Chapter 9
Brigette couldn't beheve her eyes. Could that really be Farrah Anderson on her knees, obviously wearing just a white blouse with nothing underneath it, her face splattered with more cum than Brigette had ever seen at one rime before? ^
Brigette, in that shocking moment, forgot all about how she was dressed - or undressed. The red and black teddy had gotten in the way and Ed, hungry to feel the librarian's milky flesh against his own, ripped it from her body. Brigette was left with only the black, textured thigh-high stockings and her stiletto-heeled shoes. Her big, milky tits bobbled unrestrained on her chest, the areolas perfectly round and deep brown, the nipples still hard.
"Let me out!" Brigette shouted, trying to get to the door of the Chevy. "Goddamn it, let me out! She's my friend!"
Brigette rushed to Farrah, helping the blonde to her feet. Scanning the surrounding cars quickly, Brigette saw several pale faces shining in the moonlight. Farrah had drawn enough attention to herself to make the boys and girls stop making out so they could watch what she was doing instead.
"Come on," Brigette said comfortingly, taking Farrah by the elbow and leading her away from the Cools and Jocks. "Let's get you cleaned up, then we'll see if we can fuck them well enough to keep them from fighting."
"Just look at those idiots," Brigette said angrily, standing near the bluff of Lover's Point. "They're going to fight. And for what? Stupid male ego, that's what for!"
Brigette tugged one stocking higher on her thigh, shaking her head to send her hair swirling around her shoulders, the silky strands a soft caress against her skin. A hght, warm breeze played with her naked flesh, making her tingle all over. She didn't feel in the least bit uncomfortable being outside without any clothes on. Her only hope was that none of the students in the other cars at Lovers' Point would recognize her or Farrah.
"What can we do to stop them?" Farrah asked as she used a Kleenex to wipe a final drop of cum from her tit. She'd already ran a brush through her hair, getting out some but not all of the jism that had been spewed in her platinum blonde tresses. "I've done everything I can think of to keep their mind off fighting, and still they can't wait to beat each others' heads in." "We'll think of something." Brigette was just about to step out away from be bluff to return to the boys when she saw the police car pulling into the clearing at Lover's Point. She and Farrah hid themselves in the shadows as the Cools' Chevy and the Jocks' van kicked up clouds of dust and gravel as they made their getaway.
Brigette was never more thankful to see her apartment in all her life. The trip from Lover's Point with Farrah - with neither of them dressed - had been a long and harrowing one, dodging the police and hiding from everyone. Had either of them been seen by the police, they'd surely have been arrested for indecent exposure.
"Home sweet home!" Brigette sighed wearily, closing the door right behind Farrah, then locking it. "We made it!"
"I thought we'd get caught for sure," Farrah said.
She eyed her big-titted friend, noticing for the first time how truly beautiful Brigette was. There were many women who looked good in clothes, but not out of them. Brigette Mannon was the type who looked great no matter what.
"I'll get a bath going," Brigette said, kicking off her high-heeled shoes as she made her way toward the bathroom. "I think both of us could use a long, hot soaking."
Brigette turned the water on hot, testing the temperature constantly, keeping it at the point of tolerance. She peeled the black thigh-high stockings off her legs and cast them across the bathroom. The teddy, that obscene little thing that made a display of her big tits and showed her cunt off, was still in the Cools' Chevy. Brigette sort of regretted losing the teddy because she'd spent many a hot night fucking like crazy in that skimpy garment.
"The tub is full," Brigette said over her shoulder, kneeling beside the tub. "Do you want to go first or should I?"
"Since both of us want to get in there first, why don't we share it?" Farrah had taken off her white blouse and was now just as naked as Brigette. "It's only fair."
Brigette felt a tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach as she heard the words. She could feel Farrah's presence, sense her nakedness, smell the pungent aroma of cum on perfumed, feminine skin. The memory of seeing Farrah's beautiful face splattered with cum came back to Brigette, vivid and clear, just as powerful as when she'd first seen her friend on her knees. It had been a lewd, erotic vision of rampant, cock-hungry desire.
"Oh . . . okay," Brigette said slowly, not sure if she knew exactly what she was doing.
