A rimjob lesson for two

To tell you the truth, I was bummed! I had been working
my rear off trying to pass Mr. Rogerson’s Advanced
Biology class and kept getting “F” after “F”. Finally,
I gave into my pride and asked him how I could get a
better grade in his class so I could graduate in May.

That’s when she walked into my life. Her name was
Margie and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever
seen. I hardly ran into her since she was in the
advanced classes and I was stuck with the dumbed-down
versions, but we used to ride the bus together in
middle school and she seemed pretty nice then. Mr.
Rogerson assigned her to me because she was at the top
of the class in Biology. She could have been lower than
me, though, and I wouldn’t have cared!

Now I’m no Britney Spears or anything, but I think I do
have a charm about me. I’m about 5’3″ with pretty
bright red hair and the palest skin you’ve ever seen.
It’s great when I get compliments about my “milky-
white” skin, but it’s a bitch in the summer when it’s
beach time! Everyone else gets to wear next to nothing
and get a tan, and I have to layer up and put on SPF
15,000. I also don’t have the biggest breasts, but I
consider my rear to be nice and am a very sensual gal
over all.

Margie is definitely a “classic” beauty. Her kinky,
curly auburn hair comes down to the beginning of her
hips and her smile lights the room! She’s a little
taller than me at 5’7″ or so and has legs that just
cause me to grin just thinking about them. Her breasts
are a little bigger and her tummy and rear a little
flatter, and she has the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever
seen.

Anyway…

Margie and I met at her place to start our tutoring
sessions. Her parents were still at work and we headed
to the kitchen table to look at today’s homework. I
kept noticing her looking at me oddly as we began to go
over our assignment.

I’m pretty daring with my fashion and had put on a
silky purple top with some tight-ass jeans. I really
don’t care how I look as much as how the clothes feel
on me. The silk rubbing up against my bra-less nipples
feels wonderful all day long, and the tight jeans ride
up on me�.which can be thrilling in a variety of ways.

Finally, Margie leaned over and said, “Hey, LizBeth,
where did you get that blouse? That fabric looks so
wonderful!” I told her where I had bought it and
commented, “Yeah, it’s like I get to wear a nightie all
during the day” and winked at her. She blushed and
asked if she could feel the fabric. Margie touching me?
Heck yeah!

She rubbed some of the sleeve between her fingers and
oohed and aahed about the silkiness of my blouse. I
intentionally moved in closer to her, breathing her in
as I gazed unabashedly at her beautiful face. Which is
when she looked at me and kissed me.

Wow! Was I surprised! Here I thought Margie was a
pretty innocent gal and she was putting the moves on
me! We kissed for what seemed like ages, and finally
broke apart and just stared at each other. Breathing
heavily, I asked if I could see the rest of her house,
specifically the bedroom area perhaps. She readily
agreed and I followed her as she raced down the hall to
her bedroom.

I got only a glimpse of her decorations as I fell on
the bed with her and we began making out like there was
no tomorrow. Our hands caressing as our tongues began
to introduce themselves, sliding back and forth as we
kissed hot and heavy. Evidently, Margie had been pent
up for quite a while, because her hormones were raging!
Not that mine weren’t.

I could tell she wanted to go further so I stood up by
the side of the bed and pulled off the blouse she liked
so much. I tossed it to her as I unbuttoned and
unzipped my jeans, wriggling out of them as fast as I
could. My breasts may be a bit small, but my nipples
are pretty big comparatively and they were so stiff
from our making out that they almost hurt! For some
reason, I got shy when I was standing there in just my
panties, so I looked down at the floor as I pulled them
down.

I wondered if she would like the fact that I’m shaved
or if she would think it was a turn-off. Again, I’ve
always liked the feel of my clothes against my skin,
and shaving allows my cotton or silk panties to touch
my nether lips with nothing in the way. Margie
exclaimed, “You are beautiful!” and leaned over to
lightly kiss my pussy!

A shudder ran through me as I lay down on the bed to
watch her undress. She decided to do more of a strip
tease for me. She playfully pulled off articles of
clothing, moving her hips to an unheard beat (the beat
of my heart?). Margie nude was even more beautiful than
Margie clothed. Her breasts looked ready for my kisses
and her pussy had a trimmed strip of dark curly pubic
hair that was already glistening. We wasted no more
time; we only had an hour left before her parents would
be coming home.

She slid back onto the bed and we kissed more slowly
this time. Our hips moving as we rubbed our pussies
against each other’s thighs; our breasts pressing close
as our hands moved to cup and tease rears. Knowing that
time was against us, we pretty quickly ended up in my
favorite position – classic 69 with her on top.

I lowered her beautiful, wet, rapidly reddening pussy
to my lips and begin to explore the folds of her with
my tongue. Meanwhile, she was slowly and softly sucking
on my labes and clit, softly and sensually tasting and
pleasuring me.

She gasped, however, as I moved my tongue to her cute,
slightly dark pucker that looked like it was just
begging for a kiss. I pulled away, but I heard her say,
“Go on” in a muff-led voice. I rimmed her slowly,
thoroughly causing her to moan as her tongue slid as
far into me as it could go. The vibrations from her
moaning almost sending me over as I moved back down to
focus on her very swollen clitoris. My finger remaining
to tease her rear hole, I spelled our names on her clit
with my tongue. I couldn’t control myself for long,
however, because she began lapping at my clit like a
kitten at a milk bowl. I responded in the same manner
and our muffled moans filled the room.

Her scent overpowered me as she began to cum; her
juices spilling over my face as I drank her down. Soon
after I came with spasms and jerks and a wild scream (I
can be a bit noisy), wave after wave hitting me until
we both came down. Our sweating bodies stuck tight to
each other as we gasped for breath, occasionally
letting our tongues lap up some leftover honey. She
switched positions so that she was in my arms and
that’s when we heard her dad drive up the driveway.

Did he catch us? Let’s just say that I’m now considered
the fastest dresser this side of the Appalachians ;-).