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Bea’s body was a soft place to rest. I shifted to find a perfect position for a nap. Bea moved her hands up my hips and ribcage and stroked my breasts. She began kissing my neck. This was definitely not restful.

Bea took my right nipple between her thumb and index finger and pinched. Stung by Bea! I wanted to see how else she would touch me. I also wanted Jon to come in with breakfast, kiss me on the mouth and say, "Let’s leave here together, to hell with my lady at home. To hell with what’s his name, Dennis?"

She kissed me on the mouth. She tasted like coffee and custard cream donut.

“I always wondered what you’d feel like,” Bea murmured. “I wanted to touch your breasts since we were 17.”

“And now you have,” I rolled over so she was on the bottom. “Look at you!” I smiled down at her.

“Look at you!” She said, rolling us again so I was back on the bottom.

I didn’t mind the bottom but, of course, she already knew that. Back in college, we’d spend hours dissecting our make-out sessions, talking about what our partners were like in bed, what turned us on, what we never wanted to experience again but were OK with having tasted once. I was an energetic girl, but when push came to shove, I was happy to let someone else do the work.

“You smell so good. Your skin is so soft. I want to fuck you, can I fuck you?” She asked.

“With what?”

“What do you want inside of you? My tongue? My fingers? There’s that box of toys Laurel brought out earlier. It’s over by the rocker. God that chair is miles away! I could just suck you off right here? What do you think?”

“Knock yourself out. Or we could just sleep.”

“Never!” She slid down and put her face against my pussy. She kissed me with small nibbling kisses on the outside then progressively more delicate and intimate ones, till I could feel her tongue darting inside.

I put my hands on my breasts and turned my face to the sun coming in through the window. I could hear our friends laughing and conversing in the kitchen.

“You are gorgeous.” She lifted her head up and smiled up at me. She bent down and flicked my clit with her tongue. She widened my lips again and inserted two fingers inside me, moving back and forth while flicking her tongue on my clit. My lips parted, and I moaned and sucked in air. The sensation pierced me right to the core. She moved faster and faster. I widened further, and I felt more of her inside me, bigger than anything I had ever had inside me. I panicked for a moment, then relaxed. I was scared and excited, and I wanted pain and I wanted pleasure.

I exploded. The Fifth Orgasm.

Finally, she withdrew her hand, very slowly, cupping me with her palm. She was breathing hard and rested her cheek against my belly. I stroked her hair. Sweet, crazy, sexy Bea.

“Imagine if we’d figured this out in college. We’d never have gotten any work done.” She said smugly.

“I can’t even imagine it.”

“And that is one reason why we are here today.” She smiled. “Remember? You used to be so pure.”

“I’m still pure! Back then, I wanted every sexual contact to have meaning. I was saving it,” I almost said, ‘for Jon’ but I really didn’t want to get into that. It was a long time ago but when it came to Jon, "now" had the sensibility of a long time ago. I could have sex for a lot of reasons but love was a different story. “Do you want me to do you?” I asked.

“No, Jasmine. You don’t have the energy. You want to see Jon. But next time…Next time, definitely.”

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