17 comments/ 32983 views/ 26 favorites A Snowball Running Ch. 01 By: LesbianChickLit Fair Warning: Very slow (especially for me). No sex in this chapter. * "Gretchen? Wendy?" Rian blinked her blue eyes and shook her chestnut tresses, trying to wrap her head around the scene before her. The kind brunette had walked in on her girlfriend of nearly four years being eaten out by their mutual friend. Rian should have been livid and screaming, but stood in a numbed calm instead. "I'll come back for my stuff tomorrow and leave my key." Their relationship had suffered over Rian's senior year of college at Arizona State. The pretty coed's preoccupation with school, Gretchen's other "slips" and resentful guilt, and a bad case of LBD all combined into a terrible living situation. Between the crying and yelling, Rian didn't even like the person Gretchen had become. She should have sallied forth months earlier. Loyal to a fault, the senior told herself to hang in there until graduation to reevaluate. Six weeks early, Rian's decision was made for her. Cheating with a friend in their bed pushed her too far. Wendy, to her credit, had enough grace to stand silently with cum dripping down her chin. Gretchen shrieked dramatically, following Rian into the hall as she left and shouting, "How can you just throw us away? This is your fault too, you know? You'll never find anyone else who'll love you, and you'll be lonely forever," among other hurtful darts at Rian's retreating back. Sadly, Rian believed most of them. A wave of relief washed over the beautiful brunette anyway as Rian closed the door to their apartment complex. She made two phone calls on her way to an extended stay motel. First, to Shauna, Wendy's girlfriend and also a friend, to unfortunately ruin their seemingly happy relationship and leave Shauna a crying mess running to her mother's. Rian realized then that their intimate circle of friends would never recover from the two foundational couples crumbling. Second, Rian called to accept a previously unthinkable job offer in Oklahoma. Six depressing, rudderless and friendless weeks of college later, she took her last final, skipped the graduation ceremony, and lit out for Podunk, OK. Rian did well in her new career and joined the company softball team as a kickass third baseman. The feminine tomboy made some guy friends at 3rd & Long - the local sports bar - and eventually convinced them that she really was gay and to stop hitting on her. (Though teasing for being a D-Backs fan remained constant.) The guys were great, but she missed having a circle of female friends. Loneliness took root beside her Gretchen-induced numbness, but she prided herself on not playing World of Warcraft or adopting a cat with only a cute surname and title. (Sgt. Fuzzyboots and Ms. Fattymagoo both crossed her mind.) Rian decided not to date either. After only a couple of high school kisses and a few dates in college with other women, she'd u-hauled with her ex as an 18 year-old virgin. At 22, Rian rationalized that she needed to "develop as an individual" on her own. The softhearted girl denied even to herself that she really just feared becoming hopelessly mired for another four soul-crushing years if she dared to go on another date. There were plenty of opportunities; a gay bar just 30 miles away in the next large town, apparently every citizen of OK has at least one single lesbian cousin, and Rian has the kind of looks and figure that turn heads just walking down the street. Thankfully, Rian's obliviousness, affectionate nature, and lack of gaydar protected her from the more subtle flirting of most southern women, so she only rarely had to reject anyone. Until Alicia. Alicia was certainly actively looking for someone to be in a relationship with, but had been too picky to settle of late. None of the blind dates, fix ups, or random encounters led to anything serious (though with her charm and All-American good looks, the statuesque blonde of 25 attracted plenty and dated often.) As a silver lining, her weekends were free for football. She innocently returned to the sports bar - and its 99% male or married clientele - for the first pregame. Alicia hadn't been to 3rd & Long since the Superbowl and saw a few new faces when she walked back into the bar, Rian's being far and away the most interesting. