The Babysitter

Jenna and Veronica roll through the door already grinning. They spot the sitter posted on the sofa, knees closed, sweater buttoned to the neck. Little sister’s out cold, so the coast is clear. They flank Alexa, cool hands sliding over soft thighs and bare arms until she’s breathing faster. Jenna goes in for the kiss first; Alexa’s mouth is timid at first, then melts open. Never been with a girl, she whispers. They laugh low, gentle, already tugging at buttons. Veronica pulls the sweater off, Jenna has the skirt pushed to the floor before Alexa can think of another excuse. Skin to skin now, the two lesbians strip bare themselves like it’s nothing. Jenna drops between Alexa's spread legs and licks her open, slow, then deeper, tongue darting till Alexa’s thighs shake. Veronica takes her from behind, cradling her head, feeding her a heavy nipple. Alexa moans around it, hips bucking, nerves gone. Soon Veronica climbs higher, lowers her ass right onto Alexa's mouth. Alexa tongues it greedily, licking circles round the tight hole until Veronica swears and squirts clear across the couch, hot splash soaking the cushions. They shift quick, Jenna on top of Alexa grinding cunt to cunt in a slick tribal rhythm, Veronica eating her out from behind. Every time Jenna cums she keeps rubbing, never letting up. Alexa arches, crying out round Veronica’s tongue, coming so hard her toes curl. The two girlfriends 69 next, faces buried, fingers and tongues everywhere, until Veronica leans off and rains another squirt straight down over both girls. Their fingers never leave each other’s clits, rubbing fast circles till every last wet drop is spilled. Headlights sweep across the blinds. Parents are back. Clothes hit the floor like confetti. The pair snatch their dresses and vanish out the side door, giggling. Alexa’s left stark naked on the soaking sofa, heart pounding, wondering what the fuck she’s supposed to say when that front door opens.