“No, Care-Bear…it’s not true. They’re blind.” Maureen’s mouth covered Carrie’s nipple, sucking hard. Oh god, that was good. They’d been very drunk and horny and had been up practically all night talking about sex the first time they’d done anything like this together their freshman year, but it was something they fell into easily now, without even thinking.
“Look how hard your nipples get.” Maureen tugged gently at the other one between thumb and forefinger. “And I bet you’re already wet.”
Carrie sighed softly, her hips shifting. She was wet, had been wet all night and all morning, just remembering Steve and his delicious cock. Running into him had only made it worse.
“Maybe I just forgot how to be with men.” Carrie welcomed Maureen to her breasts, her hands moving through her dark spiral curls as Maureen’s tongue lashed against the pink ache of her nipples, one after the other.
“Maybe you should give it another shot,” Maureen murmured, her bare thigh wedged nicely between Carrie’s legs, the button of her jean shorts biting into the soft press of her friend’s belly.
“Something happened last night…” Carrie confessed, wiggling in anticipation as Maureen’s hot mouth made a trail from her breasts down to her navel.
“What?” Maureen’s fingers were deft, practiced, sure. She knew just what her lover wanted, parting her glistening blonde curls and circling Carrie’s clit with her thumb.
“Tell me.”
Carrie did, hesitantly at first, embarrassed, but her words and her breath came faster the more she remembered-and the more urgently Maureen’s fingers worked between her thighs.
“Did it turn you on?” Maureen’s mouth had found her center, her tongue teasing the little ridge of Carrie’s clit. “Did you want his cock?”
“Yes.” Carrie flushed, closing her eyes and imagining it-his fingers, his mouth, his gorgeous fucking cock. She was crazy for it, obsessed. She couldn’t help herself, even with Maureen’s tongue making sweet circles just where she liked it, her long, delicate well-manicured fingers spreading Carrie’s pussy lips wide.
“Do you want it more than you want my pussy?” Maureen teased, moving quickly to stand next to the bed and wiggle out of her shorts, leaving her pussy exposed near Carrie’s eye-level. She had a beautiful cunt, her dark pubic hair sparse, her outer lips 14
swollen, but the inner ones were pink and puffy and always peeked out a little. Her clit hid at the top, the button of her pleasure center that Carrie loved to control with her fingers, her mouth, her tongue.
“Come here.” Carrie reached her arms out and Maureen assumed their favorite position, straddling her friend’s face while burying her own between Carrie’s already open thighs. They settled in together that way, making little noises in their throats, both of them enjoying the giving and receiving at once.
Maureen’s tongue moved back and forth over that choice, sensitive spot, and Carrie rubbed her palms over her own nipples, sending pleasure waves down through her belly toward her hips. Everything centered where Maureen’s mouth licked and sucked, soft, wet friction that made her wiggle, wanting more.
Carrie loved the taste of Maureen’s pussy-it made her even more excited, feeling flesh against her tongue, tasting the sweet juices as they ran down her chin.
Carrie grabbed Maureen’s hips, pulling her against her mouth, licking and sucking, wild and unrestrained. Maureen’s tongue flicked faster and faster and Carrie made low, guttural sounds in her throat, spurring her friend on as Maureen licked her little, swollen spot too, back and forth, again and again.
Maureen was making plenty of noise now, and Carrie loved her sounds and how her thighs tightened and her hips rocked while she used her tongue for Maureen’s pleasure. Carrie found herself fast approaching orgasm. It wasn’t a sweet, slow spiral upward anymore, now she was flying, racing headlong toward that profound release.
Maureen’s tongue and mouth were a soft, wet, glorious push. Carrie moaned and twisted underneath her, wrapping her arms around Maureen’s hips, feeling her mash 15
her hot, pink cunt against Carrie’s face, tongue buried in the folds of her flesh until she could barely breathe, but she didn’t care.
It started like a small earthquake, rumbling through Carrie’s pelvis and shuddering her hips as she bucked and arched. Maureen was making little noises, knowing the sound and feel of Carrie at her pinnacle, licking faster than ever.
Carrie gasped and moaned and forgot about her friend spread over her face for a moment, lost completely in her own pleasure.
