Wednesday Pets a Puppy
As they lay, spent on Enid's bed, Wednesday's fingers drifted down to her lover's fuzzy mound. "Every time we've been intimate, you've had a penis. I'd like to see how it is with your feminine form, if that's ok with you."
"Of course, roomie," Enid smiled.
And Wednesday started to kiss her way down Enid's chest, to the lower part of her rib cage, to her belly button, and down to her mons.
Like Enid's head hair, her pubes were blonde. Light enough she could see her cleft peeking through. But with a small tuft of pink on the left and blue on the right. Wednesday wondered, "Does she dye this? Or does her hair naturally have pastel tips." This would definitely merit more investigation. Later.
She felt the heat flowing from her roommate's sex, the humidity from her arousal. Her fingers slid down, feeling lips simultaneously familiar and foreign.
Wednesday's fingers spread her wetness around, feeling her slickness, her cream. She knew from teaching Enid how to masturbate that first night how tight she was, how sensitive she was. How barely a finger could fit in her. And she was attentive to her roommate's need.
"Fuck, Winna," Enid moaned as Wednesday's finger slid in her, stretching her. Enid had touched herself a couple times since her roommate had taught her, but it still felt different with her.
As Enid's hips bucked upwards, her head tossed back. And Wednesday brought her face closer to her lover's exposed sex. A tentative kitten tongue stuck out, and licked. A quick lick on her clit made Enid moan louder, and brought a smile to Wednesdays' face.
She continued to lick. Dragging her tongue in that tender skin between the outer and inner labia. Flicking her tongue on the underside of her clit. All the while her finger slid in and out of her roomie.
She felt Enid's pussy clenching on her finger. Half sucking trying to pull more of Winna in, half pushing trying to force her out. Enid's fists balled, grasping the sheets, looking for any anchor to this world as Wednesday's finger and tongue drove her to another.
And as she came, a low growl purred from Enid's throat, her thighs clamping on Wednesday's ears, holding her in place. Locking that tongue and finger in the perfect position to extend her climax.
