0 comments/ 52847 views/ 5 favorites Snow Bunn By: FyodorKaramazov99 Peter Hoang stared out at the winter blizzard driving hard at the large picture window. He was momentarily thankful that he had made the trip prior to the snow closing the roads-especially the long unpaved road into the cottage. The fire licking at the logs in the fireplace reflected off the glass. He looked at his faint reflection. From the tip of his dark hair to the to the bottom of his shoe, he was no more than 5' 2". And the high heels provided over 4" of that height. His skin was pale with only a whisper of the yellow of his Vietnamese heritage. He had been born and raised in North America, and his knowledge of his heritage country was minimal. He wasn't even curious. Not that his parents hadn't driven him to heritage language classes, and pressed him to study. It had been irrelevant to his growing interest in other things. In fact, that other thing had been women's fashions-not as a designer, but as apparel for him. Peter had discovered at a much younger age that sports, computers, and toys were not for him. He also discovered that he would have to hide that dislike or face ridicule and physical abuse. As a smaller than average boy, this had been a daily problem once he attended school. The object of verbal abuse at his feeble attempts at soccer, baseball and such, he turned to females for companions, and also found the need for male protectors. One such protector during his high school experience introduced him to the pleasure of the penis. While never spoken, Peter learned that servicing his protector in a number of ways kept him pretty safe from the day to day knocks of high school life. He learned that the life of a slim, very attractive Asian boy, who liked the wearing of female apparel, gave him a limited but pleasurable life style. He was able to secretly visit his protector, wear the most exotic of clothing, try out a wide range of women's cosmetics, while engaging in the associated sexual practices one might associate with his life style. Now, having found the best possible situation for himself, he was enjoying his first university Spring break not in some southern beach resort, but here in the hidden northern reaches of Ontario. The blizzard, though heavy and likely to keep him housebound for the week, wasn't actually going to be a problem. He felt a pair of hands tenderly squeeze his bare shoulders, and then teeth sink gently into the muscles of his neck. He shivered all over and felt his already stiffened penis throb in his see through black panties. Other than high heels, it was his only clothing. "Mmmmm" was all he managed as Kevin's hands worked slowly across his chest, stopping to tweak and pinch his tiny nipples. Peter groaned louder, arched his back and let his head loll back as he pressed his buttocks back against Kevin's naked thighs. Kevin was so much taller than Peter that his balls rested on the small of his back. Kevin bent his knees and let his large cock slide between Peter's legs so that it stuck out between Peter's thighs. Kevin slid one hand into the panties and gripped his hardon. He stoked it with a lazy motion, but Peter twitched as he felt the warm hand stretch him back and forth. Kevin released his grip long enough to slide the panties down his smooth legs. Peter kept his body completely free of hair, not that he had much, but what grew was removed meticulously. Although he was 20, he looked younger. With the panties gone, Kevin went to work on the small cock that stood rigid. He used his other hand to cup the young man's balls and tease him. "Oh, Kevin, if you keep that up, I'll come right away." Kevin smiled. "So? That's why we're here." "I'd rather feel you cock inside me while I come.", he whispered in answer. Without another word, he turned and knelt to take the throbbing penis in his mouth. His lips had to open really wide to take the entire head. Kevin looked down at the lipsticked mouth working methodically on his raging cock. The beauty of the young man stunned him. Watching him suck his cock was nearly enough to force the cum out of his balls, but he struggled to hold back knowing what was about to happen. Once he was coated with saliva, Peter stood up and turned gripping and guiding the huge cock to his tiny asshole. This was something they had not yet done, though Peter had sucked Kevin's cock nearly every day for the last three months. Peter pushed hard to get the head past his hole. Even with the copious amount of spit, it was a struggle, but one at which Peter had no intention of failing. Finally working in tandem with Kevin the head slid in. Peter cried out, but refused to pull away. His asshole slowly began to relax, and Kevin pushed it in millmeter by millimeter. Now Peter could feel the immensity of