“I guess that means you’ve never tasted another woman’s pussy,” she said it as a statement rather than a question. Kelly’s heart rate went u... a notch and her mouth had suddenly gone dry. She couldn’t force any words out so she just shook her as an answer. “Have you tried tasting your own?” She enquired. “No,” Kelly answered. She felt more and more like an inexperienced girl with each passing second, even though, in the back of her mind a little voice reminded her of what friends said about her;. She was still worried she’d toss, but not as much. She even brought her plastic trash can so that if she did throw up, she could take it back to her room on the run. She did not let me put it in her that night, but that made sense to me. She was leery already about getting my body fluids in her mouth. If she let me fuck her first, then her body fluids would be on it too when I pulled out. We didn’t talk about this, but I suspect that’s what she was thinking about. If I sucked her pussy, before. To my surprise, I was quite enjoying her soft lips brushing upon mine. Rebecca’s hands glided over my body, arousing me. My body temperature rose instantly, leaving me a bit sweaty. I responded by sliding my hands over her svelte figure, relishing in the many curves that existed there. Slowly, our clothes melted off of us, leaving us to admire each other’s beauty. With a wistful gaze into my eyes, Rebecca lowered herself to my pussy. I exhaled as her tongue made a broke stroke across my pussy.. Those luscious rosy lips of hers immediately swelled with anticipation of future kisses and she let out a gasp of pleasure. She kept her eyes closed though...so I took this as an opportunity to enjoy the moment fully. I leaned in once more and gave her a firmer but still gentle kiss, this one lasting a little longer then the first. She let out a still audible moan and shuffled in her seat. I could tell she was really enjoying herself, exploring her sexuality and the firm lips of a guy being.