10 comments/ 101216 views/ 16 favorites The Babysitters By: pointless Many thanks to carsonshepherd and minsue for their help editing this story. * * * It had been a normal, boring suburban day. Chilly and rainy with a wind that cut through you and made it feel at least twenty degrees colder than it really was. Andrea hadn't seen the sun in two days. Another gloomily October in Michigan. It was only seven thirty and it was already dark. The only good thing about autumn was what was just beginning to happen to the trees all around. Beautiful colors forming from the dying of the leaves. Of course, Andrea couldn't have cared less about all of that. Tonight was the night she'd be planning for all week. Tonight was the night that her best friend Cindy was going to spend the night and she'd been absolutely giddy all day. She and Cindy always had so much fun just hanging out in her room with the door locked and the shades drawn doing stuff her mom didn't even want to know about. Usually that fact would be enough to keep her happy and smiling all day long, but not this evening. No, her mom had to go and mess it all up by suddenly developing a social life out of the thin air. Mom's can be such a pain at times. "What do you mean I have to watch Philip?" Andrea was now whining to her mother as she touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror obviously trying her hardest to ignore her daughter who had just asked that question a mere two seconds ago. "Why can't you just get Aunt Rachel to watch him?" "Andrea, we've already been through this," her Mom replied, her frustration restrained but still noticeable, "Rachel has watched your little brother enough this week. Besides, you're more than capable of taking care of your little brother for a few hours until he goes to bed." "But Cindy." Andrea started to protest only to be interrupted by her mother. "Will just make it that much easier for you. Really, Andrea, you've taken care of your brother before. He likes you, he does what you say and all you'll have to do is give him a snack, put in a movie and then tuck him into bed at nine. After that you and Cindy will have the whole house to yourselves until two. If everything looks good when I get back you might even make twenty dollars so you and Cindy can go to the movies tomorrow and you won't have to rake the lawn until tomorrow. I really don't see why you're complaining about this," her mother said calmly but firmly making it clear that the discussion, whether Andrea wanted to admit or not, was over. Andrea just crossed her arms across her chest and walked away in a huff to her room while her mother smiled softly to herself. It really had been awhile since she'd actually been able to go out and have fun. Lately it had been all work, parent/teacher conferences, grocery shopping and doctor appointments. When her old college roommate and best friend had called her out of the blue earlier with an invitation to a night of drunken debauchery she just had to accept. She hadn't had more than two beers since the divorce had been finalized two years ago. She was well over do. That, and she really missed the fun she and Tiffany used to have back in college. That girl had taught her so much about sex and having fun and she was still the same old Tiffany from back in the day. Wild, crazy and flirtatious. She just knew they'd end up in a hotel room like the last time she'd been in town. Just the thought of it made her wet. As Andrea reached the top of the stairs and found her way to her room she found it hard to resist slamming the door behind her. Deep down inside she knew she had no real reason to be pissed. Her mom was right. Watching Philip would be easy. For a five year old he was actually quite even tempered and he did listen to his big sister. She was actually the one who finally got him potty trained when her mom had all but given it up thinking it an impossible task. Watching her little brother would be cake. Still, like any normal American child of the twenty-first century she would've preferred to have had her cake and eaten it too. A house to herself was a blessed event. A house to herself and her best friend would have been pure bliss. The loss of that rare opportunity was reason enough to pout for next fifteen minutes alone in her room while she waited for Cindy to be dropped off by her brother, so that's just what she did after she had finished flinging herself on her bed in dramatic fashion and rolled over to stare at the ceiling in weak anger. It seemed like it was only seconds later that she was startled awake by a loud knocking on her door. She had apparently dozed off and it took her a few seconds to remember enough to ask who was there. The door swung open almost instantly to reveal Cindy standing in her doorway with her usual sarcastic smile firmly set on her cute, slightly tanned face. Cindy and Andrea was different as night and day in so many ways it almost boggled the mind to think that they were friends. Andrea was the usual product of suburbia with her perfect dirty blonde hair in shoulder length cut framing a small cute, dimpled face with a delicate nose set below and between brightly innocent looking blue eyes. Her clothes always looked new and freshly cleaned as if she had a new outfit made everyday just for her. She was short and would probably always be, but her body was already showing the signs of smooth, gentle curves that would make her the envy of her classmates for years to come. Her breasts were small, but well shaped. At her age she was already finding herself turning down guys almost twice her age. Not that she had a problem saying no. She reveled in the attention, but, frankly, she just had no interest in the attentions of the opposite sex regardless of age. Cindy, on the other hand, always wore clothes that seemed to be handed down from her two older brothers and her sister, because the vast majority of them were. They all had that well worn quality about them. Often they even had holes or permanent stains. Her hair was black as the night and went seemingly wherever it pleased without appearing to be too messy or nappy. Her skin had the light brown tone she'd inherited from her father's side of the family and her eyes deep brown from the same side. Her body was a little more firmly planted on the side of womanhood than her slightly younger friend. Her breasts were a little larger, her butt a little fuller and her hips a bit more pronounced. She was the envy of all the young girls from the trailer park where she lived and spent most of her free time avoiding. Cindy had no problem admitting her hatred of her roots. The only thing her parents were good for was easily stolen money and booze. Even at her young age Cindy was more than acquainted to the joys of alcohol among other things. It wasn't all economics and physiology, though. Andrea was the cheery optimist to Cindy's dark cynic. When they had first met Andrea had been firm believer in the artistic value of bubblegum pop while Cindy spent most of her time stealing what passed for punk cd's nowadays. Cindy had managed to wean Andrea off of the worst of cd collection with a mixture of Sleater-Kinney she'd borrowed from her sister and some Dead Kennedy's she'd "liberated" from the local music store. Cindy was all about the old school. It was one of the benefits of having siblings up to twelve years her senior. "What's up, sleepyhead?" Cindy teased as she shut the door behind her and walked over to Andrea's bed to have a seat. "Nothing," replied Andrea as she rubbed her eyes, "Just waiting for you to get her to tell you the bad news." "You mean the babysitting?" Cindy said with a frown and an eye roll as she shimmied her backpack off and onto the