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  “Good.” Faith sat beside her on the bed, sliding her arm around Molly’s waist. She was nude from the waist up now and the touch of Faith’s bare skin was dizzying as they kissed again. She was getting used to the sensation of kissing, the delicious feel of their tongues meshing, but when Faith pulled her fully into her arms, their bare breasts flattening against one another, Molly couldn’t help the moan that escaped her throat.

  They leaned back together on the bed, like collapsing onto the softest cloud, mouths moving, hands too. Molly didn’t know where to put hers, but she couldn’t help touching the softness of Faith’s skin, petting her shoulder, her side where the hummingbird forever strained to reach the older girl’s breast. Faith, however, didn’t have any inhibitions. She ran her hands over Molly’s body, her fingers teasing the girl’s bare nipples, a sensation that sent such delicious sensations directly between Molly’s thighs, she thought they were like little “on” buttons.

  Molly had done a little experimenting with her own body—touching her nipples through her nightgown, twisting in the sheets at night, her hand tucked between her legs, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, never getting any relief—but she’d never felt anything like the sensation of Faith’s mouth fastened over her hard, dark nipple. It made her hand move between her own legs, cupping her mound through her jeans, feeling the incredible heat there.

  “That’s right,” Faith instructed, reaching down, unbuttoning and unzipping Molly’s jeans. “Do what feels good.”

  “Don’t stop doing that,” Molly gasped, wiggling out of her jeans. She left her panties on, some semblance of modesty, although she wasn’t sure why.

  “What? Licking them?” Faith smiled and flicked her tongue across the tip of her nipple. “Sucking them?”

  Molly moaned when Faith’s mouth covered her nipple again, fingers playing with the other, making Molly’s hand move faster and faster between her legs. She had never understood this feeling, this wanting something more, always. She had often rubbed the wiry dark hair covering her labia until she felt raw and on the verge of something entirely new, but to no avail. There was never anything but breathless aching over every crest.

  Faith spent a long, long time kissing and licking her nipples, first one, then the other, whispering often how beautiful Molly was, how lovely, how perfect. It made Molly glow from the inside out, the fire between her legs so intense she could barely breathe. When Faith began kissing her way down Molly’s belly, she forgot how to breathe, and when her lips and tongue started tracing the elastic outline of Molly’s panties, she didn’t care if she ever breathed again.

  “Have you ever made yourself come?” Faith wondered aloud, hooking her thumbs in Molly’s panties and sliding them down her thighs.

  “I… don’t…” Molly shook her head, watching in wonder as the older girl kissed and nibbled and licked at her dark fuzz. Molly wasn’t just hot down there, she was moist too. Wet and squishy and full to bursting.

  “So this really is your first time.” Faith brightened, slowly parting Molly’s labia, easing her way into the flesh, exploring with her tongue. Molly stared in disbelief, up on her elbows. She’d heard about this—a few of her girlfriends at sleepovers had giggled and whispered and talked about oral sex, both giving and receiving—but she’d never understood. Not until the moment Faith’s tongue found that spot, that throbbing, aching, sensitive spot, did she understand all the fuss.

  But she understood now.

  “Ohhh my God!” Molly moaned, head going back, knees falling apart, back arching in complete surrender to the lash of the older girl’s persistent, velvet tongue. Faith moaned too but it was muffled because her mouth was fastened over Molly’s swollen mound. It made her thighs tremble and her ass clench.

  “Do you want to feel what a cock would be like?” Faith murmured, kissing that spot, the brush of her lips making Molly quiver. She didn’t wait for an answer before sliding a finger inside, making Molly’s body jolt in surprise. Then she slid two fingers in and Molly groaned at the sensation of being filled.

  “One more,” Faith urged, stretching Molly to the max, making her cry out as three fingers slid inside of her. “There. That’s what a boy’s cock would feel like sliding inside of you.”

  “Oh God.” Molly bit her lip, eyes half-closed as she looked down at Faith slowly sliding her fingers in, then out, the soft squelch of her wetness filling the room. “Ohhhh yes!”

  “You like that?” Faith smiled, nuzzling her mound with her nose. “Try this.”

  Faith’s mouth found her again, sucking and licking and tasting and swallowing. Molly shuddered and bucked and thrust, more, more. Her mind raced. She couldn’t focus. Her brain had forsaken her altogether and she became pure sensation. The fire between her legs was like a fever that wouldn’t break. She was miserable, aching, shivering all over.