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey," Alicia leaned in and mock-pleaded with the bartender, "Tell me the sexy brunette's gay. Or at least bi?" "Weeeeeell, I got good news and bad for ya," Mike answered, "Rian claims t' be one of your'n t' all the guys, but we ain't never seen her with a girl neither. She shot down every body hittin' on her, ding dong and hoo hah alike. Says she just wants t' watch the game." "I can work with that, Mike." Alicia answered and took her Sam Adams with a grin. She walked over to the alluring brunette watching her baseball game, deciding to take a friendly approach rather than using a line and being rebuffed immediately. "Pretty bold of you to wear a Diamond Backs tee-shirt in Podunk, OK." Alicia joked and turned her grin on Rian. "Yeah, well," Rian looked up mid-derisive retort, the barb sticking in her throat when she saw the beautiful blonde knockout smiling at her, "they're my team and loyalty's important," she finished lamely. "So long as you don't wear a Cardinals jersey. You're deep in Cowboy country here." Alicia's smile widened further as she took the barstool next to the slightly-blushing brunette. Alicia recognized the attraction in those big blue eyes, but also recognized Rian's fighting it. "No. Well yeah, I guess they're my team too. I don't really follow football though." Rian - not acknowledging the instant affinity she felt as anything more than friendly -- just knew she wanted badly not to offend the lovely blonde woman with the laughing brown eyes. "Really? I guess I'd avoid being a football fan too, assuming my home team was forever doomed to lose to the Cowboys by the NFC Championship ," Conversely, Alicia very much wanted to goad Rian. It worked. "Hey, the Cardinals have been to the playoffs twice as often as the Cowboys in the past five years, got just as far as they did the year they went, and saw a Superbowl. When was the last time the Cowboys made the Superbowl?" Rian defended faithfully, tossing her hair and finishing her drink. "Not a fan, huh?" Alicia laughed with achievement. "I might be a bit of a fan," Rian admitted, finally realizing she was being teased. "I'm Alicia," The poised blonde introduced herself, taking Rian's hand and not shaking it. "Rian," The shy brunette couldn't ignore the involuntary spark that raced up her arm when their hands met or that Alicia held her hand entirely too long for a new acquaintance, "But, I should be going soon." "Aw, don't run off just because of a little harmless teasing," Alicia taunted, not releasing Rian's hand, "Let me buy you another drink by way of apology." "No, really, I should quit drinking and go," Rian answered, retracting her hand and scouring her mind for a decent excuse to leave three hours before she intended, "I have work tomorrow." "It's 6pm, honey. I think it'll wear off in time," The flirtatious blonde asserted, "Hey Mike, get my new friend Rian and me another round." They watched the end of the baseball game, Alicia consoling and baiting Rian by turn as the Red Sox shut out the Diamondbacks. Rian stood to leave. "C'mon. You're not leaving already?" Alicia cajoled, "I watched your team lose with you, the least you can do is watch mine win with me." Rian stuck out her tongue, but sat back down. Alicia laughed at the cute brunette's response and decided that provoking the all-to-literal Rian was the most fun she'd had in weeks. Alicia gloated so thoroughly over the Cowboys' only touchdown in the first quarter that a peevish Rian said that she bet the Dolphins would win. Liking the idea of a bet, Alicia upped the ante. "You want to put your money where your mouth is?" Alicia egged Rian on. "Sure," Rian answered, "20 bucks on the Dolphins." "Naw, actual money's no fun," Alicia returned, playful and sly, "I'll do you one better. Loser buys the winner dinner at Applebee's tomorrow." "Done," Rian answered, only belatedly realizing she'd agreed to a date. A bit subdued at her folly, Rian watched the rest of the game without challenging Alicia's team pride. Alicia, really winning the bet either way, was still happy at Dallas' win. "Tomorrow at 8 okay for you? Or you can just announce to the bar how awesome the Cowboys are. I'd accept that in lieu of dinner." Alicia asked with twinkling eyes, giving Rian an egress. She'd tricked her into a date for the sake of getting to know the reserved woman better, but had no intention of strongarming her. "8 sounds fine. I'm no welcher," Rian agreed again, reasoning that she could simply let the gorgeous blonde down easy and politely at dinner. "Good," Alicia laid her hand on Rian's