Nancy blushed prettily. Her nipples were coming out farther. Using explicit words was part of Candi's routine with reluctant chickies. Most of those she went after she usually made out with. A clever Lesbian had a lot going for her; dames did not talk around the way men did, there was no chance of getting knocked up, and pussy-rubbing and playing did not bust the maidenhead, in case a girl still had one.

Candi recognized certain male tendencies in her makeup and lived with them. Until her parents had been wiped out in a car crash, her mother had dominated the household, and managed the money, so her inner contempt for most males was a natural development from her younger years. Candi even thought like a man, sometimes. She could be ruthless in a business deal and in chasing pussy.

"I think I'll get into something more comfortable," Candi said, unfastening her blouse. "These pants are binding my cunny, You don't mind, do you, honey?”

"Noooo," Nancy giggled. "You sure say it right out”

"Screw talk is the in thing," Candi laughed. "Turns the guys on. How long since you had a piece, anyway?”

At least, this time, the cute brunette didn’t blush, but a glow of excitement was developing. "Well-I've been saving it… ”

Incredible. A virgin. Candi shivered again, drawing her blouse away. The bare cones of her tittles, looking out through the holes in her bra-cups, were puffing with her need, her pink nipples were hardening. Wetness was oozing from her cunt, her clit was rising delectably.

"Oh, some bra," Nancy giggled, staring.

Candi smiled and arched her tits forward, weaving her shoulders. "Not bad for a girl my age, huh?”

"You're just-sensational!" Nancy breathed.

I'm getting there, Candi thought. I'll bet her pussy is damp. She's really got it for me, but I still have to take things slow and easy. I wouldn't miss this for anything.

"Getting back to saving it," Candi smiled, loosening the band of her pants. "What do you do for kicks, honey? Let the guys feel and kiss for the goodies?”