Evolution/Revolution
Chapter VI
I know. We can talk about this another day, if you want. Rising, Annie's tongue
briefly brushed Laura's upper lip. She whispered, I am so happy you wanted us
to fuck. Thank you little one. It is time for you to sleep now. Dream a sweet
dream.
Laura reached for her gown, but decided sleeping naked would be better tonight.
Clean crisp sheets on one side and a fuzzy blanket on the other made for a nice
contrast.
She pulled the blanket to her chin folding it once to barely cover her breasts,
letting her contented mind wander and wonder. Then one more fold because she
enjoyed looking at her titties. Small firm tits crowned with big beautiful
nipples.
She frequently used the tips of her fingernail to scratch and flip her nipples,
counting how many it took until her nipples were hard. How many more until they
became too sensitive. Then she always added one more. Her one mores was now up
to twenty before she would permit herself to stop. Doing this made her hot
pussy wetter. She liked doing this a lot.
She wondered if this was what Annie meant when she spoke of fading orgasms,
impostors, and craving more. Her one mores had evolved to twenty and counting.
She would ask the next time they had a girl to girl talk.
But nothing before was remotely comparable to tonight's unforgettable beyond
belief orgasm. Imagining fucking David and Annie while squeezing, stretching,
and pinching her nipples hard sent wave after wave of pleasure to her clit. Oh
my god! Was that ever good? Yes, yes, yes.
She decided against crossing her arms, cupping her breasts and playing with her
nipples. Feeling warm fingers surveying the boundary of her pubic hair felt
good, too.
From somewhere deep inside her pussy, a tingling sensation took place as she
casually smoothed the skin with her thumbs, inches above the pubic bone. It was
a mirror image of where she touched only in reverse. The lighter she pressed
the better it felt. Totally opposite to what was needed for her nipple and clit
connection. The payoffs were a soothing tingle in contrast to an epidemic of
arousal. The calm after the storm.
Laura fell asleep with her right hand resting between her legs, thumb an inch or
so above and her left hand covering her breast.