for a moment and then left the bar. Rian had a warm buzz all over from drinking the better part of a six-pack, but distinctly felt the lingering heat of Alicia's hand on hers long after leaving the bar. At Applebee's the next night, Rian spent the first half hour of dinner waiting for a "move" from Alicia. Then she grew relaxed and distracted talking. Alicia told Rian about her exes and drew out Rian's story. They laughed over small town life. Alicia invited Rian to see a movie with her later in the week. Desert was cleared after a wonderful meal, but still no overture had come. Rian concluded that she'd misread the signs and just enjoyed having a new friend. The non-couple went to numerous dinners, lunches, and ice creams over the next few weeks. And to movies, shopping, 3rd & Long, high school games, and each other's houses. The move never was made, confounding Rian. Alicia would be flirty with Rian without flirting. Compliments on her appearance and personality were given freely. Alicia would touch her hand, shoulder, or knee in conversation. There were affectionate hugs and chaste kisses upon greetings, farewells, and news. Once, when Alicia leaned in to brush loose strands of chestnut hair from her face in gentle strokes, Rian closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, waiting for the surefire kiss that disappointingly didn't come. Rian had exchanged her numbness and loneliness for their new friendship and the torch she carried for Alicia, although she tried to reason away her unwanted romantic feelings as imagined. Yet even Rian's entrenched obliviousness couldn't protect her from the heated chemistry in every touch, the sexual tension of their eye contact, and the indefinable nuances of reciprocated desire. But Alicia acted contented with their platonic camaraderie and never pressed for a more intimate relationship, so Rian's fear of losing a friend by rejecting her became a fear of losing a friend by being rejected. The frustrated brunette tried dropping subtle hints, and then increasingly less subtle hints that began bordering on undignified. She started dressing with an eye to pleasing Alicia. (Not with low-cut tops or miniskirts, but jeans that Alicia complimented were put more heavily into rotation and hairstyles she favored were worn more frequently.) The usually carefree tomboy conscientiously chose makeup and perfumes for when they would meet. She kept the AC on unnecessarily at her house, so that they could cuddle under the only afghan while watching movies. All to no apparent reaction from Alicia. Alicia, for her part, understood and sympathized with what her friend was working through, but purposefully did nothing to encourage or discourage the growing infatuation. About eight games into the regular season, Rian decided that she must act. And, having made that decision, did nothing. Not for lack of trying. The first time, she purposed to bring it up at the bar, but choked. She got extremely drunk the next time, - thinking to loosen her tongue -- but ended up so sloshed that embarrassingly Alicia had to take her home and put her to bed like a child. Like Sam-I-Am, she tried various locations and props. After a month, she'd only managed to confess her love to Alicia's cat, Miss Kitty-Fantastico. Eventually, Rian resolved that she had to build the most romantic and intimate setting she could envision in order to force herself to risk the most valued relationship in her life. Rian invited Alicia over for a home-cooked meal. Then burnt the duck in her distraction and served Chinese takeout. But she laid a tablecloth with a vase of red roses, lit copious candles with unfortunately conflicting scents, and played a soft mix of R&B songs. She wore a sexy little red dress for the occasion that may have been more trashy than seductive. The intent behind the amateurish effort pleased Alicia, though she was forced to carry the conversation as Rian brooded and fumbled through a number of false starts. They'd both finished eating and a dejected Rian remained burdened. "Do you want to go to the living room?" Alicia asked, stuck between compassion and amusement at Rian's plight, like when Miss Kitty-Fantastico was bested and trapped by a particularly cunning sweater. "Sure," a regrouping Rian answered, "Do you wanna watch a movie?" "Or we could just sit for a while," Alicia said over her shoulder as she walked into Rian's living room. They sat on the sofa in silence, hand-in-hand. Rian