1 comments/ 10281 views/ 2 favorites Two Cheerleaders, One Tight Spot By: fflover58 This is a sequel to my story 'Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy' that I wrote after popular demand. A lot of context in this story cannot be understood unless you've read the first story. If you have not already, please take a look at 'Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy' to get a better idea of who these characters are and how they got in this messy situation. Enjoy! ***** October 4th, 7:14 a.m. I was woken up by a chime my phone produces when I get a text. My tired, groggy mind chose to dismiss reading the text, as Saturday was my sleep-in day. Just as I readjust myself under the cozy covers, yet another chime sounds. Usually, this meant someone texted me a big message that had to be broken down into several texts, due to character limits per message. The theory seemed confirmed when my phone went off for a third time in a row. Reluctantly, I turned my body towards my nightstand, my fingers stumbling for the phone. Last night antics had proved tiring, and I feel asleep mere moments after my head hit the pillow. Rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes, I opened up my phone to see who on Earth would be texting this early on a Saturday morning. Whoever it was, the number wasn't in my contacts. Their area code was local, but the other digits weren't familiar to me. Of course, the only numbers I had memorized anymore were family, Walker, my manager at the bakery I worked the past two summers, and a few other friends. I opened my text box and sure enough, these were the only messages in a thread: "Good morning Brea. Hope you slept well, considering what you went through last night. Yes, I heard it all last night, after I followed you." "I recorded all the sounds you, Walker and your cousin made, and I could release if you'd like. Or, you and Walker can do what I ask." "Text me when you're up. If I don't hear back from you before eleven, I'll share this all over Facebook and with the school." That certainly woke up every part of my young body. Someone was threatening me, much like how I'd done so with my cousin. I wasn't sure how they got my number, but I didn't appreciate being talked to like this. I texted the unknown person back. "Who is this?" It took less than a minute for a reply. "That's not important yet. Do as I ask, and you won't be in trouble, like I'm sure Walker wouldn't want to be." They made a fair point in regards to Walker. She was on the homecoming court, and many people thought she had homecoming queen in the bag. Walker seemingly had everything she needed to do so; looks, popularity, and respect from the teachers. All of that could be taken away, if what happened last night was revealed. "So much for nothing to worry about," I said aloud to myself. "What do you want?" I sent quickly. "For you both to meet me @ Morgan's Salon at 3. Tell you the rest in person," they responded. Morgan's Salon was a fancy place on the other side of town. My mom went there all the time for pedis and to have her hair done. Most likely, this person was a fellow student that was having the same done for the dance at 7. A few names came to mind, but I had something more important to focus on. I exited out of my messages and called up Walker. A few beeps later, she picked up. "Hey cutie, what's up?" Walker greeted in a flirtatious tone. "Walker, someone's on to us," I croaked. A moment of silence told me she was taken back. It sounded as though she were shaking her head, before she answered back. "How do you know?" "They texted me just now," I explained. "They recorded us last night, and they're threatening to give it to the school if we don't meet them at Morgan's at 3." "Morgan Hennessy?" Walker questioned. A nervous laugh escaped my lips. "No, but I wish I knew who it was. Morgan's Salon on Main Street." "Ohhhh, so this person is a chick huh?" Walker understood. "Wait, did you notice anyone following us last night?" "No, but I wasn't exactly paying attention," I admitted. "How about you?" "Nah, I was a bit occupied thinking about that sexy cousin of yours," she joked. "Lawd, is he a breath of fresh air in my love life." "Would you stop it?!" I demanded. "We could be in serious trouble right now." Walker sighed into the phone. "Relax Brea-Bear. This person probably is bluffing. Even if they did have a recording, what could they possibly make us do for it? Their homework? Give them money we don't have? Clean their room?" "Make you forfeit the homecoming crown to them??" I suggested. That got Walker's goat. "Holy shit, you're totally right!" she gasped. "This bitch wants my damn crown!" "Stop swearing!" I said. "Honestly Georgina Marie, losing a homecoming crown isn't that big of a deal." "Like you'd know, Brea Rebecca!" Walker shot back. "You didn't get a single damn vote for homecoming queen, and you're a cheerleader." That stung a little, but I stood my ground. "Would you want to lose it this way? Walker