Visiting Laura's after Mid-Terms
In retrospect, Marcie would later admit that both her morality and common sense were on vacation when she visited Laura's home in Boston.
Marcie and Laura were closer than ever after Marcie's experiences with men, which for the most part she enjoyed immensely. However, Marcie felt that she owed her entire sex life to her roomie since it was Laura who steered her into her first male encounter and encouraged her to try the others afterward.
And with mid-terms over with, Laura offered Marcie---no, implored her to join her on a short visit home ---that being Boston.
They took Amtrak and talked of nothing but all the rain that had been drenching Beantown as Laura never failed to call it--- and how they would put on some old bikini's and wrestle in the muddy backyard.
Marcie took a fit of giggling when Laura mentioned how nice it was to feel another pussy rubbing against yours while rollicking in the mud. "They call it frottage; it's French for rubbing together. So women do it ... and I've even seen a porno with a woman, fully clothed mind you, rubbing two guys cocks together until they cum on one another. I thought that was soooo cool!"
When she stopped giggling, Marcie calmly asked Laura, "What about the neighbors? I mean, can't they see into the backyard?"
"Hmmm, I hadn't thought about that. I suppose they could---I suppose they have---oh my god!"
"What?" Marcie asked, her curiosity overpowering her sense of decorum. "What?"
"They—they might have seen me ..."
"Might have seen you what? For fuck's sake ... what?"
"Shiting on Teddy Borowski!"
"Oh---you didn't!"
"Oh, but I did. He double dared me and I did."
"He actually allowed you to ..."
"Yup, after all he was the one who issued the dare."
"How could you?"
"How could I? Good question. It certainly wasn't easy, let me tell you. For one thing it's much harder to concentrate when you're squatting over someone."
"Ewe! Let's change the subject," Marcie, suddenly finding herself more squeamish than she thought she'd be said quietly while glancing furtively about to see if anyone was within listening distance.
"Yes, well, we'll play dirty indoors then. Okay?"
"Yes, that's much better. We'll close the blinds too, just to be on the safe side shall we?'
"Um, Marcie, you do know my father will be home, right?"
"Oh, yes, I'd forgotten that little fact ... so your bedroom, then?"
"No, our bedroom, darling; with emphasis on the 'our'."
They arrived in time for lunch.
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As it happened, no one was home and after making themselves a quick snack they secreted themselves in the bedroom. The clothes came off. Laura beat Marcie's delightful little pussy with the back side of a wooden spoon. This was a new thing between them; Laura admitted to having read some BDSM novel and Marcie graciously told her she was game for anything as long as it wouldn't leave a scar.
Marcie did bleat like a lamb when Laura opened her cunt with the spoon and spit inside her vagina. She fucked Marcie's asshole with a dildo while she licked her clit. An hour or so into this 'foreplay' they descended the stairs to the kitchen to retrieve drinks.
When they had finished off most of a bottle of Merlot, she had Marcie sit on the countertop between the sink and the stove and began kissing her mouth then moved to her breasts and belly. The tongue in her navel was a tease and a promise. Marcie giggled while placing her feet on the counter, and spread them apart like wings. Laura kissed the secret, sacred spaces between them.
"You know, Marcie, your pussy lips are really thick and meaty."
"Mmmm, all the better for you to chew and suck on, eh?"
Laura laughed as she set her teeth to nipping Marcie's folds. She started to reposition herself, but knocked the almost empty bottle of wine off the counter to the floor. It didn't break, but the spilled wine made quite a mess and both girls spent the next several minutes making certain they'd gotten all the red splatters wiped up.
"Okay," Laura chirped, "that's done, so let's get you on the floor; I've got some munching ahead of me."
Then with Marcie spread out on the floor, Laura squatted between her reprising the angel wings position. Laura's arms stretched out so that she could run her hands over Marcie's arms and massage her tits while she ate the other out. Marcie rocked her hips and thighs at her while Laura finger fucked her pussy and diddled her clit. Laura wasn't at all surprised to find Marcie's inner membrane slick with arousal and need. The muscles gripped her two fingers while she covered Marcie's open mouth with her lips. Laura loved how Marcie never failed to moan her pleasure, especially when she bent to have another taste of the piquant fluids that had escaped her vagina.
After she came, Marcie giggled and said she needed to pee.
"Okay ... so why not do it right here?"
"Here? It's your kitchen for Christ's sake!"
"Yeah, do it here!" Laura started to laugh. "Why not piss right on my face?"
Marcie thought about it for a moment. She had already let Laura stick a spoon in her twat and a dildo up her ass. Why the fuck not? She asked herself before saying, "Okay, let's do it. Where do I start this?"
After minimal discourse, Marcie found herself squatting on the kitchen counter, heels and ass and arms back supporting her weight. Laura's hands ran over the inner face of her thighs. Marcie's thick lipped pussy gaped at her. Laura laughed and leaned in to place a kiss on Marcie's ass where it flared below.
Marcie had some trouble starting, but then her urine fountained out in a trickle. She tilted her pussy up by flattening the skin at the pubis and angling her groin.
