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Neither girl mentioned their session for a long while after that. Both girls had their period for the following week, and it was not until a few days after that, when they were having a girl's night in, that the subject arose again. The girls had been steadily making their way through a bottle of wine and were more than tipsy.
"We should do that thing again," Amanda said with a giggle.
"That thing?"
"Yeah that thing, you know, the tying up."
"I bet you've already got a plan haven't you, you little minx," Joanna said teasingly.
"Not really. Although maybe we should try something different - no vibrators this time."
"But what would be the point? How would we come?"
"Oh, I don't know - use our fingers or tongues on each other."
"Tongues?" Joanna asked disbelievingly.
"Just an idea," Amanda said, now slightly reticent.
"I think that would be too much of a challenge," Joanna said, thinking out loud.
"What's the matter pretty little princess, not up to it? Too hardcore for you?" Amanda joked - a taunt fuelled by alcohol, foolishly verbalised. She regretted it instantly.
"No!" Joanna huffed. "I'm game if you are," she added, pouting.
"Sounds like we have a date then, tomorrow night."
"Fine."
The room was silent for a while, and then Amanda spoke to change the subject. The girls continued the evening without giving much beyond the occasional thought to the silly agreement they had made.
The next evening, both girls were sat in the living room together again, an awkward silence between them. Neither girl wanted to be the one to chicken out of their deal, but nor were they eager to get started. It was Joanna, who knew she would look more like she was backing out than Amanda if they did not do it, because she had been challenged, who brought it up.
"So, shall we go to your room?" she said, and they both knew exactly what she was implying.
"Ok. I think I figured out an easy way to do it." The two girls traipsed into Amanda's room. They stripped without saying anything, and then began putting on their cuffs sombrely.
"I presume we must be doing a 69 position - are we going on our sides, top and bottom...?" Joanna asked.
"I don't think I'd be able to keep my top leg up in the air for that long to avoid squashing you if we were on our sides," Amanda admitted. "I think it has to be top and bottom." It was obvious to both girls who would have to be on top and who would have to be underneath.
"Will that work ok? I mean there's quite a difference in height between us, one of us might end up licking the other one's stomach," Joanna said, and Amanda laughed.
"It's not too much difference. If I put some pillows beneath my head then that should work, I'll bend a bit and if you keep your body relatively straight, that should sort it out. So, blindfolds?"
"If you don't want to look at my pussy, you can just close your eyes," Joanna said, faking annoyance.
"I didn't mean it like -"
"I know, I'm just kidding," Joanna said and they both smiled, becoming less tense. "Let's just do this as simply as possible."
"Ok. Basically, we just get on the bed, put all our hands and feet together, and I tie my hands to your feet, and your hands to my feet. Then we get into position, and when it's all over, we just put them all together again to free ourselves."
"Cool, simple. Let's do it." The girls sat on the bed, and Joanna held out her arms and feet for Amanda to do the tying. Then they began the awkward process of getting into position. Joanna elevated herself, her hands and feet on the bed to support her, while Amanda shuffled around to the pillows, trying to keep her hands by her sides so that she did not overbalance Joanna who moved with her.
"Ok," Amanda said when she was ready and Joanna began slowly stepping her feet backwards towards Amanda's head, Amanda's hands dutifully following her steps. When she had gone almost as far as her legs would reach, she dropped to her knees. Amanda tugged the smaller girl's feet a little to pull her downwards slightly, and then they were in position.
Amanda stared at Joanna's pussy, hovering in front of her face. Without any hair, it looked bald and exposed. Almost featureless, it seemed like it was simply another part of Joanna's body, but with a slit down the middle. The important part, Amanda knew, was what was inside the slit. It occurred to Amanda then that she had never seen a girl's pussy before in real-life. She had caught sight of them in porn, but never actually seen one for real. And now she probably still wouldn't see it properly - but she would be licking it. Her tongue inside another girl's private crevice. She continued staring at the problem in front of her, as if it was a jigsaw waiting to be started.
Joanna's chin was resting against the top of Amanda's bush of hair. It was very uncomfortable to keep her head tilted like this, but the alternative was to put it downwards, against Amanda's rough thicket, and Joanna certainly was not ready for that yet. Looking down at the task in front of her, all she could think of was how much she hated pubic hair. At least on men, the part you were meant to lick was mostly separate from the hair, but with a woman - it was like a barrier to entry, something you had to fight your way through before you could even get started. Joanna wondered why all men did not insist on women shaving their pussy like all - well, most - women did their armpits and legs. Amanda had it easy, Joanna thought to herself, and for a spiteful moment wished she had let her hair grow back especially for this moment, to show Amanda how unappealing it was.
Amanda decided that it was time to do something. She had suggested this, so she could not simply quit without trying, even though she believed that Joanna would not dare to try licking anyway. She began planting kisses on Joanna's bare pubic mound. It was not particularly exciting, and Amanda would not have noticed much difference from kissing Joanna's elbow. Knowing that she could not merely kiss all the time, Amanda reached out her tongue and began running its tip along the small groove where Joanna's labia met. The body of the girl on top stiffened slightly, and Amanda would have smiled if she could, if her tongue was not sticking out of her mouth. This was more exciting - more dangerous somehow. Amanda continued running her tongue back and forth, wondering if this was teasing the girl above her.
