Candy
"Candy? Pat's here!" Candy's mom yelled up the stairs on her way out
the door.
"Goodbye, Mrs. Lane," Patricia said sweetly as the door closed behind her. She knew Mrs. Lane didn't like her, but Candy was her best friend. What could she do? She did her best to get along with Mrs. Lane, but nothing seemed to relieve the thinly veiled tension between the two of them. Pat knew that Mrs. Lane would never forbid Candy from seeing her, but she was sure she wished she could. Couldn't Mrs. Lane see that she was Candy's absolute best friend, she loved her dearly and would do anything for her?
"Come on up," Candy waved, returning to her video game. She moved over to make room for Pat on the bed. "Whew, you smell like pussy," Candy said, wrinkling her nose at her best friend. "What's up with that?"
"You know how we got out of school early today?"
"Yeah," Candy said guardedly."
"I forgot to tell mom and dad. When I got home they were going at it on the kitchen table."
"Bullshit, as fat as your dad is, your table wouldn't hold them," Candy scoffed as she twisted to the right in an attempt to help her flying squirrel negotiate a corner.
"They weren't both on the table, stupid, only mom was. Dad was sitting in a chair eating her."
"Shit, that's gross," Candy said, letting her flying squirrel self- destruct against a mountain.
"No shit," Pat said meaningfully.
"So why do you smell like pussy? He didn't eat you, did he?"
"Oh fuck no, I watched them."
"For how long?"
"The whole time, silly, that's why I smell like pussy. I'm so horny I could eat a horse."
"You got off watching old people fuck?"
"Yeah," Pat said sarcastically.
"I didn't know old people fucked," Candy said with a faraway look in her eyes.
"You have a two year old brother, stupid," Pat said, lying back on the bed.
"Hey, get your lame butt off my bed and wash that nasty thing," Candy pointed at her bathroom imperiously.
"You are such an asshole today," Pat said as she reluctantly went to the bedroom door and locked it. Candy's bathroom didn't have a door, it took up too much room when it opened, so she removed it. Pat sat on the toilet and used a glass of warm water to wash her pussy, while Candy watched. She scrubbed it with soap, then rinsed it again.
"There, are you happy?" Pat asked as she toweled off her pussy and stood, pulling her panties back up.
"I'm still thinking about mom and dad fucking. You're right, David had to come from somewhere. I just don't think about it."
"I guess the feeling never goes away," Pat said, sitting on the bed by Candy. "I suppose even real old people fuck."
"You mean like 90?" Candy asked in disgust.
"Yeah, I think."
"I've never gotten farther than Ken feeling me up at the drive-in. I gave him a blowjob."
"How was it?"
"It sucked," Candy said, then broke out laughing. They laughed and rolled around on the bed for several minutes before Candy became serious again. "He fingered my pussy, and it hurt for days. Then I gave him a blowjob, but my teeth kept getting in the way. Neither one of us had a good time. What about you, Pat, have you ever done it?"
"I've been molested a few times," Pat finally admitted. "It felt good, but I felt funny afterwards, kind of sick and guilty."
"By who?"
"None of your damned business," Pat said hotly.
"Ok, chill out," Candy said, raising a hand.
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. I found out I'm not very good at kissing, but the sex does feel good."
"I wish somebody would do it to me the right way," Candy said with a sigh.
"Which, kissing or sex?"
"Both, stupid," Candy said with a laugh.
"Com'ere," Pat pointed at her lips, "and practice on me," she said with a sly smile.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You horny little slut."
"Right now I'd kill for fifteen minutes of sex," Pat admitted in all seriousness, "even from you."
"I might kiss you," Candy admitted, laying on the bed next to Pat, "if you do me afterward."
"Do what?"
"I don't know, feel me up or something," Candy said nervously, watching Pat lick her dry red lips in anticipation.
"Don't fuck with me, Candy, I'm so horny I could die," Pat said with a groan.
"I'm getting horny too. You want to screw around a little? We could stop if we don't like it."
"Do YOU?" Pat asked breathlessly.
"Oh fuck, I'm shaking," Candy said as she held up her shaking hand. Her breath was coming in gasps. She leaned closer to Pat and stared down into her brown eyes. She could smell her perfume and the lingering aroma of pussy. Her breath smelled lightly of garlic. Candy moved ever closer until her lips touched Pat's. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm, sensitive lips touching Pat's. Pat lay beneath her with her eyes closed, gasping for breath.