stared at their intertwined fingers, feeling the same pleasant warmth at Alicia's touch and knitting her brows intensely in decision. With a deep breath and exhaling snort, Rian turned to Alicia. She tentatively brought the fingertips of her free hand to Alicia's mouth and gently traced around the edges, losing her place slightly as one corner drew up into a lopsided smile. Meeting no resistance, Rian bent forward, replacing her fingertips with her lips in a speculative brush that graduated into an open-mouth kiss as Alicia's full lips responded. The cautious brunette -- doubting her luck -- pulled away more quickly than Alicia liked, especially after the farsighted blonde had waited so very long for a first kiss. "Is that okay?" Rian questioned, as though she'd declared her love. "Okay? Honey, I thought you'd never get up the nerve to kiss me." Alicia assured. She reclaimed Rian's mouth and had gained entrance with her tongue when Rian broke off again. Her head stayed tilted and Alicia identified the same face Miss Kitty-Fantastico makes at the formerly dangerous sweater once she's escaped it. "Wait, you knew I was attracted to you?" "Since the evening we met." "And you wanted me too?" "Yes." "Then...why?" "Because," Alicia answered, caressing the curve of Rian's face as she had longed to do since she had met the once-bitten woman, "you needed to seduce me." A Snowball Running Ch. 02 Continuation of A Snowball Running. Includes graphic lesbian sex and some sports references. Alicia watched Miss Kitty-Fantastico run into the sliding glass door in an attempt to chase a bird. The cat stalked back and forth in frustrated confusion. Her mind flashed back involuntarily to Rian trying to get under her shirt directly after their first kiss the night before, although she also wondered whether it was wrong to compare the woman she was dating to her lovably dunderheaded cat. That past evening - after a determined Rian finally found her nerve - their steamy makeout session had continued for what felt like hours on Rian's comfy couch under the afgan. Tentativeness gave way to passion and wet tongues explored the unknown territory of familiar mouths. Rian's hands went naturally to Alicia's shirt hem for "the next step." Rian's eagerness pleased Alicia, but she still halted her younger would-be lover's wandering hands. The brunette repeated her effort to remove Alicia's shirt, and - once again - the blonde stopped her. Rian's kissing lips pouted. Alicia couldn't help laughing at her cuteness in disappointment. "Honey, if candles were all it took to get into my blouse, they'd have been much more popular with the boys at my high school." Rian crooked an eyebrow. Her only previous relationship had progressed from meeting, to a first date, to Gretchen's bed, and to breakfast together in less than 24 hours. To be fair, that had ended badly. The middle hadn't been especially good either. Maybe Alicia had a point? Alicia believed in a mannered sequence of relationship development. Kissing is fun. Anticipation is better. At 25, Alicia understood patience. At 22, Rian wanted sex. But she wanted Alicia more. "We can still cuddle?" Alicia moved Rian close and embraced her. One hot, wet kiss led to another and loving petting continued throughout the evening. Then she kissed Rian goodnight sweetly, but firmly, and drove home in her big blue truck. So Alicia watched Miss Kitty-Fantastico stand sentry over her bird the next morning, sipped her coffee, and felt superior. Rian went to an Adult Open Gym to work off a little unwanted energy in a few pick up games. She and Alicia had lunch plans, and Rian figured she'd probably end up going home alone. The active brunette decided that romantic restraint was a thousand times worse for the libido than confused loneliness, and a little rigorous basketball could preemptively burn some of the frustration. While a natural power forward on her girls' high school team, she usually played shooting guard/small forward with guys. (It's a height thing. At 5'8", she just wasn't tall enough to be an effective PF when the average height of the players jumped six inches, no matter how aggressively she played.) With a good outside shot, excellent driving skills, and a devastating pull up jumper, she was one of the better players in most games. Getting into the game was usually the biggest challenge, but several guys knew her from 3rd & Long and she was friendly. Nearly always hitting the opening 3-point