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Whitney also oohed and aahed over Polly's gas stove and oven. The large refrigerator also garnered Whitney's adulation.

"You hungry?" Whitney asked and jerked the pantry doors open. "Let's see..."

Polly found an apron and Whitney put it on over her dress. She again gave Polly a quick lip to lip kiss. Then, Polly sat at the small kitchen table and watched Whitney blaze through preparing a peanut chicken stir fry. Whitney hummed and giggled as she worked.

"That, that was amazing," Polly said as Whitney brought the plates to the table.

"You haven't even tried it yet," Whitney said, puzzled.

"No, no, watching you work," Polly said, picking up a forkful of food.

After their meal, Polly took Whitney on a tour of the home. As they walked, Whitney clung onto Polly. Whitney was very vocal in her admiration of Polly's home and Polly's taste in furniture. She was also very touchy-feely, grabbing Polly's arm, touching Polly's back, her shoulders, her hand.

"And you make your bed?" Whitney praised.

"I'm too OCD not to," Polly admitted. "If you don't mind, I'm going get out of my outfit."

"No, go ahead," Whitney said, now looking at Polly's bathroom. "Shower in my apartment? So tiny you just bang into everything trying get clean?"

"Uh huh," Polly said, putting on simple tee shirt and sweat pants.

"Oh no! Oh Polly! You don't got nothing prettier?" Whitney asked, looking at Polly's outfit.

Whitney wrapped her arms around Polly. She squeezed Polly in an embrace.

"Polly, you too pretty wear such ugly stuff," Whitney insisted. "Come on, let's find something nice. You don't got nothing nicer than that?"

Polly reluctantly found a soft flannel camisole style top and matching tap pants in a soft pink pastel. Whitney nodded her approval.

"Haven't even known you an hour and you're bossing me around?" Polly teased.

Steeling herself, Polly slid the sweat pants down, exposing her hairless mound to Whitney. Quickly, she pulled the tap pants up and hid her bald pussy from view. Then she hefted the tee shirt up and off, baring her 32D breasts with light brown silver dollar sized areolae and fat nipples.

"There. And don't you feel prettier?" Whitney enthused. "Oh! You said you got a hot tub? I want see it."

"Mm? Oh, yeah, on the back porch," Polly agreed.

Again, Whitney clung onto Polly as they left Polly's bedroom.

"Oh, this, Polly, it's like an oasis out here! Oh, this, isn't this nice?" Whitney gushed as they stepped out into the back patio.

"Yeah, it is pretty nice," Polly agreed, thinking she should give herself more time to enjoy what she had.

"Oh! Here it is, can we get in it?" Whitney begged, hugging Polly.

"I uh, yeah, I mean, I guess I got a suit that'll fit you," Polly said.

"What? Suit? Can anyone see us?" Whitney asked, looking around the back yard.

I uh, I, well, I guess not," Polly agreed, looking at the tall wooden fence and shrubbery that surrounded the periphery of her yard.

Okay!" Whitney happily said and wiggled out of her dress.

Polly stared at the beautiful girl, faintly illuminated by the single porch light. Her pink areolae and thick nipples were crinkled tightly, two hard bullets sticking out a half inch. Whitney's slim waist tapered into well rounded hips and sleek legs. Whitney's belly button was just a nick in her concave belly.

Whitney quickly rolled her stockings down her firm legs to her ankles, bending and presenting her well-rounded buttocks to Polly's gaze. Still half-bent, half-squatting, Whitney pulled her pumps off, then pulled the rolled up stockings off of her feet and dropped them onto the deck chair, on top of her wadded up dress.

Polly made quick work of removing the cover, then turning the hot tub on. Whitney climbed into the tub while Polly went inside to fetch towels for them.

Polly dropped the two towels onto another deck chair then gave a nervous glance around the dark area of her back yard. She peeled off top and tap pants and put them onto the chair.

"This is so nice," Whitney enthused as Polly stepped up the small footstool she'd put next to the tub.

"Yeah?" Whitney asked, sinking into the foaming water.

"Mm hmm," Whitney said, then giggled happily.

"What?" Polly giggled, smiling at her new friend's enthusiasm.

"I'm just so happy I met you," Whitney admitted and giggled again.

"I'm happy we met too," Polly said and sat next to Whitney.

Whitney wrapped her arms around Polly and kissed Polly on her lips. She then leaned her head on Polly's shoulder.

Polly then felt Whitney's lips and teeth on her ear lobe. She shivered at the very intimate touch.

Whitney's right hand rested on Polly's torso, just underneath Polly's heavy breasts. Giving Polly's earlobe a gentle suck, Whitney gently rubbed her hand over Polly's belly, down, toward Polly's mound.

"I, Whitney, I'm, I'm not gay," Polly managed to croak out.

"You're, well, I'm not either," Whitney said, then kissed Polly's cheek softly.