the organ invading his asshole. He felt more alive than at any time in his life. His cock, which had softened as he struggle to take the huge dick, now firmed up impressively. This is how he had dreamed it would happen. Kevin's knees were bent, with his hands gripping Peter tightly at his hips. He started to pump his dick in and out. Peter's mouth opened almost in a voiceless cry of pleasure, then he grunted with each powerful thrust. He reached for his own little cock and started to jerk himself off. "Oh, God, Kevin. Please fuck me! Hard! Don't be afraid to hurt me. Give it to me. Ohhh. Ohhh. All the way in. Now! Faster. I'm going to cum for you." And he did. His prick jerked out its first pump, and Kevin felt Peter's asshole spasm as he shot his load. This was the trigger than let his own load explode out. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" And he felt his own huge cock pulse like a water cannon as his load shot into the depths of Peter's tiny asshole. Peter's own balls pumped load after load into his waiting hand. They both sank to the rug, with Kevin's prick still fully engaged in the younger man's back hole. Kevin lowered them both flat on the floor. He took his heavy weight on his own knees and elbows and they lay like that as the last spasms passed through them. "I felt like I was in heaven, Kevin." He giggled like a girl, Kevin had a wan smile and his eyes closed as he let the feelings wash over him. He stirred, rolled them onto his side, and was about to pull out when Peter stopped him. "Don't take it out. I want to feel it a bit longer. I think I can jerk off one more time before you take it out. I want to spill it for you." Kevin watched as Peter began to fondle his little penis. Then he reached over and tickled the tiny sac. "Yes! That's so nice. That's going to make me shoot my load again." He began to pump faster and faster, then slowed and let the feeling expand though him. He gave another wave of hard jerking, then slowed as Kevin kept up the gentle scratching of his nuts. "Oh, Kevin, this load is just for you." Peter's hand was a blur as he beat off with his eyes closed and his mouth gaping. His asshole clamped over Kevin's softening dick, and spasmed as he shot another load. Though not very copious, it came out with some real force, splashing into the already cold puddle in his other hand. They cuddled closer and Peter felt the powerful body seem to fold over him, guarding him in his moment of exquisite pleasure. After what seemed a short time, but was actually nearly an hour, the pair got up and padded into the shower. Kevin turned the water on, adjusted it as Peter removed the make up. They got in together and Peter immediately knelt to clean his partner's penis. Even semi soft, it was large. Peter took a long time with the cloth, the soap and the small towel. He looked up and smiled at Kevin, who loomed over him like some kind of ancient god. In reality, Kevin was about 25 years older than his companion, and, frankly stunned that such a gorgeous man this young would be so enthralled by him. He was well off, but not really wealthy, and he felt that he was not particularly handsome. Certainly not when compared to this young beauty. Then his mind disengaged. He felt his cock stiffen as Peter worked it over. He felt a bit sore from the tight fucking he had just administered, but his cock seemed immune and rose at the skilled touch. Peter abandoned any further pretext of washing Kevin and began to suck his cock. With the hot water splashing over them, Peter worked with a will, and had Kevin groaning through another orgasm that nearly had them both drowning. Peter's mouth bulged as the load filled him, and he swallowed all of the love paste. His eyes looked up again at Kevin's spent face. "You do that one more time, sweetie, and I'll have to spank your little bum." Peter thrilled at the suggestion, smiled and said, "I can't wait." Snow Bunnies KRISTINA MELHART'S STORY My best friend, Karen Styles, invited me to spend the weekend at her family's cabin in the mountains near Payson, Arizona. It was mid February and we had a three-day weekend coming up—no school until Tuesday, so I readily agreed. We left Horizon High School in Scottsdale, where we're both Seniors, as soon as school was out on Friday afternoon. Karen put the top of her convertible down because it was a warm sunny day down in the desert, and we wanted to work on our tans while driving. Actually, what we really wanted was to be seen. We were both dressed for it with halter-tops showing lots of cleavage, and short tight mini-skirts that slid up our legs when we climbing into her car. Karen was a tall, athletic blonde. She was the star spiker on our volleyball team, and I envied her so. Those long athletic legs looked so nice in her