Freetime fun

Too early for the party. Debbie leaned in with that slow smile of hers and said it was never too late for a little fun. I knew exactly what she meant. The two of us stood close, her hand already sliding under my top, finding bare skin. We were still fully dressed, but the air changed fast. She kissed me—soft at first, then deeper, tongue teasing mine while her fingers traced the edge of my bra. I pushed her shirt up and over her head, letting it drop, her blonde hair falling loose across her shoulders. Her nipples tightened as I brushed my thumbs over them, and she let out a soft sound that went straight through me. We moved together without hurry, mouths hungry, hands slipping lower. Her fingers found the button of my jeans and popped it open, sliding inside to cup me through the thin lace. I ground against her palm, wet already, wanting more. She dropped to her knees, tugging my jeans down with her, lips pressing hot kisses along my thighs before she pulled the lace aside and licked a slow stripe up my center. I gasped, fingers in her hair, holding her there as her tongue worked me—wet, steady, relentless. She slipped two fingers inside and curled them, finding the spot that made my knees shake. I came on her tongue with a sharp cry, thighs trembling around her face. When I caught my breath she stood, and I turned her against the wall, kissing her hard so I could taste myself on her lips. My hand slid down the front of her panties and found her soaked. Two fingers pushed inside her while my thumb circled her clit. She rocked against me, breath hot against my neck, hips rolling until she clenched around my fingers and came with a low moan. We stayed pressed together, breathing hard, bodies still humming. The party could wait.