The Art of Older Women: Part Three

Alice March was done with studying. Her professor Dr. Matthews had said Vicki Chase could help, so Alice called her. Vicki was free at six. Alice felt a kick in her stomach as she hung up. When Vicki showed up Alice started asking about the irony in Romeo and Juliet. Vicki talked while Alice stared. Every time she tried to focus she lost her place again. Then Alice’s hand was on Vicki’s pussy, rubbing the thin fabric. Vicki paused, eyes shifting, then leaned in. She told Alice to kiss her. Alice admitted she’d never been with a girl, but her mouth was already open when Vicki pressed forward. Vicki guided Alice’s tongue, warm and wet. She pulled down her top and offered her small tits. Alice slipped off her own shirt, breasts bare. Clothes hit the floor. Vicki climbed over her, spread her legs, and took Alice’s pussy in her mouth first. Alice tasted Vicki next, tongues working until both of them were moaning loud, thighs slick. They locked hips, grinding hard, pussy on pussy, faster and faster until they shook and shouted, the bed creaking under them. Shakespeare never made anybody come that hard.