Girls Only: The Hairdresser (2 page)

“Damn,
girl—that’s not a vibrator, that’s a party in your pants!”

“It feels
soooo good.” Jen’s eyes sparkled as she sat next to me on the bed, still
holding the thing. Up close, I could see all the buttons and controls at the
base, and yes, that was a little silicone rabbit attached. “Want to try it?”

“Are you
serious?” I was just asking to be sure. My pussy was already soaking wet from
being around her all night long.

Jen’s
shoulders sagged and she started to get up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, wait.”
My hand on her arm was electric, like we’d completed a circuit the moment I
touched her. “I want to. I want to but…”

“But what?”

“I just wish
we had two. So we could both… you know…” I flushed. There was no sense not
going forward with it now. “Otherwise it might be awkward.”

“I doubt
that, but you’re in luck.” She smirked, handing me the pink vibrator and going
back to her underwear drawer. She pulled out another vibrator, this one more
familiar to me. Just a plain flesh-colored dildo with a simple dial control at
the bottom. “This one isn’t quite as fun as that one, but it’ll do.”

She took the
initiative, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them over her slim hips. She was
gorgeous, every glorious inch of her. Her panties were gone in an instant, revealing
the truth she’d stated earlier—Jen wasn’t a real blonde at all. Her pussy was
nicely trimmed, though—what else could you expect from a hairdresser?—a neat
little landing strip on top and completely shaved down below.

I wanted to
see her breasts too, but she was already climbing onto the bed, shoving the
photo albums to the floor and stretching out beside me. I’d been too stunned by
the sight of her to do anything with the vibrator in my hand, but when she
spread her legs and turned hers on, I remembered my own.

“Ohhhh yes.”
Her eyes closed as she teased the fake cock head between her smooth lips, the
buzz of it filling the room. “So good.”

It was. My
pussy throbbed and I squeezed my legs together, feeling the wetness in the
crotch of my panties. Thankfully, I didn’t have as much to take off to get to
the goods. All I had to do was inch up my skirt and nudge my panties aside with
the vibrator. Its pink head was soft silicone, not quite as good as a tongue
but almost, and I rubbed it easily through my slick slit, watching Jen play
with herself.

She opened
her eyes briefly to glance at me, giving me a dreamy half-smile. “Don’t forget
to turn it on.”

“Oh. Right.”
I was loathe to take the thing away from my pussy, but I had to inspect the
controls. They were far too complicated for my booze-addled brain. “Are you
sure this thing doesn’t control the space shuttle?”

Jen giggled,
half sitting to take it from me. It was still glistening with my juices and I
watched, my heart caught in my throat, as she licked the head of it with the
pointed, pink tip of her tongue.

“You’re
bad.”

She gave a
throaty laugh, flashing a mischievous smile before peeling off her t-shirt. “I
can be far worse.”

I would have
been lying if I’d said I’d been hoping for anything different when she pushed
my legs open wider and settled between them, now completely nude. Her breasts
were small and ripe, like little plums, her nipples a dark contrast to her pale
skin and the corn silk of her hair. I wanted to look at them more but she had
settled on her belly, urging my hips up, pulling my panties off, showing me how
to work the contraption in her hand.

“Like this.”
She pushed a button and the vibrator hummed to life between my legs. I tried to
pay attention to her instructions—how to turn it up, how to change the
pulse—but the way she had the head of it pressed right against my clit all the
while made it far too difficult to concentrate on anything mechanical.

“Jen,” I
whispered, biting my lower lip. She was talking about the speeds—three of them
I think? “Oh god… Jen…”

She lifted
her blonde head, her eyes meeting mine, and smiled. “You like it on your clit?”

I moaned,
shifting my hips forward and up in response. “Make it go faster.”

“Okay.” She
did, and my thighs trembled, my pussy so wet I was sure I was soaking her bed.
“Better?”

“Oh god
yes.” The vibrations sent lovely shivers through me and I found myself
unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra without thinking, letting it fall
open so I could tweak my nipples while she worked the head of the dildo over my
sensitive clit.

“But you
haven’t really felt the full effect yet.” Jen’s remark would have opened my
eyes, but it was the feel of the vibrator parting my swollen lips, sliding down
to my hole, that really did it. I gulped and gasped but I let her slip it
slowly in, the whole thing making my pelvis buzz.

