It was Emma's friend, Britta that had convinced her to go. Rousting her from bed on that cold, November morning. "Come on Emm, you sleepy head, get that sweet butt of yours moving! - You know how small that lecture hall is, and if we want a good seat, we'll need to get there early!" But all Emma really wanted to do was roll-over & pull that lofty snow-white duvet back up to her chin, and pretend she was still sleeping. Or better yet, dreaming...
Emma gave the light feather cover a fluff, then closed her eyes again...Cool delicate hands drifting across her soft, bare skin - wandering freely - lingering here & there...she thought to herself how silly it was that some people chose to wear clothes to bed. She was very well acquainted, and contented with her lovely young body. The curves, the contours, the hills & valleys - She enjoyed the familiarity and reassurance of her own touch. As she rested her hands atop her bountiful breasts, she took notice of her calm rhythmic breathing - The slow steady rise and gentle fall of her chest. Her ripe nipples, shamelessly erect and in need of attention, confessed their gratitude to the soft palms above. Yes, those oh so determined titties, invariably on display - That's something that had embarrassed Emma when she was younger, but she was 19 now, and long over that.
Her nimble fingers danced with quiet intent - Around & around those fleshy pink-toned halos. Priming them - One, then the other, now both together in sweet unison. Stopping the motion just long enough to bring those well-taught fingers up to her open mouth - wetting their tips, then plummeting them back down under. Ohh yes...that's what she liked - Always better when wetter! Her sensitive titties stiffening further yet, by the grace of that slick spittle - Elongated nips, now rock-hard & standing crown-proud, just begging for some quick underside flicks, or a few well-placed tugs, tweaks & serious pinches - Oh yes!, that surly would have sent ripples of current flowing, straight to her swelling clitty then further on down the line to her moist, pleasure-tunnel. But instead, she got a shock of a different kind - It was a voice & it was booming! It was her roommate Britta, and she was yelling - "EM-AHH!, do you still plan on Coming?, And if so, then Let's Go!" Emma shot up with a start! She slowly turned & then swiveled - her narrow feet, dangling - anticipating contact with the cold hardwood floor...
Javier Azevedo was a Brazilian sociologist, professor & politician. And today's guest lecturer at Mansfield University of Pennsylvania. Upon first glance, both Emma and Britta were smitten, and it was quite probable that the majority of females in attendance would be too. After all, who can find fault with tall, dark and handsome?, and when you toss in brilliant, engaging, witty and polite, then by God you know you're in the presence of something rare & forthright. Britta was beyond pleased that her best friend was with her. And when the presentation was over, they confided as to just how quickly those 2 hours had flown by - "Time flies like an arrow & fruit flies like a banana," cracked Emma. Then she opened her notebook, giving Britta a sneak-peek inside at her explicitly illicit inked-doodles. Those well-worked narrow margins were filled to the brim! Britta chimed in - "Arrows & Banana's indeed, oh my!"
As they made their way out of that crowded lecture hall, they could see clearly beyond the glass double doors - A steady cascade of white flakes were falling. "Oh damn!, it's snowing, cried Britta - I really hate the snow!" Emma just looked at her friend, those big grey-green eyes asking, "How could anyone hate the snow?" They locked arms tightly as they ran slipping & sliding across campus toward the student parking lot. Finding their car was proving to be a bit of a challenge now - Most of them camouflaged, in a deep cold sheath of sparkling-white. "Yep!, right where I parked it," gleamed Britta. Emma smiled and dashed around the car, brushing it clean best she could with the sleeve of her blue-woolen coat. Britta slid out of the driver's seat, delivering the undeniable news. "Fuck it!, It won't turn over - it's dead or something." "No biggie," said Emma, let's just start walking - Come on!, it will be fun, you'll see."
The girls weren't far beyond the parking lot when the sound of a persistent car-horn honking, froze them in their high-heeled tracks. They carefully turned to see what all the fuss was, and to their surprise & sheer-utter delight, it was none other than Professor Azevedo - His car window down, and his hand waving, No, motioning for them to come his way. "Hey, do you two need a lift somewhere?, I just heard on the news that a big storm is brewing." The girls faced one another - eyes wide, and smiles beginning to curl. Without saying a word, the two jumped in the back seat of his loaner. Azevedo reached up, tilting the rear view mirror while addressing his two, fare thee wells - "Hey, don't I recognize you from the lecture? - Just a few rows back maybe, and a little to my right." He smiled & straightened the mirror as he pulled out, traveling west into traffic.
Britta grabbed Emma's hand and quickly put it to her chest. She wanted her friend to feel how hard and fast her heart was beating. Emma countered that move with a slow lean-in across Britta's toned body - lips slightly parted, head tipping a little to the left. Britta barely had a chance to process what was happening before she felt Emma's soft warm mouth, pressing deep & sweetly into her own. The kiss seemed to come out of nowhere, yet go on for ever - Til a throaty voice from beyond the back seat, (somewhat) pleasantly interrupted. "Hey, would you girls like something to take the chill off? I just so happen to have a bottle of Cachaca in my bag. I always bring it with me when i travel to the States - especially this time of year." He passed the bottle back and without hesitation, Britta took the first swig, then another. "Go ahead Emm, it tastes a little like dark rum - I think you might even like it." Emma wasn't much of a drinker, but she took a polite taste and as she passed it back over, she politely thanked the Professor. "You're most certainly welcome my dear, and please, my name is Javier - no formalities here, and what are your lovely names, may I ask?" Britta spoke up - Her crystal clear voice, cutting through the air, and breaking the ice, a little further. "This is my friend Emma, and my name is Britta - And by the way, thank-you so much for saving us from imminent frostbite, and come to think of it, we haven't even told you where we were headed - We live south out of town on Sycamore, just beyond the tracks - Are you familiar with that?" "Oh sure, not to worry my dears, I know my way around here well."