seemingly calmed down, then considered it. "You're right Brea. I'm sorry about what I just said. You're way too gorgeous and nice not to be on the homecoming court," she apologized. I smirked. "I think Jensen would have to disagree with you on that one." She giggled. "I think he had a blast, to be honest." Another pause followed, as Walker thought this through. "No harm in meeting with however this is. I have to get ready for the crowning ceremony at 4, but I'll be ready at 2:45 if you can pick me up." "Sure thing baby girl," I assured her. "Get all dolled up, and I'll be there around that time. Bye." "And Brea...," Walker caught me before hanging up. "...I'm glad you're my best friend." "And I'm glad you're mine," I confessed, making a kissing sound through the phone. I ended the call and hopped out of bed. Slipping my feet into fuzzy slippers, I made the trek towards the nearest bathroom. Today was going to be a long day, so a nice shower to start it off was certainly called for. October 4th, 2:59 p.m. As I pulled into the lot of Morgan's Salon, I was surprised to see very few cars parked in front of the popular beauty destination. Surprised, but also rather grateful. Whatever was in store for us, I didn't want to make it a public spectacle. I put my silver Honda into park and killed the engines. Walker was sitting in the front passenger seat, already dressed for tonight. Her stunning, low-cut dark blue dress was partially covered by her jacket, also wearing uggs on her feet instead of the heels I picked out for her while homecoming shopping two weeks ago. She'd just finished applying her makeup on when I'd arrived to pick her up, her eyes shadowed in a similar color to her dress and her drop-dead gorgeous lashes sky high. Those same eyes conveyed a look of worry, just as mine did. "Walker, let's go in," I tried to sound brave. All she did was smile as she opened her door and got out of the car. We walked inside, me holding the door for her. The lobby was empty, as we had seen from the outside. Katy Perry music was quietly playing on speakers in the corner, the only other sound was the door ringing to announce our arrival. We weren't alone for long, as a receptionist came from the around to greet us. Right off the bat, I knew she looked familiar. The same must have been said for us, as her friendly, warm face suddenly turned cold upon seeing Walker and I. "She's in the back," the receptionist said. "If you'd follow me." With little choice, we walked behind her as she lead us back to a row of hair styling stations. Only one of them, way far in the back, was occupied. I took another look at the woman's face, completely sure I'd seen her before. When realization hit me regarding her identity, we were already standing in front of the girl in the chair. "Brea, Walker, so nice of you to come!" the girl greeted us mockingly. "Of course, saying no would have been stupid, even for you." The receptionist turned the chair towards the two of us. Sitting there grinning was Carrie, a fellow cheerleader at our school. We'd encountered her the previous night, as she overheard part of what we were saying about Jensen. Neither of us were too shocked either, having already considered the identity of the bitch twisting our arms on our way up. The receptionist was her older sister, who had been a few grades above us. Carrie's chestnut hair was covered in a towel, obviously in the middle of having it done for the dance. She was dressed in a cheerleading t-shirt, comfy pants, and keds, much like I still was. That smug look on her face accentuated she'd had her eyebrows done and face deep cleaned. I looked at her fingernails, noticing they were done in a firetruck red color. Carrie apparently was taking her senior homecoming as seriously as some students did their senior prom. "You're probably wondering why I asked you to come," Carrie said. "Not like you gave us much of a choice," Walker muttered. "No, I really didn't," Carrie admitted. "But that's your fault for doing...whatever you call that, in such an obvious place. Ever heard of doing it in the car??" "We didn't have sex with him!" I blurted. "Thank god Brea, because that would be fucked up!" Carrie exclaimed. "I knew you were desperate for attention, but I'd never think you could force your own cousin to suck on your toes." My face turned crimson at the mention of having my toes sucked. To say I immensely enjoyed the unusual practice would be putting it lightly. I hadn't had much time to really consider just as strange people would find it.. "Don't get wrong Brea," Carrie continued. "It's not the toe-sucking that's messed up, it's the fact that it was your cousin you did that too. Plus, you jacked him off yourself!" Walker had enough. "Ok Carrie, you've made your point. So are you going to tell us what you want, or do we need to drown out your voice for an hour before you get to that part." The attractive brunette gave off an annoying, mock laugh. "Oh Walker, you think you're so clever and