shot to determine captains helped too. After three hours of playing, she was in the zone. She had stuffed several set shots, completed three no-look assists, and was generally having a great game and a great time. Alicia's ringtone jingled from the bleachers, but Rian - busy burning the clumsy guy guarding her for an easy layup - was too into the game to hear her phone. Eventually, she heard Greg yelling at her. "Call from, Alicia?!" He put too much intonation into Alicia's name. "Yeah!" Rian motioned for him to sub in for her. "Hey," Rian answered, out of breath. "Hey, you," Alicia wondered why Greg answered, what took Rian so long to reach her phone, and why she sounded breathless, "What are you up to?" "Basketball," Rian paused for a sip of Powerade, "I'm all sweaty and gross, but I'll go catch a shower before we meet at...oh, now. I'm sorry. Lost track of time playing. Let me run home for a quick shower and I'll be there in thirty minutes." Rian waved bye to the guys and ignored a couple good-natured wolf whistles and "whipped" sounds as she gathered her things and ran out the door. Dating a sexy jock turned Alicia on, but the idea of Rian being so physical with a bunch of hot young guys made her uncomfortable. While she hadn't had Rian yet, the months of waiting had given her time to become very emotionally invested and she certainly thought of Rian as hers. And she had thirty minutes waiting at the sandwich shop to dwell on Rian's complete inexperience with men, how much her sexy jock had come to mean to her, and just exactly who she may have been playing with... Rian walked in, her still wet hair in a high ponytail and wearing jeans, a green halter top, and sneakers. She earnestly apologized for being late, but remained cheerfully oblivious to Alicia's other concerns. She did notice the gorgeous blonde's loose chignon, pretty rose lips and nail polish, and breezy sheath dress with matching strappy peach heeled sandals. "Sooo, how was basketball?" Alicia asked nonchalantly after they'd ordered. "Pretty good. A couple missed shots, but I have been distracted lately," Rian smiled disarmingly, "I blame you and your velvet lips." "Do you flirt with the guys too?" Alicia pushed though, not willing to be dissuaded by Rian's compliments. She was looking for negative confirmation though. "Yeah," Rian was still smiling, but not joking. "Wait? What?" Alicia was not happily surprised. The blonde had expected a comforting, "Of course not, baby, only with you" to which she'd have responded, "You'd better not" and moved the conversation along. The affirmative response, although consoling for its forthrightness, did not please Alicia one whit. "Yeah. I want to play, and the guys are chiller if I flirt. It's harmless and polite, just giving the impression that - if I were into guys – he'd be the guy I'd be into. That's all." "It never goes further? You don't ever do more than flirt?" Alicia worried aloud at Rian. "Of course not," Rian looked at Alicia as though asked if she ever got abducted by aliens, "Why would I want it to go further?" "I don't know. I didn't know you flirted with random guys." "Are you jealous?" "I'd rather you weren't touching a lot of hot young men." "You'd rather I posted up on a hot young woman?" "Well, no." "You want me to ask around to see if there's an unattractive people's league I could join?" "I'm glad you think this is so funny." "You are jealous! That's not just funny, it's adorable. Is my big, bad butch girlfriend gonna come bash some heads?" Rian reveled a bit much in not being the uncertain one in the relationship and didn't realize the extent to which the ultra-femme Alicia had been affected. "Would you rather I was tougher?" That time even the ever-insensible Rian recognized the insecurity in the well-coifed blonde's voice. "No. No, I love that you're 'all sugar and spice and everything nice.'" The confirmed tomboy took one of Alicia's girly-soft hands and tenderly kissed each manicured fingernail. "You're beautiful and soft and kind and sensual. You're the only person in the world I'm interested in. I just can't wait to show you how interested." Rian finished with a puckish smile. "Nice try, horndog." Alicia definitively retook the reins and retracted her hand. Rian had guessed correctly that she'd return home alone. So their love affair continued. The Cowboys won. The Cowboys lost. The Cowboys lost again. The Cowboys' fans consoled themselves that at least they weren't