"Then what are you..." Polly asked as Whitney's fingers danced over her hairless mound.

"But I like you," Whitney admitted.

"Well I like you, oh!" Polly said, then gasped as Whitney's fingers delved into Polly's wet pussy.

"And I like making people happy?" Whitney continued. "Especially when I like them?"

Whitney deftly fingered Polly's pussy while her thumb mashed against Polly's clitoris. When Polly threw her head back, Whitney slipped her tongue into Polly's mouth. Polly sucked forcefully on Whitney's soft tongue.

Polly grunted and shuddered through her orgasm. Whitney's fingers continued to thrust in and out of Polly's wet pussy as Whitney moved to straddle the bench seat, her knees on either side of Polly's thighs.

"Did you like that?" Whitney asked needlessly, brushing her heavy breasts against Polly's breasts. "You did right? I like making people happy; I think we should always try to make people happy?"

Polly's wobbly arms came up and pulled Whitney tightly against her torso as her lips sought out Whitney's lips. She could feel Whitney's hard nipples sliding back and forth against her own hard nipples. She could feel Whitney's scrub of pubic hair rubbing against her belly.

Whitney's hands came up and cradled Polly's head. She gently kissed Polly, thrusting her tongue into Polly's mouth, then gently coaxing Polly's tongue out of Polly's mouth.

Polly's hands travelled up and down Whitney's smooth back. She could feel Whitney's spine underneath her fingertips as she caressed the beautiful blonde's flesh.

"Ooh," Whitney cooed as Polly's hands found her buttocks.

"Ooh," Whitney giggled lightly as Polly gave Whitney's buttocks a squeeze.

"Aw!" Whitney protested as the jets died.

"Wait," Polly giggled and reached to the panel.

"Yay!" Whitney laughed happily as the jets again gurgled to life.

"Ooh," Whitney cooed as Polly's left hand dipped between Whitney's spread legs and found Whitney's wet pussy.

"Mm oh," Whitney gasped as Polly's fingered entered her.

Polly shivered as Whitney's fingernails gently raked along Polly's scalp. Whitney's long red nails massaged and caressed Polly's scalp as Polly clumsily tried to pleasure Whitney.

"You've never done it, with a woman?" Whitney gently asked, then kissed Polly before Polly could answer.

"I uh, no, no, I told you, I'm not gay," Polly admitted, pulling her fingers from Whitney's pussy.

"I'm not either," Whitney said, now looking into Polly's eyes. "Is there something wrong with trying to make you happy?"

"I uh, no, no I guess there's not," Polly stammered, seeing the serious look in Whitney's eyes.

"There something wrong with trying make me happy?" Whitney pressed on.

"No," Polly agreed.

"But you keep saying you're not gay," Whitney said, small hands gently holding Polly's face in place.

Whitney must have seen something in Polly's eyes; her green eyes twinkled and crinkled into a smile. She softly kissed Polly's lips again.

"Now, can I show you?" Whitney asked, sitting and putting her buttocks onto Polly's knees.

"I uh yeah, yeah, show me," Polly stammered.

"You're left handed," Whitney observed and grasped Polly's left hand.

"Now, how you know that?" Polly asked.

"When we ate dinner, you held the fork in your left hand," Whitney reminded Polly.

Polly had dated Chad Lapointe for just over eighteen months. For eighteen months, the fact that Polly Chastaine was left handed seemed to slip the handsome blond man's mind constantly. Especially when they sat to eat.

"Okay," Whitney whispered into Polly's ear, heavy breasts mashing against Polly's heavy breasts. "Your left hand?"

Polly shivered as Whitney's hand manipulated Polly's left hand over Whitney's smooth flesh, underneath the bubbling water. Polly felt the beginning of Whitney's crinkled, stiff pubic hair under her fingertips.

"These two fingers?" Whitney whispered, pulling Polly's left hand out of the water.

Whitney gently kissed Polly's index and middle fingers. She smiled and playfully bit the tip of Polly's middle finger. Then she worked Polly's thumb to stick straight up.

"These two fingers? They go into my pretty little kitty," Whitney said and again kissed Polly's fingers. "While this?"

Whitney wiggled Polly's thumb with her right index and thumb fingers. Whitney then kissed Polly's thumb, smiling.

"This? You kind of..." Whitney whispered, wiggling Polly's thumb again. "You wiggle this against my clitty? Got it? Kitty, and clitty?"

"Got it," Polly giggled and kissed Whitney's pouting lips.

"And this?" Whitney said, taking Polly's right hand into hers. "This? You can hug me? Or you can play with my titties."

"Okay," Polly giggled happily as her left hand dipped underneath the water.

"Mm, oh, oh yes," Whitney hissed out as Polly's left hand found Whitney's crotch.

"Ooh!" Whitney let out a long moan as Polly's right hand pinched Whitney's left nipple.