floor. Andrea just nodded and sneered in response as she sat up on her elbows. "Yeah, my mom is going out with her old roommate or something. She won't be back until two." "Old roommate, huh?" Cindy said with a wicked smile and raised eyebrows causing Andrea to giggle. "Shut up," Andrea said as she got up from her bed, "Not everyone's a pervert like you." "Moi?" Cindy responded doing her best to look innocent and failing miserably. Andrea giggled again. Cindy did that to her. For some reason she always felt so giddy around her. "Yes, you. Like you didn't know, you lesbo," "I wouldn't talk, missy. You didn't seem to mind my fingers in your." Cindy started, but was quickly interrupted by a gentle, yet firm push from Andrea. "Shut up! I was drunk and you know it. That doesn't count. You took advantage of me, you slut." Andrea said adamantly, but somewhat unconvincingly to her still smirking friend. "Like you didn't like it," countered Cindy calmly. "That's beside the point. I'm no lesbian and you know it. Just remember that," Andrea said and then smiled meekly. Cindy's smirk was still there on her cute, deceptively angelic face. She knew the truth. All she needed was time and a little luck and Andrea would be hers. The girls were forced to end their little game of hard to get by the sound of Andrea's mother yelling from downstairs. Andrea yelled her response and then returned her gaze to Cindy. Both girls frowned knowing that it meant that the most boring part of their night was about to begin. As they made their way downstairs Andrea noticed her mother standing by the door looking at her watch and frowning. She was shocked by how beautiful her mother looked in her sleek, low-cut black dress that had been hanging in her closest since her last big date with the asshole cop she'd dated right after the divorce. It was absolutely amazing. This wasn't the same woman that had fixed her supper only a few hours earlier. This was a thirty-five year old goddess. From the whistle she heard coming from Cindy she knew she wasn't the only one who thought so. For a second she thought that maybe Cindy had been right about what was going to happen tonight between her mother and this old roommate. She quickly let that thought exit her mind though. Her mom was no lesbian. Was she? "Nice dress, Miss Evans. You look awesome," Andrea heard her friend say as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Her mother just smiled broadly and thanked Cindy politely before returning instantly to her role as mother to give Andrea her instructions for the evening. It was all stuff Andrea had heard a thousand times before. "And remember," her mother finished, "If everything looks good and I don't hear anything bad from your little brother or," and she placed emphasis on this part and looked at both girls with a stern expression on her face, "from the neighbors there'll be some money in this for you both. Understand?" Both girls nodded their agreement. "Don't worry Mom," Andrea said in her best reassuring tone, "everything will be fine." "Good, now your brother is the living room watching Finding Nemo. Once it's over I want him in bed, so you might get working on that snack. Now, give me a kiss and I'll see you in the morning if you're not up, which you'd better not be." Andrea kissed her mom on the cheek and said good-bye as her mom went out the door. "Someone's going to get some pussy." Andrea heard Cindy say in a sing-song voice behind her. She turned around to see her friend smiling a knowing smile and Andrea just rolled her eyes at her. "Come on, let's go make that snack. We only have an hour and then we can have fun." For the next hour the girls tended to the minimal needs of Andrea's younger brother. Well, Andrea did while Cindy made herself at home on the couch and enjoyed the movie and chatted with Philip about his day at kindergarten when he wasn't staring blankly at the screen watching computerized anthropomorphized fish do their thing. Not that Andrea cared. Throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave was hardly a two person job. Finally, nine o' clock rolled around. The cute, little clown fish was reunited with his father and all was right on the reef and Phillip was already yawning and having trouble staying awake. As the final credits rolled on the screen Andrea picked up her little brother and carried him upstairs to his bed. She tucked him in and gave him kiss goodnight. He was out before she even got to the door. "He's asleep," Andrea said as her bare feet hit the cool tile of the breezeway to Cindy who was standing in front of the entertainment center DVD in hand. "Awesome," Cindy said as she bent over a bit and put the disc in the player. "Now I can watch you piss your pants in fear." "Please. Like I've never seen a zombie movie before," came the flippantly indignant reply from Andrea as she planted herself on the couch. She was quickly joined by Cindy who sat down right next to her despite the abundance of room on the massive sofa. "Don't try to act all brave like I don't know any better," teased Cindy as she snuggled up to her friend and pulled an afghan off the back of the couch and threw it over both of their legs. Cindy's arm quickly found it's way around Andrea's shoulder. Andrea's head found it's natural spot on resting on Cindy's shoulder with a resigned sigh. "Oh, shut up," Andrea replied quietly as she made herself comfortable leaning against Cindy's soft body, "the movie's starting." As they watched the movie the girls remained close only shifting when it was necessary, but never losing contact with each other. Andrea would never admit it, but loved the feel of Cindy's body touching hers. The soft skin, her warmth, her smell. It was all so comfortable and right. It was weird. She was hardly a touchy feely person. Far from it in fact. She hadn't hugged or kissed her mother in ages. She'd lost every boyfriend she'd ever had (all three of them) because she'd just never been comfortable enough with them. Sure, she made out with them, one even got as far as feeling up her breasts, but it just never felt right. Not that she was lesbian. At least she didn't think she was. She was just curious. Besides, fingering a girl didn't make her a lesbian. She was just returning a favor anyway. It was more like a drunken experiment than actual sex, right? That night had been a lot like this one. Cindy had come over to spend the night while Andrea's mom had gone out with her girlfriends for a drink. Philip had been spending the night at his dad's like he did a couple of times a month. They didn't have the same father. Not that it mattered to Andrea. He was still her little brother. The plan had been to watch a couple of movies then go to bed and wake up the next morning and go to the mall so Cindy could help Andrea spend what was left of her birthday money on some cd's. Andrea was getting bored with the teeny bopper crap she'd been listening to and, though she hated to admit it, Cindy had great taste in music and had knowledge of bands that Andrea had never even heard of. The girl knew her pop culture. The plan had gone great for awhile. They watched the first movie, some boring teeny movie Andrea had picked out on a whim much to Cindy's dismay. Then they watched the second one, a sad, sappy movie of Cindy's choosing which also sucked. It was half through the second movie that Cindy had brought out the bottle of irish cream and had non-chalantly took a swig and passed it to Andrea. "What the hell is this?" Andrea asked as she sniffed the bottle. It smelled sweet and definitely alcoholic. She'd smelled her mom's rum before. This wasn't half as bad, but it was definitely booze. "Irish cream," Cindy said, still playing it cool, "Drink