Chapter 4

While Samantha was in the dream-like state that was induced by the sleeping drug in her drink, she was remembering another time. She was dreaming and yet it was all very real to her as it occurred before her eyes.

She was remembering a time when she had been fifteen and when she had just become aware of the lesbian passions that were seething up inside of her.

Samantha realized that when she would go to her gym class, she was always staring at the other girls who were getting undressed. After a little while, she became very self-conscious. She would keep her eyes down and make a point of not looking at anyone else in the locker room.

But, on days when she had her gym class, she would rush home and lock herself in her bedroom. She would toss herself down onto her bed and press her fingers up against her pussy slit. Frigging herself like that, she would think about the girls she had just seen.

The girl would work her fingers up and down against her cunt lips and she could keep imagining all of the things that she never dared to do when she was actually with the girls.

Then, one day, Samantha was over at her friend, Betty's house. Betty had long, honey-colored hair and, un-like Samantha who was already filling out and developing wonderful breasts and hips, Betty was long and angular. She was the tallest girl in the class.

There had been a time when Betty was self-conscious about her height and her figure, but now that she was already fifteen, she was starting to get comfortable with herself.

Eventually she would grow up to be a top fashion model, capitalizing on the gaunt look and the long, slender limbs that were so very fashionable.

Now, sitting on the floor of the den, she and Samantha were talking and playing a game where they moved their pieces around the board and had to lose a piece each time that an opponent's piece landed on theirs.

"This is a boring game," Betty said as she got down on her stomach and dangled her thin legs up in the air. She was leaning her face down on her hands.

"Well, if this is boring you," Samantha asked, "what do you want to play?"

"I don't know. I'm so tired of all of these baby games that I have!" Betty said.

"In that case, what else is there?" Samantha asked, squirming on the floor since she was losing.

"I overheard my brother talking and. . Betty began to giggle. "Well, if there were guys here we could play what my brother was talking about playing."

"What?" Samantha said, displaying a keen interest in what the girl was saying.

"I heard him saying that he had played strip poker with another guy and two girls."

"Strip poker?" Samantha asked. "How do they play that?"

"Are you some kind of dummy?" Betty snapped. "Can't you figure out how to play it? You play poker, except that you play for clothes."

Samantha pressed her legs together as she imagined what a game of that would be like. But, it wasn't the image of the boys with their clothes off that excited her, it was the thought of having the girls taking their clothes off that was thrilling the girl.

"Your brother wouldn't do a thing like that!" Samantha said, trying to block out the image of Betty's brother to replace it with an image of Betty herself.

"Why wouldn't he?" Betty said. "He's seventeen! He does a lot of things."

"But...taking his clothes off in front of girls? Doesn't he get embarrassed?"

"How would I know, silly," Betty said, swinging her legs back and forth like a scissor. "I've never played strip poker with my brother. I just heard him say that he played it."

"If we had boys here would you play it?" Samantha asked, hesitantly. She knew that she wasn't at all interested in playing that sort of game with boys, but that she would love to play the game with Betty.

It was true that she had been in the same gym class with Betty the previous semester and so she had seen the girl undressed to her panties. But she had never seen this friend completely naked and she had often frigged herself imagining what Betty would look like naked.

At the same time, she imagined that the sexual anticipation during a game of strip poker was probably a wonderfully exciting thing. The entire notion of taking your clothes off because you had lost at something was exciting to the girl.

"It would all depend on what boys were here," Betty said, moving to her side.

"Yeah!" Samantha nodded in agreement. "I mean, who would want to play strip poker with Kevin?" Actually the black-haired girl couldn't care less about the different boys, but she had learned to memorize which boys were attractive and which were unattractive according to the standards of her classmates.

In order to protect herself from accusations and from girls thinking that she was a dyke, Samantha always went around pining and mooning for certain boys and insulting others. It was really simple for her to do. She was aware of things around her and when she decided to fit in with the rest of the population at school, she did a good job of it.