“My clit,” I
protested. I was one of those girls who wanted—
needed
—direct clitoral
stimulation.

“No worries,
sweetheart.” She pressed it in deeper and suddenly that pelvic hum became
centered again right where I liked it. Gasping, I looked down to see the
silicone rabbit pressing against my clit, the vibrator deep inside me now.

“Oh my god!”
I reached out for something to hold onto, finding her wrist and forcing the toy
even deeper, the rabbit’s ears mashed against the aching bud of my clit,
teasing me into submission. “That’s fucking good!”

“Oh it gets
better.” Jen did something with the controls and before I knew what was
happening, the whole thing was moving inside of me, turning in delicious
circles.

“You weren’t
kidding!” I gasped. I didn’t tell her that I normally didn’t insert vibrators—I
just used them to tease my clit to orgasm. But this! This thing was out of this
world! It not only vibrated against my clit, but there were beads along the
length that turned, little ridges teasing the walls off my pussy with every
pass. I’d never felt anything like it.

“Told you.” She
smiled. “It makes me come so hard. It’s fucking epic.”

I could
imagine. I was imagining. I wanted to find out! “Faster, Jen. Oh god, please.”

“The
vibration? Or the rotation? Or—”

“All of it!”
I cried. I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but I was. My whole pussy was
spasming, aching for release. I couldn’t hold it back. “Oh god, fuck me faster,
harder, deeper!”

“Mmmm!” She
did as I asked, so skilled with the thing that I knew she must have fucked
herself a thousand times with it. Thinking of her doing that—knowing that this
very vibrator had been inside of Jen’s wet pussy—sent me flying into orbit.

“I’m gonna come!”

“Yes!” She
shoved the vibrator in as far as it would go, giving me just what I wanted, and
my body rocked hard on the bed, trembling and quivering with my climax. “Oh
god. Oh my god that was so fucking hot. You made me so wet.”

I wanted to
see. I wanted to taste. But even though we were pretty well drunk and
masturbating together on the bed, I still wasn’t sure she wanted to go
that
far.

“You taste
so fucking good.” She slid the dildo out of me, licking the length, sucking the
head into her mouth as she knelt up between my thighs. She was so beautiful she
made me dizzy and watching her suck that cock was hot. Hotter than hot. My
still-fluttering pussy ached in response.

“I bet you
do too.”

“Want to
find out?” she asked.

I nodded,
too eager, but god, I did want to. So very much. I tingled all over at the
thought of her hot, pink flesh under my tongue.

Jen
stretched out on her back, spreading her long, slender thighs, and then her
pussy, her perfectly manicured French nails slowly peeling back the layers like
ripe fruit. My mouth was watering. She circled her clit with one finger,
shivering, her nipples growing hard, as if there was a direct connection
between the two.

I watched
her touch herself, taking my blouse and bra off completely, and finally
unzipping my skirt. When that was gone, I was left just as naked as she was. I
settled myself between her thighs, just like she had between mine, but I wasn’t
armed with a dildo. All I had was my tongue and my fingers and I wondered if
they would be adequate. She was rubbing herself furiously now, her breath
coming fast, her cheeks rosy and flushed.

My pussy
ached. She was so beautiful—I could have stayed there and watched her until the
end of time. I knew I was hesitating. We’d already gotten naked and played with
ourselves—and each other—but somehow this felt like crossing a line that
couldn’t be explained away in the morning as two horny drunk girls just having
a little fun.

“Oh please,”
Jen begged, spreading her swollen pussy lips in front of me. “Your tongue.
Please!”

It was her
plea that decided me and finally did me in. I hadn’t done it in a long, long
time, but it came back to me in an instant. Not so much like riding a bike or
driving a car. More like breathing after being underwater for a long time. She
tasted like sweet heaven, pungent and strong, and I took my time getting to her
clit, wanting to really take her in, exploring every slippery crack and
crevice.

“Mandy!” she
cried, impatient, her hands moving to my hair, guiding me. She wanted it, almost
as much as I did, and I covered her with my mouth, warming her with my breath
before focusing my tongue against the hard little nub of her clit. I felt her
shudder, heard her breathe a sigh of relief—finally, finally, she was on the
right path, headed in the direction of ecstasy.

