Raindrop Kisses

Jill's hand was quaking violently as she reached out and ran adoring fingers over Rachel's exposed parts. Her head swimming, her lusts blazing, she fondled and tickled Rachel's pussy and quivering legs with trembling fingertips. Swallowing back on her fears she leaned in, slowly, nervously, until her mouth pushed up against Rachel's lips, soft, warm flesh pressing together, Rachel's encouraging fingers delving into Jill's hair. Jill kissed her softly, then once more, gently sucking the small lips into her mouth and savoring the flavor. They sprang back lightly, surprisingly pliable, as they escaped Jill's lips. She could feel her arms shaking madly, no longer to support her weight as she leaned in, the searing fear of her evil acts already haunting her.

Jill pulled back and stared at Rachel's pussy, her tortured heart pounding wildly in her chest. She fought the urge to stand and run, to race to escape her depraved sin. The foreboding voices in her head screaming at her were not her own. And a deep longing to share enduring pleasures would not be quelled.

Apprehensively Jill stretched out her tongue, pressing it into the soft plump skin of Rachel's sex, snuggling it between Rachel's warm, moist lips, tasting the salty wetness, feeling the tender folds of skin caressing her lips and tongue. Rachel squirmed and groaned as Jill's tongue slid over her pulsing clitoris. Pressing her lips tight, Jill drew the thick clitoris into her mouth, sucking on it feverishly as Rachel's body arched and stiffened. Jill's eyes teared, her mind reeling. She could taste the flesh, feel it with her tongue, caress it with her lips. This time it wasn't an innocent, private fantasy; there was a real girl's clitoris in her mouth, and her mind was screaming in anxious needful terror.

A rushing horrified need to devour Rachel poured through Jill. As she tasted the tantalizing juices running down along her throat, sending Jill's stomach and heart into throbbing waves of unbearable excitement, her body quaking with need, and lust, and dread, she succumbed to the crushing weight of a lifetime of tortuous guilt. She pulled back, the juices dripping from her quivering chin, and listened to Rachel's soft cry of sexual frustration.

Jill stood up and moved beside Rachel. Tenderly groping Rachel's right breast with one hand, Jill titillated the nipple perched high on the left breast with her tongue. She ran tender fingers down over Rachel's stomach and trembling pelvis, then through her slippery slit and over her clitoris. With a soft flicking motion she toyed with Rachel's inner lips and clit as she sucked hungrily on Rachel's supple nipple, the dark flesh soft and warm inside Jill's mouth.

While she watched Rachel's quivering auburn body arch and tense in primal instinct, Jill battled to subdue the terrifying realization of what she was doing that began to send shocks of tingling terror through her gut. She forced herself to ignore the act itself, and remain enthralled with the exhilarating details of the nipple that pulled softly into her mouth, and the memory of Rachel's full, bouncing breast in her hand, and the sensation of the slippery, pea-sized knob she was toying with between her fingers that tightened and swelled with her every touch as though a living thing itself. To Jill it was terrifying and yet all so right, so comfortable, exciting, and felt somehow a bit like coming home. As she began to stroke Rachel's clit between her thumb and finger like she was masturbating a little penis, the girly flesh slick as it marinated in its own juices, Rachel began to squirm and groan with impassioned pleasures.

Rachel shivered, groaning loudly, her back arched, and then fell limp in the seat. She grabbed at Jill's hand as it glided over her pussy, laughing in relief as she pulled her knees together. "Oh, yes," she moaned seductively. "That's what I needed. A little fast but a good start."

Rachel rested for a moment, her head leaning in to cradle into Jill's breasts. Her legs fell open and Jill watched, enthralled, as her pussy pulsed and twitched with fulfilled contentment, the body in natural involuntary response to her sexual exploits. After several tender moments Rachel stood up and pushed Jill down into the warmth she'd left behind in the chair.

"You can just touch me with your fingers," Jill breathed heavily. "I don't know if I'm ready for..."

Ignoring her completely, Rachel knelt between Jill's legs, shoving forcefully out on her inner thighs with urgent hands and pushing Jill's knees up toward her breasts. Jill gasped in shock and grabbed at the bars of the weight machine, bracing herself before...