Jaguars' fans. And, although Alicia eventually allowed for some half-nude second base action, Rian always went home frustrated and having to take care of herself. Then Alicia watched Rian play football. The company flag football team had their first game and Rian started as a wide receiver. (Speed and ability to catch.) Alicia came to watch and cheer as Rian lined up in her football cleats, adorable knee-length socks, tight pants, and company jersey. Rian acquitted herself well, scoring three touchdowns for her team. Unfortunately, they were the only three and the defense let six by for the other team. Alicia stood and cheered in the crowd, far more excited than she thought she would be. Rian left the field feeling bummed out at the embarrassing loss. She hoped only for a consoling hug from her loyal girlfriend and maybe a loser's drink back at the 3rd & Long. Alicia reacted very differently to the game, and threw her relationship progression schedule out the window that afternoon. Knowing of Rian's athletic prowess had been sexy. The sight of her talented girlfriend smashing through her competition with such a physical confidence was irresistible. "My place, now," she whispered to her defeated, grass-stained MVP. Suddenly, Rian couldn't care less about the results of a flag football game. She squealed her tires after Alicia's big blue truck. The enraptured blonde pulled Rian by the hand up her driveway, hastily dragged her inside, and began aggressively kissing the flustered brunette up against the inside of the front door. Miss Kitty-Fantastico looked on in kitty-cat amusement while she licked her fuzzy paws clean and quietly disapproved of Rian's untidiness. "Alicia, *kiss* wait. Don't *kiss* you want me to *kiss* you know *kiss* shower first, if- ahhhhh" Rian lost her train of thought as Alicia's hand slipped beneath her tight shiny blue football pants and pink boy shorts. Alicia's searching fingers tripped with ease over Rian's denuded sex. She smiled and Rian blushed at the blonde discovering the tomboy's bushless status. "No." The two women locked eyes. "I want you just like this." It was Rian's turn to smile while Alicia tore her jersey and sports bra up over her head and engaged the excited nipples of her beautiful girlfriend. Rian had become accustomed to Alicia's talented oral manipulation of her sensitive breasts, but this time teeth came more into play. The nibbling and nipping of warm, soft skin and rock-hard nipples caused much more whimpering from Rian than normal. The optimistic tomboy hoped that the unusually aggressive femme meant to seal the deal. To do otherwise would be downright unfriendly. Luckily for Rian, Alicia was taking her all the way. Those delectable breasts and the way playing with them brought the most delightful sounds from her lover distracted Alicia temporarily, but her eyes were back on the prize. "Time to go to the bedroom." Rian nodded, out of breath. Alicia followed the topless tomboy up the hall, not caring about the grass and mud stains being left on her beautiful berber carpet because her eyes were fixed on the area above Rian's toned thighs and below the sexy curve of her lower back. The brunette's cute ass filled out the tight blue pants with a sway to die for. Nonetheless, Rian barely entered the room before Alicia went her knees to try desperately to untie the cleats to those pants off. She succeeded only in creating larger knots in the laces. "Hey, I got them." Rian relieved Alicia's tearing at her laces and untied her cleats with practiced, if trembling, hands. Alicia smiled up at her girlfriend, taking a moment to enjoy the scruffy beauty she saw. Rian's face was flushed with excitement, smudged with dirt, and lit with delight. Alicia pulled each of her knee socks off, then those tight, shiny, blue pants slid down one vigorous tug at a time. In only her pretty pink boy shorts, Rian laid back on Alicia's nice thick comforter. She'd waited so long and felt so hot that her own fingers slipped beneath her boy shorts. The blonde quickly took Rian's wet hand and gazed into those lustful baby blues while licking the nummy juices off her long, lean fingers one-by-one. Rian regretted each blink of her eyes robbing her of the vision of Alicia's sexiness. Hands in the pink boy shorts' waistband, Alicia pulled off Rian's last article of clothing to leave her naked, open, and entirely ready for the femme's desire. Alicia – on some level – wanted to cover every inch of new