Her soft, delicate hand wandered down my body in the direction that I pushed away, down from my breasts, tickling my flat tummy and lower. Her tongue swirled around in my mouth, playing with mine. She found my button and pressed it. For the second time that week another girl wasted no time in finding my clit. It must be instinctive. She knew she found it when my lips released hers, and I collapsed onto my back, pulling her down with me. She was on top of me now, and kissed my lips, but not for long. She slid down my body, using her tongue the entire way. Her skin was soft, not like a man’s. Her smell was divine; fresh cut roses in the springtime.
Julie’s tongue found my areolas, and she began to play. I certainly didn’t mind. The way her lips wrapped around my nipples and the light suck she gave made me tingle with wetness. She gave each their proper attention, making certain they were both standing tall. Perfectly pink nipples, she would say later. Her hands moved around to the small of my back and she arched me just a little. Her mouth went lower, kissing every square inch of my tummy. She played with my belly button long enough to know it tickled, and then she kissed lower.