The other girls were shocked into silence as I lifted Alex's ass, pulled her toward me, and began to calmly, attentively, and thoroughly eat her, from her fragrant slit to the fine down on the top of her mound, licking and tasting everything in between. I inhaled her aroma appreciatively, then began to suck on her with a soft slurping sound. Jen started to say something, but Alicia stopped her, licked a finger generously, and dipped it in her own shorts, apparently inspired to finish something Jen had started.
"That's it!" said Marcie. "It's someone else's turn to drive."
"I will," said Jen uncomfortably, trading places with Marcie by sliding over her in the front seat, "if you're all going to sit around and… finger yourselves."
"I'm not fingering myself," Alex said regally. "I'm having my pussy licked, and my, uhm, ah, oh! Clit. Sucked!" she finished with as gasp. "Oh, fuck. Oh, finish me now please, Cindy. Put a finger inside. Yes! Ah. Yes… Ohh! Thank you, just like that, Just. Like. That…"
She wrapped her hands tenderly in my hair and drew me up into her, pressing her clitoris softly into my suction. My mouth and finger seemed to have absorbed my whole sensorium. My universe consisted of my mouth, my finger, and Alex's sensitive, responsive cunt. I could feel where it wanted me to lick, where to probe, where to slide my tongue, when to suck.
Alex's hands remained gentle, but her thighs tightened rock hard. As she squeezed her hardest, just a drop of urine dribbled out. I ignored it. I sucked her clit, licking down to the base of her shaft from her tip then up again, endlessly, swirling my tongue over her tip each time. She came soon, hard, with near-silent intensity. Her ragged breathing deepened, slowed, and then she relaxed, letting out a long sigh.
"THAT was nice," she said.
"Amen," said Alicia, with a small catch to her voice, withdrawing her finger and sucking it thoughtfully.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just a. Second! fuck-fuck-fuck, Oh, oh. OH!" replied Marcie. "Whew! You guys were driving me crazy!"
Hey, we were teenagers, right? (Alex was 20) Teens basically conform to each other, following the ones who act most confident. You can get us to dance the Watusi, put flowers in our hair, or stick safety pins through our cheeks. We're flexible. Where Jen and Alicia's furtiveness made everyone look away, Alex and my sexual openness sucked everyone in.
Well, almost everyone. Jen slid the driver's seat sharply backward and pulled onto the deserted highway in a fishtailing spray of gravel. "Sluts," she remarked, casually.
"I'm sorry, did the kettle just say something to the pots?" Alicia teased.
"God, you taste good," I murmured to Alex, settling beside her as she pulled her pants up.
"You say that to all the girls," Alex answered, coyly but seriously.
"Bus-ted," trilled Marcie.
I hesitated. I meant it, but she was right. I'd said it often before. I thought about it. "What's true is true," I said finally. "You smell nice, too."
"That's because she shampoos her twat with 'Gee, Your Ass Smells Terrific', Jen deadpanned. We all cracked up. When the laughter faded, we drifted in a comfortable, largely post-orgasmic silence.
"Sorry about the pee," Alex whispered in my ear later, too softly for the others to hear.
"Didn't bother me," I told her truthfully. "Do you always?"
"Usually. A drop or two. I have to squeeze so hard to get over the edge sometimes. You really don't mind?"
"It's not like you're doing it on purpose. Anyway, it's what you do. And I… like you. So…" I shrugged to indicate it was nothing.
"How did that feel? Doing what you want, instead of what you think I want?"
"Good. It felt really good."
She leaned her head on my shoulder. "Learn anything about yourself?"
"I like it, when people watch me have sex, or listen to it, and get aroused. It turns me on."
"So, how will what you've learned change you?" she asked. It seemed like she'd run this kind of dialogue before—she was making me really examine myself.
"I'm going to go down on you in public, in front of anyone, any time you want me to. Any time you're willing."
She shivered a little, under her hips."This is going to be really fun. Mmmm." She pressed her lips against my forehead.
"Say, Alex, who taught you the 'learning dialogue' thing you do?" I asked.
"Oh, that?" she replied, sounding puzzled by the question. "Socrates."
"Oh. Right." Duh.
Everyone slept except for me and Jen, behind the wheel and pressing on into the night, silent again. A couple of hours later, Jen started to yawn and I offered to drive. We swapped places and she slept too, leaning against Alex.
I drove until morning, listening to the other girls breathe, alone with my thoughts. I was oddly at peace, even though I hadn't sucked a cock or had an orgasm all day. Something about Alex settled me.
It got rapidly lighter, and I noticed there were no hills, none at all. Florida was as flat as a pool table. The sun came up suddenly, dazzling, igniting the waters of the Gulf of Mexico on our right.
The whole car was redolent with the special odor of an intimate all-girl sleepover: eau d'pussy. Alex's scent lingered on my upper lip and finger. I smiled. It was beginning to smell a lot like Spring Break.
Eta Pi sorority had rented a party house near the beach for the week. It was a maze of single-story additions tacked onto a cheap tract home, including a two-car garage subdivided into six "rooms" using a lot of plywood and extension cords. Typical student warrens.
Most of the girls were headed straight to The Beach—a bar that opened right onto the sand and served a Spring Break breakfast special: Bloody Marys for a dollar, until nine a.m. The Party Started Now.
I needed to shower, then sleep for a few hours before I went anywhere. Alex stayed too, and found us a tiny cubby that we could claim as our own, then she went to shower while I slept. When I woke, Alex was sitting cross legged beside me, naked, reading a book. I hadn't dressed after my shower, just pulled a sheet over me and closed my eyes.