Their lips met softly, briefly, in a short kiss. Joan took Fawn's hand and led her to the bedroom. With a teasing smile, Fawn opened her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders. Joan mewled as she gazed upon the shapely beauty of Fawn's flawless titties. The nipples stood up, pink and swollen, and the white band of her tits contrasted with the golden color of her flesh. Fawn cupped her tits and, lowering her eyes in pretended shyness, offered them to Joan.

"So lovely," Joan whispered, taking both titties in her palms and caressing them gently, her fingers squeezing just hard enough to bring gurgles of delight from Fawn.

"Kiss them, Joan," Fawn pleaded with a husky voice. "Kiss my tits… suck on my tits."

The women were about the same height, and Joan lowered her face, wrapping her eager lips about one nipple, drawing it deeply into her hungry mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling and licking. She felt Fawn's hands cupping her tits through her light-weight summer sweater, caressing and fondling them. She sucked in a wet, greedy way on the succulent nipples, her hand on the other, scooting her right hand around to knead and fondle Fawn's lovely ass. She shoved her hand under the short skirt and felt the heat of her flesh. She ran her finger about the nylon panties, then pressed her fingers under it to feel the naked smoothness of Fawn's ass. She sucked hungrily, moaning softly, going from tit to tit, and Fawn finally had her sweater up, unhooked her bra, and was playing with Joan's naked tits, sobbing in pleasure.

"Let me," Fawn whispered throatily. "Joan, let me suck your titties!"