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  “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!”

  But when she started to do the same, working a finger into my pussy, I wiggled in protest, unfastening my mouth long enough to explain.

  “No fingers,” I instructed. It was far too distracting. “Please, just my clit.”

  She focused her attention back on my clit, working magic with the flick of her tongue, sending heat through my whole body. My nipples were hard against her belly, and one of her hands found my breast, tweaking, squeezing, pushing me feverishly close to my destination. I knew I was going to come, but I wanted to make her come again too.

  I worked my tongue and fingers together furiously, trying to stay centered on the task at hand, but her mouth was far too good, and the way she rolled my nipples while she licked me made it too hard to concentrate. That’s when I saw the vibrator resting agai
nst her thigh.

  It was the less-complicated one and I grabbed it, turning it on and replacing my fingers with its length. Jen cried out, losing her grasp on my pussy, as I began to fuck her with the dildo, using my tongue to tease her little clit. She seemed to like that, if the way she grabbed my hips and buried her face in my pussy was any indication. Her thighs were wide and trembling, her hips pushed up, the low, muffled sounds in her throat growing louder by the moment.

  Then I pushed the speed even higher, feeling that first no-turning-back sensation in my groin, knowing my orgasm was coming and wanting her to get there too. Jen writhed beneath me, frenzied, her tongue and mouth going crazy against my pussy, and that sent me over the edge. I couldn’t stop if it I tried. Delicious spasms wracked my whole body and I sucked Jen’s clit between my lips to keep myself from screaming with pleasure.

  And then she was coming too, in a flood of juices all over the plunging dildo in my hand, the wet sound of her orgasm filling the room. It went on and on, and I didn’t stop fucking her or licking her for a moment, feeling her nails digging into my ass, leaving half-moon crescents I would notice later but I didn’t notice at all then. Nothing in the world existed except the hot, sweet, pulsing pink flesh of Jen’s pussy in my mouth.

  “Holy fuck.” She gasped against my thigh, leaving hot trails of kisses there. “I can’t see straight.”

  “My ears are ringing,” I panted, wiping her juices off my chin with the back of my hand as I rolled to the side, collapsing on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. It was spinning. Or maybe that was my head. I couldn’t tell. “Now that was better than my vibrator.”

  “I’ll say,” she agreed, sighing happily. “How come guys can’t learn to do that?”

  I thought about Tom’s brief forays between my legs, his eagerness to penetrate me, the unwillingness to learn my queues, even after years of being together.

  Glancing over at Jen, I shrugged. “They probably could, if they wanted to.”

  We were quiet then, both of us, I think, contemplating that realization.

  “I want to show you something.” She went over to the television and turned it on. I couldn’t believe she could stand, let alone walk, but I half-sat, back on my elbows, to watch as she put a disk into the DVD player. It was only a moment before she had queued it up to a lesbian scene, one of the women wearing a very large strap-on, the other bent over to take it.

  “Hot,” I murmured. It was. My pussy was still on fire but I couldn’t help touching myself, exploring the wetness, the gentle pulse of my orgasm still fading. I couldn’t believe it, but she made me want to come again. I didn’t often have more than one climax in a session with Tom—honestly, I was lucky to get that. But Jen just made me want more. And more. And more.

  “Isn’t it?” She sat on the edge of the bed, glancing back at me with a little smile. “I let Brad watch lesbian porn and jerk off whenever he wants. He thinks he’s buying it for himself.”

  I chuckled. “But you watch it when he’s not home don’t you?”

  “Hell yes.” She grinned, looking back at the screen with a longing sigh. “I want to do that.”

  “On top or bottom?”

  “Bottom.”

  We were going to get along just fine, me and Jen. “Do you have a strap-on?”

  “No.” She sighed. “I’ve never had the opportunity to use one.”

  “Maybe you should get one.” I sat up, steadying myself. I was still dizzy. Then I put my arms around her from behind, cupping her sweet breasts in my hands. They felt just like I knew they would, like firm little plums.

  She moaned softly, leaning back against me, letting me fondle her. “I think maybe I should.”

