Show And Tell

Tony and Claire and Donna had been the best of friends in college.
After graduation, they had all moved to separate cities and it had been
a long time since they had seen each other. Claire and Donna decided
to have a mini reunion when Donna was in town for business trip.

They were sitting in Claire apartment, catching up on gossip and old
times when Claire had an idea. “Let’s take a picture and send it to
Tony,” she said.

“What a great idea,” Donna agreed. They used Claire’s digital camera
so they could upload the photo and e-mail it to Tony right away. They
pressed their faces close together, smiling at the camera, imagining
Tony’s face when he saw the two of them together.

“Hey, remember what Tony used to fantasize about in college? ” Claire
asked, a grin on her face.

“Oh yes, ” Donna said, “let’s take a picture of us kissing so he’ll
think that he missed out on the fun. “

They laughed and pressed their lips together, trying to keep from
laughing as the camera shot photo after photo. They moved their faces
so that they alternated poses, one close to the camera and then the
other. After a few shots, their kissing became more passionate, and
they seemed to forget about the camera as their tongues danced against
each other. Donna gave a low moan as Claire sucked lightly on her
tongue and teased her lips.

“Is this for Tony any more?” Donna asked, pulling back for a moment and
smiling at Claire.

“Well, don’t you think he’d appreciate it if we went really wild?”
Claire asked, nuzzling Donna’s neck and moving her hands to her old
friend’s breasts. She fingered Donna’s nipples gently through the soft
cashmere of her sweater.

“Oh yes,” Donna purred, unbuttoning Claire’s shirt and trailing her
fingertips lightly over Claire’s small breasts through her white lacy
bra. They set the digital camera to take pictures every few seconds,
and then they put it down and moved to the bed.

After quickly stripping off each other’s clothes, they lay together,
kissing and touching lightly, exploring the curves and crevices of each
other’s bodies. It seemed strange that they had known each other for
so long and had never done it before. Claire was making soft sighing
noises as Donna parted her thighs and slid her fingers in and around
Claire’s wet slit.

Donna had touched her own pussy of course, but Claire’s seemed
different somehow. Warmer, wetter, the fluids lubricating the soft
folds seemed slicker. Her fingers darted in and around Claire’s
luscious labia, provoking more of the delicious moans from the depths
of Claire’s throat.

Claire lowered her head to Donna’s breasts, sucking on the friend’s
nipples as Donna found the tiny button of Claire’s clit and pinched it
gently between her fingers. Lifting her head for a moment, Claire
gasped in ecstasy, and Donna could feel the nub of flesh throbbing
against her fingers as juices dripped from Claire’s dripping slit.

“Tony is going to love this, ” Donna laughed, and then sighed happily
as Claire ran her tongue over the underside of Donna’s breasts, teasing
the soft, pale skin.

“He’s going to go crazy,” Claire murmured as she kissed her way down
Donna’s softly rounded stomach. As her head moved lower, she shifted
so that Donna’s hands could keep working on her soft pussy.

Donna spread her legs, allowing Claire easy access to her own dripping
cunt. Claire found Donna’s stiff clit easily and sucked it between her
lips, flicking her tongue lightly over the very tip. Donna could feel
waves of sensation shivering through all the nerve endings in her body,
and she moaned aloud, thrusting her fingers deeper into Claire’s hole.

The women’s warm juices were everywhere, flowing down their thighs,
their fingers, their faces, and making the sheets sticky and warm.
They were dimly aware of the camera catching their movements at regular
intervals, and the thought of Tony sitting in front of his computer,
downloading image after image of their shared ecstasy, made them pause
and smile.

“Oh honey,” Donna murmured, “you’re going to make me come.” Claire
exhaled lately, blowing a warm stream of air over Donna’s damp pussy,
and Donna moaned and shivered as her cunt began to throb, pushing more
juices out onto Claire’s face. Claire kept her tongue moving over
Donna’s throbbing clit, bringing her to another rapid orgasm as Claire
felt her own thighs beginning to shake, warning of her own impending
orgasm.

The bed shook under them as the women’s bodies trembled in their
orgasms; fingers, tongues, lips working rapidly on each other’s cunts
as they came, orgasm after orgasm following so rapidly that it seemed
like one continuous string. When they were too exhausted to continue,
Claire kissed her way back up Donna’s body and their lips met again,
sharing the musky juices of each other’s cunts.

They hurried into the den and started up Claire’s computer. Donna was
sitting on Claire’s lap, both of them still naked. They uploaded the
images of their tryst and sent them off to Tony, smiling as they
imagined how he would react when he saw their show and tell.