Pat reached up and placed a hand on the back of Candy's head, holding her lips against her own. Both girls were totally lost in the ecstatic feeling of warm lips touching equally warm and eager lips. Their lips sucked greedily, their tongues explored each other's mouths. Impulsively, Candy lowered her right hand and touched Pat's right breast. Pat gasped and her brown eyes flew open to look into Candy's hazel eyes. Candy broke the kiss and watched her own hand explore Pat's small, but firm breast.
"That feels so good," Pat gasped, closing her eyes and arching her back in appreciation.
"I like this," Candy finally admitted. She looked at Pat, lying on her bed in her blue "Barbie" dress with suspenders, and her white blouse. Candy realized for the first time that Pat was pretty like this. Not flashy and blonde like Candy, but pretty in her own way.
"Like what?" Pat asked in a faraway voice.
"I like being here in my room, touching you," Candy said fondly as her fingers grabbed the suspenders and unsnapped them one at a time. Candy threw the suspenders up over Pat's shoulders and tugged at her dress. Pat sat up and helped Candy pull it off. Candy tossed the dress across the room onto the only chair, by the desk. Before Candy could do it herself, Pat pulled her white blouse off over her head and fell back on the bed. Pat had not been wearing a bra. Her bare little tits hardly jiggled as she fell on the bed and lay looking up at Candy expectantly.
"Oh shit, you want me to do you first?" Candy asked in horror.
"I... I can do it if you want," Pat said reluctantly. She badly needed relief. Watching her father's face in her mother's pussy was amazingly erotic. She was about to explode. She might regret this later, but she needed to have her pussy eaten, even if it meant eating her best friend first.
"No, I can try," Candy said nervously. "I'm not sure what to do."
"Ok, let me show you," Pat said, suddenly eager. The picture of her father eating her mother was still vivid in her mind. She was so horny she would have done anything, and Candy was such fox. Her large tits made her look a little fat, but she really wasn't. Candy pulled her red blouse off over her head. She tossed it on the floor while Pat's nervous fingers tried to pull down her matching red shorts. Candy stood and let Pat slide them off. Before she could object, she felt her panties hit her feet as well. In some embarrassment, she kicked them off and slid back to sit on the bed. Pat rearranged her until she was sitting against the headboard with her legs spread.
"That is so cute," Pat said enthusiastically. "Mom's was all hair."
"Your mom doesn't wear a bikini," Candy pointed out nervously as Pat sank to her stomach and inspected Candy's nearly naked pussy.
Pat kissed Candy's buttery smooth inner thigh, then looked at her wet pussy, just inches from her face. She licked her lips nervously, then inched closer. With one last look at Candy, to be sure she hadn't changed her mind, Pat sniffed her bare pussy, then touched it briefly with her tongue. She tasted experimentally, then looked at Candy in surprise.
"Hey, that's not bad," she said. Candy didn't hear, she was still shocked by the slight contact. Her pussy felt like it had exploded between her legs.
"Shit!" Candy shouted. "Stop talking and keep licking. That was fantastic!"
Pat smiled and placed one slender hand on each warm leg. She puckered her lips and pressed them against Candy's pussy. She sucked lightly, then plunged her tongue up inside her best friend. Candy stiffened and gasped, holding tightly to the headboard of the bed. She bent her knees and opened her legs more go give Pat more access to her sensitive mound. She watched in fascination as Pat opened her mouth and began licking her pussy, like a dog would lap up milk from a bowl.
"That feels so good!" Candy squealed. She watched her best friends head bobbing as her tongue cut a swath through her wet flesh. It was so exciting. She couldn't believe she was doing this. It was so perverted. It was probably the most exciting thing she had ever done.
"Lick me good, Pat," Candy urged.
