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back, closing her eyes and moaning softly.
     
                When
Sara opened her eyes again, she saw Abby, on her back, lifting her hips toward
Sara.  Abby’s two fingers eagerly slid in and out of Abby’s pussy, squishing
loudly.  Sara wondered if anyone would hear.
     
                Sara
slowly encircled her swollen clit with her finger, stretching her legs out on
the bed.  When Sara looked up, she noticed Abby, her head lolled back, inching
her hips slowly toward Sara. 
     
    “Mmmmm,” Sara
moaned softly.  As Abby’s hips approached Sara’s face, Sara felt her heart
race, and her pussy swell.  Sara slid a finger inside.
               
    Abby
began to moan rhythmically, in time with her fingers, as they pumped her
pussy.  Abby’s pussy was now inches from Sara’s face.  Sara looked up, and
startled a bit, but her body was beginning to tighten, and Sara was unable to
show her surprise outwardly. 
     
                “Oh,
God, Abby, I’m going to come,” Sara hissed though half-whispered breath.
     
                Abby
knelt onto her knees, her pussy still inches from Sara’s face.  Sara noticed
Abby’s lips begin to quiver slightly as Sara tugged hard against the upper wall
of her pussy with her fingers.  Sara’s stomach tightened immediately, and her
heart raced as if it would pound out of her chest.  When Sara’s thumb grazed
her swollen clit, Sara felt her body letting go.
     
                “Mmmm….Oh…..fuck…..”
Sara moaned, lost.
     
                Suddenly,
Sara felt something moist against her lips.  She opened her eyes, to see Abby’s
pussy grinding against her mouth.  Instinctively, Sara grabbed Abby’s hips, to
help steady her.  When Sara realized what was happening, she stuck her tongue
out, darting inside Abby’s lips as Abby encircled her own clit.
     
                “That’s
it, baby.  This is what I’ve been dreaming about,” Abby whispered, grinding her
pussy into Sara’s face
     
                Sara
had never experienced this before.  She hoped she wouldn’t disappoint Abby.  It
tasted … different.  Not odd, but just unique.  Sara smiled to herself as she
licked up, over Abby’s front wall, and Abby shuddered, grinding herself
furiously against Sara.
     
                “Oh….God….Yes!” 
Abby screamed, her pussy quivering against Sara’s tongue.  Apparently, Sara’s
tongue was doing what it was supposed to.  Sara became more assured, and began
lapping hungrily at Abby’s pussy, as Abby moaned loudly, then suddenly
collapsed onto the bed.
     
                “Damn,”
Abby panted.  “And I’m supposed to be the first woman you’ve ever been with?”
     
                “
’fraid so, but I want to learn more,”  Sara smiled.  It was new, to bring
someone to orgasm with her tongue.  Sara felt empowered.  This was something
she didn’t realize she could do.  It was heady to think that Sara could give
this much pleasure just with her tongue.
     
                “Well,
you’ve found just the right friend.  I’m a great teacher, I’ve been told,” Abby
offered, matter-of-factly.

 
CHAPTER TWO
     
                Sara
awoke the next morning, still naked.  As she sat up, she realized how
disappointed she was that Abby hadn’t stayed.  Abby had left, saying she didn’t
want to “raise any more suspicions.”  Sara figured that anyone with a suspicion
could simply stand in the hallway and hear Abby moaning, and have their
suspicion confirmed easily.  Maybe it was for the best.  This was a six-week
trip, after all, and it was important not to offend the Oxford hosts. 
     
                Sara
stumbled out of bed, and tugged her jeans on, and grabbed a white button-down
shirt from the dresser.  She looked at the clock – 6:00 a.m., her normal time
to rise.  She slipped into her sandals,