"Oh, not Kevin!" Betty said, rolling onto her back and covering her face with disgust. Then she changed her expression as she said, "But, I sure would like to play with Steve!"

Samantha conjured up a mental image of

Steve. He had deep olive skin, but contrasting blond hair that made him look very handsome and special.

As soon as Samantha had the image of Steve in her head, she felt jealousy burning through her body. She wanted Betty to be interested in her and she didn't want the girl to be interested in Steve. But, at that point in her life, Samantha had never heard the word lesbian and she didn't know that such a thing existed.

The girl had read a great deal and she assumed that she was going through a phase that would pass. She also assumed that she was the only girl in the world who felt the way that she did. If only she had been aware that Betty was wrestling with the same confusions at that same moment and was just as frightened as she was!

Since Samantha knew that she could not speak her true thoughts or display her true feelings, she squirmed on the floor and said, "And I'd like to play with Mitch!"

"Yeah," Betty agreed. "Mitch is so good looking and his clothes are always so tight."

"I'm getting excited just thinking about those guys!" Samantha said, knowing that she was telling a bald lie and that she was getting excited looking at Betty.

Then Betty's eyes widened as she said, "Let's pretend that Mitch and Steve are here and let's play it!" She went and got a deck of cards from the closet.

"You mean...." Samantha began. Then her voice dropped as she said, "Strip poker?"

"Sure! We both have vivid imaginations!" Betty said. "Let's play four-handed." Then she dealt out four hands of five card stud. One hand went to Samantha and one hand went to her, but the other two hands went to two invisible spots.

"Which one is Steve and which one is Mitch?" Samantha asked, catching on to the notion of the game.

"You play Steve's hand and I'll play Mitch's hand!" Betty said.

That would be a very appropriate way for them to play. Steve was the boy Betty claimed to be interested in and Mitch was the boy that Samantha claimed to be interested in.

As Samantha played her first hand, she put down two of her own cards and three of the cards from Steve's imaginary hand. Then she picked up cards and when the round was over, the girls discovered that Mitch, with his imaginary hand, had won the game.

"Well, we each lose one article of clothing!" Betty said in a loud voice.

Samantha turned to where Steve's hand had been and she said, "Then, Steve would have to take off one shoe."

"No!" Betty called out, as if she were the official scorekeeper. "Both shoes count as one piece!"

"Okay!" Samantha agreed. Then, looking at the thin air, she said, "He's barefoot now."

When she turned back to Betty, she saw that the girl with the honey hair was taking off her shoes and she said, "What are you doing now, Betty?"

"We lost also," she said. "We can't make the boys undress and not undress also."

"You're right!" Samantha said as she reached down for her shoes.

There was an erotic thrill that ran through Samantha's body as she realized that she was getting to play out the thrilling game anyway. She was going to play this game of strip poker with Betty until at least one of them was naked.

At the moment, Samantha couldn't decide who she would rather have naked, herself or Betty. Much as she wanted to see Betty naked, she also wanted to have a chance to expose herself in front of the girl and have her pussy lips looked at.

For the next round of cards, the imaginary presence of Steve won the hand and both of the girls removed their socks. Samantha won the next hand and while the girls remarked that the boys would have to take off their socks, it was Betty who took off her blouse.

Samantha purposely lost the next hand and Betty won. Then they both turned to the empty spaces where their imaginary male companions were supposedly present and imagined that they were watching the boys taking off their shirts.

When Betty turned back toward her, Samantha made a little show of taking off her blouse so that her nice new bra was revealed to her friend. She was glad that she was wearing a pretty pink one that was new because of her quickly growing breasts.

"We have to establish now whether the boys we're playing with are wearing undershirts," Betty asked.

"No!" Samantha said. "Why should we give them undershirts."

Betty laughed and said, "It's only fair. After all, we have bras on!"

