When they came out of the bedroom, Ken had made coffee and he invited them to have a cup. "No more monkey business," he swore, making a cross in the air. Robin eyed him suspiciously but she eased Bonnie down at the kitchen table and sat close, just in case. As Bonnie drank black coffee, she grew more and more aware of where she was and what was happening.
Still groggy, she looked at Ken with accusing eyes. "You had my clothes off," she said definitively.
"Look," he said, "you weren't wearing a sign that said you were cherry. I don't get my kicks raping girls. As far as I knew, you wanted to ball as much as I did."
"I don't want to talk about it any more," Bonnie replied. She held out her cup for a refill. "I just want to go home."
Bonnie insisted she was capable of driving, but Robin wasn't so sure. She put her friend in the shotgun seat and she climbed behind the wheel, nervous as she pressed down the clutch. With a minimum of difficulty she backed into the road, killing the engine just twice, and then they lurched forward, heading down the Sunday Creek Road.
Robin drove slowly because she wasn't used to the way the van handled, and as they paced along, Bonnie began to sob and shake. She still wasn't quite sober, it appeared, and suddenly she burst into tears.
"I didn't want that to happen," she bawled. "I wanted it to be the way it's supposed to be. A white dress on my wedding day and everything."
Who said it was supposed to be like that? Robin wondered, but she didn't ask the question. In fact, whoever said men and women were supposed to be together in the first place? She had a very low opinion of the male gender at that moment. Either they were crazy, like Sean Willis and his father, or they were evil, disgusting bastards, like that two-timing Dennis, those rotten Schroeder boys, and the creeps they'd just left. She never wanted to see another man again as long as she lived!
"It's okay," she told Bonnie, reaching across to pat her friend's long bare thigh. Bonnie was still crying though, crying as if her heart were going to break, and Robin couldn't stand it. How could she chive and listen to that at the same time? She'd pile up the van from sheer distraction!
There was a wide spot down the road, with a path leading off into the fringe of trees beside, and Robin signaled just in case anyone was tailgating. She eased the van off the road and into the wooded dump, shut off the lights and engine, then turned to Bonnie. "It's okay," she said. "Nothing happened to you."
"But it could have," Bonnie wept. "It could have."
Robin leaned towards her friend, putting her hands on Bonnie's shoulders. She pulled the girl close and hugged her warmly. "Not with ol' Robin around," she promised. "I wouldn't have let them hurt you." Bonnie's tear-stained face gleamed in the moonlight and Robin bent her head to kiss away those tears. She felt the warm trembling skin brushing hers and she tightened the cuddling grip of her arms.
Bonnie lifted her face so it could be kissed, and when she presented her damp, glossy lips, how could Robin refuse? The blonde girl closed her eyes, puckered, and pressed her mouth against Bonnie's. Their lips met. Bonnie shivered, as if she meant to break off the embrace, and then she went limp, her body melting in Robin's embrace.
Robin could feel her tits, so full and round, rubbing hard against Bonnie's tight cupcakes. It was an exciting feeling. They had been friends for years, but they had never been quite so close as they were this moment. She hugged her pal for all she was worth, still kissing. Her hands drifted around Bonnie's back, coming to rest on the side of one of the dark-haired girl's tits, just beneath the arm.
Bonnie pulled her lips back just far enough to let her whisper Robin's name in a tense nervous flutter, and then she moved forward to kiss her friend once more. This time her kiss was more than accepting it was aggressive and hot.
Robin sighed to feel Bonnie's oral attack, and she knew that she could not control herself. Bonnie professed to be sick at the very idea of lesbian love, but even if it cost Robin a precious friendship, she knew that she couldn't stop herself from cupping one of Bonnie's tits in her hand, cupping it as a lover might. She moved her hand and filled it with a delicious little boob, already hard and warm and throbbing to the touch.
Bonnie slumped back and Robin slid upon her. Their legs twisted and entangled in the narrow confines of the van's front, and they were both sitting on the same seat now, unbearably cramped but not minding it at all.
And, God! Were Bonnie's own hands sliding beneath Robin's top to rub bare skin? Were they slipping upward to grab and clutch at the blonde's jiggling, hard-nippled boobs? Robin felt fingers close upon her stiff teats and she knew that something very magical, very beautiful, was about to happen.
With a great effort she picked herself up, eased back onto her own side of the van. Her hair was tangled and messy, and she brushed it with her fingers. "My God, Bonnie," she said, "I think I want to make love with you. Now."
Them was more room in the back, thank God. The van was a recreational vehicle for Bonnie's parents in the summer. They were fond of weekend camping trips, but they hadn't yet installed their gear, so the only furnishing in the back was a wall-to-wall rug, so soft, so inviting. Stripped of her clothes once again, Robin stretched on that soft, inviting rug, fondling her best friend's equally naked body.
