I push them aside and I feel how wet she is. I don’t even have to stick my hands in her pussy to gather her cum to bring it up to her clit, it is all ready waiting for me between her pussy lips. I start to slowly let my clit lick her nipple feeling my own need heighten, if that’s even possible. I feel my cum dripping down her tit and her clit jumps as my two fingers massage her clit and around it applying just enough pressure. I let go of her hands, I need to steady myself as I move closer and closer. And then it hit me again…Shelly is a freak. With her free hands she puts one on the side of my upper torso and the other delves into her pussy, getting it nice and wet before she takes two fingers into my ass.

Ooooooooooooh Fuck!

Ashley: “Shit!” The words tear through my throat leaving it raw.

I need more contact, so I drag my wet pussy down her body until I feel her wetness mix with mine. She brings her one leg up and wraps it around my body, her fingers never leave my hole. Underneath the leg she has wrapped around me I put my knee and shift her leg up more to maximize our contact.

I’m so close as our clits kiss over and over again and I can feel how hard we both are. I want her to cum with me so pinch her one nipple as hard as I can, how she likes it, while I lick and bite the other. She cums first, miraculously, and her flood pushes me over the edge, but I don’t stop riding her. I know I’m due for another and because of my continued working of her tits, she will be due as well.

She finally takes her fingers out of my ass, and I can feel my body tremble, but she brings her now free hand, separates our pussys, takes our mixed cum, and sticks her fingers back into my asshole.

Ashley: “Ahhhhhhhhhh.” My voice is shaking, I’m shaking. Her fingers are moving fast in and out, and I start riding her harder.

Shelly: “Come on baby, cum for me as I’m deep in your ass!”

This time I cum first. I cum so deep that I don’t even notice that she came. And if she didn’t tell me, I never would have noticed.

So that’s how I spent the majority of my first day of school. Shelly left not long after. I went upstairs and jumped into the shower trying not to replay the events that had just taken place. It’s 1:12 pm PST on September 1, 2005 and I am disgusted with myself. But because of what just happened? Did I enjoy the sex, yes, but no. Would it stop me from seeing Shelly again, probably not, or other girls for that matter. No, what was so disturbing was that both times I came I saw the blue eyes from my dream, and it made me realize that I was lost.