"Okay!" Samantha said, shrugging her shoulders.

Then they played the next round of cards that was fantasy as far as the boys' presence in the room, but very real in the fact that the two young girls were undressing together.

When Samantha won, she said, "What do the boys take off next?"

"They'll take off their undershirts!" Betty said, getting up on her knees so that she could unzip her slacks and peel them from her slender hips.

The girl was so elegantly slender that her hip bones protruded in her pants and left marks where the denim was rubbed out. As she pulled her pants down, Samantha's eyes were glued to the pink satin panties that the girl was wearing.

Despite Betty's slim hips, the panties were clinging to her form tight enough.

The next hand was played in silence. They both knew that if Betty lost she would have to take off her bra and that would be the first bit of real exposing of the day. There was no longer merriment. It was an intent thing for both of the girls.

Betty had a high hand, but the imaginary hand that Steve had was higher. "Well," Betty said, with a hint of a smile. "First Mitch has to drop his pants."

They both looked over to that space in thin air where they imagined that the dark-haired boy was participating. Then, after a moment, Betty turned and said, "Look at that! You can see his dick sticking up in the fabric of his underpants."

"Ooh! You're such a nasty girl!" Samantha said, giving her friend a playful slap on the face.

Betty pulled away, still laughing and reached around to take her bra off. Samantha was feeling so nervous at that moment that she began to slap at her thigh and make sounds that were similar to strip music as her friend removed her bra.

It was only as an afterthought that Samantha pulled her skirt off. She remembered that she had also lost the round and that she was supposed to do that.

They were both concentrating very hard on the next hand. They both knew that if Betty lost again she would be naked. At the age of fourteen, the simple sound of the word 'naked' was enough to get the girls creaming in their panties.

Actually, the reason why Samantha was fidgeting and squirming on the floor was that her panties were soaking wet. She was hoping that she would lose her panties so that she could take them off and give them a chance to dry out.

When the round was over, Betty had won. She cried out in victory and said, "First, Steve has to take down his pants and then Mitch has to take off his underpants."

Both of the girls laughed about their imaginary male participants. When they both looked toward the spot that Steve was supposed to be occupying, Samantha asked, "I can't see to well, what sort of underpants does he have on?"

"All the boys wear the white kind," Betty said. "Haven't you ever noticed? Sometimes the top of the underpants shows around their waist."

"Oh, sure," Samantha said with a guilty expression on her face. She didn't want Betty to think that she didn't look at boys and pay attention to what they were wearing and to their underwear, when it showed. The fact of the matter was, she really never looked at boys. But, she didn't want the other girl to know that.

Then Betty said, "And now, Mitch is taking down his underpants and he's gonna be naked!"

Samantha did not look at the empty space that Mitch was supposed to be occupying. She looked right at Betty and tried to get her gaze away from the girl's beautiful, though small, breasts, that were fully exposed and pointing toward her.

"Betty," Samantha began softly. "I don't want to sound like a wimp, but, do you know what a...a boy's thing looks like? I've never seen one and...."

"Well, I never saw one either. But, I've seen them in magazines," Betty said. "I mean, for now that's enough for me. I would like to see one, of course. Don't get me wrong."

"Oh, sure!" Samantha assured the other girl, feeling that it was necessary to give this guarantee to her feelings. "I'd like to see one also."

"But, in order to see a boy's thing, you have to let them see yours," Betty reasoned. "And I'm not giving any free performances for any of these bozos in school."

"No! Me neither!" Samantha said, feeling a little more relaxed.

Then, laughing again, Betty said, "Come on! You lost also!"

Samantha reached around behind her back and turned her side to her friend. She included a bit of a tease in the act as she peeled her bra from her body.

They were sitting opposite each other and they were both wearing their panties as Samantha said, "Now I'm really getting excited...thinking about the boys having their clothes off."

"Yeah! Me too!" Betty agreed as she trembled a little and dealt the cards.