mini skirt. And she had a pretty face too, with a slightly up-turned nose. The way she had her hair cut so short, made her look almost pixyish. I'm a couple of inches shorter than her, and a little rounder (some of the boys I've dated have said voluptuous, and stacked), and I have long brown hair. I've also gotten plenty of complimentary looks from the other girls in the showers after P.E. class. As we climbed into her car from opposite sides, we pretended to drool at each other as we watched each other's skirts slide up. We laughed and joked about it as Karen zoomed out of the high school parking lot. Out on the highway, we played a little game to see who could dare to let her skirt ride up the highest. It wasn't long before both our skirts were up around our hips, and our panties were seeing the light of day. With the convertible top down, the desert wind ruffling our hair, and the sun warming our bodies, we felt as free as birds. We joked about passing truck drivers looking down at us from their heights, and trying to count the cunt hairs through our panties. We were having such a good time, we never noticed the storm clouds blowing in from the Northwest. We reached the town of Payson at about 5:00 in the afternoon, and stocked up on groceries before moving on to her parent's cabin further on up in the mountains. Her parents were to join us on Saturday morning, so we were going to have all evening to ourselves in this isolated spot. It was kind of scary to think about it, but also kind of exciting. We made a game out of putting up the groceries and unpacking our things. The game was to see how much ass you could show while bending over to get a bag from the trunk of the car, or to see how far we could look up under each other's skirts while the other was reaching up to put groceries in a cupboard. After horsing around like that for a while, we took turns showering, then got ready for dinner. We both wore T-shirts, and tight, gray gym shorts. With no panties underneath, we could see the outline of each other's cunt lips in each other's shorts. Karen's shorts were so short I could even see a couple of cute little blonde hairs sticking out. By the time we finished dinner, we noticed it had suddenly gotten cold, and had started to snow, so we built a fire in the living room fireplace. (Thank God her Dad had stocked the place with plenty of wood). The snow started looking real nasty, so Karen called her parents and found out that they would not be coming up at all because the snow was expected to keep all the roads to Payson blocked until the end of the weekend. Before hanging up Karen assured her parents that we had plenty of food and firewood to last the weekend, and that we would be fine. After hanging up, she turned to me and said, "Well, babe, I guess it's just you and me and a lonnnnggggg weekend." So we settled in to the couch by the fireplace and immediately started talking about boys and sex. Somehow in the conversation Karen mentioned how much she admired my tits. I was flattered because I always though her body was so much better than mine. I was glad that there was at least something about my body that everybody though was sexy. We talked some more about boys, sex, and cocks, and what we'd like to do with them. Then Karen said, "Say, Kris, have you ever seen a porno flick?" "God, no, Karen! My folks would kill me if I did." I said that with kind of a laugh, wondering where this conversation would lead to next. "But haven't you ever thought about watching one?" "Well, yeah, I guess so. Who hasn't?" "Yeah, who hasn't? So, why don't we?" "Why don't we do what? Where would we get one? No one would rent porn to a couple of high school girls. Besides, we can't even get out of the driveway with all that snow." "We don't have to go anywhere," Karen said. My parents have some porn flicks here and I know where they keep them." "Y-y-y-your parents? They have porn movies here?" "They don't know that I know, but I do," Karen said. "I've always wanted to see one, ever since I was a little kid, but I know they'd never let me. But nobody's going to be here all weekend except us two. We can do anything we want for the next three days." "Okay," I laughed. "Anything you say." This conversation had certainly taken an interesting turn. As if I wasn't hot enough already from all that talk about sex, the thought about doing something really naughty, like watching a sex flick, sent a rush of fire through my body. I followed Karen into her parent's bedroom, admiring the way her ass moved under her skimpy shorts. Her firm round butt cheeks peeked out from under the hem of her shorts. I tried to imagine her being in a sex flick—and the thought made me hotter still. Karen walked over to a cabinet and opened a sliding door to show me where her