Coming Clean Ch. 02

The room echoed to the slurps, moans and sighs of delight as the women pleasured each other. Fingers wiggled in pussies and assholes. Tongues licked inside wet, pink softness. Teeth nibbled on throbbing clits. Bodies quivered in ecstasy as their orgasms neared.

Melodie was first to cum, her squeals barely audible as her mouth was on Kat's gushing pussy. Kitten was next, her mouth filled with Melodie's juices, moaning deep in her chest, cumming on Kat's face. Kat was last, hips bucking; she squirted her warm fluids into Melodie's devouring mouth. After several more orgasms, they rolled away from each other and lay exhausted on the rumpled sheets. Drowsily, they snuggled together and fell asleep.

***

Melodie hugged Kat's body tightly, resting her head on a broad shoulder. The weekend was over and they were taking her back to Gamma House. They had awakened the next morning, dressed and let themselves out the side door. Eddie had put their cycles in a nearby shed for safekeeping. Soon they were on the road, riding through the countryside, the autumn wind in their faces, enjoying each other's company.

They stopped at a roadside diner for lunch, drawing curious stares from the locals as they recalled the fight at The Golden Keg, laughing uproariously as they devoured their food. The sun was setting as they rumbled to a stop in front of Gamma House, Melodie's eyes shiny with tears as she kissed and embraced her lovers and friends.

"You guys free next weekend?" she said softly.

"We're not only free, we're easy," Kitten laughed. "It's a date Red."

"Take care sweetie," Kat murmured. "Study hard and we'll see you soon."

Melodie stood watching until they rode out of sight, turned and walked up the path to Gamma House. Entering the living room, the giggles and idle chatter of her sorority sisters suddenly seemed immature and juvenile. Tiffany turned and saw her friend standing there with a grin on her face. "Mel, you're back. How was your weekend? Tell us all about it. Was it fun riding on those noisy motorcycles? Are those rough looking women really nice...?" She ran out of breath as she and the other girls waited expectantly.

"Weell," Melodie drawled, "To begin with, we had a great picnic..."

End.