it. It's good. You'll like it. It might help make this movie interesting." "But isn't this alcohol?" Andrea asked quietly as if she was afraid of being caught despite the absence of an adult presence. "Yeah," Cindy had replied a little sarcastically, "Just drink it, Andrea. It aint gonna kill you or anything. It tastes good. You'll like it. Trust me." That did it. If Andrea had one weakness it was peer pressure. She couldn't stand to be viewed as a wet blanket ruining anybody's fun. It also helped to know that regardless of whether she drank any or not Cindy was going to get drunk. She actually seen her drink before and she'd tried to talk Andrea into joining in then too. Luckily( or unluckily) Andrea had had to go home early that first night so she had an easy out. She didn't have that luxury that night. So Andrea swallowed her fears as she took a swig from the bell shaped bottle of sweet liqueur and gagged. Cindy laughed at her and urged to take another swig. Andrea looked at her a bit incredulously, but obeyed. This time she took a smaller drink and avoided smelling it. To her surprise it actually tasted pretty good after you got past the slight tinge of alcohol. Like a sweet chocolate milk, but entirely different. Without being urged she took another swig before handing it back to back to a smiling Cindy. "It's good isn't it?" Cindy asked before taking drink herself. Andrea just nodded as she grabbed the bottle from Cindy and took another gulp. The girls kept passing it back and forth until they emptied the bottle of every last drop of it's contents. By the time they were done Andrea had downed more than her share, but Cindy didn't seem to mind. In fact, she just pulled another bottle from her bag and the girls managed to finish it off before the credits rolled on the second and, as it turned out, final movie. By the time they were done drinking both girls were a loud, giggly mess. Andrea was spouting off anything that came to her mind and Cindy wasn't any better. Andrea still wasn't quite sure how the subject of sex had come about, but she knew that once it was brought up it became the sole subject of discussion. Cindy did most of the talking considering that between the two of them she was the only one with any real experience. Andrea remembered her friend going into great detail about the time she let her oldest brother's best friend eat her pussy because she was bored. Her love of detail caused Andrea to giggle like a fool. Apparently he was rather unimpressive. When Cindy started talking about her experiences with girls Andrea stopped laughing. Instead she listened with rapt attention to every detail they came from Cindy's expressively dirty mouth. Even at her young age Cindy had had quite a few experiences with girls. Many Andrea knew and more then a few came as quite shock. One in particular caught her attention. "You fucked Becky Silverman?" Andrea had asked in disbelief. "Hell yeah, she was good too. Why? Did you know her something?" Cindy had responded. "She was my best friend back in seveanth grade. I can't believe you fucked her. She was always such a prude. She wouldn't even masturbate in front of m." Andrea suddenly stopped herself, but it was too late. Cindy had her and pounced upon her admission. "You, little miss virgin prude, have masturbated in front of people? You're fucking kidding me!" Cindy nearly yelled as she smiled broadly. Andrea just blushed and froze. She'd never told anybody about that and she had never planned on it. "Oh, come on. Don't be all embarrassed," Cindy chided her. "I just told you a bunch of shit and you can't talk about the one time you masturbated in front of some girl? Don't be a pussy, Andrea." "We didn't do it," Andrea said quietly distressed by the fact that her past was now the focus of the conversation. "Well, why not?" Cindy had pressed on, "Come on don't be shy. I was just teasing you. I'm your best friend. I'm not going to make fun of you." "I don't know," Andrea sighed, "She didn't want to." "But you did, huh?" Cindy asked. "Well, yeah," Andrea admitted openly, "It was my idea." "Did you do it anyway?" Cindy pushed the questioning further. The subject intrigued her and turned her on. "No!" Andrea said loudly. "What do you think I am, a perv?" "Apparently," Cindy cracked and Andrea blushed causing Cindy laugh gently at her friend. "Oh, come on. If you're a pervert for wanting to watch a girl masturbate and I actually had sex with her what does that make me?" Cindy said as she leaned over slightly as she put her hand on Andrea's arm. The Babysitters Kimmy was watching from the window in the den, which overlooked the driveway. "He just pulled in, he just pulled in." She squealed as she ran and jumped on the bed. Her blond hair tumbling down her shoulders and her white baby doll pjs seem to float around her. When she landed on the bed, it made a small wave in the water bed and bounced the other two girls causing them all to break into a fit of giggles. Ginger and Diane fell onto the bed, laughing. They were wearing identical baby doll pjs – all three had gone shopping at the mall and bought matching outfits for this night. This night, just like some of their other adventures, had started as a joke. The joking had turned to planning and now, here they were. The three girls were all nervous and not sure where exactly this night would go. They had lied to their parents – each one telling their parents that they were sleeping at the other girl's house. The girls didn't really have to answer to anyone – they were all going to college at the end of the summer. This was their last fling before they had to buckle down and work hard. This was their final adventure together – all three girls had picked different colleges, in different parts of the country. They had planned this for weeks, talked about him for months. The girls had babysat for this family for years. They knew the kids so well and they also knew the family's routine. The mother had taken the three girls to the beach for a week, leaving the dad home alone. Each of them had a school girl crush on him. He was tall, dark and handsome. An average American guy. Black curly hair at the top of his over six-foot frame. Tan from working in the sun on the construction site; and always joking and smiling. He had become the conversation at the lunch table in the cafeteria for the past several years amongst the girls. "Girls, pipe down – we have to listen to see when he is coming up the steps." Ginger warned quietly. "Get under the covers, and pull the covers up to your chins. We don't want him to see what we have on yet." Diane said as she climbed into the bed, fanning her long black hair over the pillow. Ginger jumped in between Diane and Kimmy. They lay there, listening and hearing only the pounding of their hearts in their ears. "He must have gone to check the mail – I haven't heard the front door close yet." Ginger whispered. Diane looked out the picture window across the room from the bed, watching the sun setting. It was late June, the air was still, all the house windows were open as it was an older house and they didn't have air conditioning. Despite the fact that is was rather warm in the room, she had goose bumps on her skin. What if they had read the signals wrong? What if he sent them packing – how humiliating it would be and having to find another summer job would suck. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound two floors below of the front door closing. The girls knew it had only been minutes since he had pulled in the driveway; but it was feeling like hours. They were ready to jump out of their skin – the waiting, the anticipation. The girls froze as they heard him whistling, ascending the stairs. His footsteps took them one step at a time closer to the evening's festivities. Kimmy couldn't contain herself, the giggles overcame her and she tried to contain them in vain – her body shaking causing the waves to roll in the bed again. The waves had a ripple effect not only on the bed but in the girls themselves. Soon all three were shaking with the giggles. His footsteps paused on the landing, his whistling slowing. He had to have heard them. As he pushed open his bedroom door, the laughter could no longer be contained. All three erupted into hysterical laughter as he stepped into the bedroom. "Well, what do we have here?" His brow was furrowed, a slight grin on his face as he looked at them. All three girls sat up at once, the comforter falling from them in seemingly slow motion. Their breasts jiggled as they laughed and their nipples were visible to him through the thin fabric of the lingerie. He looked at their faces, the tears now rolling down their cheeks as they hiccupped and gasped trying to catch their breath. One or two giggled in between the gasps. The setting sun shining reds and yellows, purples and pinks through the picture window and shining on their blonde and black hair. Have I died and gone to heaven he thought? The girls looked at him, standing in the doorway to his bedroom, his briefcase falling from his hands as he heard Ginger say, "Are you going to get undressed and join us? You probably need to be pampered after your hard day at work." She purred. He still was just standing there, staring – his briefcase at his feet. "Let us help him out girls!!" Kimmy said as all three rose from the bed. He watched all three rise, their baby doll pjs only covering to the top of their thighs, their naked legs and bare feet walking towards him. He could see the curves of their calves as they padded closer to him; their white matching panties just barely visible beneath the flowing baby doll tops. Three sets of breasts swinging loose underneath the cotton fabric. Ginger with her short black hair and slender neck. Kimmy with her long blonde hair, curves along her hips and thighs and Diane with her long black hair and larger breasts. In a second there were six hands on him. Unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants. He closed his eyes; this had to be a dream. He had flirted with these girls – but never dreamed they would be really flirting back. He was almost 15 years their senior. His eyes flew open as he felt several hands pulling his jeans down and other hands tugging his shirt down his arms. Soft hands roaming his body, like silk sliding over his skin. Soft, wet lips on him that sent shocks under his skin every place they touched. He stared for a moment at Ginger, her erect nipples holding the material of her baby dolls so it floated around her, he could see the silhouette of her breasts and flat stomach as the light from the picture window shone through her baby dolls. Kimmy kissed him quickly and then all three of them pulled him to the bed. As the girls crawled onto the bed, he saw the open cooler with beer – his beer out of the fridge – chilling by the bed. Diane followed his eyes and pulled a beer from the cooler. She twisted off the cap, he watched the cold water running down her wrist and drip onto the comforter. She held the beer out to him. He looked past the beer, watched her chest rising and falling. "Lay down Mr. Jamison." Ginger's hands in his, pulling him onto the bed. Diane quickly added, "We thought you might like a full body massage after working all day." He laid down on his stomach, pulling a pillow under his folded arms, propping up his chin. Kimmy handed him the cold beer and he took a long pull. What did these girls really expect? He suddenly felt self conscious in his boxers, surrounded by hot, young flesh. He heard movement, the water moving beneath him and the girls moving around him. He jumped slightly as he felt something warm and liquid being dripped onto his upper arms, back, legs and on the soles of his feet. "Relax Mr. Jamison." Whispered one of the girls, her hot breath in his ear. Hands, so many hands on him; rubbed the oil into his skin. The oil warmed on his skin even more as they breathed and touched it. Their hands massaged his shoulder muscles, running down his arms, pressing into his flesh and then massaging back up the base of his skull. More hands on his lower back, starting at the middle of his spine, fingers running out to his sides. Hands massage his aching leg muscles, moving down to his feet and thumbs moving in small circles over his soles. It felt like twenty women in the room instead of just three. He started to relax, the warm oil all over him and hands tracing patterns. "Hope you are enjoying this. We bought a book at the store about massages and have been practicing on each other for a few days." One of the girls giggled – Diane he thought. They had him at "practicing". He felt the hands which now seemed to be moving all the blood to his aroused cock. He was glad he was lying on his stomach. Thoughts of all three of them, naked, rubbing oil on each other to get ready for tonight, kept flashing through his brain. He was still waiting to wake up from this dream. A warm mouth on his ear brought him back to the bed. "Would you like to turn over and rub some oil into us?" Hands on his shoulders pushing and pulling him onto his back, Kimmy climbed onto his thighs. She was openly glancing at his evident erection sticking up in his boxers; and then Diane and Ginger were staring. Diane said, "Pass me the oil please." Diane held the oil high over his torso, dribbling the oil over his chest and down his stomach and all along the edge of his boxers. Ginger tentatively leaned forward and touched his collar bone with the tips of her fingers. They felt like a bird's wings fluttering over his skin. She lightly began rubbing the oil over his chest, Diane's hands joined in as well. The girls' cheeks were red as their fingers pressed harder. Kimmy ran her hands up his hips, dipped her finger into his navel in the oil pooled there. She began to circle his navel with her fingers, forming a wider and wider circle, massaging his stomach. He glanced from one girl to the next, noticing their increased breathing, hardened nipples and flushed faces. He reached up and cupped one of Diane's breasts and one of Ginger's breasts; lightly pulling on their nipples through the thin fabric. "Hmmmmmmmm..." Escaped Diane's lips as she reached across him and pulled Ginger's top over her head. Ginger's smallish, perky breasts fell free of the material. He cupped her breast again, feeling the smooth skin and hard nipple against his hand. As he pinched her nipple, Diane licked the nub between his fingers, her hands planted on his chest as she sucked on Ginger's breast. "Let me have some oil please girls." He said while holding out the hand not attached to Ginger. Diane unlatched her lips from Ginger and slipped her top over her head as Kimmy poured some oil into his palm. He rubbed his hands together as Diane and Ginger helped Kimmy out of her top. Kimmy sat back and watched as he rubbed oil on both of the other girls' breasts. The nipples shining in the fading light as he stroked and fondled them. He felt hands pulling his boxers off as Diane pressed her nipple against his lips. He opened his mouth and felt her nipple on his tongue, the taste of the oil, not all that unpleasant on her skin. Diane blocked his view with her body as he felt heat on his cock. Warm tongues licking up and down both sides of his fully erect cock, making him want to explode right then. He gently pushed Diane away as he pushed himself up on his elbows. Watching the short black hair and long blonde hair draped across his