Pat pressed her lips over Candy's pussy and sucked, while her tongue fucked the sweet young blonde. As she ate Candy, her mind was on what she had seen her father do to her mother. This increased her sexual tension, but helped her remember what to do to Candy. She tried to remember every lesbian love scene she had ever seen on TV and suddenly dropped her right hand and poised her right middle and index fingers at the entrance to Candy's vulva. Hesitantly, she slowly slid the fingers inside her friend, careful to make sure her nails didn't dig into her juicy little pussy. As the fingers did their job, Pat returned to licking Candy's little stiff clit. Candy groaned and kicked the bed with her heels as if she were in pain. Afraid it might be her nails, Pat grabbed a Barbie lying on the floor and gently lubricated it in Candy's pussy then slid the long, slender legs inside her friend.
"You're making me come," Candy yelled, grabbing the bed in each tortured hand. She thrust her pussy against Pat's eager mouth, anticipating each thrust of the doll so she could slam it into her loins. Pat's face made a wet sound as the pussy slapped it with each thrust. Pat tried to hold the pussy still so her eager tongue could lash at Candy's clit. She finally found that by holding her hand still and wiggling the doll, Candy stopped slamming her pussy against her face because the doll was not thrusting to meet her.
"I'm so hot inside," Candy gasped. Her lightly freckled face was red with excitement. Sweat made a wet sheen on her sweet face. Her brown eyes looked into Pat's as she grunted and humped.
"Oh Pat, this is so good," Candy whispered, then screamed and threw her body back on the bed in the throes of orgasm. Candy groaned, spent and happy, until she could finally set up on the bed. She reached out and pulled Pat forward, kissing her passionately. Then she looked down and laughed.
"Pat, what's that?"
"It's a Barbie, I think. You didn't know she went lesi, did you?"
"Shit, Pat, we're lesbians now!"
"No, Pat scoffed then a thoughtful look crossed her face. "Shit!"
Candy nodded significantly. "We're lesi's."
"Stop saying that!" Pat barked, then reached out and touched the back of her hand, "sorry Candy".
"Hey, don't worry about it. So, do you want me to do you now?"
"I... no, not yet, let me think," Pat said as she wiped Candy's juice off her mouth with the back of her hand. "It really was fun, wasn't it?" Pat asked hopefully.
"Fun, it was fan-fucking-tastic!" Candy said enthusiastically. "I didn't know anything could feel so good."
"Really?" Pat said, brightening a little.
"Oh hell yes, Pat, wait until I do you!"
"You still want to do me?" Pat asked hesitantly.
"Oh yes I..." Candy stopped and pushed Pat back on the bed. She pushed up Pat's skirt, yanked her panties off, and forced her legs apart. Pat watched breathlessly as Candy slid forward and engulfed her pussy with an eager, open mouth.
Pat jerked and gasped at the sudden contact between her soft open thighs. It was unexpected, almost brutal. With tiny crying groans, Pat watched as Candy eagerly sucked and licked her tender flesh. The lapping sound was loud in the quiet house. Crying lightly, Pat watched the blinking "Pause" message on the screen of the TV. Somehow the tiny squirrel bouncing off a wall seemed funny to her under the circumstances. A slight smile crossed her face before it was replace once more with a grimace.
"Oh Candy, that feels so good," Pat squeaked. Candy nodded with a smile in her eyes, but she didn't stop eating Pat's moist delicious pussy. Candy wondered if an eighteen year old tasted the same as Pat's mother would. It didn't seem likely.
Candy noticed that when she touched a certain spot in Pat's pussy with her tongue, she cried out and jerked. Candy explored further until she found that spot again and strummed it with her tongue, watching Pat jerk as she did. Pat cried repeatedly, louder and louder, until Candy realized that she was making Pat come. Before she could stop, Pat was screaming. Pat humped her pussy against her face and clamped her legs tightly around Candy's head, until she finally quieted and lay shuddering on the bed. Candy wiped her face with the back of her hand and smiled down at Pat.
"You see? Wasn't it great?"
"It was absolute heaven," Pat sighed, looking at the ceiling dreamily. She suddenly remembered that her legs were open and dress pulled up. She smiled and tugged the dress back down as Candy sat naked, laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"You. I just ate your pussy, but you don't want me to see it? You're strange, Pat."
"Yeah, well I wouldn't be sitting around naked like that when your mother comes home," Pat scoffed, then a thoughtful look crossed her face. "Candy?"
"Huh?" Candy called from her bathroom, where she was washing up.
"You said before that your mother never dated. Do you think she's a lesi too?"