funny, but you're really not. If you're really that curious about what's going to happen-" "I am," Walker interjected. "-Then relax a little," Carrie continued. "I'm not after your money, if that's what you're thinking." An eyebrow shot up on Walker's face. "My homecoming crown then?" Again an annoying laugh, this time higher-pitched, erupted from Carrie's mouth. "No silly, I really don't care about 'your crown' either," she guaranteed my red-haired best friend. "In fact, I rather want you to have it." My eyes met Walker's, both of us rather confused. "Then what do you want?" I asked, for what seemed like the millionth time between the two of us girls. "I want you two to do exactly the same thing Brea's cousin did to you last night...to me," Carrie stated. "Are you serious?" Walker nearly choked. "Totally," Carrie said, cracking a dazzling smile. "You two will be my slaves after the dance tonight, like it or not. Trying to get away, and my sister," she indicated to the receptionist, "will send the principal a very startling email, with the recordings attached." "And what if you release the recordings anyways, after tonight?" Walker asked. "You could just decide to get us in trouble after we've done our end of the bargain." "True, but it'll happen for sure if you don't," our supposed captor pointed out. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't really want tonight's fun to get out either. I'll be quiet about it." There was some logic to what Carrie was saying. The stuck-up skank was all about her reputation, and something like this could damage it among her popular friends. I didn't trust Carrie whatsoever, but I did trust the fact she'd never throw her social life out the window so carelessly. "Talk it over between yourselves," Carrie offered. "Not that I expect you to take long to decide the obvious choice, even if you're both not so bright." Walker wanted to lash out at her, but I gently gripped her arms and led her back to the front to talk. As I did so, I could feel her trembling slightly. For someone as confident, collected and adventurous as Walker was, I felt surprised she'd even let this get to her at this level. "Are you alright?" I asked quietly. "Of course I'm not," Walker answered, sounding a bit shaken. "We're being forced to worship this bitch for an entire night." "Just like what we did with my cousin," I reminded her. "Not if you think about it," she disagreed. "Deep down, your cousin wanted to engage in stuff like that. He's into feet, and we gave him feet. Can we honestly say either one of us wants to lick Carrie's?" She shook her head in disgust. "Brea, last night was fun, and maybe went a bit too far honestly. But, this goes an extra step further, and that's why I'm pissed." Her head drooped low, eyes glossed over as they stared at the floor. I knew she was right. Even when under duress, Walker was saying the right things and saw the bigger picture. That fact she'd admit wrongdoing in Jensen's case showed the maturity others failed to see, due to her playful personality. Now I had to convince her to go through a night at Carrie's mercy despite that. "We'll get through this just fine," I consoled her. "But things might get sticky if we let her release that recording." Walker looked up. "Alright, but first we need to make sure the recording is actually real. She could still be bluffing about the whole thing." I nodded. "Let's go back in." As we did so, I felt Walker's soft hand brush against mine. I reached out, thinking she wanted to hold hands, until she moved hers away subtly. While the event's of our night with Jensen revolved around him, I hadn't forgotten the kiss we shared either. "Well, what have we decided girls?" Carrie inquired, her chair facing towards the mirror once again, as her sister was preparing a wash for her hair. "You have yourself a deal," Walker spoke up first. "But I want to hear the recording you took, just to be sure." Carrie rolled her eyes. "Guess you're not as dumb as you look Walker. Sandra, could you play it for them please?" Sandra stopped what she was doing, dried her hands off, then took out her iPhone. She pressed at the screen a few times, until the sound of our voices could be heard playing back. As Carrie had told us, we could hear ourselves talking down to Jensen and teasing him with our feet. It wasn't the whole thing, as it seemed to skip around a bit. The recording reached the part when Walker had suddenly drawn me for a kiss, and I couldn't help but blush at the faint sound of us kissing. Sandra and Carrie's faces grinned as they listened, while Walker held together a straight poker face. "Never realized you two were into each other," Carrie pestered. "Guess it makes now why you're always together." "That was our first time," I told Carrie. "I'm not a lesbian, but honestly I did enjoy it. Judge all you want, it makes no difference to me." Walker perked up, giving me a thankful smile. I got the sense that she was relieved to hear me say that, suggesting there was