Once again they were both lying. Neither of them felt excitement thinking about the boys with their clothes off. They were both excited because they were together with their clothes off.

The hand was fast and in silence. When it was over, Mitch had won. The two girls felt a strange relief and they quickly went through the ritual of pretending to watch the handsome blond boy, Steve, taking his underpants off.

They turned to each other and each of them reached for the waistband of her panties.

"Are you really gonna take your panties off, Betty?" Samantha asked.

"I'm gonna take mine off! I'm no chicken, Samantha!" the honey-haired girl replied.

Samantha got her fingers into the clinging waistband and she could feel a blast of the heat that was in her pussy. She kept looking at her friend as she asked, "When are we...."

She didn't have to finish that sentence. Betty understood the question and she quickly said, "I'll count to three and when I get to three we'll take our panties right down."

They were both on their knees facing each other as Betty said, "One! Two!...Three!"

Automatically, Samantha's hands followed the movements that Samantha's eyes were watching. She peeled her panties down from her hips and down her legs.

The two girls were naked together and each of them had a chance to stare, unashamedly, at the pussy of the other girl. They were both breathing in a shallow way.

"Wow!" Betty said. "You've sure got quite a patch of pussy hair for a girl of fourteen."

"No I don't!" Samantha said, leaning back and putting her hands in front of her cunt hairs. "It's just the fact that I've got black hair. It looks thicker."

"I didn't mean anything," Betty assured her. "I thought that it looked nice."

"Nice?"

"Yeah. The hair around your lips looks lush and...." Betty blushed crimson as she realized that it sounded like she was admiring the naked charms of her girlfriend. But, that was precisely what she was doing. She leaned back and said, "Gee. Now that we both lost everything, what do we play for next?"

Neither of them was in a hurry to get her clothes on. They were naked and it had been quite a chore for the two of them to get that way, so they stayed that way for a moment.

"If we really had the boys here, I'll bet they would think of something to play for!" Samantha said with a sly laugh, knowing that her friend would appreciate the humor.

"Yeah!" Betty said, resting her hand lightly between her legs. "The way that I'm feeling now, I'm about ready to go along with them."

"Betty!" her friend exclaimed in mock horror. "You were just telling me that you wouldn't go anywhere...well, anywhere beyond first base, with any of those boys."

"Yeah!" she said, leaning to one side and pressing her fingers against her pussy lips. "But it would be nice just to be naked with someone and feel...his body next to mine." She had caught herself just in time and said 'his' instead of 'her' body.

"I'd like to know what it feels like," Samantha said. "I keep trying to imagine what it feels like to be with a boy, but...Well, you can't just ask a boy to take his clothes off and press his body down against your body!"

"Right!" she said, laughing out loud. "I can just see going up to Mitch and asking him to drop his pants and just lie there with you. Then, when you know what it feels like you tell him to go away because you don't need him anymore."

"Yeah!" Samantha agreed. "I think that a boy would rape you if you did that."

"They should invent a machine so that girls could learn what it's like to be close to someone."

"Or something!"

There was a long moment of silence that was very uncomfortable, probably because both of the girls were thinking of the same thing and trying to figure out how to say it.

Finally, Betty chuckled. Laughing was always a good way of breaking tension and of pretending that things were not nearly as important as they really were.

"Since we both want to find out the same thing, wouldn't it be good to try it out together?" Betty suggested, trying to make it sound like it was a casual thought when in point of fact it was a burning passion that was making her shudder.

"You mean...." Samantha hesitated. "You want me to...press against you."

"No!" the girl was quick to reply. "You don't have to. I mean, if you want to try it, you can try it. But, if you don't want to, you don't have to."

"Oh!" Samantha said as if it was all becoming clear to her. "Well, if you think that it would be fun for us to...I mean, if you don't mind."

"Well, I'm the one who suggested it!" Betty said. "I mean, we might as well. What would be the harm of...I mean, there's no reason to make a big deal about it!"

