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The Tonisian Distillation
Part IV
Gretel scampered up the stairs, distracted by vivid thoughts of how Leftenant Lyle would feel when he was buried within her, for she had no doubt that before the night was through, he would be. She would wait until midnight before slipping down the hall to the young officer’s room, which was far down the hall to the left. Gretel’s own room was to the right, a small chamber fit for the maids of the tower. She slipped through her door, glancing back down the hall, smiling eagerly at the thought of what she would do tonight.
"He’s very handsome, don’t you think?"
Gretel jumped, having forgotten Anne entirely. The girl; she was actually almost a year older than Gretel, but looked even younger; was brushing her long ebony-dark hair before the boudoir mirror. She wore only her underthings, while her dress was draped over the room’s only chair. Gretel’s mouth suddenly went dry as she focused on the other girl. She was barely able to respond to Anne’s query.
"Y-yes, he is." Then, almost without thinking as she walked closer, she asked, "what do you think he’d be like in bed?"
Anne’s mouth popped open, and a naughty twinkle lit her eyes. "Why Gret! I didn’t know you had thoughts like that!" Anne truly was a bit surprised, though she had been thinking similar thoughts herself! This wasn’t the first time the two girls had talked about the men around the tower. They’d spent a number of nights giggling together, thinking up unlikely tales that the local men figured in prominently. What caused Anne to feel a hint of surprise was the absolute sincerity she heard in her roommate’s voice. Gretel sounded like she was ready to attack the leftenant, to rip his clothes off!
Gretel grinned, removing the brush from Anne’s hands and moving behind her friend. Almost distractedly, she began to pull it through the brunette’s silken locks. She hardly noticed the slight tingling at the tips of her fingers whenever she brushed against the other girl. "Of course I do!" she said. "As a matter of fact, I’ll bet the leftenant would be quite skilled, especially if properly motivated!"
The two girls giggled as they enthusiastically discussed Leftenant Lyle’s nocturnal talents. Gretel’s pulse was pounding; with every touch she was becoming more and more excited, and not for the good leftenant, but for Anne. As she continued to run the brush through the other girl’s hair, she would every now and then lightly touch a shoulder, a cheek. Anne seemed not to notice.
Anne was thoroughly enjoying Gretel’s attentions. The girls had brushed each other’s hair before; it was almost a nightly ritual. This time though, with the continuing discussion of the young officer’s carnal knowledge, she found herself becoming unexpectedly and quite thoroughly aroused. She seemed to feel Gretel’s every light touch; whenever the girl accidentally brushed her skin, Anne would suppress a sigh at the slight tingling it induced within her.
After a bit, the girls quieted. Her excitement almost too much to bear, Gretel watched as her friend shut her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. When the auburn haired beauty paused in her brushing, Anne pleaded softly, "oh, please Gret, don’t stop!"
Softly, hesitantly, Gretel stroked her free hand down Anne’s neck. The other girl hummed in response, and shifted slightly. Gretel watched eagerly as Anne’s thighs opened a bit, and the red haired girl could see that her friend was pressing her fingers deep between them. Gods, she thought, how could I have missed how absolutely gorgeous Anne was!
Watching avidly while the brunette continued to play with herself, Gretel put the brush she had been using aside. With a more confident movement she started to massage the other girl’s bare shoulders. "Mmm, Gret, I like that. Please, keep going!" Anne’s free hand moved unconsciously up, awkwardly pulling at the strings of her bodice, loosening it enough so that her undergarment slipped down slightly, exposing more of her body to Gretel’s roaming fingers.
Gretel ran her hands firmly down Anne’s arms, and with a seemingly accidental movement pushed the garment down even further, enough so that the brunette’s aroused nipples were partially exposed. Gretel, still fully dressed, felt her own painfully erect buds, and when she looked in the mirror she could see them clearly visible, pressing out against the fabric of her low-cut dress. She also saw that Anne’s eyes were fully closed, and that she was swaying slightly with each of Gretel’s caresses, sighing every now and then with pleasure. Her fingers were busy, and Gretel could even see the moisture that was beginning to seep through the girl’s pants.
With another bold move, this one quite purposeful, Gretel pressed her hands down over Anne’s shoulders, continuing until she teasingly stroked her fingers over Anne’s painfully swollen nipples. The brunette gasped and arched back against Gretel, but did not try to pull away. She gasped out plaintively, her voice that of a lost little girl, "What—what are we doing?"