"Mm, I, I'm a bit of a screamer," Whitney warned as Polly diddled Whitney's clitoris.

"Good to know," Polly said as she concentrated on bringing Whitney to orgasm.

"Oh. OH. OH! Oh my God!" Whitney's voice rose as her hips bucked and thrashed.

"Mmnng!" Polly's hand clamped over Whitney's mouth as the beautiful blonde screamed in orgasm.

Polly fingered Whitney to two more screaming orgasms, right arm holding Whitney in place. The jets died down again and Polly pulled Whitney to slump against her.

"Oh," Whitney finally hissed out before sliding away from Polly's grasp.

"You, you stay the night?" Polly braved asking.

"Okay," Whitney agreed happily.

Polly used her footstool to climb out of the tub. She assisted Whitney out of the tub and impulsively hugged and kissed the girl when Whitney's feet made contact with the concrete of the patio. Whitney returned Polly's hug and kiss.

After they toweled dry, Whitney assisted Polly in putting the cover onto the tub again. Then Whitney simply looped her dress over her shoulder and carried her shoes and stockings in her right hand. Her left hand held onto Polly's right hand as they entered the home.

"You got lotion? My skin gets kind of dry after I been in a hot tub?" Whitney said.

"Yeah, I have, um, unscented and my mother bought me some stuff from Avon. Supposed to smell like some name brand perfume, but..." Polly said.

"Which one you like?" Whitney asked.

"The unscented," Polly admitted. "The Avon one? Just a little bit and that's all you can smell."

"Then that one," Whitney decided, looping her dress over the padded vanity chair in Polly's room. "The unscented one."

"Here," Polly said, getting a plastic hanger for Whitney's dress.

Polly brought the bottle of lotion to Whitney. With a kiss, Whitney put Polly onto a towel on the middle of her bed.

"Hey, I thought you wanted that for..." Polly protested lightly as Whitney Straddled Polly's waist.

"But this is more fun," Whitney smiled and squirted a dollop of the lotion into her hand.

With a kiss to Polly's lips, Whitney leaned forward and applied the lotion to Polly's throat, then shoulders and upper arms. She then wiggled backward and applied lotion to Polly's breasts, playfully pinching Polly's nipples and tugging Polly's breasts away from Polly's rib cage.

Whitney applied lotion to Polly's belly, then hips and upper thighs. She moved down Polly's legs.

"Uh, think you missed something," Polly teased.

"Nuh huh, I don't like the way lotion tastes," Whitney said.

Polly's pussy gave a spasm and she felt moisture seep out of her folds. She could feel the moisture trickling down over her anus as she lay on the towel.

Whitney grabbed Polly's left foot in her hands and gave Polly's foot a slow, forceful massage. She then turned her attention to Polly's right foot and treated Polly's right foot to a firm rubdown.

"Oh," Polly hissed out.

"I know, right?" Whitney giggled. Then stretched out on top of Polly.

The two women kissed for a long moment. They held each other's hands, down by their sides. Whitney's weight lay fully on top of Polly, somewhat crushing Polly, but Polly found it oddly comforting.

"Roll over?" Whitney asked, wiggling to sit up.

Polly wiggled over onto her belly. She heard Whitney squirt more lotion into her hand, then felt Whitney's hands at her shoulders. Whitney's lips grazed Polly's ear as she applied the lotion to Polly's shoulder blades and upper back.

"I'm not gay, I'm not gay," Polly thought feverishly.

Once, when she was a teenager, Ann Marie, Polly's mother had walked into Polly's room just as Polly and Mary Beth, a friend and schoolmate had kissed. Ann Marie Sternly sent Mary Beth home and punished Polly for two weeks, two weeks with no Internet. She also made Polly go to confession and tell Father Goldbrithe about her deviant behavior.

In college, Polly's second roommate had suggested that they 'fool around' but Polly remembered that incident from earlier and refused her roommate's advances. And truthfully, Polly had not found Debbie Worthington very attractive.

"I, your butt is so, that's the nicest butt I've ever seen," Whitney's soft voice cut into Polly's reminiscing.

Both girls giggled when Polly waggled her butt. Whitney's hands massaged Polly's buttocks for a moment, then she continued to work downward.

"I, one time? I had this boyfriend? Craig? God, I don't remember his last name; he sat on the other side of the room?" Whitney said, urging Polly's thighs apart. "But he was totally blind and one time he did this; I thought it was so nasty but I loved it and I wish I could find someone else do this, I should have never broke up with him, but I was stupid and let my so-called friends talk me into breaking up with Craig just because he was blind?"

Polly almost screamed as she felt Whitney's breath against her anus. Then Polly felt Whitney's soft tongue trace around her tightly clenched anus. Polly shuddered; it was just so vulgar, so vile. She almost screamed at Whitney to stop when Whitney flattened her tongue and licked from the area of skin between Polly's slit to the top of Polly's butt crack.