parents kept their porn flicks. Giggling, we picked out one called "corporate blonde." Feeling all jittery with excitement and suspense, we rushed back to the living room and turned in on as we settled back into the comfortable couch. The movie was about a woman who owned a company and made all of her employees, both male and female, have sex with her. Then at the end, she had them all over to her mansion for an orgy where everybody did everybody else. The best part of the movie for me was when the sexretary took a new girl in to boss lady's office for an interview. When boss lady and her sexretary started kissing the nervous new girl, it just sent shivers all over me. My nipples literally erupted poking out my T-shirt. I'd never seen anything so hot in all my life. I've never been so turned on in all my life. I was surprised, and a little shocked at myself. I'd never suspected that I might have any gay, or bi tendencies. I've always just thought about guys, and cock. I've even gone all the way with a few guys, and enjoyed it—but this was just so much more powerful I can't describe it. To be sure, the guys in the movie were nice, totally tubular and all that. And, sure, I loved looking at their hard cocks and wishing I hand one here to play with—but it was the women doing each other that really fried my brain. It was the most incredible thing, like wow! Awesome! But no way could I let Karen know how much that turned me on. I didn't want her to think I was queer or anything. I didn't want myself to know either. I needed some time to sort this out. So, I thought I'd try to act like it was the guys in the movie that turned me on. I looked her up and down, and noticed her nipples poking out through her T-shirt too. I wondered what part of the movie had turned her on the most. "God, I'm horny," I giggled. "Don't you wish we had a couple of hard cocks here with us tonight? Like those guys in the movie?" Karen said with a mischievous grin. "Right now I'd settle for just one between the two of us." Karen laughed. "But we'd wear the poor guy out. I bet after you got through with him, there'd be nothing left for me. You know how guys are, as soon as they cum, they go flat and can't fuck any more." "Okay," I said, then we'll just hump him any way. If his cock doesn't work, we can just rub our pussies against his butt, his legs, or what ever else gets in the way—like his face." Karen shrieked with laughter. "Fuck his face! Oh krissy, you kill me!" She slapped her hand on my thigh sending fire through my body. "We'll make a sex sandwich out of him," I said. "You on one side of him, and me on the other." "And both of us taking turns fucking his face!" Karen gave out a burst of laughter, slapping my thigh again. "God, Karen," I said, "the movie, and all this sex talk has got me so hot my pussy's gonna start a brush fire." I pretended to fan smoke away from my pussy. "Bush fire! That's great, Kris." Giggling Karen playfully helped me fan my pussy. Leaning over towards me, she put her hand firmly on my thigh to support her weight while fanning my crotch with her other hand. The touch, and pressure of her hand on my thigh made me tingle all over. A gush of wetness seeped out of my pussy to deepen the stain already darkening my shorts. I stole a glance at Karen's crotch and saw that her shorts were sopping wet too. That made me feel a lot less self conscious about my own condition. "Looks like you've got a bush fire too, Karen," I said, putting my hand on her gorgeous bronzed thigh. I started fanning her crotch with my other hand, like she was doing me. "You're shorts look as wet as mine do." "God, I know." Karen turned away, blushing a little. She glanced at the snow pouring down out the window. "Want to do something really wild to put out our bush fires?" "What's that? I'm horny enough to do just about anything." I was halfway hoping she'd make the big offer to do each other, but then I was halfway hoping she wouldn't because I still wasn't sure what my answer would be. "Why don't we take our clothes off and go play naked outside in the snow?" I giggled. "Sounds like fun, but what if someone sees us?" "Don't worry, no one will be driving this way in the snow, and there's no neighbors close enough to see us. Last one naked's a prude!" She was already pulling her T-shirt off. "You're right," I said, rolling my shorts down my legs. "These shorts are getting too sticky anyway." We both rushed outside butt naked, our tits and butts bouncing away. The snow was the soft fluffy kind that seems to make the world warmer when it falls. But we were both so hot, we probably wouldn't have felt the cold if we were on the North Pole. Giggling, Karen plastered a handful of snow on my ass, and I did the same to her. Then she rubbed snow into my tits, taking time