Brigette slipped into the hot bubble bath and Farrah got into the tub behind her. When the brunette felt Farrah's long legs surrounding her, touching her hips, she shivered. Her cunt was tingling, and she wasn't sure why. Sliding back just a couple inches, Brigette felt her pelvis come in contact with the apex of Farrah's thighs. She felt the blonde's tight cunt bush against her back.
''I'll help you," Farrah said, taking a bar of soap. She rubbed it over Brigette's back and shoulders. "It's been a long, hard night." "You can say that again." Brigette allowed her head to fall forward, chin on her chest as she felt the soothing, gentle touch of her friend. Every touch of fingers or soap made tension ooze out of Brigette's high-strung muscles. The slow, cautious, nerve-wracking journey back to her apartment from Lover's Point had taken a terrible toll on the librarian's emotions. The sex had been fantastic, even if she had been practically kidnapped right from her own apartment.
Closing her eyes, Brigette emptied her mind of all worries. She felt Farrah's hands at the small of her back, rubbing the slick, slippery bar of soap over her skin. When the hands moved up her sides, under her arms, Brigette raised and separated her elbows a little, giving Farrah more room. The next thing she felt was two hands cupping her tits, the feeling of soap and flesh tantalizing her sensitive melons, fingertips rolling nipples tenderly, expertly.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Brigette sighed, her mind a total blank.
Farrah's cunt was creaming as she gently, lovingly caressed Brigette's big, soft tits. The nipples were hard little buds. Farrah's tits weren't nearly as large as Brigette's, and a pang of envy rippled up her spine. But even though she was a little jealous of her friend's melonlike tits, Farrah also realized that her body was perfectly proportioned, and that if she had big tits like Brigette, she wouldn't look as good as she did now.
"That's nice," Brigette purred. "So soft and kind."
Brigette felt Farrah rubbing her cunt against her back. When a hand trailed down from her tit, moving beneath the water to the juncture of her thighs, she trembled but did not try to stop the hand's progress. Farrah's fingers toyed with the smallish, triangular bush of jet-black hair, a fingertip nudging Brigette's tingling, juicing clit.
"Farrah ..."
"Shhhh! Don't say anything."
Brigette had been about to tell her friend that what they were doing was wrong, and that if they stopped now, neither of them would regret anything. But she couldn't tell Farrah to stop because her cunt said that what Farrah was doing was wonderful. As the finger slipped between her cuntlips, Brigette gave a soft, passionate groan of approval and lost herself completely to the softly sensual feelings.
Brigette, her knees up because she had only a little more than half of the bathtub to sit in, felt the finger pushing deeper between her cunt, pushing into the crease that had taken so much cockmeat that night. Her clit tingled and pussy-juice moistened and lubricated the pussyhole. Warm water surrounded her cunt. Another hand was on her tit, rolling the nipple with soapy fingers, massaging the orb softly, as only a woman's hand could.
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" Brigette heard Farrah say. "I'm going to lick your pussy, that's what I'm going to do. I'll shove my tongue into your cunt and lick out all your sweet, sweet juices. I'll fuck my tongue into your cunt until you cum, and then I'll drink your pussyjuice ..."
The words made Brigette's head spin even more. She tried to not think about what it would be like to see a face as beautiful as Farrah's between her parted thighs. Her head was still slumped forward. She opened her eyes briefly and saw a mound of soap suds between her legs and the flashing hand swirling water around as Farrah finger-fucked her.
"Wrong," Brigette said softly, her tone holding little conviction in it. "This is wrong."
"It's right. . . absolutely, positively, perfectly right,"
Farrah kissed her friend's neck. The fragrance of shampooed hair, soft and silky, filled her senses. She felt the ebony locks, shimmering and downy, against her cheek. Farrah's pink tongue slithered out, grazing against Brigette's earlobe. She nibbled on the lobe as her finger pushed to the palm into Brigette's hot, tight fuck-hole.
"Mmmmmmm! You taste good," Farrah whispered, her tongue dancing around Brigette's ear.
Fitting the mood that she was in, Brigette made a barely audible, high-pitched sound and came. She didn't cum hard, not the bone-jarring, mind-blowing kind of orgasm that left her an emotional wreck. It was a gentle climax that pleased her, yet left her with plenty of energy and strength to want more.
"That was nice," Farrah said softly, her finger still splitting the librarian's cuntlips. "I could feel your cunt tighten around my finger when you came."
