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The kiss had started because Deana wanted her brother to think about her and Rebecca, wishing he could be with them. Not because she was mad or jealous, not really, but she wanted to make a point, so he’d never lock her out again.
However, once it started, Rebecca wouldn’t let it stop. Her hands went to Deana’s ass, groping and pulling while her thigh pushed between Deana’s legs. There was no doubt that behind the glare on the windshield, Evan’s mouth was hanging open, and his dick was hard, but they were in front of Rebecca’s house. Anyone passing by or a neighbor looking out their window could have seen them. After the fact, her lack of inhibition scared Deana. What would happen when they went back to school?
Once Rebecca dragged her inside, slammed the door, and pinned Deana to the wall, she said, “Fuck, I missed you.”
Before Deana could respond, the tumbler’s mouth was on hers, and a hand was down the front of her sweatpants. “Oooh, smooth. Did you do that for me?” Rebecca asked.
She smiled and put a foot up on the umbrella box, arched back, and shoved her crotch into Rebecca’s hand. It clamped down, crushing two fingers between her pussy lips. “Ahhhh, Reb, fuck, I missed you, too.”
Rebecca dragged her fingers back, coating the tips. The tumbler was the only person who could set her on fire and soak her panties in less than a minute. Deana’s head thumped against the wall when Rebecca circled and flicked her clit. “Ah, shit, mmm-hmm, baby, oh baby, I’m gonna—”
“No you’re not, not like this,” Rebecca said and pulled her hand free.
“No, wait,” she whined and grabbed Rebecca’s wrist, but Rebecca pressed her forehead to Deana’s and stared into her eyes. The wet fingers slipped between their lips. Deana sucked the middle finger while Rebecca sucked the other. They worked down to the webbing between the two digits, and the tips of their tongues joined.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for too long,” Rebecca said. “Come on; I’m gonna make you cum so hard . . .”
The tumbler’s yank caused Deana to stumble forward and scramble to keep up. She sensed her guilty conscience was warranted. Rebecca hadn’t just missed her.
When they reached her room, Rebecca faced Deana, grabbed her neck, squeezed, then pulled Deana into a kiss that instantly turned the heat between her legs back to a three-alarm fire. She lifted her thigh to Rebecca’s hip and humped like a frustrated puppy.
“Easy, tiger,” Rebecca said and stepped back. “I love looking at you when you’re horny. The only thing more beautiful is when I’m getting you off.”
“Then make me more beautiful, please!”
Rebecca grinned. “Don’t rush me.”
Deana was ready to knock Rebecca down and sit on her face, but if this was making Rebecca happy, it was the least she could do after everything she had done with Evan. “Whatever makes you happy, baby.”
Rebecca went to her knees, looked up, and inched Deana’s pants and panties past the knobs at the front of her hips. She kissed each bone and exposed a little more flesh. “God, it’s sexy when you shave.” She pressed her nose to the cushion of Deana’s mound and inhaled. “Mm, fuck, you smell delicious.”
God, Deana thought, fuckin’ touch me, lick me, fuckin’ eat me already. The pants continued their painfully slow descent with Rebecca’s kissing lips trailing behind. Deana expected her pussy to spontaneously burst, spraying her insides all over her girlfriend’s head. Rebecca glanced up with her hands on Deana’s ankles. That sex-dripping mouth curled up at the edges, and the tumbler shoved her. Deana squealed, arms flailing, and fell backward.
When Rebecca’s grin peeked above the edge of the bed, Deana said, “You bitch, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry, I needed to get these off you.”
Deana watched Rebecca at the end of her raised legs, inhaling deeply through the black panties before massaging her feet with the silky material. “Reb, you’re killing me.”
Rebecca nodded and kissed the arch of each foot. “Then prepare to die.” She stood holding Deana’s legs and shoved her body up the bed, then she removed her clothes and got on her knees between Deana’s feet.
She saw the mischievous expression, then the feather in Rebecca’s hand. “Hey, what’s that for?”
“Shh, just relax and let me worry about this.” She sliced the air like Zorro and ran it up Deana’s leg from the kneecap to her hip, paused, and scrawled loops across her bald mound. Deana’s stomach sucked in, and she bit her lip as the puffy bulbs atop her tits screamed an angry pink. Rebecca zigzagged down the other thigh, circled the kneecap, and zipped up the inside of her leg.
“Fuuuck.” Her toes curled, and her fists yanked the bedspread. “Shit, I’m gonna scream.”
“Do it, scream your head off.” Rebecca poked the end of the feather into the gap where Deana’s cheeks pressed against the mattress, drew it up her inflamed labia, across her groin, and in circles around Deana’s belly button. She tightened against the goosebumps racing down her trembling legs.