Rachel pushed her face into Jill's pussy fur, and Jill immediately felt Rachel's pulsing mouth sucking at her hidden girl parts without giving Jill a chance to object, or even prepare. Jill squirmed frantically, but Rachel sternly held her legs up and open, holding her cornered... thrillingly trapped. Jill tried to force herself to hold still as she felt Rachel's strong tongue sliding earnestly inside of her, delving in selfish molestation into Jill's vaginal opening, over her lips, and licking hungrily at her clit. She gasped in disbelief, lost in the struggle to absorb the bliss as her body filled with tingling warmth. She looked helplessly down at Rachel, her curving shoulders and arms, her long black hair that swirled delightfully down over her back, the smooth mounds and curves of her scrumptious forearms...

A driving rise flowed up inside of Jill and she stared down intensely into Rachel's warm, startling honey eyes, glowing with passionate heat as they stared up at her to relish the pleasured expressions. Rachel was licking Jill's sex anxiously, hungrily, her tongue diving deep amid Jill's innocent virgin flesh. The intense tingling inside her pussy rolled slowly outwards and up along her hips, filling her with a heated, unfamiliar euphoria.

Rachel slowed her pace, stopping to tickle Jill's sensitive inner thighs teasingly, taunting the small hairs on her naked skin, sending relentless waves of titillating need through her. Jill groaned with thirsty frustration as she felt herself nearly climax without any pussy stimulation, but painfully not quite.

As Jill slowly came down, Rachel again licked at her - teasingly, tauntingly. Jill felt herself rise again, and then wait eagerly each time for the next slow touch of Rachel's tortuous tongue. Jill felt Rachel's hand tickle along the back of her upper thigh, teasing her leg to her buttocks, then taunt her tingling labia with cunning fingers, finding the humiliating slick lubricant from Jill's excitement drizzling over her vulva.

"Oh my god..." Jill gasped as she felt Rachel slip fingers invasively inside her wet vagina, intruding treacherously within her body. Jill squirmed frantically as she struggled to accept what Rachel was doing with her, and intrigued by Rachel's mischievous amusement with her uneasy discomfort. The violating fingers probed and explored Jill's sex ruthlessly, delving and thrusting, discovering pearls of sensuous sensitivity Jill had never known before. Jill flushed with quivering distress as Rachel uncovered sensations within her, taking control over her mysterious sexuality, stealing away with her lustful soul.

The traitorous fingers rummaged with thrilling seduction through Jill's body, then slid free and over the inner labia, leaving Jill disgraced and mortified, her knees spread, her precious parts exposed to this invader.

The screaming voices of guilt were quiet. Everything was eerily quiet.

"Just make me come," Jill breathed. "I'm going to lose it here!"

Again Rachel pushed her face deep into Jill, and she felt the flittering tongue attacking her clitoris as the passions inside of her writhed and twisted. She felt her small clit getting drawn into Rachel's mouth, between those full and tender lips, in a soft sucking kiss.

Jill's heart leapt as she realized her clit, her most lascivious and depraved self, was inside Rachel's mouth in an intimate, needful expression of lust.

An intense thrill built quickly from deep inside Jill's pussy, from a heated tingling itch at the tip of her needful clitoris, rising like fire up through to her breasts until she felt herself hit a fluttering high that drove her past madness.

Rachel stopped suddenly, and Jill cried out in painful desperation, forcing her knees further apart and up toward her chest in anguished supplication. "Don't stop!" she pleaded, tears filling her eyes.

Jill heard the low tone of the massager, and opened her eyes to look down at Rachel just as she pushed the massager ball up and against Jill's fully exposed pussy.

The wild, crisp shudders from the machine sent instant shivering explosions through Jill's anxious body, a blaze of sparking sensation raged through her with a living, frightened, panicked ecstasy. She grasped blindly at the frame of the workout machine, kicking her legs in a crazed frenzy of stimulation. Her entire body trembled and tickled everywhere at once, her heart screaming within her as she groaned in unbearable euphoria. The tremendous rapture so high, the thrill so incredibly intense within her, that for a few moments she ceased to exist as human at all amid the throbbing, violent pleasures that consumed her in a searing blaze. Her entire body filled with it, and her pussy thrust and pulsed so hard that her hips began to ache. She felt the harsh stream of liquid squirt from inside, her body eagerly betraying her, stimulating her urethra with scalding titillation, splattering against the floor, onto Rachel, and the equipment. For a few short moments all she knew was that enveloping sensation of bliss. Then, as the massager subsided, she descended into warm depths of sweet, dazed contentment.