"We're not lesi's, we're just... really good friends," Candy said with a giggle. "Yeah, it's possible. She goes out with "the girls" but never with guys, at least none that I know of. I used to think it was because she missed dad, but he's been dead a long time."
"I'm going to find out," Pat said resolutely.
"You're what?" Candy screamed, hurrying back into the bedroom and looking down at her friend.
"I'm going to do her," Pat said smugly. "She never liked me, maybe I can get her to change her mind."
"You are one fucked up slut," Candy said with a giggle. "I've got to see this."
"You watch from the door," Pat giggled.
They passed the rest of the day on the video games. As usual, Candy made supper before her mom got home from work. Pat and Candy were watching TV when Mrs. Lane came home, dropped her purse and stumbled tiredly into the living room.
"Hi Pat, hi Angel," she said, kissing Candy on top of the head. "Smells good."
"Chicken parmesan," Candy said, holding up a forkful for her inspection. When Mrs. Lane went into the kitchen Pat stared at her thinly clad ass. The material of her skirt barely hid the well-proportioned cheeks of her ass as she walked. Candy hissed and Pat giggled.
"I'm eating that," Pat said, pointing in the direction of Mrs. Lane's ass where it had disappeared through the door."
"Slut," Candy said, then smiled.
It took three more hours for Mrs. Lane to grow tired enough to go to bed. After wishing each other a good night, Mrs. Lane groaned as she stood and made her way to the bedroom. As usual she disrobed with the door partially open and the lights out. They heard the springs squeak as Mrs. Lane climbed on the bed, adjusted herself, then relaxed.
"Well, when are you going to do it?" Candy challenged, knowing that Pat would never do it.
"Right now," Pat stood and tiptoed into the hallway, down to Mrs. Lane's room, and to Candy's surprise and horror, she actually disappeared inside.
"Pat? Pat what are you doing in here?" Candy heard, then the mumble of Pat's reply. She waited for her mother to scream and kick Pat out of her room. But to her intense surprise, the next sounds she heard were her mother's moans of pleasure. With wide eyes she snuck to the door.
"Angel, could you close that door for me?" Mrs. Lane's voice came from the darkness. "Goodnight dear."
"Uh, night mom," Candy said, closing the door and going to bed alone.
"Goodbye, Mrs. Lane," Patricia said sweetly as the door closed behind her. She knew Mrs. Lane didn't like her, but Candy was her best friend. What could she do? She did her best to get along with Mrs. Lane, but nothing seemed to relieve the thinly veiled tension between the two of them. Pat knew that Mrs. Lane would never forbid Candy from seeing her, but she was sure she wished she could. Couldn't Mrs. Lane see that she was Candy's absolute best friend, she loved her dearly and would do anything for her?
"Come on up," Candy waved, returning to her video game. She moved over to make room for Pat on the bed. "Whew, you smell like pussy," Candy said, wrinkling her nose at her best friend. "What's up with that?"
"You know how we got out of school early today?"
"Yeah," Candy said guardedly."
"I forgot to tell mom and dad. When I got home they were going at it on the kitchen table."
"Bullshit, as fat as your dad is, your table wouldn't hold them," Candy scoffed as she twisted to the right in an attempt to help her flying squirrel negotiate a corner.
"They weren't both on the table, stupid, only mom was. Dad was sitting in a chair eating her."
"Shit, that's gross," Candy said, letting her flying squirrel self- destruct against a mountain.
"No shit," Pat said meaningfully.
"So why do you smell like pussy? He didn't eat you, did he?"
"Oh fuck no, I watched them."
"For how long?"
"The whole time, silly, that's why I smell like pussy. I'm so horny I could eat a horse."
"You got off watching old people fuck?"
"Yeah," Pat said sarcastically.
"I didn't know old people fucked," Candy said with a faraway look in her eyes.
"You have a two year old brother, stupid," Pat said, lying back on the bed.
"Hey, get your lame butt off my bed and wash that nasty thing," Candy pointed at her bathroom imperiously.
"You are such an asshole today," Pat said as she reluctantly went to the bedroom door and locked it. Candy's bathroom didn't have a door, it took up too much room when it opened, so she removed it. Pat sat on the toilet and used a glass of warm water to wash her pussy, while Candy watched. She scrubbed it with soap, then rinsed it again.
