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truth.
    “Mmmmm.”
She rocked as he cupped her smooth, shaved mound. “Like what?”
    His
fingers teased her clit. “Like we did in college.”
    “You
want to do that again?” She got down on her knees, unzipping his slacks and
pulling him out. “You’d like to see both of us down here on our knees sucking
your cock, wouldn’t you, baby?”
    He
groaned.
    “Two
pussies to fuck,” she whispered, licking around the head, slapping him lightly
against her cheeks. “Two mouths to suck on you.” She sucked him gently,
pretending she was fighting over his cock with some girl. Not just some girl,
but Daphne. God, that thought made her so wet. She glanced up at him, seeing
the light in his eyes. “Two hot little assholes to fuck.”
    He
threw his head back, moaning. “I bet she’s never had a cock in her ass.”
    “And
I bet she’s a redhead all over,” she added, standing up to kiss him, tugging
his dick in her hand.
    “You
want to lick that little pink pussy, don’t you, baby?” His tongue twined with
hers, his hips moving in rhythm. “She’d taste so good in your mouth while I
fucked you from behind.”
    “Oh
Doc…” Her ass clenched, imagining it, seeing Daphne’s face buried between her
legs, getting fucked good and hard from behind, her soft moans and each thrust
driving her forward into Carrie’s wet flesh. “Oh my god…”
    “Tell
me.” His fingers found her again under her skirt, slipping into her wetness.
“Tell me you want that little pussy all over your face.”
    “I
do,” she admitted, her whole body energized with the thought. “Oh god, I
haven’t tasted a pussy in so long.”
    “Here.”
He lifted his fingers to her mouth, making her take them, suck them. “Lick it
off. Taste your pussy.”
    She
grabbed his hand, using her tongue to get every last drop, dipping between each
finger. It left a thick coating in her throat that just made her want even
more. She found herself wishing they’d invited Daphne to spend the night. What
would they have done with her, she wondered? What wouldn’t they have
done? But would Daphne have been open to it?
    “Think
she’d let me lick her little pussy?” Carrie wondered out loud.
    He
pressed her toward the bedroom, turning on the light, never taking his fingers
out of her wet pussy. “Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way she looks at
you?”
    “No…”
She let him push her back onto the bed, shoving her dress up over her hips, his
fingers pistoning in and out of her, the hot squelch of her pussy filling the
room. “How does she look at me?”
    “Like
she wants to eat you up.” He knelt at the side of the bed, spreading her legs
and rubbing his cheek over her soft, swollen pussy lips. “Like she worships
you. Like she’s starving for you.”
    “Really?”
She thrilled at the thought, wondering if it was true. Did Daphne want her as
much as she wanted Daphne? Because she did, in her secret heart—she knew there
was nothing she wanted more than to be with her best friend. She’d probably
wanted her from the beginning, but hadn’t been willing to admit it.
    “She
wants you almost as much as I want you.” He sucked her labia into his mouth,
teasing her, not going near her clit. His tongue made sweet inroads through the
wet, pink folds of her flesh, growing nearer but taking his time. “I’d love to
watch you lick her. See her climb up on top of you and sit on your face.”
    She
moaned, feeling his tongue nudge her clit on the way by. “God. She’s got such a
hot little body. Those gorgeous tits.”
    “Mmmm.”
He flicked his tongue against her clit for a moment, a brief flutter, before
heading downward again. “I bet she’s got little cherries for nipples.”
    It
was driving her crazy just thinking about it. “Oh yes, yes,” she whispered,
grabbing his hair, guiding him back up to her clit. It was throbbing. “Lick me,
baby.”
    “Just
like Daphne would?” He stabbed his tongue at her, making it hard, a blissful
assault.