thighs, the feeling of their mouths on him, the saliva leaving trails along the length of his cock. Diane moved down his side, flicking his nipple with her tongue as she took her place across from Ginger. Then there was three. Three tongues and three sets of lips and all those hands caressing him. He has to cum now. "Ahhhh, I can't hold it!" He thrust against them and they responded by licking him faster and harder. Ginger took all of him into her mouth as Kimmy tongued his balls. Diane licked the base of his cock, her tongue finding Kimmy's tongue and then their tongues licked in unison. He came into Ginger's mouth, his hands on the girls, squeezing their flesh as he moaned. Ginger swallowed most of him, as she sat back on her heels he watched some of his spunk run down the sides of her chin. "Mmmmm, that looks good." Kimmy said with a sly smile as she and Diane moved forward and each one licked a corner of her mouth. His tentativeness was gone. He sat up and patted the bed. "Who wants me to taste them first?" Kimmy rolled into the spot he patted lightening fast. As Diane lay down on one side of Kimmy, and Ginger the other, he watched as he ran his fingers up and down Kimmy's thighs, then pulled her panties aside. His eyes moving from her pink pussy lips and light blonde hair, that he could see was already damp, to Diane and Ginger each sucking on Kimmy's tits. The girls all were kissing each other as they played with Kimmy. He placed his hands on the outside of her pinkness and spread her open as he lowered his mouth to her. He licked her, her taste flooding his mouth. He fucked her with his tongue as he reached his hands up on either side of her until he felt the other girls. He pushed their legs apart and slid a finger under their panties and into each one as he felt Kimmy pressing into his face. He couldn't tell who was moaning and making the noises; he could only taste pussy and feel the wetness against his fingers. As Kimmy came on his face he fucked the other two faster and faster. His arms aching from the position he was lying in; until they caught up with their girlfriend and orgasmed one after the other. He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking at the heap of panting, womanly flesh lying in his bed. He licked first one finger and then the other to taste all of them in his mouth at once. Their flavors mingled in his mouth, he smiled as Kimmy opened her eyes. He looked between her legs, her wetness dripping onto the bed. He felt his cock under him rebounding from the group blow job. He stood and plucked another beer from the cooler. He drank half of it as he turned on a light by the bed and looked toward the picture window. The sun had fallen from the sky and twilight was outside his window, casting soft shadows on flesh. The girls disentangled themselves from each other. He cracked beers for everyone and then all sat drinking and laughing on the bed. "So whose idea was this?" He asked with a smile. Diane giggled. Ginger blushed and Kimmy spoke. "It was a combined effort. We have all watched you for a while." "We flirted forever I think, and you didn't notice." Diane laughed. Kimmy drained her beer, stood and walked to him. "So, did you settle for the blow job or might you want more?" Kimmy asked as she stood and climbed onto his lap straddling him. Her kiss was cool, her mouth tasted like beer. Kimmy felt his erection throbbing against her panties. Her naked breasts rubbed against his oil slicked chest. They slide against each other as he slid his hands down her back and into her panties, gripping her ass. He felt someone nibbling at his ear lobes and he turned his head as Ginger kissed his mouth. Kimmy and Diane were kissing. He watched them kiss. Diane slipped her hands in Kimmy's long, blonde hair, pulling her further into her so she could kiss her deeper. He felt his erection at full attention again. "On your knees, face down, on the edge of the bed. All three of you, right next to each other." Kimmy rolled off him as he stood. Ginger kissed him as she crawled onto the edge of the bed. All three girls knelt on the bed. Their wriggling asses and milky skin wait to be touched. He walked up behind them; his hands shaking. "Sir, should we get undressed or do you want to do that?" Ginger asked in a soft, sexy voice. "I will undress you." He said. He stepped behind Diane and hooked his fingers in the top of her baby doll bottoms and slid them over her ass and down her thighs. He gently pushed her down on the bed. He stared for a moment at her beautiful round ass – waiting - she was waiting for him to slide his hard cock into her! He looked at Kimmy who had her face slightly turned to him; she drew in a breath and pulled her shoulders back, her breasts pushed out even further. He moved behind her, placed his palm on her lower back and pushed her down onto the bed. She moaned slightly as he pulled her bottoms down to her knees. It was all he could do to contain himself as he looked from Diane's waiting body to Kimmy's. He ran his hands through Kimmy's long blond hair, pulling it into a ponytail and continued to move down her back, caressing her backside. He paused for a moment, already feeling the cum building inside him. If he touched her could he hold it back? He had to know how she felt. He touched the inside of her thighs, she moaned softly again. Diane and Ginger were both watching, nervous smiles on their faces. He moved his hands and touched her outer lips. She shivered as his fingers slide between them, her heat radiating against his skin. He pulled his hands away and could smell her scent, her wetness glistening on his hands. He moved over to Ginger. Her head was turned towards him and he put his hand on the side of her head and kissed her. She responded back, her mouth hot on his. "I have to tell you something." Ginger murmured. The other two girls giggled, obviously knowing what she would say. "You have to take it slow with me; I am still a virgin – unlike the other two." She said with a wicked smile, looking directly into his eyes as she spoke. Diane and Kimmy began laughing as Ginger said, "Kidding, I'm just kidding." His breathe caught in is chest. He froze again; staring at her soft lips that had just spoken to him. He watched as Kimmy pulled Ginger face down onto the bed. Ginger reached back and pulled her own panties to her knees. All three girls' flesh glowed in the soft light, on his bed. He looked from one to the other, trying to quickly decide in which girl he wanted to slide his hard, throbbing cock into first. He moved and stood between Diane's legs. She arched her back, squirming as he placed his hands on her ass. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down, feeling how hot and wet she was, how ready she was for his cock. She pressed back with her body as he pushed forward and slide into her. She threw her head back as she moaned. He began slowly, thrusting into her. She picked up the pace rocking back into him. "God you are so hot." He said aloud. He moved a hand to Kimmy's slit. He felt her fingers already toying with her clit. He pressed two fingers into her and watched as Kimmy and Diane rocked in unison; one impaled on his cock and one impaled on his fingers. He looked to Ginger's cunt and saw her hands already between her legs as well. He felt his orgasm building too quickly. He pulled out of Diane and stepped behind Kimmy. