And no way to stop what was about to happen.I brought my fingers to her pussy lips and rubbed the outside, tracing its curves with my finger. I broug...t my finger to the top of her slit and put down just enough pressure that was my finger began to slid down, in parted her pussy lips and went inside them. I heard her gasp and I reached her opening. I teased her there for a bit... sliding just the very tip of my finger in and out, in and out, over and over again. She began getting wet for me. . ”“I ... I donʼt know what you mea...” she began but was cut short when his lips again covered hers even more forcefully than the first time.“Ummmm,” she moaned at first trying to break the kiss when his tongue probed at her closed lips.“Let me in, Ginny. I want to taste you.”
“Oh, David, I donʼt think...”
 But again his lips were on hers and as her breathing quickened, her heart feeling as if it would pound right out of her chest, she surrendered, his tongue entering her now eager. For some reason, this whole interaction did not seem sexual to me until I touched his ass. The kissing, and even his rubbing my back, and then my ass, seemed strangely normal. Well, maybe not normal! But it didn’t seem like it was leading anywhere. The second my hands grabbed his ass cheeks through his khakis though, I knew at that moment where this was all leading. And, because we still hadn’t pressed our bodies against each other, the space between our bodies felt suddenly awkward. Without. Steve smiled and lit them up again.An hour and three more drinks later the two women were still inseparable. I sat with them sipping out of my beer as they talked of a variety of subjects in their loud, drunken voices. There was little that wasn't taboo in the state they were in. Maureen gave a lengthy dissertation on the horrors of having her period start unexpectedly while in a public place. Julie countered this by telling of the time she had broken both of her wrists in a bicycle accident.