All told, those girlfriends were tight & cozy, sitting in the back of that rented wagon. Nothing quite like a couple of mid-morning shots on an empty stomach to get things heated up, and headed in a stimulating direction. Britta could still feel a subtle trace of Emma's lips on her own, and before all was all but lost, she moved in quick with a warm kiss & then another, while soundly placing both hands up against Emma's most tolerant & brimming bosoms. Soon enough the roomies were slipping out of their coats, and then their sweaters to get better access to what they were after. Outside the white stuff just kept swirling & blowing, no signs of relenting in sight. And inside the girls kept pace by playfully teasing, caressing & kissing - All the while well aware that their darling, snow-globe matinee performance was showing, on that small, front-mounted, rear-projected screen.
Britta couldn't get enough of Emma's smooth supple breasts & soothing suckable nipples, while Emma just loved the feel of Britta's, Everything! - In light of that declaration, she had been granted all access / full permission to trail & stumble across that venturesome terrain. Exploring all those secret little places, and discovering what might cause her playmate to writhe, moan & sigh was always a favorite anytime, pastime. The windows were steamed, and Javier more than a little hot under the collar, but the girls, nearly half-naked now, were starting to catch a bit of a chill.
Britta broke the silence by asking Javier if he wouldn't mind turning up the heat just a little. "Sorry my dear, damn thing doesn't seem to be working - Can you believe that? - They loan me a car with a faulty heater in Winter!" "But I can offer up some divine, agua-benta." Britta looked to Emma - She responded in a half-whisper..."I think he means the liquor." Javier turned quickly to pass back the bottle. "Sim sim, Holy-water!, my lovely snow-bunnies!" He smiled wide while forging red-eye contact with his two young beauties, before placing both hands back, at the wheel. The girls took note that their chauffeur had obviously been drinking, and rather freely - The bottle half-full now, or was it half-empty...
To Britta's surprise, Emma was game for more of a guzzle this go-round. She said she needed to siphon some heat from the spirits. And further confessed how the thought of Javier's firm grip on the slender neck of that bottle, had un-hinged her! Her full lips, pursed & pressed against the small smooth round opening - A tilt of her head and a jerk of her hand, then warm liquid flowing - bathing her tongue & coating her throat...Oh my! That pull flipped the switch to full-power, in that curious 19 year old girl's mind.
Britta took the bottle from Emma's hand and slid her slender finger down in it - Wetting it. Then she painted Emma's perfect ice-pink titties with drops of that liquid hoochie koo - Drawing each one into her mouth ever so slowly, then drinking them up like some wild-abandoned little kitty. Emma wiggled out of her tight blue jean britches, then Britta did the same - Both girls soaking wet at their succulent scented crotches. The pace of the petting took on a fevered, palm-ball pitch, and Javier, as you may well have already guessed it, was busy soothing his thick straining prick. Stroking & squeezing at that peter-pecker pickle till salty juice was oozing from the slit in the tip of his meaty ripe member - All the while imagining just how luscious it would feel to have both those hungry soft-wet mouths, feverishly sucking, and their frenzied tongues lapping, at his aching cum-filled balls...
"Oh, Girls!, please please, before I completely blow it!, stop all that kissing and take down your panties - I need to see some sweet bichano, prontamente!" Of course they knew what that meant, and willingly obliged. It was the least they could do to show their appreciation for a man so willing, to give them a ride. Javier quickly found a side street and pulled over, as those two little minxes got to kneeling - So eager to expose, what up until now had been kept under-wraps, if not well hidden.
No more peep-show reflector perspective for Javier! He's got a rear facing, front row seat now - A straightforward view of hot double-trouble - One sheer pair, black and the other one white. Two full moons slowly rising in sweet syncopation - Split down the center of cosmic-spheric, perfection. Graceful hands on ripple-less cheeks - Lifting them up, and spreading them wide. Then holding them open for their horny-hackman, to bless & scrutinize. "Ahhh!, Two pretty-pleasing, clean-shaven pussies! So happy & wet, they both drip and they glisten! - Oh girls, I need a drink so badly! - Let's make it a 4 finger, stiff one!" Javier dove in face first like a man lost in a sand-storm, not a snowstorm. His thirst so profound, it could only be quenched now, by not one, but two, drenched pussies! He went straight for the holes where their sweet healing nectar was seeping - His torrid tongue drilling, undoubtedly deep, while Britta & Emma had their heads gently resting on the ledge of that rear window seat. And they were kissing...
Javier came up for a breather, smiling with his face sopping wet! He rubbed those slick pussies with the palm of his hands, then further finger tested their depths, and their constrictions. He knew he couldn't contain his seed from sprouting, much longer!, so he spoke up firmly, yet most gentle..."Who will climb up front with me first?" Emma was quickest in taking that forward direction, but in her haste, and somewhat inebriated state, her head made contact with the roof mounted map-light, and alas, that was the last, she remembered - Till she felt a firm hand shaking at her shoulder, then a voice, penetrating - beyond the bounds of her semi-conscious state....Emm Emma Emmaa, Come now, sweetie - Wake up!