Friends having fun

Jo and Sandy found their favorite habit back in college. Two years out and they still fall into bed the way they did in the dorms, laughing one minute, moaning the next. College might be over, but these girls refuse to let the games end. Tonight the nightstand lamp is low and their lingerie is barely on. Sandy stretches out, the sheer black lace stretched tight across her small breasts, while Jo—blonde hair falling forward—leans in to taste her. Soft, slow laps at first, then firmer, and Sandy’s hips lift right off the sheets. Fingers slide inside, two at once, curling, finding that spot that makes Sandy bite her lip and swear under her breath. They trade places without a word. Sandy tugs Jo’s panties aside, spreads her open, and buries her tongue. Wet sounds fill the room—sharp, hungry. Jo’s thighs tremble. She grabs Sandy’s hair and pulls her closer, riding each stroke until her breath breaks into short, helpless gasps. They end up side by side, legs tangled, each girl working the other with slick fingers. Blonde and brunette, lace straps slipping off shoulders, bodies flushed and shining. They come almost together, one sharp cry followed by the other, then melt into the mattress, giggling like the reckless students they still are at heart.