"Sure! What the hell?" Samantha said as she moved close to her friend.

The two naked girls giggled once more as they wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their youthful white breasts together.

Then Samantha could feel the other girl's muff rubbing up against her own and she knew that they were locked together with their hot passion.

She held her hands in one spot on the blonde girl's shoulders, although she was anxious to run her hands all over the girl's breasts and her pussy lips.

And then Samantha spread her legs apart so that her pussy lips were rubbing up against the soft, white flesh that was pulled taut around the other girl's thigh.

When she did this, Betty's cunt lips were pressed against Samantha's thigh and they were locked together in a passionate embrace.

In a soft voice, Betty said, "Of course if I were with a boy he would be right on top of me instead of over to one side and he would have his cock between his legs so that he would be pushing that against my pussy lips."

But, she was merely speaking those words by rote. She knew that she was getting her pleasure from the other girl being on top of her the way that she was.

They were scarcely in that position for a moment and they didn't even move, but Samantha felt the flesh deep inside of her cunt quivering in anticipation.

One moment later and Samantha pulled away from her friend as she felt her pussy flesh clasping tightly together in a spontaneous orgasm that she could not control.

"Wow!" was all that Betty said as she reached for her own pussy lips and pressed them.

Then, Samantha turned to her friend and saw that the girl was frigging herself. She could feel her own face growing red because of her nudity and because of the strange close contact that she had with the girl. Then, she grabbed her clothes and said, "I've gotta go."

"So soon? I thought that you didn't have to be home until dinner was...."

"No!" Samantha said, already dressed. "I've gotta go."

Betty started to pull her clothes on and as Samantha rushed to the steps to go out, Betty called, "You won't tell anyone...You won't talk about what we did today?"

"Wh-what did we do?" Samantha said, acting dumb, very suddenly. "We were just joking around."

By that time, both of the girls knew that it was a lie. They knew that they were not simply joking around, but that they were getting pleasure, un-like any other pleasure they had known before.

After that, there was a long time during which Samantha avoided Betty. She made a point of being even more careful not to look at the girls who undressed in the locker room with her.

Each time that she would hear girls talking about the boys they wanted to make it with, she would join in the conversation. She wanted them all to know that she was one of them.

But, each time she would lie like that in a conversation, she would become painfully aware of the fact that it was a lie and that she would never like boys.

She imagined a future in which she would get married to some acceptable man and allow him to fuck her three times a week. But, sometimes she would cry when she considered the fact that she would never get the sexual satisfaction that she craved.

It was more than sexual satisfaction that she would be missing. She understood by that time that she was a lesbian and she felt that she would never be able to share that knowledge with anyone. She would never be able to enjoy a relationship.

The girl did not imagine at that time that there would be a time when she would be a notorious lesbian detective in San Francisco. But, our beginnings never know our ends.

For another few years the girl managed to suppress her passions. Then, when she was seventeen, she went to Los Angeles for a weekend.

Betty was living in Los Angeles and going to college. By that time the girls had forgotten about the silly little incident that began with a game of strip poker. Actually they claimed that they had forgotten it, but in fact they both remembered it very clearly.

It was etched in their memories and in their pussies. By that time, simply because she wanted to belong and be one of the crowd at school, Samantha had fucked with a boy. She had even let a second boy fuck her once to see whether she liked that any better. But, she did not. There was something about the hairy legs against her legs and the firm chests against her breasts that was unsatisfying to her.

Friday night Betty had arranged a double date with Samantha. The boy who was with the dark-haired girl did not seem nearly as interested in her as the boy who was with Betty seemed in his date.

At one point, when they were preparing to go horned Samantha said, "Don't let me ruin your evening. You can have them drop me off and then you can go with your date."

"Don't worry about a thing, Samantha," Betty said. "You won't ruin my evening."