more to that kiss than being playful or friendly. "Don't get wrong, I'm not judging you really," Carrie conceded. "I'm just surprised anyone would want to kiss you, that's all." Just when I thought Carrie would say something nice, she found a way to weave it another way. I didn't think it possible to hate her more than I had already, but was certainly trying to make me. "Anyways, you two are free until after the dance," she dismissed us. "Look for a text Brea, with instructions on where to find me afterwards." We headed for the door, but then Carrie added one more thing. "Oh, and wear that crown tonight Walker, if you get it. It'd be grand and becoming to have the homecoming queen at my feet. They'll be plenty sweaty for you." It was beginning to make sense now, why Carrie wasn't interested in being queen. She'd be on top of the queen by the of the night, if she got her way. Not waiting for another instruction, we darted out the door and headed downtown for a homecoming ceremony that suddenly Walker wasn't so keen to attend. October 4th, 9:27 p.m. Homecoming was supposed to be fun, drama-free and to celebrate Walker becoming homecoming queen. As predicted she did get the crown, being voted in by a ridiculous margin. I watched her cross the stage, her best attempt at a smile upon her face. Perhaps the sickest part about Carrie's demands was taking away the pleasure of winning this crown. I did my best to look happy for Walker, when truly I was about to break out and cry. The dance itself wasn't much better. We tried to hide our pain the best we could, going as far as to dance with literally anyone that asked. Maybe the only person to notice our disguised sadness that day was my mom. "What's wrong?" she had asked. "Nothing silly," I pretended to laugh. "I'm just a bit tired, that's all." But there was no fooling her. "If there's anything you need to talk about, you know I'm here. That applies to Walker too." Sadly, we couldn't tell her anything. As the night dragged on, we did feel a bit more accepting of our roles. I tried to look on the positive side. My silvery dress was cute, and I'd managed to find the perfect black heels to go with it. Mom had managed to curl my hair exactly the way I've always wanted, and even painted my nails a cute pink color. My mind also searched to find positives to what was going to happen. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? Could Carrie possibly change her mind? A text came as the dance was starting to wind down. "Leaving early. Address is 565 NW Jameson Blvd. Jameson Apts. Room 34. Don't change your clothes. Cya there!" "An apartment?" Walker looked nervous as she read the text. "Guess she couldn't do this at her place." "But whose apartment is this?" I wondered. "Guess we'll find out," Walker sighed. "Let's just head out and get this over with. No protest came from me. I wanted this done with as soon as possible. We walked out to my car, Walker looking up directions on her phone, and then we took off for the northwest side of town. October 4th, 9:41 p.m. Room 34 was on the second floor of the well-maintained two-story complex. I could hear music and a few male voices coming from inside. This apartment couldn't be owned by one of our classmates, so who's was it? Walker knocked on the door, opening almost immediately. Unfortunately, Carrie was there to greet us. "Walker! Brea! So nice of you to join us! Come on in! Leave your shoes on please!" We walked in slowly, taken aback by Carrie's pleasant welcome. The apartment was very lovely; vaulted ceiling, open living room and kitchen that was very spacious, the whole place well furnished. Besides myself, Walker, and Carrie, there were several guys there I didn't know. The three looked older and probably college age. Carrie sat on one of the guy's lap. "This is Bryan, my boyfriend you two were teasing me about." Bryan was fairly handsome, though a bit scruffy and looked a bit popped. His right hand caressed his girlfriend's long legs, her red dress daringly short even by today's standards. I had to admit, Carrie did look amazing in that outfit. Despite a night of dancing, her hair looked bouncy and voluminous. Her sister had done a terrific job with it. "And that's Konnor, and Chase over here," she pointed to the remaining guys, who acknowledged us with nods. "So you ladies ready?" Carrie asked, extending her legs. "You'll start with a foot each." All the guys in the room looked anxiously at us. I got the impression they might all be like my cousin, possessing a foot fetish. Walker and I kneeled on the carpeted floor, each taking one of her legs. Her black closed-toe heels were still on. Not needing a hint, I gently pulled the shoes off, catching a strong whiff of her feet and cringing. Two Cheerleaders, One Tight Spot "Oh yes Brea, my feet must reek after all that dancing today," she laughed at my disgust. Carrie's feet were long and narrow, her toes painted red like her fingernails. Her soles were rather wrinkly, and perhaps just as sweaty