She could feel her girly parts being toyed with lovingly for a few minutes, and then her breasts being tenderly fondled. As Jill was slowly aware that she was still there, somewhere inside the gym, she opened her eyes to see Rachel still touching her softly with one hand while pressing the purring massager between her own thighs with the other hand. Jill watched, contentedly, as Rachel played with her... and herself. She watched Rachel's face squint, then her eyes close in lustful pleasure. She quivered, and groaned warmly with the rapture, her intense gravely moan sinking deep into Jill's soul. Jill could feel Rachel's pleasured sensations as she watched her expression, fully enthralled in the sweet tender lust in Rachel's haunting eyes as they opened to roam and explore Jill's nudity. Rachel swooned, her privates gushing, her knees quivering, warm juices dripping into a puddle beneath her, and she crumpled to the floor.

Jill watched Rachel pant for several long moments, her delicious body curled on the floor, before she found her strength enough to sit up once more.

Jill laughed to herself, rubbing a soothing hand over her still throbbing, dripping flesh. She gasped a few more breaths, and finally stood to her feet. Slowly she lowered herself beside Rachel, stroking her skin and jiggling her breasts playfully just to watch them wave. She ran her hand caringly down over the chubby mounds that rose over her sensuality. They lay there together, listening dreamily to the distant sounds of traffic outside.

"Why did we pee when we did that?" Jill asked quietly.

Rachel chuckled. It made Jill smile.

"Really?" Rachel was incredulous. "That was your very first ejaculation?"

"My first what? But girls don't..." Her voice trailed off.

Rachel gave a mischievous grin. "You have a lot of fun ahead of you, sweetie."

"We should get going," Terry interrupted them. Jill wasn't sure how long they'd been there, but she wasn't ready to leave. She knew she'd never be ready to leave.

Slowly she pulled herself up, helped Rachel to her feet, and the girls hugged each other naked as the six of them stumbled blissfully back to the hot tub to put their clothes on.

They stopped a few minutes in the sauna to warm up once more before leaving, giggling softly amongst themselves while they talked about the excitement of the evening. As they walked in tempered silence back out to the van Jill looked up into the dark, low clouds as several tiny drops of rain struck her forehead. She sighed, looking around at the other girls.

Several minutes later the van pulled up in front of Jill's apartment building, and she stared out the window at it. She could see Sylvia pull the curtain aside to see who was there, and then sit to glare out at them, the glow of her cigarette giving her away. Jill turned to look back at the girls - Terry with her lustful eyes, Debbie and her brilliant hair, Sandra with her breasts bulging out from her coat, and Rachel with Jill's heart.

"You can come with us if you want," Terry offered. "We're leaving right now, driving through until we find sunny skies."

Jill looked back up at the window that was her apartment. "This is my home," she muttered softly.

"I understand," Rachel squeezed her hand as she spoke, but the crack in her voice spoke of only pain.

"The rent's due on Tuesday," Jill went on. "I have to go work in that disgusting, greasy diner until I can afford to pay it - probably not until Friday."

She looked over at the other girls. Rachel had a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and an inquisitive expression.

"Do they have disgusting greasy diners in California?" Jill asked wistfully.

"You better believe they do," Allison grinned. Rachel laughed darkly, quickly covering her mouth to conceal her excitement.

"And the ones in Mexico would make you gag!" Sandra added.

The van pulled out from the curb. Jill wondered if Sylvia could see her single-finger wave good-bye. She opted to assume she could.

"So, we're all shameless lesbians?" Jill asked, laying a flirty hand on Rachel's upper thigh.

"Except Allison," Terry explained. "She's bi, so don't be shocked if you see her with a guy or two, okay?"

Jill grinned. "Let's get some sunshine," she sighed. She lay back in the seat and slept with her head resting on Rachel's shoulder.