing her hair coming from under her bikini at the beach. I thought it was a special fur-lined one at first, or something.”
Tracey can’t help but laugh as she remembers Lillie’s beach attire, “Yeah, it did look like that. Must’ve been torture that day being so hot, if you remember?”
Cariad recalls, “My vag was soaked with sweat, so I can’t imagine what Lillie’s was like. What a trooper coping with that,” sinking her fingers into Tracey’s soaked pussy, plunging further and further until she pulls back with a squelch, teasing, “That sounds so sloppy.”
Tracey moans, “That was watching you two. Fuck, that was a turn on and a half.”
Cariad raises her brows, “Oh, I can feel that,” seeing the juices streaming from the slit like it’s freshly grilled meat, “I can see it, too. You’re like this because of me?”
Tracey answers, “Not just you, but, yeah.”
Cariad sticks out her tongue, touching the tip to the moistest spot she can reach, releasing a torrent of dribbling saliva to cascade down Tracey’s crotch, and over her fingers, slopping onto the bed.
Tracey remarks, “Mouth-watering… You really like it…”
Cariad coos, “It just looks so tasty, I can’t help it,” removing her fingers to seal her mouth around the slit, sucking as hard as she can, lapping up all the secretions with her tongue hungrily.
Tracey trembles at the efforts of the teen, taken by her attentiveness, stewing her in her hormones. She feels herself on the brink of an orgasm, but staves it off as best as she is able, sensing it won’t be big enough to give her the satisfaction she craves. She hunches forward, clenching every muscle she can, desperate to hold it for longer; for much longer, holding her breath, turning red in the head, with it feeling heavy, and soon feeling faint with her eyes rolling up…
Squinting and smiling wide, Tracey surrenders her orgasm, unable to contain it anymore. She begins to pant heavily, sucking in as much air as she can as she reorients herself, breathing, “That was good… That was good…”
Cariad sweetly confirms, “So, I can call you my girlfriend, then?”
Tracey pants, “When you say it out loud… it doesn’t sound as good…”
Cariad sits up, feeling used as she asks, “What?”
Tracey laughs, “I was joking… We are girlfriends… and Shane is our boyfriend… and we are… a thruple?… Weird word…”
Cariad suggests, “Just a, ‘relationship.’ We don’t need to label it.”
Tracey nods, “That’s true… I like that…”
Cariad nervously says, “Um, thank you… This is nice…”
Tracey smiles, sitting back more comfortably, realising, “Shit, I’m on your bed, sorry!”
Cariad giggles, “It’s fine. You’re welcome in it anytime.”
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