Brigette kept her eyes closed. Everything felt so wonderful! The water made her warm to the bone, and Farrah's hands manipulated her body, knowing the secret places of pleasure that a man could never know.
When Farrah moved, Brigette raised her head, wondering what was going to happen next. The long-legged blonde got out of the bathtub, moving around so that she stood at the edge. Brigette straightened her legs a little, pushing herself to the back of the tub, giving herself more room.
"Now me, Brigette," Farrah whispered, stepping across the tub and putting her right foot on the opposite ledge~so that her legs were spread and her cunt was at face-level to the brunette. "You know what I want. . . and you know how to do it. Please, Brigette, please me."
Brigette looked up at her friend's face. Farrah's eyes were glazed over with lust. Her smallish, perfectly shaped, cone-sized tits were high on her chest, the aureolas pink and the nipples hard. Brigette's eyes trailed down the flat stomach to the dimpled navel, then down further still until she saw the pink-lipped cunt surrounded by golden fuzz.
She put her right hand to the cunt* palm up. Brigette was surprised at how easily her finger slipped into the cunt. She felt the heat and moisture of Farrah's pussy as water dripped down that long, lean, sexy body. Brigette watched her finger disappearing into the cunt.
Farrah moved closer to Brigette, literally pushing her cunt at the librarian's face. She shivered from head to foot, balancing precariously with one foot on the floor of the bathroom and one on the far edge of the bathtub.
As the pussyjuice-glistening cunt moved closer to her face, Brigette closed her eyes. She might be able to push her tongue into Farrah's hot, juicy pussy until girl-cum gushed from the cunt slit, but she couldn't watch the beautiful blonde writhing in ecstasy as she tongued her clit.
Brigette felt the crisp blonde curls against her lips first. She gave herself a moment to relax, to think about what she was doing. The smell of soapy water and pussyjuice tantalized her. Puckering her lips, she kissed the moist petals of Farrah's pussyhole.
"Ohhhh! That's nice, but put your tongue in it," Farrah whispered.
As instructed, Brigette pushed her tongue out. The hot, pink tongue pushed between Farrah's cuntlips. Brigette shivered as she tasted pussy-juice and felt the blonde's cunt tightening around her invading tongue.
She lapped at the cunt, dragging her tongue from the bottom of Farrah's pussy up to the top until she reached the lust-hardened clit. Brigette pushed the nub around with the tip of her tongue, then tongued it fast, and then slow. She changed the motion, never keeping it constant, heightening Farrah's pleasure with everything she did. She raised her hands, cupping the teacher's asscheeks.
Brigette purred lustily, thrusting her tongue as far into the cunt as she could. Her nose pressed against Farrah's clit. Brigette could feel hot pussyjuice on her cheeks, lips and nose. The smell of it made her own pussy want more stimulation.
She sucked the clit between her lips, lashing it with side-swipes of her tongue, nibbling on the throbbing bud. Brigette bobbed her head, sucking the clit between her lips like it was a small cock. In her hands, she could feel the hard muscles of Farrah's ass flexing as the aroused blonde fought to contain her red-hot emotions.
Tonguing with increasing intensity, Brigette rubbed the opening of Farrah's asshole with a fingertip. She shoved her finger partially into the rear opening, just up to the first knuckle, and was pleased when Farrah's ass relaxed and opened up for her. Within seconds Brigette was licking the blonde's hot, frothy cunt and fingering her ass with the passion of a madwoman.
"Nooooo! Oh, nooooooo!" Farrah gasped, her firm titties bobbling crazily from her chest as she gulped in air. "Lick meeeeeee!"
The waves of clear, hot, oily girl-cum gushed from Farrah's pussy, splashing into Brigette's open mouth and over her cheeks. The cum slushed from the tight opening. No matter how hard Brigette tried, she couldn't lick up all the cuntal juices as fast as they spewed from the other woman's overheated cunthole. "I loved it!" Brigette purred. "You tasted really great." "You were wonderful," Farrah sighed, her nipples hard and distended as she looked down at her beautiful friend. Brigette laughed softly, pleased with herself as she helped Farrah back into the bathtub.
There was plenty of time left for them to worry about their jobs, and how they were going to keep the Cools and the Jocks from fighting.
Right now, all Brigette wanted to do was hold her good friend very close.