Joanna was surprised that Amanda had begun even tentative attempts. She had begun to expect that they would merely call the whole thing off. She stared down at Amanda's thicket that hid her pussy. All very well for you, Joanna thought to herself, I can't even see your pussy amongst all the hair. Joanna did not even have her hands available to reach through the hair and part Amanda's lips, to move the hair from her path. Her neck beginning to ache, she pushed her head forwards, into the forest of curly hair. She felt like she had grown a beard, and just waited, hoping that she would become acclimatised to the hair.
Amanda was relaxing into a pattern of running her tongue backwards and forwards when she slipped, and her tongue pushed through Joanna's labia, and bumped against Joanna's clitoris. Joanna moaned softly. Amanda resisted her instinct to withdraw her tongue, but instead began to run it up and down as before, but this time inside Joanna's slit. Her tongue parted Joanna's pussy as it ran up and down, the sides of her tongue sliding past Joanna's dry insides while the tip of her tongue edged its way over the detail of Joanna's cunt - the hidden clitoris, the inner lips that formed Joanna's vaginal entrance, that tasted salty and wet.
Joanna closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She pushed through the hair and into Amanda's pussy, between the lips and to where Joanna guessed the clitoris was. She tried to imagine that she was being forced into this, that Amanda was holding her head down and making her do this. The thought was a good one, and together with the surprisingly pleasurable sensations she could feel in her own sex, helped to take her mind off the feelings and tastes in her tongue. She began flicking her tongue back and forth over the clitoris, trying to emulate the actions of the men who had best pleasured her orally in the past.
Amanda gasped, mainly in surprise but also in pleasure, as Joanna's tongue found her clitoris, the key to her excitement. She stopped running up and down Joanna's slit but instead decided to focus on Joanna's clitoris, lapping at it like she would an ice-cream cone. She heard Joanna moan, which spurred her on to go faster.
Amanda was getting wetter now, and Joanna could no longer tell the difference between her own saliva and Amanda's juices, the two were intermingled and everywhere. If Joanna had opened her eyes she would have seen a wet patch developing on the bed where the liquids were pooling, but even without that she could feel the wetness on her chin, on her cheeks, on the tip of her nose. It was messy and it was new and it was arousing. The feelings of being buried in Amanda's pussy coupled with Amanda's licking, however misguided (her tongue motion felt all wrong, Joanna noted), were causing a surge of sensation to build up in Joanna, like the beginnings of a wave far out in ocean.
Amanda was breathing heavily now, snorting air in place of moaning as she licked Joanna's pussy. Despite the copious amount of liquids that were coating her face, Amanda could feel that the sides of her tongue were drying, and could feel it rubbing against her cheeks but she did not let up in her licking, driven on by the reciprocal motions of Joanna in Amanda's own pussy. She could not believe how good the short blonde was - just as good as any of Amanda's previous boyfriends. Amanda began to suspect that it was not Joanna's first time licking pussy, and wondered if she was as good at pleasuring Joanna.
Joanna licked furiously now, feeling the swell of her own orgasm inside her. She instinctively pushed her groin downwards onto Amanda's face, trying to grind against her for extra sensation. Amanda's own pussy throbbed as her face was engulfed by Joanna's cunt, unable to smell or taste anything but the other girl's sex. She bent her legs and tried to grab Joanna, to pull her closer. Joanna's head was surrounded by Amanda's pussy and her legs, the whole world blocked out except for the brunette's body which was desperately pulling her closer, pushing up against her, holding her captive.
Amanda began moaning gutturally as Joanna's licking suddenly began to pay off, her climax building quickly and incredibly strongly. Joanna began crying out as Amanda's tongue heightened the tension in her body, a rushing feeling inside her. The two girls, their bodies bound together and interlocking perfectly, began moaning and groaning and grunting and shouting as their bodies writhed and flexed and ground and weaved. Their climaxes were near-simultaneous, both turned on the approach of each other's. Their release was loud and energetic and unabashed.
They lay panting, Joanna carried up and down slightly by the movements of Amanda's chest as they both recovered their breath. They rolled onto their sides and reached towards each other's hands, freeing each other from the bounds in which they had been held for so long. Joanna turned round and lay next to Amanda with her head on the pillows, resting her neck.
"Your face is so wet!" Joanna remarked as she looked at Amanda's flushed face. She put her hand up to the brunette's face, trying to wipe away the slickness that covered her cheek, to little effect.
"Yours too," Amanda pointed out, mirroring Joanna's motion by reaching up to the blonde girl's cheek. There was a momentary pause and then their heads began moving towards each other and they kissed, their damp cheeks pushed together, their wet lips interlocking. Their tired tongues, each still covered with the other's taste, felt for each other and intertwined as the two girls embraced and joined their bodies together one last time, their damp thighs pushing against each other's, each girl enjoying the closeness of the other.
"I was thinking we should get some more toys," Amanda said at breakfast the next morning.
"Oh? What sort of things?"
"Maybe a strap-on?" Amanda said unsurely.
"Worth a try I think. So who would wear it - me or you?"
"I guess that depends who's in charge," Amanda said. They both started laughing, and did not stop for some time.
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