to massage the snow in. "Oh, just look how big your tits are," she purred. "It'll take a whole mountain of snow to cover them. Two mountains." "Just like your fucking sexy hard butt!" I scooped up a couple of handfuls of snow to rub on her ass, enjoying the opportunity to fondle those gorgeous globes of flesh. She giggled. "You ought to be in porn, with tits like these." She kept rubbing her hands over my tits even after all the snow in her hands had fallen away. As I tried to reach around her to scoop up more snow to rub on her butt, I lost my balance and fell over. I managed to land on my back in the snow, with my legs spread. Karen seized the opportunity to plaster a wad of snow onto my pussy. "Your fucking pussy's so hot it's making the snow steam. Just watch!" Karen stood over me, her feet planted on either side of my face. As she bent over to rub more snow into my crotch, I looked right up between her legs to her own beautiful blonde snatch. Her very wet slit glistened in the moon-reflected snow light, its sex-swollen lips pouting at me, inviting. "You ought to be in porn too, you whore!" I said as I grabbed a handful of snow and shoved it up between her legs, rubbing it into her cunt. Giggling Karen spun around to wrestle my hand away, but she slipped and fell on top of me. The feel of her body on top of mine was electrifying, but rather than enjoying the feel, and having to admit it, I rolled her over so that I was on top. But I couldn't hold her down. She was stronger than I was, so she rolled me right back over on my back. We began to wrestle like pups. We rolled around in the snow, giggling like a couple of five-year olds, our legs intertwined, our mounds rubbing against each other, and our tits rubbing and mashing together—and our very erect nipples stabbing at each other. I was so hot I'd forgotten about the snow. "We'd better go back inside," Karen said, "before we catch pneumonia or something." She held out her hand to help me up, then took off dashing towards the house. "Last one in's a cunt licker!" She giggled. Karen beat me by a good ten yards, of course, but instead of going in, she waited for me and held the door open for me. After closing the door behind us, we both stood there in the foyer, naked and shivering from the cold as the melting snow dripped off our bodies. "God, just look at your nipples, Kris. They look like little cocks sticking out. Did you get that from the cold, and snow, or are you still that hot from the movie?" She reached both her hands up slowly towards my tits. Trembling, she gently touched my nipples with her index fingers. Though my mouth was suddenly as dry as the desert, and I couldn't find any words to describe how I felt, I smiled at her, hoping to give her encouragement. She began to softly rub my nipples back and forth with her fingers. And, I felt like someone had just poured hot honey all over my body. My pussy throbbed with new waves of heat. "I think I'm still very, very, hot." I stammered. She gained new courage from that admission and grabbed my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and tweaked them this way and that. "Ohhhh," I moaned, feeling my pussy start to slobber from its horniness. "But look who's talking, Karen. Your nipples look bigger than mine." I started playing with her nipples like she was doing with me. "Kris, I'm so hot and horny I can't stand it any longer!" She almost sobbed. Tentatively she put her arms around my shoulders and held me face to face with her. Sliding her arms around my back and waist in an embrace, she moved closer to me until our nipples touched each other. Electric fire flooded all through me. I think my nipples must have grown another inch from the excitement. Our tits had rubbed together when we were playing in the snow, and that was fun, but we were just pretending then. This was for real. It was intentional, and it was hotter than hell. Somehow, my hands found their way around Karen's body to rest on her butt cheeks. Karen began moving her tits side to side causing our hard-on nipples to flick each other. My own body, moving of its own volition, helped her in that regard. I was so wet I could almost hear my pussy gurgling. I was afraid I was making a mess on the floor—and not from the melted snow. "God, Karen," I finally admitted. "What you're doing to me is making me so fucking hot. I don't think I've ever felt so worked up before, even with a guy." "Rub-a-dub-dub," Karen said, moving her nipples back and forth more briskly across mine. "This is something you can't do with guys. Guys don't have tits." "Yes, tits are wonderful." After a few more electrifying moments of rubbing our nipples together, Karen looked deeply into my eyes, smiling. She slipped her hands up my back to hold my face between her hands. She