Caroline is average height, big boobs, long blond hair, light green-grey eyes, and full lips. Basically the opposite of me. Im goth (black hair, black eyeliner, black clothes), full dark pink lips, tall, with sparkling, emerald green eyes. But we have been best friends since before I can remember, she always brought out the best in me, while I made her get her head out of the clouds and be more grounded.
This story really begins...now.
"Hey!" I call as I hear the front door slam open, and Carolines feather-tread footsteps echoeing down the hall. "What are you doing here, I still have to shower..."
"That's okay, I'll join you."
This isn't abnormal, we've been bathing together for years.
"Okay, let me-" before I can finish, she is half-naked standing in front of me. Her pale skin luminesent in the suns glow. Her perky, perfect breasts bouncing slightly as she struggles with her jeans. "get my towel..." I strip off my own shirt, the black lacy bra barely concealiling my C-cups.
"I'll get that for you!" she volunteers, completely naked except for her pink thong, not covering her perfectly smooth, shaven pussy. Unclasping my bra before I can object, her hands slip around and take a firm hold on my breasts, one in each cool hand.
I moan as she gently squeezes, playfully fondeling my nipples that are standing at attention. She is grinding her body against my back, and making no attempts at being quiet. Her hands leave my globes, and she kisses my shoulder, I shiver. She making her way around me, until she again reaches my chest and takes each of my nipples into her mouth, gently sucking them and swirling around them with her tongue.
Slowly, coyly she kisses her way down my abdomen, smiling up at me as she undoes the clasp of my pants. Sliding down the zipper, she yanks them down, causing me to fall back onto the bed. My pants are gone, and Caroline is gently massaging my clit with two of her fingers. She spreads my open legs farther apart and begins licking my pussing outside of my lacy barrier. I squeal and writh as the pleasure is taken further when she hooks my underwear and pulls them quickly down. She lowers her head and burries her face between my legs. Her tongue slides in and out of my slit, and her fingers on the left hand and massaging my clit, and the fingers on the right hand move in and out of me.
I feel her going faster, and faster until I can screaming and bucking my hips with the powerful orgasm that comes only after a minute or two. She continues to lick me though until I have calmed, and she removes her fingers. They are sparkling with my bodily juices, and she sucks them clean.
She kisses me, letting me taste my own cum.
'My turn," she says, and lowers her wet underwear...
TO BE CONTINUED...
NOW IM GOING TO WRITE RANDOM LETTERS TO GET TO 5000