"Should we really? Should we?" Bonnie asked nervously, but she was clutching desperately at Robin's twat bush, holding the plump cunt mound as if she never meant to let it go.
Robin moved in for, another kiss, one that lasted a long long time. "Do we have a choice?" she wondered.
She kissed her way down Bonnie's neck, and from there her lips traced her friend's spinal column, dipping right into the tight cleft of Bonnie's ass. "Kissing ass" was a synonym for being humiliated, Robin thought, but she didn't feel the slightest trace of that as she nuzzled between the slim buns, her tongue daubing and flicking across the tingly flesh of Bonnie's butt. She spread the cheeks with her hands and her tongue danced over Bonnie's hung. Robin didn't feel awkward doing that. Dennis had done it to her and she to him, and she knew there was nothing unsanitary about the practice, nor anything unpleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite, if your asshole was sensitive enough, and Bonnie's delighted squeal proved that hers was, too.
She lifted herself from the rug, raised on all fours, as Robin's mouth moved upon her upper thighs and haunches. Robin could feel the excitement in her friend's body, but it was nothing compared to what she felt herself right now. She touched Bonnie's legs, to move them farther apart, so she could lick pussy from behind. Putting her mouth on Bonnie's twat was the most important thing in the world at the moment to Robin Mackenzie, and she would not be denied that treat for anything.
She sniffed at Bonnie's cunt, inhaling its special, musky fragrance, and then she flipped out her tongue to make the first, most important pass.
He tongue glided up and down the splayed gash, touching the soft, wrinkled folds of flesh. It was too dark to see, but Robin was positive that Bonnie's cunt was rosy-pink inside, that it looked as fresh and beautiful as it tasted. Already there were telltale drops of feminine moisture dampening her friend's cuntlips and the slot between them, and she wanted to suck out that wetness, one drop at a time.
She brought her fingers up to join in the game, and Bonnie trembled mightily as she balanced on her hands and knees. She swayed like a tree ready for the falling and Robin clutched quickly at her ass to provide some steadiness. Bonnie shivered and sighed, and her hands gave way. Her head and shoulders fell onto the cushy rug and she continued to moan into the carpet, her ass still high and ready.
Robin twisted her head to one side and rested a fingertip on Bonnie's asshole, teasing and probing, as she began to scarf cunt greedily. Bonnie had to learn it, too, she rationalized with herself. That they didn't need men. That they could get along without the brutes altogether. All that mattered were two girls, two girls who loved each other as much as they did. Had all their years of friendship been but a prelude to this moment? Was this the reason they'd met in the first place? Because someday Bonnie would need a comfort, a shelter of love? Robin truly believed it. She closed her eyes and dipped her tongue into Bonnie's cunt hole, stabbing until she felt the hymen blocking her way.
Bonnie's cherry. Robin fretted about her own lack of virginity, wishing she could have come to Bonnie the same way. But without her own experience, she realized, she'd never have known how to make her friend feel better. So it was a two-way street. Robin's on loss of purity had paved the road for her salvation trough love.
She withdrew her tongue from her friend's cunt mouth and began to lick Bonnie's clit. The tiny, tender organ was stiff and aching now, and she could feel Bonnie's pulse through its little nub. It seemed the most natural thing imaginable to have it in her mouth, to be sucking and kissing it, just as if Bonnie's clit were a tiny nipple. Robin moaned as she sucked, for her need was now as great as Bonnie's, and she licked and ate pussy with a sense of driving compulsion.
Robin drank honey from her friend's hole, bringing the dark-haired virgin to one shattering come after another. Bonnie's knees trembled and she slumped onto the rug, lying flat and splayed, Robin's head still assaulting her puckered, dark-fringed slit.
But now Bonnie wasn't the only one who needed attention. Robin had been giving head so enthusiastically she hadn't had time to think of her own wants and desires. As Bonnie moaned in the grip of multiple orgasm, as her pussy dripped nectar into Robin's sucking mouth, the blonde girl felt an uncontrollable itching inside her own snatch.
Bonnie was limp as a dishcloth and Robin found it easy to turn her friend over. She poked between Bonnie's legs until they parted once again and she returned to her chores, lying with her own crotch in easy reach of Bonnie's hands and mouth. The exciting fragrance of her aroused cunt must have been obvious to the other girl. Still moaning, still sobbing, she reached for Robin with both hands, fingertips bruising the tender twatlips as she poked them inside.
Her inexperience was the best thing about her introduction to cunt-lapping. Bonnie didn't know what to do; she only knew that she must do something. She began to play with Robin's pussy as if she were finger-fucking herself, and Robin heard the bemused laugh. Bonnie's fingers had just slipped past the spot where her own cherry normally barred her from further passage.
She thrust farther, into what was, for her, virgin territory, her long fingers tickling the insides of Robin's cunt. And she added more fingers, till she had five digits snugly inside the girl's tight hole.