  When it came—when she came—it was sudden and surprised her so much she cried out and backpedalled on the bed, her sex throbbing with release, finally, finally, such blessed, sweet relief. Molly stared, panting, open-mouthed, as Faith smiled slyly, her face glistening with Molly’s juices.

  “What… was… that?” Molly gasped, hand covering her own mound, still unable to quite believe the sensation that had overtaken her.

  “That, dear girl, was an orgasm.” Faith gave a throaty laugh, climbing up beside her on the bed to take stunned Molly into her arms. Molly let her, still trembling in shock. “That’s what you want to make sure you feel every time you’re with a boy. If he doesn’t make that happen with his cock, then you make him use his fingers and his tongue, like I just did.”

  “That’s never happened before,” Molly whispered, turning her flushed cheek to rest against Faith’s breast, her glasses fogged and all askew. “Even when I touched myself… I didn’t know…”

  “See why sex is so much fun?” Faith laughed, petting her neck, her shoulder. “Once I started, I could never get enough.”

  “When did you start?” Molly wondered aloud.

  “I was fourteen.” She kissed Molly’s cheek, her lips soft, sweet. “A girl like you, so unexperienced, these days? You’re like a…”

  “Weirdo.” Molly snorted a laugh. “I know.”

  “I wasn’t going to say that.” Faith kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re like a dream come true. A blank slate.”

  “Can I do that again?” Molly asked, hearing Faith’s low chuckle. “I mean, it can happen more than once, right?”

  “Girls can do it a lot,” Faith agreed. “Way more than guys. I can come over and over again. Especially during oral.”

  “Oral.” Molly said the word, letting it roll off her tongue. “I like oral.”

  “Me too,” Faith replied with a laugh.

  Molly looked up at her, thoughtful. She’d never believed, in her wildest dreams, that something like this might happen. With Faith. With anyone, ever! But now that it had, she was glad. Not only that it had happened, but that it had been Faith, beautiful, kind, generous Faith. She was like an older, more experienced sister. Only not related, which made this all okay. Or, at least more okay.

  “God, you turned me on.” Faith sighed, sliding a hand down over her breast, tweaking her nipple. “Do you mind if I make myself come?”

  “No, I don’t mind.” Molly watched as Faith’s hand slipped lower, trailing over the softness of her belly, heading between her thighs. “You can do it yourself?”

  “You’ve never touched yourself?” Faith half-smiled, sighing deeply as her fingers parted her labia.

  “Well, a little,” Molly admitted, up on an elbow, watching Faith’s hand move. Her mound was completely shaved, glistening wet.

  “You have to rub your clit,” Faith instructed, parting her labia to show her. “Right here, up top. This little button. You have one. Feel.”

  She took Molly’s hand, guiding it between Faith’s thighs. It was so very slippery, slick and hot, but Molly felt it under her fingers, just like a little button. Faith rubbed it back and forth, moa
ning softly.

  “Touch your pussy,” Faith urged. “Go ahead.”

  Molly bit her lip, but she did it, parting her labia, just like she’d seen Faith do, fingers exploring the soft, swollen flesh between her legs. Oh God, there it was—the place Faith’s tongue had focused on, her mouth driving Molly wild with lust. It throbbed under her fingers as she watched Faith touch her own pussy.

  “You can come again,” Faith assured her. “Do whatever feels good. I like to make circles with these two fingers, like this.”

  Molly watched, fascinated, as Faith covered her clit with her fingers and rubbed them around and around, slowly at first, then faster. Molly mimicked her movements, gasping at the sudden jolt, like an electric shock, when her fingers found her own clit, then moaning as the sensation took off. It was like the slow take-off to flying, a sweet build-up.

  “God you taste so good.” Faith licked her lips, eyes half-closed. “I can still taste you in my mouth.”

  “It tastes good?” Molly blinked in surprise. The thought had never occurred to her but now it intrigued her.

  “Kiss me.” Faith tilted her face up and Molly lowered her lips to hers, tasting, a musky tang. “See?”

  “Mmm.” Molly brightened, her gaze following the movement of Faith’s fingers. “Can I taste you?”

  Faith stopped breathing, her eyes widening in surprise.

  “Are you sure?”

  Molly nodded shyly. She wanted to. Not only was she curious, but she remembered how good it felt to have Faith’s tongue between her legs, so much better than her own fingers, even now. Faith had given her a gift, and she wanted to give her one too.

  “Only if you’re sure,” Faith said as Molly took off her glasses and put them on the night stand.