slowly began to pull our faces together. I squeezed her ass, pulling her body tighter against mine. The searing heat of her cunt pressed in on me just above my own burning bush. Nipples no longer rubbing together, our tits mashed into each other. Her rock hard nipples were knives of pleasure piercing the soft flesh of my tits. She buried them into me, hard. And I knew that my nipples were doing the same to her. Karen drew our faces together, her breath felt musky hot on my skin. Her lips grazed my forehead, traced the curve of my nose, them came to rest, oh so softly on my own lips. I trembled all over, like a newly hatched bird searching for a parent. We kissed, lightly at first—as if testing each other. Then we began to explore. Our tongues began to flick across each other's lips and noses. Then we exploded in a volcano of mutual hot lust, mashing our mouths together. Karen tried to cram her tongue down my throat sending waves of hot lava rushing all through my body. I sucked on her tongue as hot and nasty as I could, muffling the groans of pleasure and lust gurgling up from her throat. As we tongued each other's mouths out, I played with her butt as hard and nasty as I could. Suddenly I felt one of her hands slip down between our bodies to find my slit. She began to rub the palm of her hand back and forth on my cunt, massaging my own wetness back into its folds. "Ummmmm!" I moaned into her mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good to me. I thought my knees would cave in. I slipped my own and around to finger her hot wet slit. Sharp thrills of hot lava rushed through every cell of my body when I felt hot wetness sucking at my fingers. Her pussy was so wet it was making slurping sounds as I played with it. We continued to diddle each other while French kissing. Then Karen broke off the kiss to whisper lovingly into my ear. "Let's go in by the fire and make ourselves comfortable." "I'm already very comfortable with you Karen, and very much on fire, but the sofa does sound nice." We sat on the sofa and curled up into each other's arms, making out, and finger fucking each other. "To be honest Kris, I've wanted to do this with you for ages. You have no idea how much I've drooled over you in the P.E. locker room and showers." "And me, you." I said, finally admitting it. "I've always wanted to run my hands up and down your tall, athletic body, and play with those firm, pert tits." "Speaking of tits," Karen sighed into my ear. "I thought you'd never ask." She bent down and took one of my nipples in her mouth. And I though I'd go crazy. ++++++++++++++++++++++ We made love for most of the three days straight we were snowed in, licking each other up one side and down the other—pausing only to eat, sleep, and watch more of her parents' porn flicks. When our lost weekend was over, we both agreed that what we had enjoyed together was much better than anything boys could do for us. We promised each other we'd stay committed to girl-girl fun for the rest of our lives, whether with each other, or with other girls. In fact, upon parting Monday evening, when Karen dropped me off at my parent's house in Scottsdale, we made a pact to spend our lives trying to convert other women and girls to this greatest of all pleasures. We sealed it with a final parting kiss. Snow Bunnies Jen helped her best friend haul the several bottle of alcohol into her dorm room. They each carried a heavy backpack and tried to look casual as they walked past the dozing security guard. The girls couldn't help but burst into laughter once the elevator doors closed. "I can't believe you talked me into this." "Oh come on, Jen. This is what college is all about. You were going to come visit me all the way from Philly and not get drunk with me?" Jen looked at her friend in agreement. "You're right. We spent thirty bucks on this stuff so let's get fucked up." Emily gave her friend a wide smile that showed her perfect white teeth. When the elevators opened onto Emily's floor, she followed her, careful not to make too much noise. It was 12:30 and most of the students were either in bed or out at some party. They set the bottles down by the bed and turned the stereo on to play some quiet music. Jen began to remove the layers of winter clothing. "I feel like I weigh 200 when I'm wearing all those sweaters. No wonder I don't get hit on, no one can tell I'm only 110. Emily turned to look at her friend. Lack of sun had made her skin very pale, but she could still admire the perky breasts and tiny waist that flared out to a perfect set of hips. Jen sat in the center of the bed in nothing but a pair of boy shorts panties and matching bra. Emily realized that she was staring and began removing her own clothing. She knew she was blushing and told herself she enjoyed looking