"There, are you happy?" Pat asked as she toweled off her pussy and stood, pulling her panties back up.
"I'm still thinking about mom and dad fucking. You're right, David had to come from somewhere. I just don't think about it."
"I guess the feeling never goes away," Pat said, sitting on the bed by Candy. "I suppose even real old people fuck."
"You mean like 90?" Candy asked in disgust.
"Yeah, I think."
"I've never gotten farther than Ken feeling me up at the drive-in. I gave him a blowjob."
"How was it?"
"It sucked," Candy said, then broke out laughing. They laughed and rolled around on the bed for several minutes before Candy became serious again. "He fingered my pussy, and it hurt for days. Then I gave him a blowjob, but my teeth kept getting in the way. Neither one of us had a good time. What about you, Pat, have you ever done it?"
"I've been molested a few times," Pat finally admitted. "It felt good, but I felt funny afterwards, kind of sick and guilty."
"By who?"
"None of your damned business," Pat said hotly.
"Ok, chill out," Candy said, raising a hand.
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. I found out I'm not very good at kissing, but the sex does feel good."
"I wish somebody would do it to me the right way," Candy said with a sigh.
"Which, kissing or sex?"
"Both, stupid," Candy said with a laugh.
"Com'ere," Pat pointed at her lips, "and practice on me," she said with a sly smile.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You horny little slut."
"Right now I'd kill for fifteen minutes of sex," Pat admitted in all seriousness, "even from you."
"I might kiss you," Candy admitted, laying on the bed next to Pat, "if you do me afterward."
"Do what?"
"I don't know, feel me up or something," Candy said nervously, watching Pat lick her dry red lips in anticipation.
"Don't fuck with me, Candy, I'm so horny I could die," Pat said with a groan.
"I'm getting horny too. You want to screw around a little? We could stop if we don't like it."
"Do YOU?" Pat asked breathlessly.
"Oh fuck, I'm shaking," Candy said as she held up her shaking hand. Her breath was coming in gasps. She leaned closer to Pat and stared down into her brown eyes. She could smell her perfume and the lingering aroma of pussy. Her breath smelled lightly of garlic. Candy moved ever closer until her lips touched Pat's. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm, sensitive lips touching Pat's. Pat lay beneath her with her eyes closed, gasping for breath.
Pat reached up and placed a hand on the back of Candy's head, holding her lips against her own. Both girls were totally lost in the ecstatic feeling of warm lips touching equally warm and eager lips. Their lips sucked greedily, their tongues explored each other's mouths. Impulsively, Candy lowered her right hand and touched Pat's right breast. Pat gasped and her brown eyes flew open to look into Candy's hazel eyes. Candy broke the kiss and watched her own hand explore Pat's small, but firm breast.
"That feels so good," Pat gasped, closing her eyes and arching her back in appreciation.
"I like this," Candy finally admitted. She looked at Pat, lying on her bed in her blue "Barbie" dress with suspenders, and her white blouse. Candy realized for the first time that Pat was pretty like this. Not flashy and blonde like Candy, but pretty in her own way.
"Like what?" Pat asked in a faraway voice.
"I like being here in my room, touching you," Candy said fondly as her fingers grabbed the suspenders and unsnapped them one at a time. Candy threw the suspenders up over Pat's shoulders and tugged at her dress. Pat sat up and helped Candy pull it off. Candy tossed the dress across the room onto the only chair, by the desk. Before Candy could do it herself, Pat pulled her white blouse off over her head and fell back on the bed. Pat had not been wearing a bra. Her bare little tits hardly jiggled as she fell on the bed and lay looking up at Candy expectantly.
"Oh shit, you want me to do you first?" Candy asked in horror.
"I... I can do it if you want," Pat said reluctantly. She badly needed relief. Watching her father's face in her mother's pussy was amazingly erotic. She was about to explode. She might regret this later, but she needed to have her pussy eaten, even if it meant eating her best friend first.
"No, I can try," Candy said nervously. "I'm not sure what to do."
"Ok, let me show you," Pat said, suddenly eager. The picture of her father eating her mother was still vivid in her mind. She was so horny she would have done anything, and Candy was such fox. Her large tits made her look a little fat, but she really wasn't. Candy pulled her red blouse off over her head. She tossed it on the floor while Pat's nervous fingers tried to pull down her matching red shorts. Candy stood and let Pat slide them off. Before she could object, she felt her panties hit her feet as well. In some embarrassment, she kicked them off and slid back to sit on the bed. Pat rearranged her until she was sitting against the headboard with her legs spread.