Once they were back at Betty's apartment, Samantha went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then she came into the bedroom and saw that Betty was sitting on the bed, smoking a joint, naked and frigging her pussy.

When she saw that the girl had her legs spread and had her fingers pressed against her cunt lips, she giggled and said, "You see that, Betty. You should have gone with that guy. Now you've got a hot pussy."

Betty inhaled on the joint and said, "My pussy isn't hot for him. My pussy is hot for you."

Samantha stood perfectly still for a moment and then she moved toward the bed as she said, "You'd better let me have that joint for a minute."

Smoking the powerful stuff that was rolled up in the makeshift cigarette, Samantha looked at Betty through glazed eyes. She had to smoke to get up the courage to tell the girl that she had felt a burning passion for her that had been inside of her for years.

Then she pulled on the belt that was holding her robe together and she let the robe fall to the floor. She slid to the bed and pressed her body next to Betty's body.

They picked up where they had left off four years earlier. Their naked bodies were locked together with Samantha's pussy lips pressing against Betty's leg and Betty's pussy lips pressing against Samantha's legs. The two girls rubbed up and down.

Then they reached down and touched each others' cunt lips, working their fingers into the confines of the vaginas and pressing against each other's delicate cunts.

Samantha was delighting in the feeling of Betty's cunt lips. It was something that was so much like herself, but it was not hers. She ran her finger along the other girl's slit and she could feel the spot where the flesh parted.

Pressing her finger in she could feel the moisture that was seeping out of the girl's twat and she delighted in the feeling of it.

At the same time she could feel a playful finger that was in her own cunt. In a way it was very similar to the feeling when she would frig herself. The finger was also thin and feminine and delicate. But, in an important way, it was different from the feeling when she frigged herself. And that was what made it really exciting.

Since the finger that was up her pussy was not her own, it was working at a tempo that was different from the one that Samantha would have used on herself.

Betty's finger was not always touching the spots in the pussy that Samantha wanted to have touched at any given time, but at the same time it was exciting to Samantha that she did not have control over the way and the pressure with which she would be touched.

It was really thrilling to the girl to know that the cunt she was touching was wet and sticky because the girl was thinking about her. She was not the only lesbian in the world!

There was another one! And the wonderful part of that was that the lesbian was hot for her pussy!

The two girls were rolling over and over each other. Each of them took turns being on top and each of them slithered around and pressed against the other girl to slide to the bottom.

Then, Betty broke from the embrace. Samantha tried to stop her from doing that, but she could not. Betty was determined to pull out of Samantha's mind.

Although Samantha took the initial break as a negative thing, she soon understood that Betty's move did not have a negative intent at all. She was working her way down Samantha's body and planting little kisses on the girl's smooth flesh.

Then her long and elegant fingers pressed against the flesh of Samantha's thighs. She was pulling the girl's legs apart and looking down at her spread cunt lips.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time!" Betty sighed as she pressed her mouth against her friend's pussy lips and slid her tongue back and forth against them.

She pushed her tongue forward so that it was caught between the pussy lips. Then she began to flick her tongue all around the opening of the pussy. She was exciting the pussy flesh and searching for the delicate and sensitive clit.

Once she found the clit, she was pressing her tongue back and forth and exciting the delicate bit of flesh. She could feel the clit expanding in an erection of its own.

She kept on working her tongue back and forth against the wonderful flesh and soon she could feel the flow of pussy juice that was drooling from Samantha's slit.

Samantha was humping her body back and forth against the other girl's face. Then she began to slide her body around so that her lips were facing the other girl's pussy.

She was looking at Betty's cunt and she knew that this was the object of her passions. She remembered all of the nights when she had sobbed herself to sleep because she felt certain that she would never get a chance to get close to the cunt of her dreams.

Her fingers pressed against the soft white flesh of Betty's legs and she stared at the spread twat for a long moment before she heard Betty saying, "You don't have to."

