Rachel & Janie's Massage, Part 2

by PenelopePinn

Jasmine leans into Rachel as she had leaned into me. I can see Rach's lips trembling with anticipation. As Jasmine is about to kiss her, she turns to me and says, "Would you please be the one to bring her home, Janie? Kiss your friend just like I kissed you."

I am still for what seems like a long time before I sigh and reach out to Rachel. "This is all your fault you know. All this kissing and being here and being bewitched, so you have to pay. I am going to kiss you until you weep with desire, but I am not going to...do more...to make you come or even let Miss Jasmine or Miss M help you to come." Then I kissed her just like Jasmine taught me all mouth and heat and tongue until I thought we would pass out.

Rach is stunned. She is shaking. Her hands are all over me, almost like I am a lost child. Touching me, hugging me, stroking me as though she can't believe I am here. Maybe I am bewitched--how could I have learned to kiss her like that? Why am I suddenly the dominant one?

I pull her to me and let her burrow her head onto my breast. I stroke her red hair, frizzy now from the heat or perhaps the passion crackling in the air. I kiss her ear and then lick it, pushing my tongue into the dainty canal. Storm Jasmine is watching her handiwork, pleased by how quickly all or our barricades have fallen. She says, "Now you'll really have the best massage, Janie. Just like Rachel promised."

I stare at her, my eyes like arrows aiming for her heart. She gets up from her knees suddenly and sits on my lap her legs straddling Rach. She wiggles her butt and asks Miss M if we don't all make an adorable threesome. Miss M smiles at us and says she can't wait. I wonder what she can't wait for even though I think I know because of the uncontrollable wetness between my legs.

Jasmine gets lightly to her knees and teasingly asks Miss M if she does't think the cookies are baked, whatever that means. Then she plunges her face right into my crouch, almost like a dog will sniff you in that embarrassing way that usually happens when other people are around. She's breathes deeply and then tilts her head up and looks at me as I stare at her. That electric impulse from eye to eye is like some strange invisible sigh... Then she takes her face away and says, "The oven is hot and doughy and smells delicious."

She leans over to Rachel and kisses her deeply, licking a tear that strays down her cheek. "Do you think Janie's oven is ready?" Jasmine moves back a step and helps Rach knell in front of me. Miss M leans over the side of the table, fluffs up the skirt Rach is wearing, and strokes her bottom. She is so gentle and wistful that I am jealous, wanting those carefree fingers to caress me too. Jasmine places a hand on Rach's back and another across her breasts. 'Breath in deeply,' she whispers and guides her face between my legs. I feel her against the thin cotton of my skirt. I feel her as she wiggles her head and snuggles in deeper. I feel her breathe in deeply. I reach down and stroke her hair, hardly breathing myself while I wait for what comes next.

Jasmine, the conductor of surprises, takes a detour from what I fear but hope will happen. (What if my lovely room mate really does put her mouth where I want her to?)

"So the bread is rising and oven is hot, but let's not go too fast girls. Rach take your cute little blushing face from between Janie's legs before she pulls up her dress and squeezes you and won't let you go."

Like the mind reader I now know her to be, Jasmine quotes my earlier thought, saying, "Who was that poet, Janie, that said we have miles to go before we sleep."

"Frost." I say, and then I pinch her ear lightly: "You are so tricky, Jasmine." My fingers walk across her face and stroke her cheek and then caress the smiling seam of her mouth. (What am I doing? I am so not this aggressive.)

Miss M says, "Janie is a quick study. I hope Rach can keep up. Rach answers by capturing Jasmine and I in a firm head lock that brings the three of us pressed together in a long three-way kiss. Tongues become entangled with lips, and lick with abandon. I feel their wetness everywhere and then their mouths and then I am doing the tasting and the licking myself.

"Very nice, Rachel. I knew we could count on you!" Miss M says, when we come up for air, all tousled hair and panting chests. "You all enjoyed that, didn't you, sluts."

Jasmine changes roles and looks shyly at me and then she kisses Rach on the nose, telling her "Thank you, sweetheart. I hope we are all lovers and, yes, even sluts together for a long time."

Miss M giggles, "Me too."

Jasmine stands up then and stretches her long lean naked body. This is all good from a few feet away but she is in fact right in front of two oh so horny girls; girls who are both mouth level with the smooth shaved pussy we now see inches from our faces. Rach looks at me questioningly, I look back with gleaming eyes. We both smile and reach for the prize.

Jasmine must know the affect she has on us. Instead of skittering away she widens her legs and thrusts her hips toward us. We ponce like kittens to the milk. I feel Rach's cheek on my cheek as both our mouths lavish Jasmine's pussy. Our arms are wrapped around Jasmine's butt pulling her even closer. I don't know if this is a first with Rach, but for me that tangy smell and that salty wetness and those slick fleshy labials brand themselves on my virgin memory. I close my eyes and feel my mentor (now lover and maybe friend) by my cheek doing just what I am doing, making Jasmine quiver.

Suddenly, our faces are dripping. Jasmine has stopped moaning and is lifting us both up and is licking our faces and we are licking each other. Miss M is off the table and wrapping us in her arms and pressing her warm body around us, saying over and over, "Lovely! Lovely! Lovely!"