Annie set her foot down and spoke softly into the half-light. "Anything you want."
She had guided Michele's feet so she was turned around. Looking upwards at her ass, Annie slid her hands up her legs, up under her dress, until she reached the waistband of her panties.
"Why? Why would you do that?" Michele said into the gloom. Her voice was wispy, almost just breath; came from very high in her chest.
Annie pulled the waistband back and over the globe of Michele's ass and then down to the ground, holding them there as Michele stepped out of them. She smelled of sangria, her feet and legs were spattered with sticky drops of it.
"Because I've fallen for you too," she told her, still on her hands and knees. Still holding her soiled panties "Because I want to give you what you want. Whatever you want."
Michele said something, but Annie couldn't make it out. Sliding her hands up the back of Michele's legs, taking hold of her ass, she stood on her knees, preparing to make her obeisance.
She could feel as Michele bunched the front of her dress in her fists, pulled it forward and up over her waist, exposing her ass. Slowly, holding the dress out in front of her, she bent her knees slightly and twisted smoothly around, shifting one foot and then the other, as if in ritual, until Annie was staring at the swell of Michele's hairless pussy. In the pale light, the dress now separated the two girls like a veil; hid them from one another. Annie's mouth filled with saliva as she stared. Michele's labia, a delicate shim of flesh splitting her down the middle, peaking out wetly in the blue light.
From the other side of the viel she heard Michele say, "Please Annie, take me in your mouth." Her breath still came from high in her chest, her voice wavered, but it was no longer a whisper. Annie heard her clearly, felt her need.
Hidden from Michele's view beneath the scrim of her dress Annie opened her mouth and moved it wetly over Michele's lips, pushing her tongue inward she was rewarded with a warm liquid greeting. Their waters mixed. She felt Michele's waters soak her chin. Annie held on the her thighs as she widen her stance. She felt her waters dripping down her neck as Michele dropped her dress, let it fall over Annie's head so that she could hold her head in her hands. She felt Michele pulling her face upwards into the darkness of the dress, felt the muscle walls of her pussy embrace her tongue. And with a crude grunt aimed at the ceiling, Annie felt Michele's dignity give way to desperation as her knees bent outwards and her hips tipped forward.
'Giving me entrance' she thought as she licked the length of her pussy.
In the darkness under the dress Annie drank and sucked Michele. Spread her tongue and let Michele frantically grind against her, losing herself so entirely that she didn't feel Michele lose control until it was too late.
She heard the dress tear as Michele's legs buckled and she fell backwards with a crash, hitting Annie's desk, and sliding to the floor, taking the books and the lamp with her. For a moment the two girls stared at each other, Michele sprawled on her ass, Annie on her hands and knees. The sky had grown light, the room was filled with light. Michele's face was flush and her mascara had run. Her eye's were wide with shock. Her abdomen still convulsing with the aftermath of her orgasm.
They waited. Perhaps expecting a knock or someone to ask if everything was okay, but no knock came. No one called to them through the door. Michele sat owl-eyed, biting her lip, sitting in a pile of Annie's books and papers, her dress split up the front to just above her navel. Taking hold of the two sides, she tore the dress in half. Naked, she pushed herself up on her hands onto the edge of her bed.
Sitting with her legs spread, she beckoned to Annie with her hands.
"Come here Little One. "
Annie got up off here knees and walked to Michele, stepping between her open knees. Taking hold of the Shakey's shirt, Michele began to peel it upwards. Annie obediently raised her arms above her head. Michele stopped while the baby-t still trapped Annie's arms and hid her face. Confused for a moment Annie stood there, her arms bound tight against her ears, the fabric tight enough to squish her nose flat. Then she felt the stronger girls hands on her back and her mouth on her nipple, and understood.
Michele nursed. At first her mouth was soft and wet, but perhaps driven by Annie's moans, her sucking grew more intense. Annie could see her through the thin pink fabric, feel the moisture from her breath soaking the shirt in front of her mouth and nose. Leaving her bound, and still sucking, Michele's hands moved from her back, traveled around her bare belly to the fly of her jeans. Annie bit and sucked at the wet shirt. She could just make out that Michele was looking up at her, her lips still slurping at her nipple. Her hips jerked while her fingers unbuttoning and lowering the zipper of her fly.
Michele began to push the jeans and panties down over her ass and Annie frantically shimmied to help.
"MMMmmMMmmm" Teeth still clamped, she voiced her frustration through the shirt as Michele pushed her jeans down her thighs, her arms held uselessly over her head. Michele released her nipple with a wet pop.
"You teased me with these all night" she accused, letting go of her jeans and squeezing her little tits. Before Annie could protest Michele moved her suck to the other teet. Leaving her jeans pushed down to her knees Michele held onto Annie's free nipple, rolling and pinching it, while her other hand reached for her bare ass.
As Michele sucked and squeezed and pinched, Annie felt wet trickling down her inner thighs, wondered if she could cum this way. Her hips began to hump as the sucking grew harder, as Michele's fingers dug into the crack of her ass and pulled savagely at her nipple. She was pretty sure she could - that she was about to. Just when she thought she might fall over from the building orgasm, she felt Michele's strong arms wrapping her around the waist and the thighs, lifting her up into the air and laying her softly on the bed.
Through the t-shirt she could see Michele in silhouette, kneeling besides her, feel her peeling her jeans the rest of the way off. Annie, still bound squirmed on the her back for release. Michele laughed at her distress as she worked her feet free.
Naked now, she felt Michel moving over her, her hair blocking the morning light as her face moved above Annie's. She pulled the little shirt up and over Annie's face, but left it binding her arms over her head. Their two faces almost touched, surrounded by Michele's hair. In the close darkness of that tiny fleeting cavern they shared breath.
"Do it." Annie told her.
Michele stared at her, her expression neutral, but Annie watched as her eyes grew black, her pupils dilating, her lips didn't so much part, as flower; wet with saliva.
Michele rose up on her hands and the room was full of sun. Her knees straddling Annies waist. Her chest heaved with excited short breaths.
"Do it." she urged.
Sliding her knees knees forward, a hand dropping to her pussy, almost protectively, she straddled Annie's chest. Michele took hold of her hair and pushed her head downwards. Annie, knowing what she wanted, helped her, using her legs to slide down the bed, even as Michele lowered herself onto her face. Looking into Michele's eyes Annie opened her mouth wide and began to lick and suck. Michele leaned forward taking hold of her bound arms, pinning her further. It wasn't long before Annies licking and sucking weren't enough and Michele began to grind.
Michele rolled her hips, stroking her pussy back and forth across Annies mouth, chin, and nose. She paused to let Annie nurse at her clitoris. Annie held her in her pursed lips, sucking hard while swirling the rigid little pearl with her tongue - but then Michele's grinding resumed, the strokes longer now. Dragging her pussy and her asshole across Annies face, Michele's movements becoming jagged, less rhythmic. The grip on Annies arms grew tighter as even more of Michele's weight bore down on Annie's face.
"Annie."
Michele was staring into her eyes, she shone with a desperate beauty.
"Annie."
The weight lifted, the grip relaxed, and the floodgate opened. Annie's mouth filled with Michele. Michele trickled into her ears. Michele ran down her neck and pooled at the base of her throat. Drowning in Michele, even as her own crisis broke, Annie's body twisted with pleasure like the bound slave.