I gripped her back, raking my fingers up and down her spine in a sexual frenzy. I

managed to work my way around to her waist to undo the snap on her tight jeans when

she pulled back with my nipple captured securely between her lips. I totally forgot what I

was doing as I watched the skin stretch tight and the heard the audible pop as she opened

her mouth and let go. I shivered at the erotic sight as well as the feeling of the cool air

from her ceiling fan as it blew over my newly dampened skin.

Kara sat up and looked down at where my fingers had gripped her waistband in an

effort to anchor myself to reality. “Are you doing okay so far?”

The question was asked in a playful tone, but my response was dead serious. “I

think you’re trying to kill me.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “Why would you say that?”

I had to pause and take a deep breath to try and settle myself. “Because I’ve been

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barely hanging on since you first kissed me, and I don’t know how much more teasing I

can take.”

She smiled devilishly. “Sweetie, this isn’t teasing, this is foreplay.”

I shook my head. “No, this is teasing. Foreplay only takes about two minutes, or

however long it takes for the guy and me to get naked. My dates are usually more

concerned about getting themselves off than making me feel good. That’s why I don’t

stick around with any of them.”

She sighed. “Oh, honey, that’s why lesbians are such great lovers. We know

what we like, and we can give our partner the same lengthy attention that we crave in

bed.” Kara wiggled her pelvis suggestively against mine. “And you don’t have to worry

about recovery time. Nothing ever goes limp when a girl is fucking you.” Her tone was

sultry and made me even wetter, which I didn’t think was possible. “I can give you as

many orgasms as you can handle, until you pass out from sheer exhaustion.”

I closed my eyes and pictured every possible way that Kara could make me cum. I

moaned. I couldn’t help myself. Her lewd language turned me on almost as much as her

heavy petting. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for friction where I needed it most.

I was so high strung that the lightest touch against my overheated pussy would surely

send me over the edge, and I wasn’t sure it would even take that. If she kept talking dirty

to me, I thought I might just be able to finish without any physical stimulation at all.

Kara was all smiles as she pried my hands off her opened zipper and raised herself

up off me enough to divest herself of her jeans. As she slithered out of them, along with

her shoes and socks, I realized two things. First, I hadn’t seen her remove any underwear,

and second, she was completely shaved. She caught sight of my stunned look and

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grinned even bigger. “I like to go commando sometimes, especially when the pants are

really tight. The pressure of the inseam hits my clit just right when I sit down.” She

smoothed her hand over her bald snatch in a blatantly seductive move. “And being totally

waxed makes me extra sensitive.”

“Oh, god!”

She laughed at my obvious sexual frustration as she unbuttoned my Capri pants.

“Do you want my hands on you? Is that what you need?” I raised my hips to help her as

she pulled off my pants. My sandals had come off sometime earlier, but I wasn’t sure

when, and I didn’t really care.