Christie brought her face up and kissed her; slowly, hungrily, tongue taking possession again and again. While they kissed, Becky finished undoing Christie’s jeans and slid her hands along the moist, creamy skin of Christie’s ass, easing the jeans down as she went. She began kneading the firm curves with her strong hands and Christie made a sound deep in the back of her throat that sounded a lot like a growl.
Christie broke the kiss, finally, and gasped, “You got ahead of me. No fair!” Her hands shook as she pulled down the zipper of Becky’s shorts and yanked them down. Suddenly Becky was laughing. “You’re so great! Oh God, this is so great!” Christie grinned at her. “Yeah, and it’s gonna get so much better.” Christie went down to her knees and eased the shorts off one foot and then the other.
Then she pulled Becky’s bikinis off slowly, running her tongue down Becky’s long, brown legs just ahead of the cloth. Once the panties were gone, she bent over and kissed Becky’s knees, licking and sucking until Becky giggled and danced away.
“Come back.” Christie ordered, “I want to kiss the backs too.” “Not until your jeans are off.”
Becky came back and pulled Christie to her feet. “Then we can get serious.” “Do we have to?” Christie complained. “I really think our lives are too serious already.”