"That is so cute," Pat said enthusiastically. "Mom's was all hair."
"Your mom doesn't wear a bikini," Candy pointed out nervously as Pat sank to her stomach and inspected Candy's nearly naked pussy.
Pat kissed Candy's buttery smooth inner thigh, then looked at her wet pussy, just inches from her face. She licked her lips nervously, then inched closer. With one last look at Candy, to be sure she hadn't changed her mind, Pat sniffed her bare pussy, then touched it briefly with her tongue. She tasted experimentally, then looked at Candy in surprise.
"Hey, that's not bad," she said. Candy didn't hear, she was still shocked by the slight contact. Her pussy felt like it had exploded between her legs.
"Shit!" Candy shouted. "Stop talking and keep licking. That was fantastic!"
Pat smiled and placed one slender hand on each warm leg. She puckered her lips and pressed them against Candy's pussy. She sucked lightly, then plunged her tongue up inside her best friend. Candy stiffened and gasped, holding tightly to the headboard of the bed. She bent her knees and opened her legs more go give Pat more access to her sensitive mound. She watched in fascination as Pat opened her mouth and began licking her pussy, like a dog would lap up milk from a bowl.
"That feels so good!" Candy squealed. She watched her best friends head bobbing as her tongue cut a swath through her wet flesh. It was so exciting. She couldn't believe she was doing this. It was so perverted. It was probably the most exciting thing she had ever done.
"Lick me good, Pat," Candy urged.
Pat pressed her lips over Candy's pussy and sucked, while her tongue fucked the sweet young blonde. As she ate Candy, her mind was on what she had seen her father do to her mother. This increased her sexual tension, but helped her remember what to do to Candy. She tried to remember every lesbian love scene she had ever seen on TV and suddenly dropped her right hand and poised her right middle and index fingers at the entrance to Candy's vulva. Hesitantly, she slowly slid the fingers inside her friend, careful to make sure her nails didn't dig into her juicy little pussy. As the fingers did their job, Pat returned to licking Candy's little stiff clit. Candy groaned and kicked the bed with her heels as if she were in pain. Afraid it might be her nails, Pat grabbed a Barbie lying on the floor and gently lubricated it in Candy's pussy then slid the long, slender legs inside her friend.
"You're making me come," Candy yelled, grabbing the bed in each tortured hand. She thrust her pussy against Pat's eager mouth, anticipating each thrust of the doll so she could slam it into her loins. Pat's face made a wet sound as the pussy slapped it with each thrust. Pat tried to hold the pussy still so her eager tongue could lash at Candy's clit. She finally found that by holding her hand still and wiggling the doll, Candy stopped slamming her pussy against her face because the doll was not thrusting to meet her.
"I'm so hot inside," Candy gasped. Her lightly freckled face was red with excitement. Sweat made a wet sheen on her sweet face. Her brown eyes looked into Pat's as she grunted and humped.
"Oh Pat, this is so good," Candy whispered, then screamed and threw her body back on the bed in the throes of orgasm. Candy groaned, spent and happy, until she could finally set up on the bed. She reached out and pulled Pat forward, kissing her passionately. Then she looked down and laughed.
"Pat, what's that?"
"It's a Barbie, I think. You didn't know she went lesi, did you?"
"Shit, Pat, we're lesbians now!"
"No, Pat scoffed then a thoughtful look crossed her face. "Shit!"
Candy nodded significantly. "We're lesi's."
"Stop saying that!" Pat barked, then reached out and touched the back of her hand, "sorry Candy".
"Hey, don't worry about it. So, do you want me to do you now?"
"I... no, not yet, let me think," Pat said as she wiped Candy's juice off her mouth with the back of her hand. "It really was fun, wasn't it?" Pat asked hopefully.
"Fun, it was fan-fucking-tastic!" Candy said enthusiastically. "I didn't know anything could feel so good."
"Really?" Pat said, brightening a little.
"Oh hell yes, Pat, wait until I do you!"
"You still want to do me?" Pat asked hesitantly.