Robin could feel them, could feel each one of those fingers spreading her cunt, making it grow damp and sizzly, and she twisted herself, shaking her pussy, contracting and releasing her cunt muscles so that Bonnie's fingers enjoyed the ride of their life.
"It's so much different," Bonnie trilled. "I mean, I can put my fingers all the way inside you, and I can't do that with me."
"Forget about your fingers," Robin invited. "Use your lips and your tongue. Lick me, suck me, kiss me…"
"I don't know how!" Bonnie gurgled.
"Like this!" And with that Robin returned to cunt-eating, giving her friend a first-hand lesson in what she wanted done to her twat. She parted Bonnie's pink cuntlips with her fingers and began to lick and chew and tongue the delicate rosy flesh within.
Ronnie moaned at the renewed attacks on her already exhausted clit, but still she hesitated. Was she afraid to use her mouth on Robin's pussy? Robin couldn't guess. She could only act. Her heels slid across the fuzzy carpet and she jammed her wet cunt against Bonnie's face, giving her friend a mouthful of golden hair and a surefire excuse to begin sucking.
With only the slightest hesitation Bonnie put her hands on the cheeks of Robin's ass and dragged that snatch even closer. She cupped her friend's butt and stuck her tongue into the tangle of wiry, juice-wetted hairs, stabbing right to the heart of the matter. Robin felt the tip of Bonnie's tongue flick across her slightly protruding cuntlips and she stiffened with joy, her ass shaking in Bonnie's grip. In another second that roving tongue had found her clitoris and was tracing circles around it.
Her cunt that was the trigger of Robin's sexual artillery! Passion ebbed and flowed inside her twat as Bonnie's oral caresses grew more and more assured, more insinuating, more sensuous. She could feel, too, the increased juiciness of her snatch and she knew that Bonnie must be drinking her cunt juice even as she drank Bonnie's, and she only hoped that her pussy tasted half as good as her beautiful best friend's.
Again Robin bounced her tongue into Bonnie's hole, jabbing it cruelly upon the girl's hymen. Bonnie jerked and moaned at each pressing attack, but it seemed to stimulate her to even greedier sucks and licks around Robin's passion nub.
Robin wished her tongue were a prick, that she might pop through Bonnie's virginal seal here and now. Could she stiffen her tongue enough to perform that task? The pain would be fleeting, the joy unending. How many girls had deflowered other girls? But she couldn't. Her tongue refused to fulfill her wishes and Robin could only dart its tip against the little opening in the middle of Bonnie's flower, pushing as if she meant to drive right through. The tough membrane was too resilient for her to accomplish anything else.
But that little bit was more than enough, it seemed, for as Robin's tongue became more and more insistent on her cherry, Bonnie exploded with her most massive come yet. It was physiologically unlikely, but it felt as if she were unleashing gallons of cunt juice into Robin's sucking mouth, strangling the blonde girl with syrupy fluids. Bonnie was wildly orgasmic now, and she transmitted some of her thrashing convulsive energy into the task of eating Robin's twat. Her teeth scraped the blonde's cunt mound, nipping at the pussy flanges, tongue going mad on Robin's clit.
They could come together now. Bonnie showed no sign of dropping down from her high soon, and Robin was almost there. She pressed her cunt against Bonnie's mouth even harder and slid a leg along the side of her friend's head. The sweat of Robin's thigh mingled with the sweat of Bonnie's face as the virgin girl kept lapping her fist pussy.
"Oh!" Robin called as the first shock wave hit her, and then "OooooooOOOhhhHHHH!" in a rising, falling crescendo of sounds. She stuck two fingertips into Bonnie's slit and rammed her own gushing cunt into her friend's face, holding it there until the delight of the moment was only a beautiful memory.
Unwilling yet to dress and depart, they sat cuddling in the back of the van. "God," said Bonnie, "that was the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me."
"I think I feel the same way," husked Robin, busy cupping the other girl's dainty little boobs.
"But why?" Bonnie wondered. "Why did we do it?"
"Because we wanted to, and because we needed [missing text]."
"Does it mean we are lesbians?" The tightness in Bonnie's question was like a noose on Robin's neck.
"I don't know what it means," Robin blurted. "I think I hate men and love girls, but I don't know. The last couple of days have been so crazy I don't know anything." She let go of Bonnie's tits. "Do you want to be a lesbian?"
"I don't know either," Bonnie sighed. "I'm just like you."
Robin tried to tell her friend how she felt about the male species, but the words just wouldn't come out fight. Even Robin could tell that she sounded incoherent, upset. And Bonnie, who had never known real intimacy with a guy, could only nod and coo in sympathy.
"Come on," she said finally. "It must be after midnight. We'd better be getting back to town. Maybe tomorrow we can see where our heads are really at."