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and licked her opening. He ran his tongue along her entire slit, from her clit slowly all the way up the crack of her ass. She quivered as he touched the head of his cock to her wet opening. He held still, waiting to control himself a bit more. Kimmy pushed back hard, hitting his thighs with her ass. She began riding his cock like a porn star. "Fuck - me - Mr. - Jamison, - fuck - me - faster." She said one word at a time in between filling her cunt with his cock. As she continued to ride him, he placed one hand on each of the other girls. He strummed their clits as he wriggled his fingers into them. Soon all three girls were moaning and fucking parts of him. Sweat ran down his back, part from the fucking and part from trying to restrain his impending orgasm. Kimmy began fucking his cock faster and harder as she moaned with every buck. He thrust into her hard as she screamed and grabbed the sheets, popping the ends of the fitted sheet off the bed. She pressed her ass into him and he could feel her cunt grabbing at his cock with her orgasm. He quickly pulled out. His head was going to blow off. He couldn't hold it back. His heart was racing. Kimmy collapsed on her side, her blonde hair covering most of her breast; he could see her nipple moving in and out between the strands of hair as her ribs rose and fell with her breathing. Diane kissed her gently. "Ginger's turn." He said as he moved between her feet. She moved her feet up and down against the outside of his legs. He ran his hands from her feet up to her thighs. He traced his finger tips along her inner thighs. Touched her between her legs and smiled as he felt the total smoothness there, she was completely shaved. He stroked the soft skin, touched the tip of her crevasse, brushing her clit with his fingers. Her entire body twitched with his touch. The Babysitters His cock throbbed against her thigh. His pre-cum glistened there. He slowly eased the head of his cock into her. Leaning back and watching it disappear into her tight velvet cunt. He stopped and felt his cock throb and her pussy tighten with each jerk of his cock. He pulled out of her and then slide half way in again and stopped. He knew if she rode him like Kimmy had he would cum instantly. He pressed his entire length into her as he bent over her. His body shaped on hers and whispered into her ear, "Slow pretty girl, take me slow." He moved slowly in and out of her, pulling all the way out with each stroke. The cool air hitting him and then the contrast of her heat as he re-entered her was driving him crazy, even at the slow pace. Kimmy's hand disappeared under Ginger's swaying tits. Her head came up fast as she turned to look at Kimmy. He could see her flushed face as her hair moved back and forth on her cheek. He felt Diane's hands slide between his legs from the back and fingers on either side of his cock as he pounded Ginger. "I can't hold it back any longer." He said loudly as he pulled out of Ginger. He stroked his cock one more time as he shot his cum all over Ginger's ass, Kimmy's chest and Diane's hands. Diane rubbed his essence into Ginger as he watched Kimmy's hands rubbing him over her chest. He turned and collapsed on his back on the bed next to the girls. "You girls are trying to kill me I think." He muttered breathlessly. The response was rolling waves on his bed and giggles from the girls. "Can we get you anything Mr. Jamison?" Diane asked. "I'll take another beer from my bitches." He said with a laugh. Special thanks to my editor!! thanks for the votes. The Babysitters Cindy simply brought her hand out from behind her back to reveal a plastic baggy containing three fat joints. Andrea thought she knew what it was, but she wasn't sure. Cindy obviously wasn't going to tell her. "Is that." Andrea began and stopped not wanting to ask a stupid question. "Weed?" Cindy finished for her as she watched Andrea's eyes light up with intrigued astonishment. "Yep." "That's illegal, Cindy. Where the hell did you get that?" Andrea asked with a mix of fear and curiosity. Like any normal, American kid she'd heard of marijuana. She knew it was supposed to be bad and evil and all that. She half expected it to jump out of the bag and steal her soul despite the fact that it was just three little cigarettes in a thin plastic bag. "So?" came the flippant response from Cindy as she opened the bag and pulled a joint out. "So? We'll get in trouble!" Andrea said in worried whisper. Cindy just smiled knowingly at her na‹ve friend. "Only if we get caught," Cindy said in her usual unworried tone, "Just open the window a little bit and stick a blanket under the door. It's just weed. It's not like you're going to go crazy and stay up all night seeing demons flying around your head. At worst you'll fall asleep. Don't be a sissy, Andrea. It`s not like your mom is going to come busting in the door. She isn`t even home." Cindy knew which buttons to push to get the desired reaction from Andrea. Andrea's look of fearful shock was quickly replaced by defiant anger at the idea that she was a sissy. Just because she was from the suburbs didn't mean she was some pampered, sheltered bitch. "I'm not a sissy." Andrea said. "Then let's smoke this," Cindy responded, knowing she won. "Fine, but you have to open the window," Andrea conceded. "Ok. No problem. You have to jam something under the door," Cindy said as she got up to open the window. "Oh, I have some incense, too. That'll help with the smell." Both girls completed their minor tasks. Cindy cracked the window just a bit feeling the cool breeze against her skin. She then placed a stick of incense in the incense holder and lit the stick of nag champa. Andrea just shoved as much of her comforter as she could into the space under the door. She was still pushing on it with her feet trying to get it perfect when Cindy said "Good enough, let's light this thing." Cindy wasted no time lighting the joint once Andrea joined her on the bed. Andrea watched her friend closely as she touched the fire to the tip of the rolled smoke and it caught fire for a second as Cindy puffed it once letting the smoke roll out of her mouth. She brought the burning end close to her mouth and blew out the flame with a cloud of white smoke before returning the unlit end to her lips and taking a long, slow drag and then handed the joint to Andrea. "How do you. you know. smoke it?" asked Andrea shyly as she held the joint like it was bloody knife or an armed hand grenade. Cindy almost laughed and was forced to exhale hurriedly to avoid a coughing fit. She stopped herself when she saw the hurt look on Andrea's face. "You just suck on it, kind of like a straw and then you inhale the smoke in your mouth. Don't suck on to long or you'll get too much smoke and you cough your ass off," said Cindy. Andrea did as she was told. The weed had an odd, skunky smell to it which, if Andrea had ever smoked before, would have told her that this was fairly decent smoke. It tasted funny, not bad, but nothing like she expected. She puffed and then she inhaled. "Now hold it in for a minute," Cindy said as soon as she noticed Andrea had inhaled. "This is something you have to savor." Andrea again did as she was told as she passed the joint back to Cindy. She held the hit as long as she could. Just as Cindy was finishing up her hit Andrea exhaled with a series of coughs. Cindy held the joint out to her as she started to recover. For her first time smoking Andrea was doing quite well. "Good job," Cindy said as she slowly exhaled her second hit, "First time I smoked I coughed so much I puked. You're lucky this is good smoke." "Really?" Andrea said as she held the joint in her hand and examined it. "Well, it isn't the best, but it's better than some," Cindy said as she watched Andrea examine the joint as it slowly burned. "Hey, don't study it. Smoke it." "Huh?" Andrea said before she suddenly remembered what she was doing. She was already starting to feel the effects of the pot. "Oh, sorry." The girls continued to pass the joint back and