  “I’m sure.” She said the words, but when she was settled between Faith’s thighs, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Molly kissed her thigh, watching Faith touch herself, wondering what she’d just gotten herself into. She didn’t have any idea what she was doing, after all.

  “You don’t have to.” Faith touched Molly’s hair as the younger girl rested her cheek against one of her spread thighs. “I can get myself off like this.”

  “Just… lick?” Molly frowned, watching Faith spread her lips, showing her up close. She’d never seen her own sex this close up before and was amazed the soft, pink inside, the labyrinth of flesh, the sensitive button up top, and the wink of a dark, wet hole near the bottom.

  “Right here,” Faith urged, framing her clit between her fingers. “Just lick here until you get tired… or I say stop.”

  “Okay.” It sounded easy enough.

  Molly touched her tongue to Faith’s clit, feeling her shiver in response. She lifted her gaze to meet the older girl’s eyes, moving her tongue back and forth over that little button. It didn’t taste bad—that same tangy musk she’d experienced when she kissed Faith. In fact, she kind of liked it. She remembered how it felt, having Faith’s tongue between her thighs, her fingers slipping in and out, taking her higher and higher.

  Faith moaned, rocking her hips up, and Molly licked her faster, latching her mouth over her mound. Her skin was incredibly soft, completely smooth, her labia swollen and slick. Molly slid her hands up over Faith’s belly, coming to rest on the older girl’s breasts. They filled her hands deliciously and Faith moaned louder when Molly squeezed her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger.

  Molly’s own pussy throbbed and she squeezed her legs together and tried to focus on Faith’s pleasure. But it wasn’t easy. The more Faith responded, the more exciting it became, the more her own sex ached for attention. She twisted her hips on the bed, lashing her tongue over Faith’s clit again and again, hearing her breath coming faster, filling the room.

  “Let me lick you,” Faith moaned, reaching for her.

  Molly shook her head—she wanted to make her come, wanting to give that to her—refusing to unfasten her mouth from Faith’s swollen, slick mound.

  “Yes! Come here!” Faith twisted around, turning, grabbing Molly’s slim hips and yanking them so she was on top of the older girl. Molly could still reach Faith’s pussy and re-fastened her mouth over her clit, licking and sucking furiously at her flesh, moaning all the while.

  But her moans grew louder when Faith did the same to her, spreading Molly’s labia so she could bury her face between her legs. Her aching pussy was finally getting the attention she’d craved, but it made it so damned hard to concentrate! She tried to stay focused, working her tongue around and around, the way Faith had done—was doing—to her, tracing the same path Faith had made with her fingers, but Faith’s mouth made it almost impossible.

  “Oh God!” Molly cried out. That sensation—taking off, leveling out, rising again, and then… then… “Oh God! Ohhhhh!”

  Faith wrapped her arms around Molly’s hips, her own bucking up against Molly’s flickering tongue. There was no stopping it. Molly thrashed in her arms, her orgasm rising to a fever pitch, taking her with it as it crested and rolled through her. Nothing had ever felt this good in the universe, before or since, she was sure of it. Faith moaned against her sex and Molly felt her shudder and buck, her pussy spasming around Molly’s exploring, probing fingers. She was coming, under her, all over her face, Faith was coming too.

  “Oh sweetheart.” Faith moaned softly, kissing the insides of Molly’s trembling thighs. “You made me come so hard.”

  Molly turned, letting Faith pull her into her arms, their kiss blending the taste of their juices, a delicious, heady concoction. She thought she’d never taste anything so sweet in her life again. Faith breathed her in, pulling the comforter over them both. It was chilly now, their bodies shiny with sweat and more.

  “Thank you,” Molly said softly, snuggling against the rise of Faith’s ample breasts. “For showing me.”

  “Mmmm, thank you for letting me.” Faith kissed the top of her head. “Now when Gus goes to kiss you, you’ll know what to do.”

  “Now I’ll know just where to tell him I want to be kissed.” Molly smiled, closing her eyes, feeling Faith’s low laugh. “And how… and how often…”

  “Good girl,” Faith replied. “But you know… there’s more I have to teach you.”

  “There is?” Molly’s head came up in surprise, her body responding instantly with heat.

  Faith nodded, grinning. “Lots more.”

  “I can’t wait.” Molly kissed her, full on the mouth, not even a little bit shy anymore.

  “Me either,” Faith murmured against Molly’s lips as they lost themselves together once more.

  It wasn’t the first time—it could never be the first time again, Molly knew. But it wouldn’t be the last time, either, and that made Molly happy.

  Happier than she ever could say.

  The End

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