"Oh yes I..." Candy stopped and pushed Pat back on the bed. She pushed up Pat's skirt, yanked her panties off, and forced her legs apart. Pat watched breathlessly as Candy slid forward and engulfed her pussy with an eager, open mouth.
Pat jerked and gasped at the sudden contact between her soft open thighs. It was unexpected, almost brutal. With tiny crying groans, Pat watched as Candy eagerly sucked and licked her tender flesh. The lapping sound was loud in the quiet house. Crying lightly, Pat watched the blinking "Pause" message on the screen of the TV. Somehow the tiny squirrel bouncing off a wall seemed funny to her under the circumstances. A slight smile crossed her face before it was replace once more with a grimace.
"Oh Candy, that feels so good," Pat squeaked. Candy nodded with a smile in her eyes, but she didn't stop eating Pat's moist delicious pussy. Candy wondered if an eighteen year old tasted the same as Pat's mother would. It didn't seem likely.
Candy noticed that when she touched a certain spot in Pat's pussy with her tongue, she cried out and jerked. Candy explored further until she found that spot again and strummed it with her tongue, watching Pat jerk as she did. Pat cried repeatedly, louder and louder, until Candy realized that she was making Pat come. Before she could stop, Pat was screaming. Pat humped her pussy against her face and clamped her legs tightly around Candy's head, until she finally quieted and lay shuddering on the bed. Candy wiped her face with the back of her hand and smiled down at Pat.
"You see? Wasn't it great?"
"It was absolute heaven," Pat sighed, looking at the ceiling dreamily. She suddenly remembered that her legs were open and dress pulled up. She smiled and tugged the dress back down as Candy sat naked, laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"You. I just ate your pussy, but you don't want me to see it? You're strange, Pat."
"Yeah, well I wouldn't be sitting around naked like that when your mother comes home," Pat scoffed, then a thoughtful look crossed her face. "Candy?"
"Huh?" Candy called from her bathroom, where she was washing up.
"You said before that your mother never dated. Do you think she's a lesi too?"
"We're not lesi's, we're just... really good friends," Candy said with a giggle. "Yeah, it's possible. She goes out with "the girls" but never with guys, at least none that I know of. I used to think it was because she missed dad, but he's been dead a long time."
"I'm going to find out," Pat said resolutely.
"You're what?" Candy screamed, hurrying back into the bedroom and looking down at her friend.
"I'm going to do her," Pat said smugly. "She never liked me, maybe I can get her to change her mind."
"You are one fucked up slut," Candy said with a giggle. "I've got to see this."
"You watch from the door," Pat giggled.
They passed the rest of the day on the video games. As usual, Candy made supper before her mom got home from work. Pat and Candy were watching TV when Mrs. Lane came home, dropped her purse and stumbled tiredly into the living room.
"Hi Pat, hi Angel," she said, kissing Candy on top of the head. "Smells good."
"Chicken parmesan," Candy said, holding up a forkful for her inspection. When Mrs. Lane went into the kitchen Pat stared at her thinly clad ass. The material of her skirt barely hid the well-proportioned cheeks of her ass as she walked. Candy hissed and Pat giggled.
"I'm eating that," Pat said, pointing in the direction of Mrs. Lane's ass where it had disappeared through the door."
"Slut," Candy said, then smiled.
It took three more hours for Mrs. Lane to grow tired enough to go to bed. After wishing each other a good night, Mrs. Lane groaned as she stood and made her way to the bedroom. As usual she disrobed with the door partially open and the lights out. They heard the springs squeak as Mrs. Lane climbed on the bed, adjusted herself, then relaxed.
"Well, when are you going to do it?" Candy challenged, knowing that Pat would never do it.
"Right now," Pat stood and tiptoed into the hallway, down to Mrs. Lane's room, and to Candy's surprise and horror, she actually disappeared inside.
"Pat? Pat what are you doing in here?" Candy heard, then the mumble of Pat's reply. She waited for her mother to scream and kick Pat out of her room. But to her intense surprise, the next sounds she heard were her mother's moans of pleasure. With wide eyes she snuck to the door.
"Angel, could you close that door for me?" Mrs. Lane's voice came from the darkness. "Goodnight dear."
"Uh, night mom," Candy said, closing the door and going to bed alone.