Samantha looked across to the other girl. Betty had stopped eating Samantha's pussy and she was looking across toward Samantha's face.

"I know what you're thinking of doing," Betty said. "And I just want you to know that you don't have to."

"There's nobody forcing me to do it," Samantha said. "But...your pussy is beautiful."

When the girl said that she rubbed her closed lips against Betty's cunt lips. As soon as that happened, Betty turned her attention back to Samantha's pussy lips.

Meanwhile, Samantha pressed her lips against the wrinkled and moist flesh that was before her. She could feel the moisture that was drooling from the slit. Then she flicked out her tongue and pressed it against the cunt lips.

Pulling her tongue back into her mouth, she tasted the sweet juice that was dribbling from the other woman's twat. She could tell that the juice was thick and succulent and she smiled. It tasted like a fresh fruit that was slightly over-ripe and very refreshing.

With increased gusto, she pressed her tongue against the twat and she licked up one side of the wrinkled lips and down the other side. Then she pressed her tongue against the slit and tried to work it in. But she did not have the expertise that Betty had.

Samantha had to reach up with her fingers and pull the pussy lips apart. She spread the wrinkled lips and then darted her tongue into the confines of the slit.

As soon as she let go of the cunt lips, she felt them snapping shut around her tongue.

Suddenly, she felt like her tongue was being held captive inside of the pussy.

She began to work her tongue around and at each movement of her tongue she could feel a corresponding movement inside of the pussy flesh.

As she pressed her tongue against all of the sides of the twat, she could feel the increase in the moisture that was building up in the cunt. It was sliding down her tongue and sending chills of excitement through her body.

When her tongue moved around to the back of the pussy slit, she pressed it down against the little bit of protruding flesh that was the girl's clit. Once she found that she could hear Betty moaning and she felt the girl pressing her tongue into the pussy she was eating with even more passion.

That was what made Samantha very happy that she had decided to reciprocate. She realized that the hotter she got Betty, the more attention Betty paid to her.

Betty was working her tongue in and out of Samantha's hot hole with a wild excitement that coursed through her body and seemed to enjoy every moment of what she was doing.

They were both very engrossed in what they were doing and just when Samantha was wishing that it would go on forever, she felt the pussy that she was licking burst into an explosion around her tongue that pressed the interior flesh tightly down against her invading mouth muscle.

The two women were locked together in hot orgasm. As soon as Samantha felt the strange and wonderful sensations of the spasm that was tugging at her tongue, she felt her own pussy exploding around the tongue that was stuffed all the way inside her.

It was a long moment before they separated and then they remained on the bed together without saying a word.

Finally, Betty broke the silence to say, "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

When Samantha didn't reply, the honey-haired girl added, "Are you sorry you did that?"

"The truth is," Samantha began slowly, unable to keep her smile in check. "I guess that I've also wanted to do that for a long time, but I didn't have the nerve. I had gotten to the point where I thought that I was never going to get to eat a pussy!"

They were locked in an embrace again and as Samantha's lips parted to permit Betty's tongue to enter her mouth, she tasted her own cunt cream. It was not the first time. There had been times when she had brought her cream-covered fingers to her lips.

"You can't really mean that," Betty said. "I mean, when you say that you thought that you were never going to get to eat a pussy in your life...."

Samantha nodded and said, "I was convinced that I would keep this a secret all my life."

"And how do you feel now?" Betty asked, tilting her head.

"I feel wonderful!" Samantha cried out. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"There are still other things that you should learn," Betty said slowly.

"Other things?" Samantha asked. "I imagine that there are other things!"

"To begin with," she said, pulling a banana from a bowl of fruit. "How would you like to cram this up my pussy and work it around?"

There was a broad smile on Samantha's face as she reached to the fruit bowl and took a banana, saying, "Only if you cram this one up my pussy at the same time!"

In another second they were locked together in an embrace, each of them working their makeshift dildos toward the other girl's pussy lips.