What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [87]
Once both girls were in the pool, the water rising to just below chest level, Chrissy smoothly slid her arms around Jenna’s waist and began to kiss her. Jenna returned the kisses, surprised but still emboldened, no longer afraid of new—even if alternative—sexual experiences. She continued to feel Brent’s arousal somehow radiating from his hiding place as she sank cautiously but surely into the oddly pleasurable sensation of kissing another girl. As Chrissy shifted slightly, moving close enough to rub their tits together as they kissed, blood rushed to Jenna’s cunt, everything around her feeling soft and sensual. Natasha watched from her lounge chair, but Jenna barely thought of her—she thought only of her body, her actions, and her guide: her master, the man who had transformed her and was, it appeared, transforming her still, using only his eyes now.
When Chrissy bent to tenderly kiss the sensitive tip of Jenna’s breast, it shot through her like electricity, but—still practical, always—Jenna said, “What about the sunscreen?” Chrissy had definitely applied it well—right where she was kissing.
Yet her sensuous friend only smiled, softly murmuring, “Edible. Got it in the gift shop.” Then she proceeded to lick and kiss Jenna’s tits some more.
“Mmm,” Jenna moaned, not even trying to hold it in. Brent wanted her to experience pleasure here, so she now would luxuriate in it. It vibrated through her in slow, hot pulses that made her cunt feel like a deeply beating heart between her legs. Chrissy fondled Jenna’s breasts while she laved and sucked them, and Jenna’s eyes soon fell shut as the sexy sensation consumed her. Oh God, it felt just as good as when a guy did it, only . . . softer, sweeter somehow. She leaned her head back as she grazed her fingernails lightly over Chrissy’s shoulders, suffering the urge to make her feel good, too.
So when Chrissy finally lifted her head, licking her upper lip as she gave Jenna another seductive grin, Jenna didn’t think twice before following her next inclination. She returned the favor, dipping to gently rake her tongue across Chrissy’s left nipple.
Mmm, God—it was so taut against her lick. She instantly had to do it again—and again. Then she caught the pink bead in her mouth, gently sucking even as she swirled her tongue around it.
She heard Chrissy’s light gasp of delight and relished it. She could pleasure a girl. A hot, gorgeous one. She had the power. Yes.
She suckled Chrissy’s nipple in earnest then, loving the sounds the other girl made and still envisioning Brent’s reaction. She soon moved to Chrissy’s other ripe breast, again licking, sucking, nibbling, as comfortable as if she played with girls all the time.
When she rose back upright, they resumed kissing and pressing their tits together, moving sensually in the water until Chrissy’s thigh slid between her legs. Within a second, their bodies were interlocked that way, each pushing one thigh to the other’s crotch and beginning to grind, a position she remembered sharing with boyfriends in high school and college—simulated sex. Their motions were slow, sensual, Jenna’s body heating wildly from the inside out, until Chrissy whispered in her ear, “I want to lick your pussy.”
Jenna’s breath caught. But she didn’t argue. In fact, she didn’t say anything at all. She simply met her pretty new girlfriend’s gaze, gave her lower lip a hot little bite, then turned and walked up out of the pool.
As the water sluiced from her body, she reveled in it—even still wearing bikini bottoms, she’d seldom felt this gloriously naked, especially when the sun hit her breasts and she thought once more of Brent watching.
Looking back to the pool, she was surprised to see Chrissy not following, but when she caught the hungry look on her girlfriend’s face as she instead neared the Grotto’s edge, Jenna realized she should