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nestling at the top of my slit
pressed against my palm, heat spreading from it into my belly.
    “More than a few, I bet,” Georgia said. “A
few love affairs, a few broken hearts. You ever get your heart
broken, Lil?”
    I thought back to some of my crushes, but
they seemed tame in comparison to what I felt for Georgia. I shook
my head.
    “I bet you broke a few, though,” Georgia
said. “Sweet English rose like you. Red English rose,” she said,
and laughed, but her face had changed, coloring up, and I knew she
had almost reached her goal. I wanted to join her, wanted to get
there with her and parted my pussy lips and pushed two fingers
inside.
    I knew Georgia saw my face change as a wave
of pleasure rushed through me. When I had done this before it had
taken a while until the liquid melting in my belly made everything
else fade away. This afternoon I was ready at once and pulled my
fingers out, not wanting to reach my peak before Georgia.
    “Put ’em back, Lil,” Georgia said, staring
at my hand. “Put ’em back inside. I’m about there now, honey.”
    “You are?” I said, sliding my fingers inside
myself, the effect immediate as my stomach tightened. I was seconds
away, seconds from something stronger than I had ever experienced
before.
    “Oh baby…” Georgia gasped, water splashing
now as we both worked ourselves, splashing out and onto the floor.
“You there, Lil honey, you there yet?”
    “Yes,” I hissed. The first wave hit me hard,
a tiny point inside my lower belly, an explosion washing outward
through me and I lifted my knees and pushed my fingers deeper into
myself. My other hand still gripped my breast but I dropped it now
and put it on Georgia’s leg.
    “Oh honey,” she gasped. She slid down,
lifting her hips and her pussy came clear of the water toward me. I
had a perfect view as her fingers pushed deep inside herself, of
plump lips opened to reveal a sweet pinkness within. Water streamed
along her body, flattening her pubic hair as she pressed her thighs
around my waist and pumped against her hand.
    My own climax, cataclysmic as it was, seemed
trivial in comparison to what Georgia experienced. Her fingers
probed herself in front of me without shame, and I was sure I could
smell her. I wanted to touch her, but couldn’t. My stomach
fluttered and turned over. I wanted to do more than touch her, and
the thought of what I wanted lodged in my head and my trembling
grew, my fingers still inside and for the first time ever in my
life I achieved two climaxes back to back.
    Too soon Georgia withdrew her hand and
pulled herself up.
    “Whoa, Lil, I guess I needed that one real
bad,” she said, breaking the spell. “How was yours, honey?”
    “Good,” I said.
    Georgia laughed. “Only good? Looked more
than good to me. Loosen up, Lil, let yourself go a bit. It ain’t
the work of the devil, it’s pleasure. Enjoy it. I do.”
    “You do?” I tried to keep a straight face
but lost it and we both burst out laughing.
    “You’re great, little darling, just great. I
love you to bits, Lil.”
    And I love you , I thought, but I held
the words inside against my heart.
    “My fingers are wrinkling,” Georgia said,
pulling herself onto her knees. “I’m gonna get out and dress for
dinner. You want a pair of those stockings?”
    “I don’t think I’ve got anything to hold
them up with, Georgia.”
    “I’ve got a spare garter belt you’re welcome
to.”
    “I don’t want to-” I started, but Georgia
interrupted me.
    “You English,” she said. “If I didn’t want
you to have them I wouldn’t offer. Now, do you want them or
not?”
    “Yes please,” I said.
    “Good. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
    “No,” I shook my head. I turned around so I
wasn’t against the taps and slid down in the water, stretching out
luxuriously. Georgia watched me as I let my breasts poke above the
water. She continued watching and I ran my hand down my stomach and
over my sensitive pussy and her mouth