"Oh," Polly gave a grunt as Whitney used her hands to pull Polly's buttocks open.

Polly grunted again as Whitney thrust her tongue into Polly's anus. Whitney thrust her tongue in and out of Polly's anus a few times. Then she flattened her tongue again and repeated the long lick from slit to top of Polly's butt crack.

"And..." Whitney whispered, driving a finger into Polly's rectum.

"Oh, Whitney, you, you're driving me crazy," Polly grunted, mashing her crotch against the texture of her beach towel.

"Yeah?" Whitney giggled, thrusting two fingers into Polly's rectum.

Polly grunted, rotating her hips as Whitney fingered Polly's ass. Her clitoris was rubbing against the towel, but her comforter and pillow top mattress were too plush; there was nothing for Polly to rub against.

"Roll over?" Whitney requested, pulling her fingers from Polly's rectum.

Polly shuddered for a long moment; the feeling of suddenly being empty was frustrating. She managed to wiggle onto her back again.

Whitney knelt between Polly's thighs, then brought her mouth down to Polly's crotch. Polly cried out when Whitney blew warm breath over Polly's protruding inner lips. Whitney used her thumbs to open Polly's slit, then delved her tongue into Polly's depths.

"Mm, oh, oh God Whitney," Polly keened as Whitney's tongue slapped against Polly's clitoris.

Whitney sucked Polly's clitoris into her mouth and thrust two fingers into Polly's pussy. Polly cried out and clamped her thighs around Whitney's head.

When Whitney thrust three fingers into Polly's pussy while two fingers of Whitney's other hand drove into Polly's rectum, Polly squealed and buck in orgasm.

"I like the way you taste," Whitney declared, sitting back on her heels. "I've tasted myself? You know, like on my fingers after I satisfy myself? Oh! Or like on a guy's cock, after it's been in my kitty? I don't like calling it a pussy, I think that makes it sound nasty, but I like the way your kitty tastes."

Polly sat up and grabbed Whitney's shoulders. She then pulled Whitney to lie on top of her. She thrust her tongue into Whitney's mouth and kissed the girl roughly.

"Your turn," Polly ordered, rolling over and forcing Whitney onto her back.

"Wait, let me get on the towel," Whitney said. "Your comforter's too pretty to get lotion on it.

Sitting on her heels, looking down at the nude body of Whitney Sidowski, Polly thought this should be the body that artists should sculpt, or paint, immortalize.

"God, you are gorgeous," Polly breathed.

"Almost as pretty as you?" Whitney asked.

"A thousand times more," Polly declared.

Polly's kiss silenced Whitney's protests. Then Polly began to apply lotion to Whitney's smooth flesh. When she reached Whitney's breasts, Polly first sucked on each nipple before working the lotion into Whitney's breasts. Polly then grabbed Whitney's right breast between her two hands and squeezed, forcing Whitney's breast to balloon slightly. She repeated the process with Whitney's left breast.

"God damn, I know I'm wet from...but God! I'm getting even wetter now," Polly realized as she massaged the lotion into Whitney's sleek belly.

Just as Whitney had done, Polly applied the lotion to Whitney's hips and upper thighs, avoiding smearing any lotion onto Whitney's thatch of blonde curls. She then concentrated on Whitney's smooth, muscled thighs and calves.

"Oh, oh yes, oh Polly, that's good, that's so good," Whitney grunted as Polly massaged Whitney's left foot.

With Whitney's left leg elevated, Polly could see Whitney's light pink inner lips peeking through Whitney's light curtain of blonde fringes. She could see how moist Whitney's plump lips were as she rubbed and kneaded Whitney's foot.

"Mm hmm," Whitney moaned as Polly rubbed and kneaded Whitney's right foot.

Without being told to, Whitney rolled onto her belly, placing her head on her folded arms. Polly stared at Whitney's compact buttocks and felt a shiver run through her.

"But I'm not, God, that, that was just so..." Polly thought and felt another shiver ripple through her as she thought of putting her mouth on Whitney's anus.

"I'm not. That, I'm not doing that," Polly said as she coated Whitney's pale flesh with the unscented lotion.

Polly knelt between Whitney's slightly spread legs and kneaded Whitney's perfect buttocks. She completed applying lotion to the backs of Whitney's thighs.

"Oh, you don't have to?" Whitney said, voice light as Polly spread Whitney's buttocks apart with her hands.

Polly lapped at Whitney's light brown ring, tracing around and around the ring of flesh with the tip of her tongue. Then, pushing Whitney's buttocks further apart, Polly jammed her tongue into Whitney's rectum. The taste was an earthy taste. Using her thumbs, Polly opened Whitney's anus more and drove her tongue into Whitney's anal passage as far as she could extend her tongue.