as mine were the previous night. If I wasn't in the position I found myself in, Carrie's feet might come off as "nice" to me. "Have at them ladies," Carrie sang. "These guys are dying to watch." Walker dove in first, combing her long tongue across Carrie's high arch. She seemed surprisingly into it, leaving a several small kisses just under the lengthy toes. Several of the guys, including Carrie's boyfriend, whooped and hollered at the sight, impressed with the show so far. Meanwhile, I reluctantly licked up the sole a few times, nothing near as alluring as Walker. Carrie's sweaty foot tasted like it was lathered in salt and vinegar, taking all my self control not to gag. Her skin was comparatively softer than my own ever were. I'd gone barefoot most of the dance, unable to wear heels, hence they were a bit dirty "How does she keep them so smooth?" I wondered, wrapping my lips around her foot's heel. While Walker and I silently worshipped Carrie, she was quite vocal. Carrie acted genuinely aroused, moaning and egging us on the whole time. Of course, Walker was pleasing her the most. "Oh Walker, this making me so hot," Carrie sighed. My best friend took our bitchy captor's big toe into her mouth, sucking on it loudly. Again, I watched Walker out the corner of my eye. She began sucking on several of Carrie's long toes in a slow, deliberate pace. Her eyes were closed, appearing as if she savored the moment. It was as if she were really enjoying this, to my horror. "My cousin must have made her curious," I thought to myself. "But really? Does she need to make it a show for everyone?" It was then I looked around and nearly bit on Carrie's arch. The two other guys had their cocks out, stroking madly as they watched Walker and I. Konnor glared at me like a wild animal, intent on striking at his prey. He jacked himself off with a furious passion. Never in my life had I been so grossed out, or unsafe. Bryan pulled out his as well, preceeding to make out with his girlfriend. What I thought would be a simple, yet humiliating foot worship session with Carrie was quickly turning into an orgy. Walker didn't seem to care, sucking on Carrie's three middles toes. I hadn't even touched the toes on my assigned foot. Taking the plunge, I popped the big toe into my mouth, my lips closing softly as my tongue touched the tip of the nail. One by one I began to suck each of her sticky toes, ignoring the unpleasant flavor that came with them. Wearing closed-toe heels must have really got them sweaty, the saltiness drying the inside of my mouth. "Get that tongue of yours to work Brea!" Carrie ordered as she paused gorging her boyfriend's mouth. "Why can't you be more like Walker over here?" Though I was a bit ticked at being told off and compared to my best friend, I wisely didn't protest. I worked my tongue between her moist toes with a renewed effort. The taste got easier to deal with the longer my tongue licked the fleshy valleys of her teenage toes. I was soon flicking and probing all five toes of her left foot in my mouth. "That's it ladies, keep going," Carrie groaned, as her boyfriend kissed up her neck. "How long can we go at this??" I thought to myself angrily. Carrie's toes were quickly starting to taste like saliva, which I wasn't sure was any better than the previous flavor. All that sweat between the toes was gone within a few swipes of my tongue. I dragged my tongue back down the sole all the way down to her silky-smooth heel. It must have felt good, as Carrie moaned in delight. I was so focused on her feet, I failed to notice Chase come up behind Walker until it was too late. The skinny redhead fondled with her breasts and started kissing her neck. Walker smiled, as she ceased worshipping Carrie's foot. To my shock, she turned around and started kissing him back. "That'll be enough Brea," Carrie told me. "But you have one more job tonight." Konnor approached me next, cock out and ready to party. He was handsome enough; dark permed locks, broad shoulders, and a huge package. However, I was a virgin, and intended to stay that way. I was scared, to say the least. "Relax, he's not going to fucj you, unless you want to," Walker insisted. "All he really wants are your feet." Mine were still in the strappy black heels my mom had picked out for me. Unlike the previous night, my feet looked cute and presentable. Konnor's eye were glued to them, and perhaps I couldn't blame him. "It's all good Brea," Carrie suddenly chimed in. "Do this, and you're home free." I got the impression there was some sort of understanding between and Walker at this point. Trusting my best friend, I laid my legs out for the strange boy. Konnor seemed to mellow out a little and softly kneel before me, as I had done for Carrie. He gave me a charming grin, then picked up my left leg and removed my shoe. His nose was quickly buried inside the sole, then discarded just as fast when he realized the shoes were brand new and had no odor. My feet, I knew, would be a completely different