forth until it was down to a tiny, little roach that Andrea dropped on her bed after it burned the tip of her fingers. Cindy picked it up and set on the incense holder as Andrea started laughing like a moron at nothing in particular. Cindy knew what this meant: Andrea was stoned. "Feeling pretty good?" Cindy asked she laid down on her side, her right arm propping up her head as she stared at Andrea's back with a wicked smirk on her face. Andrea turned and noticed Cindy laying on her side and decided that looked comfortable and laid down on her back still chuckling softly. She knew she'd just been asked a question, but she'd already forgotten what it was. "I guess that's a yes," Cindy said softly as she reached out and began to gently run her fingers along the soft skin of Andrea's arm. It felt so good just to touch her friend anywhere. She was already getting wet. She just couldn't take waiting much longer. "What?" the gentle skin contact on her arm brought Andrea back down just enough to remember that Cindy was talking to her. The fact that she was all touching her didn't bother her so much. In fact, the contact felt nice. "Do you like the weed?" Cindy asked as she continued to allow her fingers to trace little circles on Andrea's skin. "I guess," came the wary response from Andrea. "I feel a little. I don't know. weird?" "Good weird or bad weird?" Cindy said as she casually scoot a little bit closer to her friend and allowed her free hand to land on Andrea's smooth, t-shirt covered tummy. Andrea didn't react. She just smiled as she kept eye contact with Cindy. "Good weird, definitely," she giggled as she rolled over on her side too facing Cindy as Cindy's hand went with the flow until it rested on Andrea's waist just above her hips. The girls faces were less than a foot apart as they stared each other down. Almost subconsciously Andrea brought her hand up to Cindy's panty clad before absent mindedly allowing to slide down and forward pulling up Cindy's t-shirt just a little bit as her fingers dragged across it. "I'm glad you liked it," Cindy said, her voice getting quieter as she began to find her harder and harder to keep herself from jumping on top of Andrea. Her hand was now beginning to slowly meander under the bottom of Andrea's t-shirt to softly caress the soft skin they lay underneath. Again Andrea barely seemed to notice. Andrea, for her part, was playing with the edge of Cindy's t-shirt with her fingers occasionally brushing against Cindy's belly. The light touch was almost too much. It both tickled and aroused Cindy. She just couldn't take it anymore. Andrea had been staring at her with that cute, little smile on her face for what seemed like an eternity even though it had only been a hand full of seconds. She just had to do something. So she kissed Andrea. It was a quick kiss. Just a light peck on the lips. A test, if you will, to see if she was reading the situation correctly. This was nothing new to their friendship, but she knew how sensitive Andrea was to her advances. Some days she could do no wrong, others it was best to keep her hands to herself. But after last weekend she just had to have more or she'd die. "What was that?" Andrea said in almost a whisper. Her smile was still there, but she had a scared look in her eyes. She always had that look when Cindy did these kind of things. "Nothing. I just think you're beautiful. Did you like it?" Cindy asked as her began to work a little higher up Andrea's side pushing the up along with her. "Yeah, it was nice, but." Andrea started to say. "Good," Cindy said before she kissed Andrea again. This time she added a little more passion. Andrea was stuck between knowing she shouldn't be letting this happen and knowing that it felt so right. It always felt right when Cindy kissed her. That's what scared her so much. She knew that for some reason she wasn't quite sure of this. It was supposed to be wrong. But it wasn't. It was oh so right. While Andrea's mind debated the issue briefly her body had already made it's mind. When Cindy's tongue gently begged her lips for entrance her lips parted with asking permission from her brain. When Cindy's body shifted as if she wanted to lay atop her Andrea's body again acquiesced without a conscious thought. The feel of that soft, warm tongue dancing with her own, the soft, warm body pressed tightly against her own. It was the stuff of dreams. Andrea's hands began to slowly, then more urgently explore the silky skin of her friends back and butt cheeks. She squeezed and stroked the softly yielding flesh as Cindy did the same to her. Both girls were now openly moaning into each others mouths. Their passion was quickly getting the better of them as pushed and pulled against cloth to grab more skin. "God, we got to get out of these clothes," Cindy said as she broke the kiss and sat up quickly. With a almost violent urgency she quickly discarded her t-shirt revealing her thin, sleek frame to Andrea's adoring eyes. With equal speed she worked her panties off and threw across the room. She grabbed the waist band on Andrea's panties and pulled them down with an equal urgency. "Sit up, sweetie," Cindy said to Andrea and Andrea obeyed in a daze. Cindy made quick work of Andrea's t-shirt and in an instant the girl's were again locked in sweet embrace. Now there was nothing in the way and both girls instantly felt the difference. Hands continued to explore as tongues intermingled between the girls open mouths, but soft, firm bellies slid against each other as legs intertwined and breasts pressed against each other, hard nipples electrified by the contact. The small room was alive with the sounds of bedsprings squeaking and the girls impassioned groans as the girls' thighs found their way between each others' legs. The feel of Cindy's firm thigh pressed up against her now sopping wet pussy and throbbing clit was better than Andrea could've ever imagined as she began to instinctively grind her sex against the soft muscle. Cindy did the same to Andrea's now slick leg and soon the bed springs were squeaking even louder than before as the girls began to fuck each other like animals. This had not been the plan, but Cindy went with it, enjoying the feeling of the friction as she began to sweat from exertion as she humped Andrea's thigh wildly. Even though the girls mouths were locked together in a lusty kiss their moans still filled the room with sound of their lovemaking, but as the friction began to build and the feeling began to overwhelm both girls the kiss was broken and nothing could block the sounds any longer. "Oh god," Cindy grunted as grabbed Andrea's hands and pinned them behind her head while she pounded her cunt against her friend's thigh. Andrea couldn't even form words as her own hips gyrated wildly against Cindy. She was already beginning to feel her orgasm building inside of her. She'd never felt any like this before. This intense, this violent, this good. She was totally out of control. Her body was doing it all for her and she couldn't care less. "I'm coming, Andrea," Cindy said between panting grunts as her thrusting hips somehow managed to kick it up another notch. "Oh fuck! Oh fucking." She stopped talking as the orgasm finally reached the surface and her body was filled with warm ecstasy. Her animal grunt was like music to Andrea's ears as her back arched and she felt her own rush of pleasure course between her body and mind while Cindy still held her pinned to the bed. Cindy's mouth found its way to Andrea's again as Cindy collapsed on top of her best friend as her first orgasm subsided. She released Andrea's arms and they instantly found their way to Cindy's backside to knead the soft flesh as both girls attacked each others