“Oh, god, Mo,” Carrie whispered, Maureen’s fingers moving there still, sending jolts through her, and she put her whole mouth over Maureen’s pussy, rolling with her until she was on her back. She gasped and wiggled, her breath fast and hips gyrating as Carrie licked and licked and licked. Maureen’s hands gripped her bottom, her nails digging into flesh, but she didn’t care. Carrie could hear her making that “ah, ahh” noise she made when she was close.
“Oh yes, yes!” Maureen cried, gripping Carrie’s hips and arching her back. She quivered, her belly convulsing, undulating, the little bud of flesh under Carrie’s tongue pulsing with her pleasure. Carrie didn’t stop, still teasing her relentlessly with her mouth.
Maureen was quick to orgasm again, her nails digging into Carrie’s sleek, tanned thighs this time, but she was also quick to recover, insatiable, always wanting more.
Carrie moved slower, her journey toward another climax building and then receding, the world tilting in sway at the moment she reached her summit, her hips jerking and thrashing so hard Maureen had to grab them to hold her still, her mouth fixed tightly over Carrie’s trembling cunt.
It was like a dance, the two of them moving together, back and forth, their bodies becoming slick with sweat and each other’s juices and saliva, neither of them paying any attention to the sounds of girls running up and down hall, the music coming from the dorm room next door. They were lost in each other, tongues and mouths and fingers and breath, dizzying pleasure cresting again and again, until finally, they were both breathless, cheeks pressed to thighs, faces wet and eyes closed, like two naughty nursing kittens finally sated.
They’d been doing this together for three years, and no one suspected. Not even Maureen’s overly-protective boyfriend, James, the some-day minister. Of course, it helped that he went to another school several miles away and wasn’t on their campus all the time. It made this easier. It made a lot of things easier for Maureen-including things like going to frat parties.
“Mo?” Carrie’s fingernails gently stroked her friend’s long legs, making her shiver.
“Hmm?” Maureen’s reply was small, dreamy, faraway.
“I’m coming with you to the frat party tonight.”
Maureen’s head shot up. “But finals-”
“Fuck finals.” Carrie grinned as her friend sat up, turning quickly around to face her.
“Who are you and what have you done with my roommate?” Maureen grinned, too, her eyes shining.
“The Ice Queen?” Carrie shrugged, trying hard to look nonchalant. “She’s dead.”
* * * *
The Ice Queen might be dead, but I’m freezing, Carrie thought, looking at the five completely mismatched cards in her hand. She glanced over at Maureen, who was still wearing everything but her damned socks, while Carrie shivered next to her in just a bra and panties.
“Okay, pony up. Whatcha got?” Mark-the red-headed guy from the breakfast line that morning-grinned at her from across the table. Steve Baumgartner-“Call me Doc, everybody does”-was next to him, a lazy half-smile on his face. He had played almost as poorly as she had and was down to a pair of boxers and his socks.
“Two pair,” Maureen declared, slapping her hand down. Mark raised his eyebrows and his beer, taking a long swig. “Funny, I only see one pair.”
“Oh, I see two,” Steve countered, glancing across at Carrie, her cleavage prominent even in a plain white cotton bra. She felt very exposed, just between the four of them at the table, but there were people all around them, talking, drinking, dancing, making out in corners or draped over couches, and she knew some of them were watching too.
“Ha!” Mark splayed his hand dramatically. “Three-of-a-kind! Read ‘em and weep!”
“What about you?” Steve looked at Carrie and she sighed, putting down her cards.
“Nothing.” That’s what she’d been dealt all night-a whole lot of nothing-and it was getting her further and further into trouble. Strip Truth or Dare was proving to be a dangerous game.
Steve put his cards on the table slowly and Mark groaned when he looked over at them. “Flush-in spades.”
Damnit. Carrie squirmed in her seat, taking a full swig of beer. She hated the taste of the stuff, but she needed the liquid courage, because she knew what happened next.
“Okay, everybody strip something.” Mark came up with a sock. Maureen reached up and pulled out her ponytail.
“No fair! “Carrie protested as she reached awkwardly behind her own back to unclasp her bra. “Mo, will you help?”
“Yeah, Mo, give the girl a hand,” Steve encouraged, beaming as he watched the dark-haired girl undo her friend’s bra.
“I can’t do this,” Carrie murmured so only Maureen could hear. Her friend leaned in and whispered two galvanizing words, “Ice Queen.”