“It’s our first time together, right,” Janet said. It was more of a statement than a question.
“Right. You and I. First time ever. Fine,” Suzy acknowledged.
There was a rustling of sheets as Janet moved herself further between Suzy’s opened knees. The room was cozy and dimly lit by a solitary bedside lamp that gave off a warm glow of pale rose. The scent of perfumed candles hung pleasantly in the air. Two empty wine glasses stood side by side on the bedside table. Both girls were entirely naked, their bodies glistening in the subdued light.
“Is it all right if . . . if . . . if I do that?” Janet asked hesitantly. Her voice was quiet, but it seemed somehow oddly loud in the expectant silence.
Suzy giggled, breaking the intimacy of the spell. “If you want to, Jan. I’m hardly going to stop you! After all, I’m lying back here, brazenly exhibiting my all to you! Hanging out the flags . . . for England!”
“Flags?” It was Janet’s turn to chuckle. “More like flaps. Kitten-flaps, I’d say.”
“No. Angels’ wings . . . if you please, missy!”
“Of course you’re an angel, Suz,” Janet said absently, peering closer at the particular lobe of her scrutiny. “It’s just that . . . that I find them so irresistible. Yours, that is. I mean, take this side for example. If I give it just a tiny tweaky-poo here . . .” At this, she gave a little shriek of amused delight. “Oh, my! It’s already all moist . . . and slippery. But I’m persistent, Suz. I won’t let it get away from me. Here we go. Gently does it. Yes, it’s coming out of its cute little bud nicely. Pure magnificence! Ten out of ten for juicy lushness.”
“Oooah! You naughty vixen.”
“Now for the other rim. Take it in forefinger and thumb . . . like so.” Janet evidently liked to give a commentary as she worked. “I’ll ignore its eel-like slipperiness. Now, gently stretch it out of that tight little bud. So far, so good. Jesus, Suz! It’s like rippled elastic . . . and there’s no end to it! Where’s it bloody anchored to, for Chrisakes?”
“Probably somewhere where I know you’re soon gonna get that cute little tongue of yours into, Jan.”
“Hmmm. Possibly.” They both laughed but Janet hadn’t yet finished with her preliminaries. “I’d say it’d pull out a good two inches . . . maybe more, if I stretched it to its natural elongation.”
“What, just one wing? Surely they must both be the same length?” Suzy sounded aggrieved. “I wouldn’t want you to think I was a fucking freak, Jan! A girl has to have some symmetrical balance to her anatomy, after all.”
“Well, let’s see. I probably just need to . . . er . . . even them up. If I give this one another little tweaky-poo . . . and a teensy bit more. No, a lot more. Like so. And again on this side. Or perhaps I should pull them both together?”
Without waiting for Suzy’s approval she brought the finger and thumb of her other hand into play now. “Take a firm hold of each of them,” she murmured. “Don’t let them slip away. We don’t want them to be shy and scuttle back to hide away in their sweet little cocoon again, do we? No, we want them hanging out in all their full glory! And here they come! Both together.”
“God, Jan, leave me with some of my stuffing intact . . . pleeease!” Suzy groaned. “You’ll pull them off their bloody hinges, at this rate.”
But Janet was evidently too engrossed in her tweaking task to take Suzy’s pleadings into account. “Only a bit more. Stretch, stretch. It’s good exercise for them, Suz. They’ll get a good airing . . . and eventually something better. Hey presto. All systems go. Emerging butterflies from their chrysalis.”
Then she gave a dramatic little gasp. “Fucking Jupiter! They’re not butterfly-wings at all, Suz! They’re more like piglets’ ears . . . all floppy and rose-pink and . . . and fleshy-moist.”
Suzy giggled again. “How many inches now then?” She was happy to indulge Janet in her rather saucy proclivities.
“Hmmm. I’d say three – on each side, that is. Jumping jelly-babies, Suz! You’ve got fucking monster-wings . . . not angels’ wings! I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re so huge you could almost bloody spread your wings and fly with them!”
Suzy thought that Janet’s particular choice of vocabulary was rather on the crude side. However, not wanting to be outgunned, she replied breezily, “Never mind the length, Jan. Feel the damned quality of the merchandise!”
“I am, too!”
Suzy grinned but made no further comment. Yet, feeling those soft membranes of her pubic lips being spread like that in such an admiring and attentive way sent a tiny shiver of anticipation down her spine. Not that Suzy had ever been promiscuous, but before Janet had come on the scene several other girls had also admired this particular part of her femininity. Although her labia were by no means unique, ever since she’d been a teenager they had always been unusually prominent, and the fact that Janet now enjoyed coaxing them out to their full glorious extent was quite flattering for Suzy – and even quite thrilling. However, Janet was by no means the first girlfriend to have admired Suzy’s labia or who had been so attentive to them – not that this detracted at all from Suzy’s sense of enjoyment. Besides, she was even secretly proud of them. And if Janet were enjoying the admiration, Suzy enjoyed just as much having her private parts being the focus of worship.
“Really, really cute! So damn cute that I could gobble them all up,” Janet cooed from somewhere down between her friend’s open thighs. “Mind you, Suz, they’d be a bit of a mouthful for lips and teeth as small as mine. It’d be like eating two rare fillet steaks in one go!”
Suzy snorted indignantly. “They’re far too fine and delicate for that sort of crude comparison, Janet darling. And if you please . . . kindly treat them with a little more respect, yeah?”
“No disrespect intended, Suz. I adore fillet steak anyway . . . particularly when it’s very succulent and juicy! And now . . . my sweet Madam Butterfly . . . I’m going to lick and suck each one of those pretty wings of yours . . .’till I’ve extracted every last drop of juice and they become all dry and shriveled up. After that, if I’ve got any breath left, I’ll nibble all the bits until they’re fucking raw!”
“What are you, Jan? A friggin’ chipmunk?”
“No, just a randy rabbit that likes its lettuce leaves. Now open your knees wider so I’ve got room to work down here . . . and then I can get my lips into gear.”
“Oooer! Promises, promises! So far, Jan, all you’ve used your lips for is to prattle on incessantly about mine. And here am I spreading my fucking thighs even wider, in the hope of all this promised action!”
“Patience is a virtue, Suz! Now where was I? Yes . . . once I’ve had a good nibble then I’m gonna immerse my whole face deep inside that magic tunnel and suck up every last silvery thread of your cum until my throat’s sore and my lips swell up. And when I’ve finished doing that, I’ll really get down to business!”
“And what sort of business might that be, may I ask?” Suzy chuckled, her thighs quivering slightly.
“Wait and see, Suz. Now . . . first off, I like to treat my nostrils to a bit of spicy scent.”
Before Suzy could reply, Janet craned her neck forward, her face at once disappearing from view. As Suzy’s line of vision was along the sweeping plain of her tummy and through the valley between her breasts, all that she could see of Janet now was the top of her head and its rich auburn hair.
There was a brief pause before she heard Janet inhale deeply. Then there was another longer silence while she held her breath for a few seconds before exhaling again with a deep lingering sigh.