  I had a feeling this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful, brand new sort of friendship.

  The End

  ABOUT SELENA KITT

  Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!

  Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

  When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather, and playing kitty cat.

  Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)

  She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com

  If you enjoyed GIRLS ONLY: THE HAIRDRESSER,

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  GIRLS ONLY: NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION

  By Selena Kitt

  Selena Kitt’s *Girls Only*—where the girls get naughty together, but it feels oh, so good!

  Tina’s New Year’s resolution brings out the explorer in her partner, Beth, and the two women go on a mission to find the perfect new toy for their sexual adventures.

  Selena Kitt Single

  Short Story—Big Bang!

  (approx 3,500 words)

  Warning: This title contains hot panty-melting girl-on-girl action!

  EXCERPT:

  “Like it?” Tina’s voice was husky as she met Beth’s eyes in the mirror. Beth just nodded, swallowing hard as Tina pulled her t-shirt off, so that she was completely naked except for the strap-on and mesh panties. “How about now?”

  “Fuck, baby!” Beth breathed, her hand pressing between her legs over the crotch of her jeans.

  “Yeah.” Tina’s hips swayed as she came forward, pressing the black cock to Beth’s lips. “I am... I’m gonna fuck you so good and hard...”

  Beth groaned, licking and sucking the head of the dildo, her eyes on her girlfriend’s face.

  Tina smiled. “Play with yourself, baby. I want to watch.”

  Beth unsnapped and unzipped, wiggling her jeans and panties down her hips to her knees. Her pussy—just as smooth and soft as Tina’s; they shaved each other every other day—was soaking wet and her fingers sank easily into her flesh.

  “Think this thing has batteries?” Tina mused, searching for and finding the “on” switch. The vibrating egg between her legs began to hum and she gasped, her eyes half-closing in pleasure. “Ohhh yes... batteries included... thank god!”

  Beth groaned around the shaft of the dildo as Tina’s hips rocked, pressing the head of the cock deeper into her throat. Her clit was throbbing and she rubbed it in fast circles as Tina fucked her mouth.

  “That feels so gooooood, baby,” Tina moaned, rolling her hips as she pressed forward. Beth knew that the vibrating egg was rubbing right against the blonde’s clit through the disposable panties, and that the harder she pressed, the better it felt. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you with this big cock...”

  SELENA KITT’S OTHER WORKS

  NOVELS

  A Baumgartner Reunion

  Babysitting the Baumgartners

  Baumgartner Generations: Henry

  Baumgartner Generations: Janie

  Bluebeard’s Wife

  Falling Down

  Foreign Exchange

  Heidi and the Kaiser

  Letters to the Baumgartners

  Naughty Bits (Revised)

  Plaid Skirt Confessions

  The Baumgartners Plus One
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br />   The Real Mother Goose

  The Song of Orpheus

  The Surrender of Persephone

  The Sybian Club

  Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)

  Unfolding

  NOVELLAS

  Blind Date

  Escaping Fate

  Taken

  ANTHOLOGIES

  Back to the Garden (Revised)

  Confessions

  EcoErotica

  Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Complete Collection

  Quickies

  Shivers

  Tickled Pink

  SHORT STORIES

  A Baumgartner Christmas

  A Different Angle

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Alice

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Beauty

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Goldilocks

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Gretel

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Rapunzel

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Red

  A Twisted Bard’s Tale

  Advent Calendar

  Christmas Stalking

  Core Deep

  Daddy’s Favorites: Darla

  French Lessons

  Garden of Eden

  Girls Only: New Year’s Resolution

  Girls Only: Sybian Sorority

  Happy Accident

  I’ll Be Your Superman

  Lassoing the Moon

  Lost Souls

  Man of the House

  On Cherry Hill

  Paperback Romance

  Pumpkin Eater

  Sacred Spots

  Second Chance

  Shorn

  Sibling Lust: In the Barn

  Sibling Lust: On the Bus

  Sibling Lust: In the Fold

  Starving Artist

  Stay

  The Flintstone Experiment

  The Gingerbread Man