Licking a
girl’s pussy for the very first time is always an experiment. Does she like it
hard or soft? Fast or slow? Fingers or no? It’s all trial and error. We women
are far more complicated than the masculine rub and thrust release. I dialed my
tongue around her clit, searching for the most sensitive spot. We all have
one—mine is a little right of center, about two o’clock. Jen’s was opposite
mine. I could tell I hit the spot when she cried out, her hips jolting upward
involuntarily toward my mouth.

Once I’d
navigated to the perfect place, I stayed there, knowing how desperate she was,
how much she wanted it. If she hadn’t been so hot for it, I probably would have
teased her more, nuzzling her thighs, licking at her labia. She was so
baby-soft and smooth! But I didn’t have the heart to make her wait. Besides,
her hands were buried in my hair, hips rocking and rolling, heels dug deep into
the bed.

“Ohhhhh
fuck!” Her guttural cry made my tongue flutter faster, harder. I knew it
couldn’t be quite as intense as her vibrator, but I also knew how sweetly
delicious a tongue was focused right at that magic spot. Nothing could quite
match it or take its place. I slid my fingers through her slit, feeling how wet
she was. If I’d been worried about soaking the bed, it didn’t matter—Jen was
even wetter than me, and I didn’t think that was possible.

“Yes!” She
gasped, thrusting toward my probing fingers. “Fuck me! Do it! Finger me hard
while you lick my cunt!”

I squeezed
my legs together, feeling the fiery throb of my own cunt, and thought I might
just climax from her words. Dizzy with lust, unmindful of my newly-manicured fingernails,
I slipped my fingers into her hole. She was smooth as silk, a velvet clutch and
release.

“More!” she
insisted, not shy now about telling me just what she wanted. She was too close
to her goal for that. “Put them all in me! Stretch my pussy wide open!”

That wasn’t
so easy. She was tight, even though she was incredibly wet, but I managed to
get three fingers in, giving them to her in fast, easy strokes. But that wasn’t
enough, not for Jen.

“Ohhhh god,
don’t stop!” she cried, fucking back against my hand, guiding my mouth onto her
pussy, rubbing my whole face against it so I had to chase her clit with my
tongue. “More! Oh fuck me more! Harder! Deeper! Faster!”

I groaned
with the effort—my shoulder was actually aching—but I was so turned on I had to
keep squeezing my legs together, afraid my pussy juices were going to run down
my legs all over the bed like I’d wet myself. Besides, keeping it locked up
tight that way felt so good. I knew I could come in an instant if I spread my
legs and nudged my clit just a little bit, but I didn’t want that. Not yet. I
wanted to make her come first.

“Ohhhh fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She repeated it over and over as her belly began that
telltale spasm, her pussy clutching at the deep thrust of my fingers. I
fastened my mouth over her mound, sucking hard at her throbbing clit, her nails
raking over my scalp as she bucked on the bed. Her orgasm left us both
breathless and gasping for air, but when I lifted my head from between her
legs, she grabbed a fist full of my hair and grinned.

“Don’t
stop,” she whispered, spreading her swollen lips with the fingers of her other
hand, showing me the damage I’d done. Her flesh had gone from pink to blush-red
from my attention, her pussy juices pooling at her entrance, a creamy, sticky
mess. “I want to come again.”

My eyes
brightened and I leaned in to capture her clit once more, feeling her whole
body tremble, as if I’d given her an electric shock.

“Come here,”
she begged, reaching, grabbing for me. “Ohh god, Mandy, your tongue is so
good!”

I swung my bottom
around, letting her situate me, feeling her slender arms wrapped around my hips
as she pulled my pussy down to her face.

Now it was
my turn to swear. “Oh fuck!”

I knew I
wasn’t going to be able to stand that kind of attention for long. Her clit was
thick and swollen against my tongue, and the way she moaned against my pussy
when I licked it drove me wild. Jen was eager but skilled—she’d clearly done
this before. She found my sensitive spot in moments, focusing there with a
flutter and tickle that made my knees want to buckle.

Knowing now
what she liked, I slid my fingers deep inside, hearing her groan in response,
her hips rocking up to meet me. I fucked her hard and she fucked me right back,
her muffled “mmm-mmm!” response hot against my flesh, which I could only
translate as “more-more!”