“Ahhhh, please, please, stop,” she begged, knowing her girlfriend wouldn’t, and she wouldn’t make her. “I can’t take anymore.”
The tip of the feather followed the groove up the center of her stomach, slipped between her tits, and went around each engorged nipple three times. “I’ve been looking forward to this for two days,” Rebecca said and tickled Deana’s throat. She kicked and squirmed while the feather moved from her left ear, down her jaw, over her chin, and up to the other ear. The tumbler’s wide smile told Deana her scream was precisely what her girlfriend wanted, but it didn’t bring an end to the torturous pleasure.
Rebecca reversed direction, circling Deana’s tits again and flicked across the silky crowns. “I love the way they look when you’re excited.” Rebecca sat back on her folded legs and pointed the feather at Deana’s crotch. “Ooh, that too. You’re leaking. Yummy.”
Deana pulled her knees up and threw them open. “Stop teasing,” she thrust her pelvis into the air, “and make me cum.”
“That shouldn’t be hard.” Rebecca giggled, reached under Deana’s body, and brought the feather back between her cheeks, over her puckered anus, and upward, following the moist joining of her swollen lips. “Get ready.”
“Oh, I’m fuckin’ ready,” she said and shoved her hands into her lower back, bracing herself.
Rebecca put a finger in her mouth, sucked it seductively, and removed it glistening with spit. “God, you’re beautiful.” She traced the drooling slit up and down, then used a thumb on each side to push the fleshy swells apart, exposing the fiery redness. A pitiful whimpering moan gurgled from Deana’s throat when Rebecca blew a long, slow breath through the gash of blood enriched flesh. Deana’s clit throbbed, bulging from its hood. She reached for it, but Rebecca knocked her hand away. “Not yet.”
“Oh, please touch it, touch it, please, I need to cum, make me cum, please.”
Rebecca got up on her knees, grabbed Deana’s raised hips, and thrust her groin into Deana’s crotch. Three hard fuck motions pushed Deana up the bed, then Rebecca dropped her. Deana reached back and rummaged pillows together under her head and shoulders. The tumbler catapulted her legs out and flopped face down between Deana’s thighs. “If you’re gonna cum, I wanna taste it.”
She stared down at her lover’s open mouth as it closed over her pubic bone. Rebecca’s upper lip forced back the protective flap while the bottom lip drew upward, forcing Deana’s clit to stand between them. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. Then it did; Rebecca’s tongue lashed her clit. She slammed her thighs, her body coiled, sitting her up, then she flopped back onto the pillows. The sucking and licking intensified. Deana’s pelvis bucked, but Rebecca held on for the ride. The thrashing continued until her body went slack, and her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears.
When Deana opened her eyes, Rebecca’s chin was poking into the cushion of flesh just above her pubic bone. The girl licked her lips and said, “Dee, you came all over my face.”
She blew and sucked air while the tumbler crawled up her body, then she licked a big circle around Rebecca’s mouth and said, “You made me do it.”
“Mm, yes, I did, and I’m not sorry.”
“Oh, God—”Deana gasped—”neither am I.” She took several breaths, enjoying the feel of Rebecca’s hard, pointy nipples bumping against hers, and the way their stomachs moved together with each breath. Like two puzzle pieces, their bodies fit together perfectly. Deana wrapped her arms and legs around Rebecca and used them to crush the girl into her. “Damn it; I love you so much.”
“It’s a good thing,” Rebecca kissed the tip of her nose, “because you’d have a hard time getting rid of me.”
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The boner Evan left Rebecca’s with, had subsided a while ago. Now, he was trapped with the softball sisters, trying to ignore what sounded like them all talking at once. Gloria, rode shotgun, of course, and Jayda sat behind her. When he glanced in the rearview mirror, there she was, smirking with the same, I can make you fuck me, expression she had on Memorial day. Evan refused to look at Gloria. Death would be favorable over Gloria finding out what he did to her best friend behind Miss Tonya’s shed. In his defense, that was before he knew Gloria was in love with him and before Deana and Candy. Why wouldn’t I, he asked himself, thinking about Jayda in her backyard. The girl was naked under him while his hands spread oil on her hot skin. Who wouldn’t have fucked her?
Evan took a long look at Jayda, trying to read her, but his dirty mind showed him a picture of the freak spraying piss on the wall of the shed. She’s gasoline, he told himself, and I’m a lit match, keep your distance.
It was a relief when they reached the ballpark without anyone saying something he would regret. Evan popped the trunk and got out of the car while the softball sisters complained about being there too early. He had no intention of keeping them a minute longer than he had to.
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