flesh she'd discovered with smooches and licks, but – on a much more immediately physical level – she wanted to bury her face in the lovely pussy flowering before her. So Alicia took a long overdue lick from the bottom to the top of Rian's heavily moistened slit, thoroughly relishing the taste of warm girl cream and the hint of honest sporting sweat. Not content just to taste, she dived deeper and deeper, dipping into and through puffy labia. Alicia found all the nooks and crannies, all the hidden and subtle treasures, and all the fun little spots that made Rian groan and squeal by turn. And so Rian did, captivated by the blonde's touch. Rian sank into Alicia's bed with all the triumph of a seduction completed, even if the completion wasn't entirely intentional or fully understood. It didn't matter, because her gorgeous, gracious, and ever so slightly patronizing girlfriend caved into lust and was eating her out with exuberance borne of self-denial. And ~zowie~ was it good. Alicia heard Rian's approving murmurs and moans while tasting and feeling the liquid evidence of that approval on her very mobile tongue. Her fingers got in on the touching as well, with one had fondling the tight ass she'd been admiring earlier and the other testing the entrance to Rian's quivering pussy. Caressing her entry graduated to caressing her inner walls with one finger. Alicia kept on touching gently and shallowly as a new lover testing limits and finding which buttons to press. Rian's subtle bucking and blunt whimpering for more encouraged the added penetration of a second finger. Soon Rian was riding the two fingers stroking in and out of her increasingly hotter and hotter core. Not that the beautiful femme's tongue was idle. She sussed out and advanced orally on Rian's deprived clit, using the tip to swirl, flick, tap, and otherwise tactilely overwhelm the sensitive nubbin of the pleasurably agitated tomboy. She drew a particularly violent yelp when she wrapped her dexterous tongue around the pulsating clit like a warm, wet taco shell. Months had passed since Rian had gotten laid last, and that had been a rather lackluster performance by a disinterested and selfish now ex-girlfriend. She'd been frustratingly teased by her reserved blonde goddess for weeks with loving touch, but no sexual gratification. And Rian was about as far from frigid as the Amazon Rainforest is from being a desert. Rian would not be holding out very long under the intense manipulation of an impassioned lover. "Oh, oh, Alicia! My Alicia, my-uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh. Oooooo. Ah, Baby!" The aforementioned goddess felt Rian's hips start to jump wildly with the aforementioned youthful intemperance. Alicia knew the tells of a woman ready, craving, and dying to have release who was getting very close. She wanted to answer her lover's cries – especially with the additional turn on of her name being called with such need – and reassure the pretty tomboy, but her mouth was pleasantly full and she wouldn't give up her prize without showcasing a few more oral tricks and finger tucks. She commenced soft suction on Rian's maddened clit. The draw began gently and progressively grew stronger and stronger over a few minutes, making the hoovering bearable, but shockingly stimulating. Simultaneously, her nimbly jackhammering fingers twisted and curved within Rian's delicate channel. She kept her swift rhythm with the extra variation, not giving the mussy-headed brunette any chance to catch her breath. As Rian's breath hitched in her burning lungs, her back arched powerfully, her legs squeezed around Alicia's insensate head, and her eyes rolled back in her own head, Alicia savored both the flavor Rian produced and the control she herself exercised over the beautiful girl experiencing ecstasy. Rian attempted to exert some discipline over herself. The sweet tomboy loved the wonderful rising arousal, the magical physical sensations, and the knowledge of who was causing her body to experience such bliss. She didn't want it to end. But Rian couldn't contain herself and the most intense orgasm of her young life rocked though her shuddering body, spurred by Alicia's adoring attentions and the sense of completion Rian felt. "Aliiiiiiiciiiiiiiia!" Rian cried out once more and blacked out from the intensity. Alicia paused briefly to admire Rian in her post-orgasmic unadorned beauty before embarking on the full-body exploration she'd promised herself.