Debbie's lips went lower. Diane felt the wetness from Debbie's tongue as the blonde girl traced a path down her stomach. Diane looked down and she could see only the top of Debbie's head.
"Nice," Diane moaned. "Nice!"
Diane sobbed softly as Debbie's head disappeared between her thighs. She felt the first tingle as Debbie's tongue touched her inner thighs. She grabbed the back of Debbie's head and pushed her farther into her venus mound.
Debbie's hands slipped up and clutched Diane's titties. Debbie began to knead them gently.
"Ummm, Debbie," Diane said. "That does feel good. It really does."
She shivered excitedly as Debbie's tongue entered her. Debbie pushed her tongue deep and then began to wiggle it around Diane's cunt walls. Diane felt hot shivers all over. She sobbed softly again as Debbie continued to drive her tongue into her honeypot.
Debbie's tongue moved faster and deeper. Diane screamed as she felt it rub across her clit. Then her tilt was sucked into Debbie's lips and Diane really went crazy.
"Oooooh," Diane called. "Oooooh, Jesus."
The hot fingers kneading her titties and Debbie's mouth sucking greedily at her clit was too much for her.
"Christ!" Diane yelled. "Oh, Christ. I ain't stand it. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh, Christ I'm coming. It feels so good. CHRISTTTT!! AGHHHHH!"
She pushed Debbie's face as hard as she could, and Debbie licked her cunt until Diane's juices flowed. Diane sobbed softly as her head fell back against her pillow.
Diane opened her eyes early the next morning when she heard her mother calling her. She pulled the covers over her head and groaned that she would not be going to church that morning.
"Don't you feel well?" her mother asked.
"Yes," Diane said. "I just don't feel like going to church."
Going to church with her parents had always bored her and this morning she was especially not in the mood. She went back to sleep. She opened her eyes again when she heard a knock on the front door.
She rolled over and squinted at the dock. It was a little past ten which meant she'd been asleep two hours since her parents had left.
The knocking became louder and more insistent.
"Who in the hell?" Diane asked savagely.
She got up and started dowustairs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror that stood in the hallway.
"Damn," she said.
It wouldn't do for her to go downstairs that way. All she had on was a pair of skimpy, green panties. Her full breasts seemed even fuller and she could easily we the heavy black bush beneath her panties. She went back into her bedroom and found a robe to wrap around herself.
The doorbell rang this time.
"I'm coming," she said. "Hold your horses."
She hurried downstairs as she tied the robe securely around her waist. She stopped again at the mirror just at the end of the stairs. She ran a comb quickly through her long, tangled black hair but there was little she could do about her bruised and puffy features.
Debbie had really given her a workout the day before. Of course, she would be willing to bet that Debbie would look little better.
"Danm," Diane said again. "I hope she feels better than I do."
She opened the door and immediately felt her anger leave her. It was hard to feel angry with a man in a blue uniform and a gun on his hip.
"Are you Miss Christopher?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "I am. What's the trouble, Officer?"
"No trouble, ma'm," he said. "Some practical joker messed up your yard last night. Usually when it's a young girl, it's a boyfriend or something."
"Messed up our yard?" Diane asked groggily.
She looked past the officer's shoulder and saw where the trash had been dumped.
"Oh, no," Diane said.
"It's a mess, all right," the young officer smiled. "I talked to your parents this morning and they told me to wait until ten before I talked to you. So here I am."
She realized he wanted to come in.
"Come in," she said. "I can put some coffee on. But I don't think I can help you."
"No?" he questioned.
"No," she said. "I don't know who would do a thing like this."
The officer followed her into the kitchen and he watched her make coffee. She saw the name on his badge – Officer Roger Davies. She liked his name. She also noticed that he wore no wedding ring, and that his sharp eyes watched her every movement.
"You haven't had any arguments with your boyfriend lately?" Officer Davies asked.
"No," Diane said. "That is, I don't have a regular boyfriend."
"No regular boyfriend," he said, astonished. "I'd figure the boys would beat your door down trying get to you. A girl as pretty as you."
Diane took the coffee off and poured two steaming cups.
"Here," Diane said. "Enjoy. And I'm not really that pretty."
He sipped his coffee. "I'd have to argue with that," he said. "I think you're fantastic-looking. That hair really does something to me."
A month before and Diane would have blushed. Now she only gave him a steady look.
"It does," she said.
"Yeah," he said. "It makes me want to forget about duty, for a little while."
Diane smiled. She studied the young officer's face. He was strong-looking, and she wondered what he would be like in bed. She knew he would be good.