Chapter 27 027

• I woke to the feeling of a tongue lapping at my folds. Brigitte was awake, but it was not her tongue. She lay with her head propped up on her hand, watching, The memory of the previous night returned. Gretchen. The lovely Gretchen, who I'd never kissed in high school, despite a couple of eager efforts towards the same from the blonde haired beauty, the only acknowledged lesbian in school. Gretchen was kissing me now, but they weren't on the lips, at least, not THOSE lips. My other lips, currently moist with arousal, enjoying the facile muscle probing my cleft.
• Brigitte had noticed my awakening immediately and smiled. Her hand reached out and thumbed a taut nipple, making me gasp. We'd licked Gretchen into a soporific coma the night before, and she seemed determined to repay the favor now. I spread my legs wider, giving her more access, which she took immediate advantage of. She didn't have the skill level of Brigitte, but that wasn't unexpected. I'm sure she was much better than me, with substantially more practice pleasing pussies, than I ever had. I sighed and reached down to stroke her hair, letting her know how much I appreciated her efforts.
• She gave me three delightful orgasms in a row, then lifted her face from my core, my fluids coating it in a liquid mess.