Gretel’s hands closed firmly on Anne’s now fully exposed sweet breasts. They were a bit larger than her own, and dark areolae surrounded nipples that thrust out half an inch. She kissed the girl’s neck firmly, and then playfully licked at the lobe of her ear. Softly, she whispered breathlessly, "do you want to stop?" Immediately, her hands squeezed the brunette’s nipples painfully.
"N-no! Don’t stop, oh please, Gret, never stop!"
But Gretel did stop, if only for a few seconds. She pulled Anne up and turned her, pulling the other girl close. They were of a height, and Gretel’s questing mouth easily captured Anne’s. Then, pausing every now and then, she quickly removed the rest of Anne’s under garments, letting them fall where they may, exposing her friend’s sexually fired body. Anne’s pussy glittered with beads of her inner wetness, and her inner thighs were coated with her juices.
Anne was lost in the powerful eroticism that Gretel had created within her. With her every touch, the other girl had sent sparkling, irresistible sensations throughout Anne’s body. With her every kiss, Gretel was becoming more and more desirable. When Gretel finished pulling her clothing away, Anne could only think of the way Gretel’s bare skin would feel against hers. She reached with fumbling fingers toward the other maid’s dress, and soon the two girls were locked together, their nude bodies quivering with need.
Gretel broke the passionate kiss and pulled back slightly to look heatedly at the other girl. Anne was breathing rapidly, and her fingers quickly found Gretel’s bosom, firmly massaging. "Annie, I want to taste you! I need to!" Her own hands traced down the brunette’s willing body and back up, sending wonderful sensations through the girl with every stroke.
"Anything, Gret, where do you want me?" Anne was wild with desire. The thought of Gretel tasting the most intimate part of her being seemed only too natural to the girl.
Gretel moved to her bed, leading Anne by the hand. "Here, lie down. I’ll do the rest!" Anne lay on her back, and the other girl was quickly between her legs. When Gretel’s probing tongue, softly tracing along Anne’s inner thigh, finally found the brunette’s ready clit, Anne whimpered softly, and her hips spasmed involuntarily. Anne was soon lost in the sensation, oblivious to all else as her friend explored her every hidden fold. She was startled when Gretel swung her leg over her head, straddling her and placing her own yearning pussy within reach of Anne’s suddenly needy mouth.
Anne had never done anything like this before, had only ever had sex with one boy. She’d never thought to be with another woman, and she had certainly never conceived of tasting another girl’s swollen vagina! All of that was meaningless now though; Gretel’s sweet cunt was there, needing her attention. She wrapped her arms around the other girl’s hips and buried her face in the inviting vee of Gretel’s honey pot.
The second Anne tasted Gretel’s sweet nectar she was lost. In moments she came, her body thrashing beneath her friend in a frenzy of lust. When Gretel felt Anne go over the edge, she couldn’t help smiling triumphantly. Then, when Anne continued to tongue-lash her own needy pussy, she let herself go, her own orgasm sending even more sweet dew into Anne’s hungry mouth. Once again Anne came, her body responding intensely to her friend’s tainted juices.
Finally, Anne stopped thrashing, and Gretel moved to lie next to her. The red-head smiled wickedly, watching Anne, who lay in a daze, slowly refocus her senses. While the other girl was still recovering, Gretel snuggled close, teasingly tracing her nails across the other girl’s bare skin, gently raking across her swollen nipples and through the damp mat of dark fur covering her pubis.
"Are you ready for a little surprise, Anne?" Gretel whispered when the other girl’s eyes finally opened. Anne quivered at Gretel’s teasing caresses.
She grinned. "Anything you want, Gret. Anything!" She lightly stroked her breasts, luxuriating in the feelings Gretel had instilled in her. The taste of the other girl’s creamy pussy was still in her mouth, and she savored it. She didn’t understand what had happened, but she knew she was forever changed. And, oh, how she loved it!
Her friend smiled wickedly back. "Good, because now we get to find out how stiff the good leftenant’s sword really is!" The girls both burst out laughing, and both were feeling renewed desire already building within them. They would certainly give the young officer the night of his life!
Here Ends Part IV of the Tonisian
Distillation
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