mouths with renewed hunger. This was going much better than Cindy could have possibly dreamed. Things were moving so fast she almost worried that it was a dream. If it was she had no plans of waking up anytime soon. Not until she got a chance to eat the sweet, wet pussy that was still softly grinding against her now slick leg. First, she had to slow this down a bit before it became too much. Somewhat reluctantly she broke the kiss and began to work her way down Andrea's sweat slick body placing sweet kisses and bites of every inch of skin she could all while Andrea moaned her approval. A few kisses on Andrea's thin, long neck, some bites on her shoulders and then back to nibble on those cute, little ears. She wanted to taste every bit of her. Slowly her back down again until she reached Andrea's beautiful, small breasts and teasingly kissed the valley between them before slowly working her lips and tongue up one and then the other carefully avoiding the already painfully hard nipples. Andrea groaned her disapproval as she looked down glassy eyed at Cindy. Cindy giggled lightly before gently blowing on one the taut buds causing Andrea to groan again as her back arched in torturous pleasure. Cindy giggled again before taking pity on Andrea and gently nibbling on the poor girl's nipple. Andrea continued to groan as Cindy began to suck on the taut bud. Andrea's hands found their way to Cindy's head to run her fingers lovingly through her black hair and to make sure she didn't change her mind. She loved the sensations that were coming from Cindy's gentle suckling. Gently biting down on Andrea's nipples Cindy reveled in the reaction she got from her best friend. Andrea wiggled and moaned so deliciously with even the slightest manipulation of her sensitive body. Every swirl of Cindy's tongue, every light caress on her back it all brought a reaction from Andrea. Patiently Cindy kissed her way over to her friends other breast to give it the same loving treatment. She could smell the hazelnut body wash that Andrea cleaned herself with everyday mixing with the salty taste of her sweat. Like candy only so much better. "Fuck, Cindy," Andrea said between pants in a weak voice, "That feels so good." Cindy just groaned in response not wanting to break away from her loving attentions on Andrea's nipples for even second. Not yet at least. For Andrea this was an entirely new experience. No one has ever paid this much attention to her breasts. The few times she had made out with boys it had always been a lesson in adolescent male clumsiness. All hands, no concentration. This was entirely different. She felt like she could just lie there in her bed and let Cindy devour her breasts until the end of all time without a single regret. If she died right now she'd die happy. With another gentle bite on Andrea's tender nipple Cindy finally began to work her way down once more. Andrea groaned, almost disappointed that her poor breasts were no longer the center of attention until she realized where her friend was heading. Her own fingers quickly found their way to her breasts to take Cindy's place as she watched with great anticipation as Cindy kissed her way down Andrea's body. Patience guided Cindy's every movement as she kissed her down Andrea's waifish body. Licking gently at her rib's as Andrea exposed them by arching her back. Going down further, she kissed and nibbled at the soft, sensitive skin of her friends belly eliciting little laughing squeals from Andrea. She received the same reward as she licked around the cute, little belly button she found in the middle of that smooth tummy. Andrea's eyes widen as saw Cindy work her way closer and closer to her center. When Cindy softly bit the sensitive skin of her inner thigh Andrea let out a long groan. It all felt so good. She couldn't even imagine what that mouth would feel like on her pussy. Cindy had finally found her way to her final destination and wasted no more time. With a long lick she got her taste of Andrea's tangy pussy. Both girls moaned in unison as Andrea's hips bucked involuntarily. Cindy grabbed on to her friend's thighs to spread them wide as she began devouring Andrea's pussy in earnest. Andrea's body jerking involuntarily as Cindy's tongue swirled around her throbbing clit and then licked down her slit before delving into Andrea's depths. Cindy's mouth seemed to engulf her entire sex. Her soft, warm tongue and sucking lips showed no mercy. Andrea was finding it struggle to keep herself from screaming out in joy as her fingers tweaked her nipples hard and she stared down at Cindy as she quickly worked her towards her second orgasm of the night. "Oh, Cindy," Andrea panted as she brought one of her hands down to hold Cindy's head, "Oh god. so good. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop!" Cindy had no intention of stopping now. Not even god himself came threw the door and condemned to hell. Nothing mattered right now besides making Andrea scream her name as she covered Cindy's face with her sweet, sticky nectar. It was quickly becoming apparent that she wouldn't have much longer to wait. "I'm gonna. I'm gonna.," Andrea started to pant out before her body suddenly went rigid, her hips raised off of the bed and a long bellowing groan escaped her lungs as she came harder then she had ever believed possible. She nearly passed out as all sound went dead and stars flashed on and off before her eyes while Cindy made sure she didn't miss a single lick. Andrea's hands helped her out with a grip Cindy would've thought impossible from someone so small in she hadn't known better. Andrea was feeling a level of bliss she had never dreamed possible before tonight. Just as she was feeling herself coming down she felt that warm rush fill her being one more time. This time there was no holding on to Cindy's head, no attempt at speaking. She was just quaking pile of girl jelly. Nothing but pure bliss filled her soul as she passed out. When she awoke seconds later Cindy was planting sticky kisses all over her face as she lay on top of her friend laughing gently. The look on Cindy's face as she noticed Andrea had returned to the land of the living showed her pride just as Andrea's weak smile showed her gratitude. The girls kissed and Andrea tasted herself for the first time on Cindy's lips and tongue. It was divine. The girls kissed and tenderly explored each others bodies for awhile as Andrea regained her senses. This feeling was so right. There was no confusion, no fear left in Andrea. Cindy's sweat soaked body pressed tightly against her own as they shared a passionate kiss was the most natural thing in the world. She didn't quite know if she was a lesbian, but she was absolutely certain that she wasn't straight. With minimal effort Andrea rolled Cindy onto her back without breaking the kiss. She knew she wanted to return the favor Cindy had granted her, but she wanted to enjoy their kiss just a little bit longer. Those soft lips, that warm tongue meshing with her own felt too good. She felt like she had all the time in the world. Finally, she broke the kiss and started to work her way down Cindy's body. She tried her best to imitate the patience of her loving friend, but the knowledge of her task was too much for her over stimulated mind to bear. Still, she tried her best and Cindy was more than satisfied with the results. A few gentle kisses on Cindy's long neck and wet trail of licking kisses down her friends chest and Andrea was planting gentle kisses on the soft mounds of Cindy's breasts. Cindy's hand quickly found it's way to the back of Andrea's head to stroke her soft blonde hair as she cooed her appreciation when Andrea placed her first tentative kiss on Cindy's diamond hard nipple.