Tea time

We skipped the textbooks the second I slid my hand under her skirt. My friend came over after school like we planned, but the kitchen turned into something else fast. She leaned back against the counter while the kettle whistled, legs spread, panties pushed aside. I dropped to my knees and licked her right there, tasting how wet she already was. Her fingers gripped the edge, knuckles pale. Every soft sound she made made me work my tongue deeper, slow circles turning quick. I kept her blouse on, just unbuttoned enough to see her small tits rise with each breath. We never touched the tea. She came with her thighs trembling around my face, hips jerking, then pulled me up for a kiss that tasted like her.