at her friend too much. Emily's tan had not yet faded from their summer in Miami. She wasn't nearly as curvy as her friend since her breasts were smaller and there wasn't much curvature to her bottom. She was really very self conscious, but she got constant reassurance from friends like Jen. She stripped down to her underwear and joined her friend on the bed. "Are you sure your roommate is gone for the weekend?" "Yes. Don't worry," Emily replied, exasperated. Jen picked up to bottles of Smirnoff. She opened one for Emily and one for herself. With a cheers they each took a drink. Three bottles later, they could barely hold each other up. They lay sprawled sideways on the bed, empty bottles strewn across the floor. As usual, Emily kept up the conversation. Jen just tried to make sense of what she was saying. "I can't believe that I ended up hooking up with that guy!" she giggled and came closer to Jen, playing with a strand of dark brown hair that fell across her face. "At least you enjoyed it," Jen told her, her eyes falling to Emily's plump lips. Jen's mouth found Emily's of it's own accord. It was a light kiss and lasted only a second. Emily stopped talking. Edging closer, she kissed Jen again, opening her lips to let her tongue slide into Jen's mouth. Her hand stroked her friend's slender neck and then slid down to cup a soft breast. Jen pulled her head back. "I can't believe you're doing this," she said quietly. "You know what? I think we're a little dirty. We should take a shower?" "Together?" Emily nodded with a devious grin. "Are you kidding? Anybody could walk in!" "At this hour?" Emily stood and headed for the door. Jen had enough sense to realize that she was walking out in her underwear. "Wait!" But Emily was already stumbling down the hall. Jen did her best to catch up but it seemed everything was wobbling in front of her. She held onto the wall as followed Emily to the shower room. When she got there, she heard a shower running and saw Emily's discarded clothing on the floor. Jen shrugged and removed her own clothing, falling to the floor when she slid off her panties. She dragged herself up and stepped behind the curtain of the shower Emily stood in. She was under the shower head, the water splashing over her. Without a word, Jen stepped up to her, cupped her face and kissed her. It was a deep kiss and Emily had to take a breath every few seconds. Tilting her head, Jen began kissing Emily's neck, and sliding her hand down to her shaven pussy. Slowly, so that Emily wouldn't noticed, she parted the soft lips and slid a finger in between them. Emily didn't protest, in fact, she stood with her legs further apart. Jen took the encouragement and became more forceful with her hand. Emily began to moan and thrust her hips forward as Jen started a rhythm. The alcohol had made her horny as hell and grabbed Jen's hand and made her slide to fingers into her pussy. Becoming too dizzy to stand Jen stopped sucking on Emily's neck and whispered, "sit on the sink." Emily turned the shower off and walked naked to the white porcelain sink on the opposite wall. Jen helped her hop onto the counter. "It's so cold!" Emily exclaimed. "Shhh." Jen hushed her and then fell to her knees in front of her friend. Taking an ankle in each hand she spread Emily's legs and put her face between them. Emily's pussy was wet from the shower and her own arousal. Jen was surprised at how easy it was to put her mouth on her friend and lick the folds of her pussy. She gave her friend a soft sloppy kiss, her face moving slowly back and forth across the spread lips. She blamed it on the alcohol, but it was just an excuse to do what she had been wanting to do for a while. Emily didn't complain. She leaned back against the mirror, holding her legs open while Jen thrust her tongue in and out of her; circled her clit and sucked on it. "That feels sooo good. Make me come, Jen." Jen didn't know how much time passed this way. Jen would push her tongue inside Emily, tasting her, while her nose bumped her clit. The shower room was quiet except for the slurping sounds Jen's moutth made and Emily's soft sighs. She only noticed heer friend was near climax when Emily's breathing changed and her legs started to shake. "Oooh, Jen," she moaned, "I think I'm going to come. Ahhh ahhhh, keep going....oh fuck!" Emily's back arched and she thrust her hips forward and tangled her fingers into Jen's hair. "I love your pussy," Jen whispered before darting her tongue in again. She knew when Emily came. Warm liquid came from her and dripped from Jen's chin. Exhausted, Jen fell back to the floor and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Emily sat on the sink gasping, her legs hanging limply over the side. Jen looked up at her friend. "You see why we shouldn't drink?"