Stumble

Kelly took a moment to regain her energy while Carrie stroked her thumbs across the sides of her breasts.

Lost in the caresses, Kelly finally lifted her head noticing beads of water had settled on Carrie’s upper lip. Without hesitating, she licked away the droplets in several sweeps of her tongue. Carrie then licked her own lips and took the opportunity to chew on Kelly’s lower lip, eliciting a yelp from the petite girl.

Kelly was starting to notice a pattern. Pain instantly followed by pleasure. She could get used to this kind of torture.

Following these guidelines, Kelly eased Carrie around so she was backed against the shower door. She lifted Carrie’s arms up so she had to turn her hands backward to grip the top of the door. At the same time, Carrie’s hips arched into Kelly’s still throbbing center.

Starting at the top of her breasts, Kelly worked her way downward. She ran her aching lips across the rounded firmness, carefully avoiding the pink flesh. Carrie, not a fan of the intended torment, reached one hand down to guide Kelly’s roaming head directly to her nipple.

Kelly took the hint and took one protruding nub into her mouth and pulled back little by little. Carrie couldn’t hold back her anguish, finally letting out a loud “Aagh! Please.”

Kelly took this as encouragement, whether an accurate assessment or not, and promptly carried out the same ministrations on Carrie’s other breast. Only this time, she nibbled on the breast Carrie still had lifted, and ran her other hand underneath and around the one that had fallen to hang free.

Carrie began whimpering from the welcome indulgence Kelly had taken with her body. Kelly kissed Carrie’s jutting ribs one by one. She also knelt down coming face to face with Carrie’s belly button.

“You have a tattoo! It’s so little!” Kelly observed.

Frustrated that Kelly’s motions had halted, sighed “I’ve been told.”

“That’s hot.”

”Not as hot as yours. Mine’s a cat. I mean, I love cats, but it’s so not sexy.”

Kelly shook her head. “You are so wrong. If I pet you will you purr?”

Carrie chuckled thinking Kelly was teasing her, but Kelly proceeded to inch forward until she came into direct contact with Carrie’s mound. She used her tongue to lap at it, stroking the folds until Carrie was dripping.

Hoping to cease the torture Kelly hadn’t ceased in the past 10 hours or so, Carrie put both hands behind Kelly’s head and surprised her when she pushed Kelly’s face forward to hit her clit. Kelly clawed at Carrie’s hips on both sides, squeezing her hard as she nuzzled the sensitive nubbin.

Carrie’s breaking point came when Kelly put her fingers together to pinch her clit and stuck her tongue inside of Carrie.

“Ooh. Oh! Oh!” she panted. “God, it’s so hot in here!” she exclaimed as the water pounded on nearby.

Kelly grinned at hearing Carrie lose control of her actions.

“KEL!” a pounding on the bathroom door startled them so much Kelly reared backwards, her grip on Carrie’s hip bringing her down as well.

Panic struck Kelly’s face. “Oh, fuck..”

“WHAT?” she shouted past Carrie who lay on top of her.

“OH, I’M LEAVING, I just wanted to tell you I’m leaving for work. I needed to change. By the way, slob, you left two bathing suits outside. I’m out! BYE!”

Jason walked away muttering about how gross it was that his sister liked to walk around the house naked.

Kelly dropped her head back against the floor and breathed a sigh of relief. Her moment was cut short when she noticed the expression on Carrie’s face.

It was as though the interruption had never occurred.

She looked absolutely rapacious. “We weren’t done.”

Carrie took Kelly’s hand and placed it between their bodies as she lifted her hips up. Speedily, she manually rubbed Kelly’s fingers up and down until seconds later her entire body shuddered and fell, utterly depleted.

“I…love…you…” Carrie wheezed.