story. The same was happening for Walker and Chase. Her silvery heels must have smelled more than mine, as Chase took several deep whiffs. Walker's toes were still painted that ridiculous neon blue color. Still, I did remember how much Jensen did seem to like her feet. She kicked off her second heel and placed her feet out like I did for this horny stranger about to lick her feet. Konnor fastly proved to be a better foot licker than my cousin. He was slower and as dignified as one can be at a girl's feet. My toes curled from the pleasure of a skilled tongue gliding up and down my aching soles. I could hear Carrie screaming in pleasure in the background, but ignored in lieu of the wetness between my legs. Nothing could have prepared me for when he stuck my toes in his mouth and began sucking on them. He'd brought my second leg up and commenced splashing his tongue between all ten of my newly painted pretties. As soft as his tongue was, it only made me ticklish and wiggle my toes in delight. It didn't seem to bother Konnor, as he'd simply suck on them again. I watched each of my toes disappear into his hot mouth and then pop out wet as fresh paint. Everything suddenly turned out swell. Walker seemed to be enjoying this as well, already jacking Chase off with her gorgeous feet. Carrie and Bryan were fucking on the couch, which I respectfully ignored. Instead, I got into position to give Konnor a well-deserved footjob. Remembering last time, I laid on my stomach and jacked him off soles up. Konnor applied some lube he pulled out of his pocket, pouring the cold liquid all of my soles. Honestly, I felt it made things more slippery, and hence more difficult. He guided my feet from the start though, his cock longer than my cousin's. Walker suddenly yelped, as Chase came all over her feet, legs and butt. As her best friend, I can tell when Walker is salty, and she was very pissed off at that moment. She quickly put her shoes on and headed out the door, Chase looking very disappointed in himself. I wasn't going to let that ruin my fun tonight. A moaning Konnor picked up the pace, my leg muscles starting to get into the rhythm as well. I didn't feel sure about what to say, or to say anything at all. Over and over, I could hear Carrie screaming at Bryan. "Oh fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck my pussy with that hard cock!!" Something like that would sound awkward coming from me, and I decided to stay silent other than the moans escaping my lips. My feet pounded against her cock with abandon. Konnor looked like he was being exorcised as he grew closer. With a few more thrust, he came a sizable load all over my young feet. Simultaneously, Bryan came inside Carrie. Lovely. We cleaned up everything, Konnor passing me a towel. We exchanged numbers quickly, interested in possibly doing this again. Funny how things changed so quickly. Speaking about change, Carrie's attitude took a complete reversal. "Here Brea," Carrie took out her phone. She pulled up the video, then pressed delete. "It's gone, I swear. I'm sorry if I kinda took this whole dominatrix thing a bit too far." We shared an awkward hug, and I was ready to certainly ready to leave. Walker was waiting out in the parking lot, leaning against my car. Her facial expression reminded me of the one my mom made one Halloween when she tried a Warhead sour candy for the first time. Safe to say, there wasn't ever a second time. Just as I was about to say something, Walker spoke up first. "Carrie and I arranged this whole thing, just so you know." Her confession felt a sucker punch to the gut. "What are you talking about?! We just sucked on another girl's toes, literally on our knees?! Why would you possibly agree to that?!" "Because I wanted to make sure Carrie was satisfied and never brought this up again," Walker explained, a look of worry on her face. "Also, I might have been a bit curious to tr-" "Don't even finish that!" I interrupted, getting extremely pissed off. "Well good thing that creep you got with tonight was a piece of shit. Did you wipe your butt off yet?!" Walker's face passed from worried to upset. She wasn't typically a crier, yet her eyes were starting to tear up. I didn't care, I wanted to hurt her at that point. "How could you keep that from me?!" I demanded. "I thought we were best friends?! Best friends do keep shit like that from one another?!" "It's just..." Walker tried meekly to get words out. "What? You have another excuse?!" I laughed. "What could you possibly have to say after that." She said something so quietly I couldn't hear. "What was that?!" I asked harshly. That suddenly made Walker explode. "Because I love you Brea!" And just as suddenly, Walker grabs and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. My first thought is resist, yet my body yearns for the touch. Our arms find each other's waists. My mind seemingly shuts down, as her tongue begins to enter my mouth. This was what I had been wanting all night, without even knowing it...