Suck, Sip and Lick

By Lynda Gordon Copyright 2020

A short erotic tale of two women that began as friends and became lovers.

The day my biggest fantasy came to life, is an event I will never forget. My best friend read my diary resulting in my whole world exploding like a spectacular display of fireworks. Becky was, what you would define as, a visual delight. Possessing a sexy set of long, tanned legs, tiny waist and perfect arse, she was irresistible. A soft pair of bouncy breasts and breath-taking smile created a package that made my groin hot and wet.

Living together meant I had many opportunities to absorb her beauty through my eyes, my favourite being, when I would secretly plan our routines so she would shower when I was using the bathroom. The second she leant back under the stream, my eyes would gaze through the glass at her incredibly perfect shape, taking in every inch. Water cascading down the gentle slopes of her breasts, I would yearn to lick and caress them, wondering what she would taste like. Laying there at night, I would pleasure myself with images of her.

We were party girls and our favourite drink was ‘Tequila Slammers’. You would lick salt from your hand, have a shot of tequila then suck on a piece of lemon. The look on her beautiful face that Friday after I busted through our front door yelling “Its lick, sip and suck it night!” is memorable. Becky had responded by jumping up, twerking and screaming “hell yeah!” I headed off for a quick shower and told her not to start without me. The next half an hour of my life was magical.

The bathroom door flew open and in swayed Becky. Slightly slurring and giggling about having had one or two drinks already, her energy was contagious, which made me chuckle. After taking her clothes off in a sexy strip tease, Becky joined me in the shower with the tequila in one hand and a piece of lemon in the other. Pleasantly shocked, the only thing I could utter was “where is the salt?”

Placing a finger against my lips and telling me to “hush,” Becky sat the lemon at the front of my mouth and told me to bite it. Leaning forward with stars in her eyes, she informed me we would be doing this in reverse. Becky started sucking on the lemon, gently brushing her lips against mine. They were soft and supple. With the sweet taste of cherries, mixed with the sourness from the lemon, they invited me to reciprocate. Steam accentuated her fragrance, carrying it up through my nostrils, causing my head to spin and knees to buckle. “That’s the suck” Becky whispered tenderly into my ear. After tracing her tongue around the rim of the bottle, she took a seductive swig and ended it with a grin. Her next words of “that’s the sip” created a tremble in my voice as I dared to repeat “where is the salt?” Becky winked.

Starting at the top of my neck, Becky silently traced her tongue down my chest, pausing to circle it around my excited, erect nipples. Her hands groped at my naked breasts as she lowered herself until her face was at height with my throbbing, salty, wet pussy. Dreamily looking back up, her eyes danced, hypnotizing me. Both of us were breathing heavily, hearts racing. Grabbing my arse firmly, Becky cried joyfully “This is the salt”.

Thrusting her tongue deep inside me, I could feel her mouth organ navigating its way around. Suckling and licking with a thirsty passion. From stimulating softly to feasting with fury, Becky relentlessly massaged my clitoris. Awakening senses I never knew were within me. I braced myself, grabbed a handful of her hair, and buried her face further into my hot, longing loins. She moaned in delight. My back arched and legs shook with my voice screaming and begging for more.

Her moist tongue was so warm where I had accommodated it into me. Coupled with her oral skills, it was hard to hold off my furiously approaching orgasm. My body gyrated and shook like it was having a seizure. With no more control and close to collapsing, I climaxed. Adrenalin filtered through my body, making every part of me tingle. A shuddering sensation was felt internally, pussy pulsating, it could not have been compared to any other orgasm. Standing there breathless, my mind tried to decipher if this was just a figment of my imagination. Becky rose back up, wrapped her arms around my waist, and cooed a confession of “I read your diary Bella, I feel the same way”.

Before I had the chance to catch my breath, Becky kissed me again. Hard. Passionately pursuing my tongue with hers. This time I could taste myself and hoped her flavour was equally delicious. With all intentions of returning the favour, I positioned myself to delight her.

“Suck, Sip and Lick it” was invented and we indulged often.